Where I complain like it’s a new thing.
27 Feb 2012 1 Comment
in Health, I am a nutjob, Weather Tags: anorexia, Anxiety, Spring
So, let’s see. What can I whine about today?
Ooh. Anorexia. It’s a constant fight for me. I was doing really well gaining weight, but then I had a relapse and stopped eating regularly again and right now I weigh 132, which is a good bit more than the 120 I weighed a few months ago but still almost 20 pounds below my goal of 150 so I am disappointed in myself. I feel enormous and like I could stand to lose a few pounds already (100 pounds is a healthy weight for a woman that stands 5 feet 10 inches tall, right?), so those 20 pounds… Are scary. I don’t even know where I am supposed to put them! Maybe I’ll get lucky and they’ll all go to my boobs. Jeez. 20 pounds worth of boobs. How big would that be? I’d probably fall over. As if my clutzty ass didn’t do that enough already. Remember that time I got stuck upside down behind the dryer? Yeah…
Next up on the whine list, anxiety! Today I had to go to the courthouse to pay for this:
Which I forgot to tell y’all about (sorry), and I had a panic attack and had to explain to the information people that I was crying because I have anxiety issues. I felt like such a moron. BUT, they were extremely helpful and understanding, and they asked me if I was going to be able to go into the court room and stand before the judge and when I sobbed ”I don’t know!” one of the ladies went in and talked to the judge for me while I sat on a bench and cried and hyperventilated and tried to keep myself from fainting and pretended that everybody wasn’t staring at the crazy weeping lady shivering and shaking and trying to make herself disappear (me), and the other lady gave me a hug which normally would have freaked me out more but surprisingly this time actually made me feel a little better and do you think I could say this whole sentence without taking a breath like I wrote it? Gasp! So anyway, she got me an extension which is what I needed but my card says that I go back on 4-10-2012. That seems way too far away to me. I wonder if it’s supposed to say 3-10-2012, so I need to call and I hate the phone, y’all. I only talk on the phone to people that I feel safe with because talking on the phone is likely to make me panic and… Sigh. I am hopeless.
I don’t think I have anything else to complain about. I have finally accepted that Spring is here and I will get no snow. Things are flowering and greening up and I’m actually kind of ready for Spring and warmer weather, although I am sad that I don’t have a garden to work on this year… Still. Sun and warmth. Yay!
So how have you guys been? Anything interesting happen to you lately?
DYAC!
23 Feb 2012 1 Comment
in And then I found 5 bucks, Ficrific, I am a nutjob Tags: autocorrect, damn you autocorrect, DYAC
Have y’all ever been to the site
damnyouautocorrect.com/ ? I love that site. I check it every morning.
I could fill up DYAC by myself on a good day, but last weekend I rooted my phone and updated the operating system and put a new Swype on it and… Jeez. Let me show you a few.
Here, I’d been trying to get my phone to spell February on something else, but it wouldn’t so I was complaining about it. I guess my phone was as upset about it as I was. IEEE!
Of course, my day wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t say something horribly pervy and embarrassing, so here my phone decided to wish my best friend some very sweet dreams. Ye Gods.
Not long ago, Jam had had an interesting day at work where a car outside of his building decided to randomly catch on fire. I was wishing him a good day when my phone decided to take the conversation in a rather violent direction. Oh, and the talk about tits? Ever since I updated my phone, Swype thinks that when I type ”you”, what I really mean is ”tit”. So we were discussing an earlier, interesting autocorrect.
Lastly, when I am texting somebody, what I normally do is type it all out, then go back and unfix anything autocorrect has ”fixed”. A lot of the time, I end up going through something that looks like this. What I had been trying to say was ”Let me check some settings.” Not even close.
These are just the few that I screenshotted, and only from the last several days! If this keeps up, I may have a new weekly segment for my blog. We’ll call it ”How Chelle’s phone decided to humiliate her this week.” What do you guys think? Good?
I hope y’all are having a wonderful week. Type at you later!
Edit – Sorry for the huge picture files. It’s hard to know how my phone will save these things. I hope you enjoyed them anyway!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
14 Feb 2012 2 Comments
in I am a nutjob Tags: Azuzephre, Pon, Valentine's, Zi
Hope y’all are having a good one!
Weeeeeeeeeeee!
04 Feb 2012 4 Comments
in And then I found 5 bucks, I am a nutjob, Like a cat Tags: Dogs, fighting, guns, police, sparring, Taekwondo
A Saturday post? NEVER!
Okay, so like… I spent all day yesterday doing my happy dance. Readers commented! I may have looked like a fool boogying around everywhere, but A: that isn’t uncommon and F: I was too giddy to care. Thank you guys! I see you on my stats thing, but sometimes I wonder if I’m more insane than I think I am because nobody talks and what if the stats thingy was all in my head? Now I know it isn’t. Whew.
There are more of you out there, by the way. It’s okay! You can comment. Now pretend there is something else pep-talky here, cause I’m all pepped out.
So last night my husband and I were out sparring (I started doing Taekwondo a couple months back. Did I tell you that? That’s a whole story in itself.) in a parking lot when this police officer drove by us very slowly, but didn’t say anything. After he left, another came by, and then another, and that one asked us if we’d seen anyone running around. We hadn’t, so they all drove off and we kept sparring.
(I keep saying we were sparring like I’m cool or something. I’m a lowly yellow belt. My husband is a black belt. Our “sparring” is kind of laughable. Mine is, anyway.)
Now that I have rudely interrupted myself… After a little bit, the police officers drove by again, and then next thing I know my husband is jumping up and down waving at the cops and pointing – he’d found the running guy! Of course, I didn’t see him at all until after my husband pointed him out, but I’ve never claimed to be observant. Anyway. All but one of the cops come out of their cars and they’re yelling at dude and threatening him with dogs and I was considering cowering down beside my car so I didn’t get shot. The last cop popped his cruiser up over the curb and into the grass, cause he was awesome like that, I guess. Sounded really bad for his car though. I winced with every screech and scrape.
To make what started off as a good story all anticlimactic, the dude gave up and there were no guns or dogs or anything else interesting. Really, the most interesting part of the night was when I messed up a kick and hurt the crap out of my foot. But I’ll tell y’all about that Monday.
I did get a few crappy pictures of cop cars, but that’s all. I didn’t think to grab my phone until after everything was over and done and they were putting the (alleged) bad guy in the cruiser and really, I am a terrible blogger.
Hey, it was night and I was using my phone with the flash turned off. I told you they were crappy!
Shinies! Yay!
Have a great weekend, y’all!
Like this:
Mother Nature and I are no longer on speaking terms.
03 Feb 2012 9 Comments
in And then I found 5 bucks, Animals, I am a nutjob, The Pets, Weather Tags: cat, dog, Husky, pets
Okay, so I started February off on the wrong foot. Whoops. Sorry about that. I blame the lack of Winter.
Do you know what that is a picture of? A budding tree. A budding. Bleeping. Tree. In January. I’m telling Mother Nature I want a divorce. I mean, I know I’m not the most memorable person out there, but how do you forget to give someone Winter? Grumble…
In other news, have I mentioned I hate this state?
Moving on now. You guys know my pets. Flower, my Pretty Princess Flower Kitty. Stitch, my lazy, fat, really dumb dog of a cat, and Navi, my beautiful husky, a childhood dream come true. They have this weird Rock, Paper, Scissors thing going on. Stitch is ruled by Flower. She keeps him in his place. Flower is terrified of Navi. Thinks she’s going to eat her. And Navi, well, she’s likely to get dominated by Stitch at any given time.
Stitch does not like Navi. He sees her and immediately poofs and arches, but he doesn’t run away. He goes on the offensive. He does that neat sideways walk and corners her and smacks her, just lets her know who is boss. This is especially funny when you realize that Stitch is a quarter of Navi’s size, and yet Navi will be there, cowering and trembling until I step in. Of course, as soon as I do step in, Navi will bounce back over to Stitch in all of her puppyish glory, just so she can get whacked again.
Sigh. My pets. They’re nearly as crazy as I am. I love’em!
Anyhow, I have to go. I have housework to do, and I have to write an email to a surprisingly tenacious Internet Friend (That makes 3 friends I have now. Best Friend, Good Friend and Internet Friend. Yay me!). Oh! But before I go! I have at least one Regular Reader in Portugal, according to my little stats thingamabobber, and I wanted to say Hi Person in Portugal! You should comment. So should all of the rest of you lurkers! Hmph. Because it would make me happy, that’s why!
See ya!
