Yummm. Starbucks Apple Chai goes down soooo smoooothly. :) It's nice on a crispy (yes, crispy) morning such as this. It was SO windy yesterday! It made my hair all crazy. I feel like it gets greasier on a windy day because I'm constantly touching it trying to get it out of my dang face. It was pretty greasy this morning but I also slept really badly last night... kept flipping around and kept waking up sweating. SO WEIRD. I wish my nights were a little bit easier. Anyway... hair.. nothing my straightener and a little bit of powder couldn't fix! Tomorrow I shall actually wash it. :) Good plan, Lynds... good plan.
Anywho. It smells like arse in here. I'm at work. When I came in this morning it smelled way gross. I think everyone else didn't notice because they had gotten used to it already. I guess I'm sorta used to it now, too, 2 hours later. But. Later if it gets warmer I'm gonna open the door to air it out. Robin says she thinks Molly is "farty" today, but I think it's more than just her doggie butt. Generally I'd frolic around with the air freshener blasting but I don't want to scare anyone. Oh well. All is good. Boss is gone. I have the internet back. (Comp at home is broke-den). :(
Although greasy hair and doggie farts are SUCH interesting topics, I digress.
After thinking about it, I realize the weekend was a pretty good one. On Friday we hung out with Jessica and Dustin and watched a movie. Body of Lies. I wouldn't say it was good OR bad. It kept my attention the whole time which is a plus, but the ending was just kind of, eh. And why didn't they ever come back to his friend's family or the lil bone fragment he put in his lil jewelry box? ugh. Whatever. Saturday, Ryan had to work and then played Magic with the other Wizards... ahem, I mean.. guys. I slept in and then went window shopping. Actually, I spent like 50 bucks on CRAP at Walmart. ugh. But when we got home, Nae had called to invite us over to play Settlers. We played Carcassone instead but it was way fun. And I WON the second time! I usually SUCK at that game but, psh, I guess I'm awesome. Jamesie had fallen asleep early because he missed his nap, but he woke up a few times and the last time he got up he was in one of those delirious giggly moods (my FAV, mind you). Ryan did "the robot" for him, and he started calling him Uncle Robot, or actually, "Adu Rooboot" to be exact. He LOVED it. It was so much fun. And he gave me lots of kisses and it was fantastic. :) :) :) I love him so much. He's my lil guy. MUAH! Sunday we woke up (hardly) and went to church. Tom was in one of those.... say-what's-on-his-mind type of moods. BUT, I actually like it. Mostly because he's being real and what's coming out of his mouth is what God has put on his heart and not just what he's written down. After church we went to see Tammy's NEW PUPPYYYYYY. The CUTEST doggie EVER. I love her and I want to steal her. Tammy said I could have her but Ryan refuses. ugh. She's so my kind of doggie. She just likes to snuggle and lay there and look cute. And when we took her out to pee she kept leaning on our shoes and sniffing them and stuff. And I said "she loves shoes just like ME!". :) After we saw her we went out to lunch at Applebees. YUM. I had a tum ache for most of the day, but I still unfortunately chose to eat Chipotle for dinner AND a ton of candy. I definitely paid for that last night and this morning. UGH. Sorry... TMI. Ryan and I got to just chill and watch our Grey's and of course the newest JIM GAFFIGAN on comedy central. AWESOME. He's like... a comical genious. Lovem.
Current song stuck in my head: Wishin' That it Was - TKRP
I don't even listen to them much but I'm lovin' the lyrics to that song lately. It's just weird to hear lil' kevy reid singin in a big boy band. (boy-space-band, not boyband. HAHA). I guess everyone's growin on up though. :-/ I want James, Lucy, and tammy's pup pup to stay tiny forever. mkay? :)
Tomorrow is Nae's shower and Carrisa's is going to be in a week from yesterday. I'm so EXCITED! I need to make a buttload of choco-covered-strawberries tonight. I might need to eat a few...
Well, off to actually doin work.
-Quote of the day: "No one cares about your scummy ass toes!"-
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
My coffee smells like pee... wait... the other way around. My pee smells like coffee.
Ever want to write your thoughts down and you realize that you're not even sure what you want to write about because.... your thoughts are so scattered? I shall just type away I guess and see what my brain dumps out onto the screen. I type really fast so my fingers can ALMOST keep up with my thoughts. ("they don't call me Lightening Fingers for nothin'!").
I started to realize a while ago that some of the stuff that I've always HATED about myself isn't really ME. It's a symptom of my (self-diagnosed) Fibromyalgia. It's easy to blame stuff on that and use it as a "crutch" but I honestly think that some of the stuff is TRULY the Fibro, and not me. It's kinda comforting in a way to know that I'm not just unmotivated, stupid, lazy, unfocused, anti-social, etc, but that some of it stems from something not so much under my control. It's also kinda frustrating too though. *sigh*
FIBRO FOG. It's kinda funny, actually. And Ryan likes to make fun of it. (Just to make light of the situation, not to crush me. He's actually the most supportive, loving husband I could have ever thought up. :) ). The other day Ryan exited the shower while I was busy doing my hair. I hate when the mirror gets fogged up, one, because I can't SEE, and two, because I've been straightening my hair lately and the extra humidity doesn't help much with my naturally curly hair. Anyway, I proceeded to whine about the mirror fogging up "ROON! You made the mirror all foggy! ugh!". And of course he had a dad-humor type of comment "It wasn't me. It was your fibro foogggg.....". HAHA. whatever.
Anyway, it's REAL. I'd compare it to "Pregnancy Brain" which I've never had, but from what I've heard, it's similar. Forgetting to turn things off, forgetting words/names, forgetting things all together. I dunno how many times I've gone to tell a story or something and I can't think of the WORD I want to say. And it happens like 5 times during the story so everyone gets bored and drowns me out. I don't want to be like one of those old ladies who goes on and on with her story and says "no, wait, it was such & such.... Wait, no... what's the word?". But that IS what's going on in my head! Ew. Annoying.
In fact, most of the time I feel like an Oldster. A 23 year old in a 83 year old's body. hee hee!! I wish I was as cute as a nice lil old lady. I wish it was "cute" when I warmed up ol' Polly Pee Pack (the name so eloquently given to my rice pack by co-worker Brent) in the microwave at work. I called it Pee Pack or Piss Pack because the first few times I heated it up in the office, co-worker Ryan would say "it smells in here... like... urine" or something along those lines. And then he'd feel all bad once he found out what it was. It's pretty humorous, actually. He kept forgetting. Polly... I dunno where that part came from. Brent. Who knows. :) But yeah, from my scattered brain all the way down to my achey knees... I'm an Oldster.
I like myself sometimes. And I wonder what my personality would be like if I wasn't sick. What goes hand-in-hand with chronic pain?? DEPRESSION! yay! Sooo, depression has a big impact on one's personality. One's level of motivation, their willingness to call someone up and say "let's hang out", their outlook on the future which is what most of us dwell on, their attitude in general. I think I'd be more like one of those happy, run-through-the-field-of-daisies type of people. I think I'd be a runner (HA! I KNOW, hard to believe.) But seriously, I think I could be one of those people who get addicted to running if I didn't feel like I had my arm hooked up to an IV full of pure, liquid Pain that runs through veins the following day. I would be skinnier, hotter. :) It's nice to know that my husby loves me despite the 40+ lbs gained since we started dating... Maybe part of that is because he's also gained the 40+ lbs, too. Haha. It's fun to eat whatever you want. And I think it adds a level of happiness when you don't worry about counting calories and worrying about things like that... shoving your face into a slice of chocolate Sin Cake from Teaz Me. But I wish I could stand to run it off for 3 hours the following day. "Treadmill. Crank the incline up to 15 and run through the tears." -Elliot Reid, Scrubs. But it also adds a level of happiness to be in shape and good-lookin'. Oh well.
I'm sure I will have much more to say about my ol' sicky-poo-ness among other things, but for now I must go. I need to figure out where I should eat lunch (sick of EVERYWHERE), and go back to working instead of just pretending to work.
Good day!
-Lynds
This is me, SO excited to get a fibro book for Christmas! :)
I started to realize a while ago that some of the stuff that I've always HATED about myself isn't really ME. It's a symptom of my (self-diagnosed) Fibromyalgia. It's easy to blame stuff on that and use it as a "crutch" but I honestly think that some of the stuff is TRULY the Fibro, and not me. It's kinda comforting in a way to know that I'm not just unmotivated, stupid, lazy, unfocused, anti-social, etc, but that some of it stems from something not so much under my control. It's also kinda frustrating too though. *sigh*
FIBRO FOG. It's kinda funny, actually. And Ryan likes to make fun of it. (Just to make light of the situation, not to crush me. He's actually the most supportive, loving husband I could have ever thought up. :) ). The other day Ryan exited the shower while I was busy doing my hair. I hate when the mirror gets fogged up, one, because I can't SEE, and two, because I've been straightening my hair lately and the extra humidity doesn't help much with my naturally curly hair. Anyway, I proceeded to whine about the mirror fogging up "ROON! You made the mirror all foggy! ugh!". And of course he had a dad-humor type of comment "It wasn't me. It was your fibro foogggg.....". HAHA. whatever.
Anyway, it's REAL. I'd compare it to "Pregnancy Brain" which I've never had, but from what I've heard, it's similar. Forgetting to turn things off, forgetting words/names, forgetting things all together. I dunno how many times I've gone to tell a story or something and I can't think of the WORD I want to say. And it happens like 5 times during the story so everyone gets bored and drowns me out. I don't want to be like one of those old ladies who goes on and on with her story and says "no, wait, it was such & such.... Wait, no... what's the word?". But that IS what's going on in my head! Ew. Annoying.
In fact, most of the time I feel like an Oldster. A 23 year old in a 83 year old's body. hee hee!! I wish I was as cute as a nice lil old lady. I wish it was "cute" when I warmed up ol' Polly Pee Pack (the name so eloquently given to my rice pack by co-worker Brent) in the microwave at work. I called it Pee Pack or Piss Pack because the first few times I heated it up in the office, co-worker Ryan would say "it smells in here... like... urine" or something along those lines. And then he'd feel all bad once he found out what it was. It's pretty humorous, actually. He kept forgetting. Polly... I dunno where that part came from. Brent. Who knows. :) But yeah, from my scattered brain all the way down to my achey knees... I'm an Oldster.
I like myself sometimes. And I wonder what my personality would be like if I wasn't sick. What goes hand-in-hand with chronic pain?? DEPRESSION! yay! Sooo, depression has a big impact on one's personality. One's level of motivation, their willingness to call someone up and say "let's hang out", their outlook on the future which is what most of us dwell on, their attitude in general. I think I'd be more like one of those happy, run-through-the-field-of-daisies type of people. I think I'd be a runner (HA! I KNOW, hard to believe.) But seriously, I think I could be one of those people who get addicted to running if I didn't feel like I had my arm hooked up to an IV full of pure, liquid Pain that runs through veins the following day. I would be skinnier, hotter. :) It's nice to know that my husby loves me despite the 40+ lbs gained since we started dating... Maybe part of that is because he's also gained the 40+ lbs, too. Haha. It's fun to eat whatever you want. And I think it adds a level of happiness when you don't worry about counting calories and worrying about things like that... shoving your face into a slice of chocolate Sin Cake from Teaz Me. But I wish I could stand to run it off for 3 hours the following day. "Treadmill. Crank the incline up to 15 and run through the tears." -Elliot Reid, Scrubs. But it also adds a level of happiness to be in shape and good-lookin'. Oh well.
I'm sure I will have much more to say about my ol' sicky-poo-ness among other things, but for now I must go. I need to figure out where I should eat lunch (sick of EVERYWHERE), and go back to working instead of just pretending to work.
Good day!
-Lynds
This is me, SO excited to get a fibro book for Christmas! :)
Something New
Hey Everyone. I'm going to start blogging, periodically. No promises that this will be frequent, consistent or interesting. It's just my thoughts! Follow along if you'd like!
I love you all, friends and family!
-Lyndsey :-)
I love you all, friends and family!
-Lyndsey :-)
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