Tuesday, March 11, 2014
BOOOOO
Haven't seen my commercial since Sunday. What the heck, man?! It's those Paralympics, isn't it?? If it starts popping up constantly again after they end, then I know damn well the Olympics had something to do with me not seeing it before, and not seeing it now!
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Random Thoughts
I almost thought I would have to write off seeing my commercial this weekend, since I didn't see it last night and I just realized the Paralympics are running and pretty sure the company is a sponsor, but I just saw it during Cosby a few hours ago. Yay!
You know, I still don't know what in the hell has crawled up my ass and died, but it really needs to get out, because I am really becoming one miserable bitch. I don't know what my problem is. I threw a huge fit earlier because I planned on having soup for lunch and there were no Townhouse crackers. I don't even know why it pissed me off so bad, except for the fact that if some people are going to be fucking pigs and hog everything, then they need to freaking replace it.
I am also starting to get really funny about going out. I can't stand being in, but I really just do not want to go out and do anything. And if I am out, after so long, I start getting really antsy and just want to go home. Immediately. Like if I don't get home soon, I am going to freak. I have to go to a wedding reception in a few weeks and I am dreading it so much already.
One day in work last week, my FWA's friend decided that everyone in the office needs to start stretching every so often. And our most senior employee made some comment about how if I was to join in, I'd disappear into nothing. And my FWA's friend just thought that was so funny and had to repeat it to the coworkers who weren't there when it was originally said. Now maybe I am just being overly sensitive, because I am sure they meant nothing by it, but it seriously pissed me off. First off, it's only stretching. It's not going to make me lose weight. Second, I am sick and tired of hearing the comments about how people want to look like me. Well, you can't eat out every day, sometimes several times a day, and expect to look like me!
I know they're compliments, but I am seriously tired of hearing this crap. It's not like I am one of those people who can eat and eat and eat and never gain weight. I work my ass off to maintain my weight. I am extremely sensitive about my body image and having to hear this all of the time, I start feeling like I am being criticized. Criticized for watching what I eat and exercising (I know that probably makes no sense). And if people knew some of the things I have done to keep my weight down (e.g. purging occasionally), they may change their minds quickly.
Also, I have been talking a lot with my FWA and even as much as she drives me nuts, I am starting to feel kind of guilty about bad-mouthing her so much. I don't know why. I often wonder if maybe I am just too paranoid and untrusting of people and maybe she does actually really like me, but....chances are, probably not. Pretty sure she talks about me behind my back.
Ugh, I can't believe it is already Sunday. And this work week is already off to a great start- I have to find a new route to work, because the road I take is going to be closed. Pot hole repair, I assume. God knows how long that will take.
You know, I still don't know what in the hell has crawled up my ass and died, but it really needs to get out, because I am really becoming one miserable bitch. I don't know what my problem is. I threw a huge fit earlier because I planned on having soup for lunch and there were no Townhouse crackers. I don't even know why it pissed me off so bad, except for the fact that if some people are going to be fucking pigs and hog everything, then they need to freaking replace it.
I am also starting to get really funny about going out. I can't stand being in, but I really just do not want to go out and do anything. And if I am out, after so long, I start getting really antsy and just want to go home. Immediately. Like if I don't get home soon, I am going to freak. I have to go to a wedding reception in a few weeks and I am dreading it so much already.
One day in work last week, my FWA's friend decided that everyone in the office needs to start stretching every so often. And our most senior employee made some comment about how if I was to join in, I'd disappear into nothing. And my FWA's friend just thought that was so funny and had to repeat it to the coworkers who weren't there when it was originally said. Now maybe I am just being overly sensitive, because I am sure they meant nothing by it, but it seriously pissed me off. First off, it's only stretching. It's not going to make me lose weight. Second, I am sick and tired of hearing the comments about how people want to look like me. Well, you can't eat out every day, sometimes several times a day, and expect to look like me!
I know they're compliments, but I am seriously tired of hearing this crap. It's not like I am one of those people who can eat and eat and eat and never gain weight. I work my ass off to maintain my weight. I am extremely sensitive about my body image and having to hear this all of the time, I start feeling like I am being criticized. Criticized for watching what I eat and exercising (I know that probably makes no sense). And if people knew some of the things I have done to keep my weight down (e.g. purging occasionally), they may change their minds quickly.
Also, I have been talking a lot with my FWA and even as much as she drives me nuts, I am starting to feel kind of guilty about bad-mouthing her so much. I don't know why. I often wonder if maybe I am just too paranoid and untrusting of people and maybe she does actually really like me, but....chances are, probably not. Pretty sure she talks about me behind my back.
Ugh, I can't believe it is already Sunday. And this work week is already off to a great start- I have to find a new route to work, because the road I take is going to be closed. Pot hole repair, I assume. God knows how long that will take.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Why Teefs Why??
So I ended up caving in and having the crown done (well, I have a temporary right now). As soon as the dentist started to drill my tooth down, I wanted to cry. This was my tooth! Now it is drilled down and I will never get it back, unless by some small chance science is suddenly able to regrow teeth. But we all know that won't happen. People have luxuries to buy, folks!
But anyway, later on that night as the numbness wore off (the EPI-FREE anesthesia this time!), I noticed part of the crown was kind of sharp. Kind of real sharp. Sharp enough to rip the hell out of the bottom of my tongue. I have an ulcerzilla on the bottom of my tongue. So I called as soon they opened Friday morning and was able to be squeezed in at noon. The dentist smoothed it out and put it back in my mouth. But first he cleaned off my tooth and I wanted to die from the sensitivity. I am surprised I didn't bust open my hands from how hard I was digging my nails into my palms.
The ulcer still hurts really freaking bad. Even just swallowing makes it throb. And now I am so scared to chew on that side of my mouth because I don't want to loosen the crown and I am not chewing properly again and I am giving myself headaches and having that big ass sore is making it even more difficult to try to chew properly. And I keep having to look in the mirror at the gum around the crown to make sure it isn't getting infected, because it's kind of really sore and I am anxious about getting an infection. Really wish I would have bought some Peroxyl.
Oh and while I was there, I asked the assistant if any of my recent x-rays showed my wisdom tooth. And as I was asking I could see a funny looking tooth significantly higher up than my other molars on one of my x-rays. It's on the upper right.
But anyway, later on that night as the numbness wore off (the EPI-FREE anesthesia this time!), I noticed part of the crown was kind of sharp. Kind of real sharp. Sharp enough to rip the hell out of the bottom of my tongue. I have an ulcerzilla on the bottom of my tongue. So I called as soon they opened Friday morning and was able to be squeezed in at noon. The dentist smoothed it out and put it back in my mouth. But first he cleaned off my tooth and I wanted to die from the sensitivity. I am surprised I didn't bust open my hands from how hard I was digging my nails into my palms.
The ulcer still hurts really freaking bad. Even just swallowing makes it throb. And now I am so scared to chew on that side of my mouth because I don't want to loosen the crown and I am not chewing properly again and I am giving myself headaches and having that big ass sore is making it even more difficult to try to chew properly. And I keep having to look in the mirror at the gum around the crown to make sure it isn't getting infected, because it's kind of really sore and I am anxious about getting an infection. Really wish I would have bought some Peroxyl.
Oh and while I was there, I asked the assistant if any of my recent x-rays showed my wisdom tooth. And as I was asking I could see a funny looking tooth significantly higher up than my other molars on one of my x-rays. It's on the upper right.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Random Thoughts
Commercial count - 17
Thank heavens the baby shower is done and over with. It actually wasn't a terrible day, although I think if it weren't for my coworkers, I probably would have punched a hole in the window and jumped out. And I know this sounds snotty as hell, but the first thing I thought when I walked into the place was, this place is too fancy for someone like her. But it's the truth. And for the first half of the shower, it was just my coworkers and me. Then three ladies came in....with a baby. A miserable little Damian looking thing that did not stop whining and crying and SCREECHING.
And speaking of my coworkers, we have a problem with my FWA's friend. She kind of....smells. Last Wednesday, I kept smelling this bad smell and I couldn't figure out what it was. Then I smelled it again on Friday and then I realized it was a mixture of old Ben-Gay and just a dirty body smell. And THEN I realized I only smelled it when she was around, and add in the fact that she is known for using Ben-Gay a lot in work. So I kind of vaguely brought it up to my coworkers and sure enough, they all said she smells. I don't know if she hasn't been washing her clothes and/or herself or what, but oh my god. I want to throw up.
I hope I have a better weekend than last weekend. I don't know what in the hell was wrong with my digestive system, but it felt horrible. I was so bloated, I had the heartburn from hell, I had lost my appetite, and I was nauseous. I'm still a little bloated and I always have heartburn, but no more nausea and I have my appetite back. All I know is this week needs to get over. It's really dragging like hell. And I don't know what has been up my ass the past two weeks, but I have been one miserable bitch. And I'm so exhausted I want to cry. And I can't concentrate for anything and it's starting to affect my work. I also have a sore spot on the back of my head and I am wondering if it's where I whacked when I passed out the other day.
And you know what else is annoying me? I keep thinking of that kid I went to high school with and what happened to him and I am so fucking grossed out by it and it pisses me off that it won't leave my mind and that I feel the way I do about it. It makes me feel like a truly horrible person. And there are times I have seen him before at our one local diner we go to and I am telling you right now- if I go on Easter or whatever other holiday we go and he comes in, I might have to get up and leave because I will be so repulsed. Good god I am a horrible person.
And as if that doesn't piss me off, seeing that reeled back in the meningococcemia/septicemia fear. So now I am even more pissed off and want to punch something. But at least I am no longer worrying about a tooth abscess or Addison's disease. Well, no. That isn't true. They're still there, but not on the front burner. They will have their time to shine again.
You know, the only good thing that ever came from worrying about a blood infection was that it was what stopped me from cutting.
I'm supposed to go for a crown tomorrow. I really don't want to, mostly because I just don't want to put out the money and I don't want to be numb for hours, which in turn will disrupt my dinner and snack times. Plus, being numb is just really freaking annoying.
And one more thing- in this picture, Andrew reminds me of the second picture.
Thank heavens the baby shower is done and over with. It actually wasn't a terrible day, although I think if it weren't for my coworkers, I probably would have punched a hole in the window and jumped out. And I know this sounds snotty as hell, but the first thing I thought when I walked into the place was, this place is too fancy for someone like her. But it's the truth. And for the first half of the shower, it was just my coworkers and me. Then three ladies came in....with a baby. A miserable little Damian looking thing that did not stop whining and crying and SCREECHING.
And speaking of my coworkers, we have a problem with my FWA's friend. She kind of....smells. Last Wednesday, I kept smelling this bad smell and I couldn't figure out what it was. Then I smelled it again on Friday and then I realized it was a mixture of old Ben-Gay and just a dirty body smell. And THEN I realized I only smelled it when she was around, and add in the fact that she is known for using Ben-Gay a lot in work. So I kind of vaguely brought it up to my coworkers and sure enough, they all said she smells. I don't know if she hasn't been washing her clothes and/or herself or what, but oh my god. I want to throw up.
I hope I have a better weekend than last weekend. I don't know what in the hell was wrong with my digestive system, but it felt horrible. I was so bloated, I had the heartburn from hell, I had lost my appetite, and I was nauseous. I'm still a little bloated and I always have heartburn, but no more nausea and I have my appetite back. All I know is this week needs to get over. It's really dragging like hell. And I don't know what has been up my ass the past two weeks, but I have been one miserable bitch. And I'm so exhausted I want to cry. And I can't concentrate for anything and it's starting to affect my work. I also have a sore spot on the back of my head and I am wondering if it's where I whacked when I passed out the other day.
And you know what else is annoying me? I keep thinking of that kid I went to high school with and what happened to him and I am so fucking grossed out by it and it pisses me off that it won't leave my mind and that I feel the way I do about it. It makes me feel like a truly horrible person. And there are times I have seen him before at our one local diner we go to and I am telling you right now- if I go on Easter or whatever other holiday we go and he comes in, I might have to get up and leave because I will be so repulsed. Good god I am a horrible person.
And as if that doesn't piss me off, seeing that reeled back in the meningococcemia/septicemia fear. So now I am even more pissed off and want to punch something. But at least I am no longer worrying about a tooth abscess or Addison's disease. Well, no. That isn't true. They're still there, but not on the front burner. They will have their time to shine again.
You know, the only good thing that ever came from worrying about a blood infection was that it was what stopped me from cutting.
I'm supposed to go for a crown tomorrow. I really don't want to, mostly because I just don't want to put out the money and I don't want to be numb for hours, which in turn will disrupt my dinner and snack times. Plus, being numb is just really freaking annoying.
And one more thing- in this picture, Andrew reminds me of the second picture.
The WTF Of The Day
Yesterday's Dear Abby:
DEAR ABBY: I'm a single mother of a beautiful 2-year-old daughter. I have always pictured myself as a mom of four little princesses. When I fantasized about having children, I imagined fairy tales, ballet, cheerleading, dress-up, tea parties - all girl things.Look, I can understand the power of hormones and how irrational they can make someone feel, but....this letter is just terrible. She IS selfish and a monster. Lady, please do the world a HUGE favor and stop breeding. And just because you have a girl doesn't mean she will actually grow up to fulfill your sick outdated fantasies. Four little princesses. JFC *walks off grumbling*
Now I'm expecting a little boy and I feel heartbroken. When I learned my first was a girl, I couldn't wait to meet her. I bought her everything pink and frilly. Here I am, eight weeks from my due date, and I have yet to buy this baby a single thing. When I look at baby boy items, I become severely depressed.
I'm no longer with the baby's father. He and his family are very excited about the baby, as he will be the only male grandchild for this generation. The truth is, the more I think about it, the more I am pulled in the direction of signing over my parental rights to my ex. At least he really wants him, whereas I don't.
I know this sounds terrible and selfish. I feel like a monster, but I can't help it. My dad says I shouldn't even allow my ex to visit our son in the hospital after he's born. No one will listen to how I feel. They keep saying my feelings will change after the baby is born, but I doubt it. I just need some guidance.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Song Of The Day
Ah, the wonders of the internet, where you can find hidden little gems like this. Flawless 60's era singing voice:
THIRTY MINUTES LATER
*repeat button explodes*
THIRTY MINUTES LATER
*repeat button explodes*
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Random Thoughts
Got my hair cut today. Pretty sure I may have the same hairdo as Will Berman right now.
Commercial count - 10. Saw it twice last night and just a few minute ago during Food Factory. It's funny- last night I was looking for the words to that new Little Caesars commercial and I came across the website Commercials I Hate. Good site, if you hate most commercials like I do. Anyway, I was curious to see if the commercial was on there and surprisingly, it was. A lot of people complaining about the "political correctness" of it. I am not a big fan of being PC, but I do try to be to a certain degree. But I have to say, the political correctness these people are talking about totally went over my head. I see it somewhat now, but guess I am just not that PC observant.
I read the whole thread and was actually surprised to find out one of the people in the video is an actor. Not acting in the commercial itself, but as a normal job. I was even more shocked to find out said person is younger than me. Only like a year or so, but still.
Damn, I don't know what that "thing" I had the other day did to me, but I feel so miserable right now. All yesterday I was slightly nauseous and a little more nauseous at night. I went to eat a banana and after I opened it up, I couldn't bring myself to eat it. My Jell-O made me want to throw up. I woke up feeling incredibly bloated and nauseous. I am even more bloated and nauseous right now. I have no appetite and am turned off by a lot of foods. Haven't gone to the bathroom since Thursday. My lower left side is making an unbelievable racket and I have so much trapped gas and even 4 Gas-Ex pills haven't done anything (sorry). Oh, and I have the heartburn from hell.
I feel almost like I did that time in December 2012 when I was spotting during my period. I have actually been having some brown spotting the past several days so I don't know if that has anything to do with it or what. All I know is I want this to go away.
When someone is probably an undiagnosed hypochondriac, the worst thing is for the person to get sick. Especially if the person hasn't quite shed the fear of a specific disease and is experiencing things that are symptoms of said disease.
On Friday morning, I opened up my email in work and I had several emails, all office memos from my manager being nit-picky about this or that in the office. And the last one was to me, telling me to put in my PTO request for calling out on Thursday. Oh, and she knows I sounded upset on the phone when I called her, but next time I need to give a reason why I am calling out. First off, how often do I call out? I have worked for this damn company for a combined total of 2.5 years. I have called out unexpectedly ONE other time. And I gave a reason when I called! Two, she knows I sounded upset, so clearly I wasn't calling out for shits and giggles. Three, she could have simply just asked me. Or asked me the next day. Under normal circumstances I would have definitely have given a reason. It's not like I did it on purpose. But let's see, uh, I just passed out about 15 minutes prior to calling. I was very shook up and anxious and wasn't exactly clearheaded.
Ugh, I am not looking forward to this baby shower tomorrow.
Commercial count - 10. Saw it twice last night and just a few minute ago during Food Factory. It's funny- last night I was looking for the words to that new Little Caesars commercial and I came across the website Commercials I Hate. Good site, if you hate most commercials like I do. Anyway, I was curious to see if the commercial was on there and surprisingly, it was. A lot of people complaining about the "political correctness" of it. I am not a big fan of being PC, but I do try to be to a certain degree. But I have to say, the political correctness these people are talking about totally went over my head. I see it somewhat now, but guess I am just not that PC observant.
I read the whole thread and was actually surprised to find out one of the people in the video is an actor. Not acting in the commercial itself, but as a normal job. I was even more shocked to find out said person is younger than me. Only like a year or so, but still.
Damn, I don't know what that "thing" I had the other day did to me, but I feel so miserable right now. All yesterday I was slightly nauseous and a little more nauseous at night. I went to eat a banana and after I opened it up, I couldn't bring myself to eat it. My Jell-O made me want to throw up. I woke up feeling incredibly bloated and nauseous. I am even more bloated and nauseous right now. I have no appetite and am turned off by a lot of foods. Haven't gone to the bathroom since Thursday. My lower left side is making an unbelievable racket and I have so much trapped gas and even 4 Gas-Ex pills haven't done anything (sorry). Oh, and I have the heartburn from hell.
I feel almost like I did that time in December 2012 when I was spotting during my period. I have actually been having some brown spotting the past several days so I don't know if that has anything to do with it or what. All I know is I want this to go away.
When someone is probably an undiagnosed hypochondriac, the worst thing is for the person to get sick. Especially if the person hasn't quite shed the fear of a specific disease and is experiencing things that are symptoms of said disease.
On Friday morning, I opened up my email in work and I had several emails, all office memos from my manager being nit-picky about this or that in the office. And the last one was to me, telling me to put in my PTO request for calling out on Thursday. Oh, and she knows I sounded upset on the phone when I called her, but next time I need to give a reason why I am calling out. First off, how often do I call out? I have worked for this damn company for a combined total of 2.5 years. I have called out unexpectedly ONE other time. And I gave a reason when I called! Two, she knows I sounded upset, so clearly I wasn't calling out for shits and giggles. Three, she could have simply just asked me. Or asked me the next day. Under normal circumstances I would have definitely have given a reason. It's not like I did it on purpose. But let's see, uh, I just passed out about 15 minutes prior to calling. I was very shook up and anxious and wasn't exactly clearheaded.
Ugh, I am not looking forward to this baby shower tomorrow.
IT'S TIME....
To see what the Blizzard of the Month is! And it is.....
Oh. It's one they have all year long.
A Fan favorite returns. Welcome back Mint Oreo #BLIZZARDTreat! #shamrocking #LOVEmyDQ pic.twitter.com/inKCogiUak
— Dairy Queen (@DairyQueen) March 1, 2014
Oh. It's one they have all year long.
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