Haha! y’all thought this was going to be a dirty post-didn’t ya?
So, I bought a stylus for my phone. It came with an instruction manual (of all things). One of the SAFETY PRECAUTIONS they have written in bold all caps is as follows:
DO NOT SWALLOW OR STAB SOMEONE’S BODY WITH OFFERED PRODUCTS OR ACCESSORIES
mmmkay then. I bought the wrong stylus; I wanted the swallowing/stabbing kind. dammit.
So, my world has been…challenging of late. I don’t know if everything made me feel so out of control and this is the way I am trying to regain some control. Or maybe I am just sick of eating crap. Who knows? Who cares? The point of this random little post is that I have just spent 5 hours shopping, organizing, doing dishes, and cooking.
And I forgot how satisfying planning a menu, cooking, storing, and eating delicious home-cooked food can be. Satisfying and exhausting.
Thus far I have a roast in the crockpot which is slowly turning into something similar to Chipotle’s barbacoa. Tomorrow I will be making the cilantro/lime rice and making some burritos and chimichangas. I am also making some amazing beef barley soup; the smell in my house is so good the dogs keep walking around and sniffing. Herbert who has never seen anyone cook looks so excited by the smells that he is vibrating.
Tomorrow morning I’m planning on making a ‘Dutch baby’ apple pancake…similar to what can be eaten at Walker Bros pancake house in Illinois. If it turns out I will probably just implode from the deliciousness.
I’m excited about the pancake. 🙂
In other island news tis the season o’ camping. Every year around Easter a large number of people move to the beaches, set up tents, and celebrate Easter in the most unique way I’ve ever had the privilege to observe. If anyone is familiar with Pennsic, it appears to be very similar…just on a beach with no medieval trappings. But the territoriality and clan/camp mentality is very similar.
It’s awesome and I love that it exists; but to be honest I have never gotten an invite or hung out on the beach with all the celebrants. It can be intimidating to walk up to a large group of people you don’t know to ask if I can play. 🙂
Anyway, off to make more food. 🙂 have a great night folks.
I had a cat. Her name was Phyllis.
I don’t quite know how to say this, but I am *not* a cat person. In fact, I get great joy out of chasing a cat around while saying, “kitty kitty kitty kitty…” in a very annoying Elmira off of TinyTunes kind of way. I understand dogs, I get them. I can communicate with them and I understand pack mentality. Cats? not a clue. I’ve often had them; we just never clicked. Then I got a Phyllis. She came from the animal shelter and was delivered by a friend of mine who worked there at the time. They had spayed her and that caused her to be all shaved from the waist down. What no-one counted on was that when she was stressed out she dropped hair like a porcupine throws quills. So, before she ever came into my house the little black cat was, well, nekkid on the whole bottom of her body. From the top–fuzzy black kitten. From the bottom–OMG WHAT IS IT?!?! KILL IT WITH FIRE. She was a hideous package of ugly from her snaggle vampire-looking teeth to her nekkid underbelly.
I was instantly in love. 🙂 She took a much longer time to decide she loved me. In fact, even when she slept on my pillow every night she pretty much informed me with many a’ disdainful glare that although she had chosen me as her person I was not to take her for granted and needed to remember she could have done better.
This cat made me laugh every day of her life, which sadly lasted only one year and ended yesterday, April 4, 2012. I held her as the vet injected the disturbingly pink fluid of euthanasia. Why? Because people don’t spay or neuter their animals and cats procreate like crazy and disease runs rampant. Then some unfortunate stray with Feline Leukemia Virus infected Phyllis despite her being vaccinated (it happens) during one of the many random turf wars fought by cats defending or gaining territory. Phyllis’ health has been a struggle for the past four months including infections, non-healing wounds, and respiratory problems. She continued to decline and after many trips to the vet for fluids, vitamins, and antibiotics we finally tested her for FeLV. Since she was vaccinated it had been considered unlikely and therefore wasn’t tested for during her initial treatments. She was positive. She was sick, not getting any better, and I had to make the shitty decision to kill my cat. The only cat with whom I had bonded. The cat I loved.
My Phyllis, the creepy adorable fearless hell monster of my heart.
Rest in Peace Pretty Girl; you were loved by many.
Do you know how difficult it is to get up when you wake up to the following adorable-ness?!?
So, I have been trying to figure out a way to include my kinky stuff…but without shoving it down folks’ throats. So, I think I am going to password protect any of the kinky/smutty posts and to receive the password you have to follow the blog or message me a request…something like that. I shall keep you informed. 🙂 (UPDATE: if you would like access to the password protected posts please send me an email at squishedtogether@gmail.com and I will reply with the password. 🙂 🙂 🙂 )
Regardless I hope everyone had a happy weekend. My work ethic has been destroyed…this long slow painful ridiculous death of a closure has changed me in a way I wasn’t expecting. My “don’t give a shit” has increased and my “fuck you” is off the charts. Why? Because I let it change me. I always (ALWAYS) put myself last. Whether not stopping to pee, skipping lunch, giving my evenings, weekends, hell…even my health came after work. However, after finding out all I gave meant nothing and that I will be given nothing (not even a thank you) for how much I cared.
I need to become stronger.
…..I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can…..
One of the many health problems I deal with is acid reflux. Although diabetes is the true bastard in my life, gastro esophageal reflux disease (GERD) is the total dick beating me down like a bad boyfriend today. It hurts. My stomach acid is boiling its way up my esophagus and I kind of feel like a dragon who could spew out acid and ignite it.
~sigh~ stress is a bitch, isn’t she?
It’s my own fault. There is a prescription for omeprazole waiting to be picked up at the pharmacy, but yesterday I put work (or more honestly–money) over my health–again.
Idiot.
I. Am. An. Idiot.
I need to start caring about my health and my happiness more.
Dammit.
This impending financial doom of joblessness is freaking me out. I seem to keep sliding in and out of productivity. One minute I will be zipping along and working my butt off and feel great and the next minute I go all spacey and weird.
They say the universe does not give you more than you can handle. I need to have a small chat with the universe because I AM NOT AS STRONG AS IT THINKS I AM.
Eighteen more days. I can do this; 18 more days.
For anyone out there worried because I have been quiet on Facebook and/or unavailable by text/phone call/email please know I am doing the best I can right now and I am pulling back and gathering strength. I will be back; just give me a bit. Okay?
Love ya,
-H.
I have a Herbert. He is a brindled puppy who is currently 12 weeks old and 20.2lbs. His mother was an approximately 30lb staffordshire bull terrier and based upon Herbert’s paws his father may have been some form of elephant. For anyone interested in what a Herbert looks like, please enjoy his photos below:
Damn April Fools Day–totally not a fun day for someone working as a Safety person. I just fell for a fake “vehicle accident” text. ~sigh~ Every year this day manages to sneak up on me. This is probably karma for calling my mother at 4AM every April Fools Day while I was in college telling her I was pregnant; but damn–it was funny every. damn. time. I don’t know what it says that now I wouldn’t be able to make that call to my mother because #1. She would be thrilled if I got knocked up and #2. I would have to hurt her feelings to say….April Fools. 😦 So, yeah…this day–not my favorite.
Yesterday I trained people (drag your minds out of the gutter folks; it was work training). The training was in confined space and I had this huge rush at the end where I felt like I had finally gotten through to them. I was all gleeful and excited but then uber boss came in and was all yellish and screamy about how long the training was taking. ~sigh~ I don’t know if this is going to work out…you know, staying here and working for uber boss. He came back in and apologized which I felt was a good thing. What will my future career bring? Hopefully less foolishness.
Happy Foolish Day. 🙂
-H.
Squished Together 