Random Thoughts

When I was in kindergarten, we were asked to draw a picture of our fathers. Family legend says my dad was part Indian (feather not dot)-I don't know if that's true or not, but I do know he had very dark skin compared to the rest of his brothers and sisters (different mothers, or so the story goes).

Anyway, I couldn't find or didn't have a brown crayon, so I used a black one. It made perfect sense to my little 5 year old mind. Everyone laughed at me, including the teacher. I remember coming home crying, and trying to hide the picture. My dad found it and said it was the best picture of himself he had ever seen.

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Beer is weird. I have noticed, in my 3 whole days of sobriety, that I have way more trouble getting up in the morning then I ever did when I was hungover. I'm sleeping so good, I don't want to get out of bed. I have more trouble falling asleep, but I have been sleeping like a ROCK.

Book Review

Duma Key by Stephen King

I haven't read a scary book in a while-I wouldn't have read this one if the library wasn't closed last Friday-but it was actually pretty good. The story of a man who lost his arm in a horrific accident, but gained a mysterious power.........(cue scary music)

I didn't think it was too scary, but I did have nightmares the last two nights. Then again, that's pretty normal for me, so whatever. It was a good read.

Pirate Cat

Aarrghh, matey. If that light flashes in my eyes one more time I'll be swabbing the deck with yer skull, I will.

Here We Go Again

Blah blah beer blah blah acid reflux blah blah blah

I swear, you'd think I'd learn.

I went off of Nexium because our new insurance won't cover it and it is HIGHLY expensive. I was doing ok, until about 2 weeks ago. I had veggie chili at lunch and it was all down hill from there. Prilosec is supposed to be very similar to Nexium, so I took about 3 doses then blew it off. Then came Thanksgiving-friends, family, no work, concerts, lots of beer, and of course those delightful jalapeno treats.

I am paying for it now. Big time. I'm suffering the same symptoms that originally led me to urgent care. I'm taking Prilosec every day, and I haven't had a drink since Saturday.

Not working yet. I blame the beer. I blame the beer for a lot of things, including, but not limited to-my 6 pound weight gain, my acid reflux, and money that seems to have just disappeared.

My goal, AGAIN, is to not drink, not even 1, until Friday. I would like to be a normal person, a person who has a few beers on a Friday night to celebrate the end of the week. Not this person I have become (have been?), who has a beer in her hand at all times. It's getting old. I'm sick of fighting the acid reflux, I'm sick of fighting the weight gain, and I'm sick of feeling like shit when I wake up in the morning.

I can do this.

Monday Funny

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Book Review

A Crooked Path by Annette Smith.

I actually really enjoyed this book. It's the story of a mexican immigrant who starts out a day laborer, ends up with his green card, falls in love, etc...

I didn't think I would like it at first, but I actually enjoyed reading about the trials and tribulations the immigrants go through to become citizens, and the way they are treated by Americans. It opened my eyes a little bit.

By the way, some of you may have noticed that books will appear on my list as reading, then suddenly disappear with no review. I decided if I can't say something nice, not to say anything at all, soo........

Uh-Oh

I just received this award from mile191, and with it I'm supposed to post 10 honest things about myself.

Here goes.

1. I'm obsessed with my appearance. I can't take a compliment, and I constantly find something about myself to pick on. I wish I could stop.

2. I hate to drive. I hate that I can't teleport from point A to point B. Driving seems like such a waste of time. Besides, all the idiots on the road scare the hell out of me.

3. I wish I was a different sort of mother. Both now and then.

4. I'm obsessed with shoes. I'm pretty sure it stems from growing up-we were poor, and I only had one pair at a time. Now I have about 50, and I don't even wear half of them. Granted, it is winter and most of them are high heels, but still. I maybe wore 10 pairs this year.

5. As much as I hate to admit it, I am still very much controlled by the events of my childhood. From my uber sensitive startle reflex to the fact that I'm afraid of the dark, there are parts of me that can't be fixed. But that's ok-I have learned to work around them.

6. I'm afraid to tell my story. I do not want to see pity in anyone's eyes, ever. I don't want to be "that girl". But I think I will try anyway.

7. I'm way, way too quick to judge others. And I find it hard to let go of my first impressions. Bad combo.

8. The world is very black and white to me. People are either good or bad. I either like people or detest them. I either eat like a horse or starve myself. There is no middle ground with me.

9. I am WAY too dependent on chemicals to get to sleep at night. I'm trying to change.

10. I drink WAY too much. I'm trying to change that as well.

And with that, I tag the following people. No pressure-I won't be insulted if you choose not to play.

Wirecutter

Miyonao

Dan

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