i know that it’s been a while and it’s a long story. i am looking for a new job, still working at the old one even though i quit in may. just call me crazy.
i’m training the new me. she is a nice lady, doing great. i figured dr. boss would want me to go asap because she is now paying for two, although there is plenty of work to go around . . . i finally feel caught up for the first time since i started in april 2007, but no, dr. boss was asking me to go to a meeting with her and the new me in mid-november.
if you know someone looking for a medical coder email me. please.
i am now entirely too bored with cleaning cat secretions. my cats will be toilet trained. as soon as i can order the litter kwitter on amazon this blog will take a deep turn for the worst. (as if it wasn’t bad enough aleady)
the whole “no shampoo” or “no ‘poo” hair fad has really caught my attention starting with a chaz dean info-mercial for “wen” and then i saw this new york times article that has been kicking around on the internets. my hair (and face) are super oily. gross oily. overactive nasty oily. i figured that if i didn’t shampoo my hair it would lead to mega disaster, so forget that . . . maybe if wen was not almost $30 for 16oz i would consider trying it.
then liz and i were strolling though the new section at the christmas tree shop and way up on a top shelf this caught my eye:
way, way up there on the top and i still heard that little light in my brain go “ding. look at that.” it smelled good, which might make me want to buy most anything (hence my love for bath and body care products, so many of them smell good). the cucumber smells nice, but i liked the smell of the olive better, but the olive was for dry hair, and mine is not dry. the “hair one” is available at sally beauty supply for $10 as well as the christmas tree shop for $9.
here is a picture of my hair after a recent haircut, it’s all styled up, but i washed it with shampoo. let’s call this the “before picture”:
after a few weeks of “hair one” washing i will update with an after picture. i would also really, really like to try “wen” but i’m not sure i will get around to it because it involves internet ordering . . . although it is available on amazon.
“how will this effect me?” you ask. my posts will be fewer and furtherbetween for the time being. the computer is getting a brand spanking new hard drive, and should be back in action this weekend, but it will take me some time to get my junk together after this massive blow.
i bought the jvc air cushion in-ear phones for just under $30, by far the most expensive pair i have ever purchased. the sound quality is by far the best i experienced, maybe even better than my full size noise canceling headphones. they feel alright, not popping out or causing sharp pain, but still like there is something large in there.
upside:
no unbearable pain
great sound
they lay flush against my head, so i can wear them while laying on my side (bedtime listening is very important)
blocks out a lot of ambient noise
lower price point
downside:
i can hear everything in my head, like chewing, swallowing, breathing, my jaw clicking (just turn that shit up louder!)
if my cat chews the wire i will be $30 pissed, instead of my usual $9.99 pissed
pushes the cartilage at the front of my ear outward, but not as badly as everything else i have tried
last month we were visiting friends that i love to play scrabble with, but apparently i am the only one of the four of us who doesn’t get tired of scrabble. our friends pulled out rummikub. i had never played before, but liz and i have been trying to learn new games (because she is tired of loosing scrabble, i’m sure) and played rummy with a deck of cards, so we were up for it.
rummikub was very easy to learn, with the same basic principal of setting matches and runs as the card game. we had a ball, and a few weeks later bought the game. when my family came over for the holiday we all played for a few hours, and everybody had fun with it. my sister immediately bought a set and made my parents play with her for the rest of their visit. my mother said that she was going to buy it when they get home, and my father moaned and groaned a bit, but he liked it too.
i was hopping that i could get liz to play rummikub with me more often because she seems to think it is easier than scrabble, and therefore less stressful, but so foar not so much luck.
and to think that when we got our scrabble set liz practically had to beg me in the store to agree to play with her. i am so, so, so very bad at spelling that i thought i could never play well enough to have fun . . . but that ended up not being entirely as important as forming smaller, easier to spell words. my scrabble game is not great, but good enough to hold my own with a game played with four. i never would have guess scrabble would be my favorite game.
liz saw this recipe for a pomtini while watching martha. liz made martha’s recipe for our belated christmas eve dinner. while romping through our little local liquor store earlier this week we got a small bottle of pama to see how it mixes up. here is the simple recipe i put together:
1 shot pama
1 shot absolute ruby red vodka
tonic water
generous squeeze of fresh lime, reserve a curl of zest
a spoonful of fresh pomegranate seeds
spoon pomegranate seeds into the bottom of a 6 oz glass. in a shaker with ice mix the pama, vodka, and lime juice (shake vigorously). pour the mixture into the glass, fill the rest of the glass with cold tonic water and drop in lime zest. the seeds start to float to the top and make a nice burst of flavor when drinking.
enjoy. if you make this recipe with your own twist be sure to tell me so i can try it out too!
i have a problem. i have expesive taste, but not the budget to finance my taste. i want veuve clicquot, but i do not have $45 for a small bottle. calafornia bubbly is not as smooth, and leaves me feeling like something is just not right. instead i will have prosecco, at under $14/bottle i can enjoy all the “champagne” flavor i love at 1/4 the price, all because it came from italy and not france.
dear god, please help me through this trying time. my parents are flying in on chistmas day and it might be too much for me to handle. i know that generally people feel that the holidays are a time to spend with family, so i feel like a real jerk saying that i would prefer not to. especially with my parents living clear across the country i should be lucky that i get to see them at all, but the truth is that i would rather not see them at all.
i do not miss them. i do not miss feeling obligated to spend time with them. absence does make the heart grow fonder, but it cannot make my heart grow fond enough.
my father i can bear, maybe even start to like. the problem is that my father comes with my mother, and she drives me mad. she smokes, she drinks a lot even though she’s diabetic and she has a gambling habit. even at 30 she has left me feeling odd and damaged. i wish i could say why, but i don’t feel like it would be appropriate to put it out in print.
i just want to live a normal life and enjoy the holidays with friends and family minus the odd, damaged feeling. i wish i had a mother that i felt could care about me, but unfortunately i’m afraid that she can’t.
dear readers, please forgive me for being criptic, maybe i can expand at a later date.
this was my third thanksgiving turkey, and the largest item to be cook in our home. it was phenominal.
i was a little concerned about dryness (this is just a breast), but it was sooooo fantastic that i can’t believe that i was worried at all! the only problem that we ran into was that we defrosted for two and a half days, but it was still frozen in the center, so i ran cool water through the cavity and it was fine in 45 minutes or so. i stuffed the cavity with quartered onion and fresh sage, thyme and rosmary. liz chopped up some herbs and we melted a stick of butter and sauted the herbs with salt and pepper then poured the butter between the meat and the skin. it was perfect.
i purchase spring water in 3 liter bottles, usually 6 at a time, one for every workday of the week plus one for good measure, like i said . . . i’m thirsty. i drink straight from the bottle.
when i am not working i carry a liter aluminum bottle of water, plus i have a few spear 3 liter bottles in my car “just in case” i feel the need to drink while driving, which i tend to do.
in the morning as soon as i wake up i go to the bathroom to empty my batter and i begin filling it right away with a few big gulps from the tap. i then drink a full 8oz. glass with my morning pills. i shower and start to get ready for work with either a cup of coffee or another glass of water. i tend to drink another glass before i walk out the door. i will drink a few swigs from a 3 liter bottle while i am driving to work. at work i have 1-2 cups of coffee and 1-2 cups of green or black tea a day along with all but the very last of a 3 liter bottle. i will then take that bottle with me into the car and drink more on my way home. when i get home i will have a snack with either water or an adult beverage. if the weather is cold i will have 2-3 large cups of herbal tea. before bed i will have a glass or 2 with my nighttime pills. sometimes i will take a glass with me to bed and drink most of it if i wake up, otherwise i will get out of bed and head for the kitchen for some cold water, especially after a salty dinner.
people at work make fun of me because of my high consumption rate. and they seem to find it comical that i drink directly from the 3 liter bottle, which is just about as large as a gallon. sometimes i feel self-conscious and i will pour it into my mug, but i really don’t see the need for this. one of the women at work is diabetic, and she had decided that only a diabetic would feel like drinking so much water, so she guilts me into letting her test my blood-sugar, but it is always normal.
really, i think i am just thirsty. some of the ladies at work drink a crap-load of soda and don’t think twice, why is it amusing to them that i like water??
yes, i am an addict. thank god for the kuerig, or i would be a daily user. i use at least once a week, sometimes twice. usually i double up with a breakfast sandwich. one the way to work in the summer i get a venti tripple nonfat latte, hot and a venti iced green tea, extra-strong unsweetened. since i bought the iced beverage tumbler at the beginning of the summer i was able to take it easy on the coffee/tea morning combo by carrying in iced tea from home during the warm months.
a few weeks ago liz forwarded me an email from starbucks announcing the upcoming availability of a membership card offering 10% off purchases (including things like mugs and coffee makers). the membership costs $25, and i figure that i—a moderate user, should have earned back my $25 within 5-6 months of discounted purchases. my friend tim is practically a heavy user with 4-5 soy lattes a week, i bet tim would get his money’s worth in 3 or 4 months. so, my point here is that i was pretty interested in the gold card right away.
this morning i walked into starbucks and saw the gold card next to the register and pounced . . . i did not realize that i was supposed to be getting a free drink with my gold card purchase, and apparently neither did the manager at my starbucks store of choice, because she did not give me one. she also told me that my $25 membership fee would be loaded onto my card, which it was not. i will speak to this manager at my next visit (i went to college with said manager, just thought i should mention that). apart from these mishaps i still would have purchased the card.
today i went to a regional work meeting and won a $10 starbucks gift card in a little raffle. this must have been a sign. this is my second raffle win in less than two weeks (i knew 30 would be a good year for me).
supposedly, i am not suposed to share the card, but just between me and you, reader: liz and i will work out a schedule to share the card and wrongfully maximize our savings.
a patient who was seen today was asked to give a urine sample. the patient told our staff member that she was unable to leave a sample. the staff member asked the patient if she would like a cup of water so she could try to leave the urine after the visit with the doctor. the patient stated that she wanted “a glass of warm water with lemon.” to this i say “what . . .???” what kind of place does she think i work at. when was the last time you went to the gynaecologist’s office and was offered a warm beverage of any type?
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