Wednesday, November 30, 2011

- Like Mother, Like Daughter

Emma used to have really flaky skin.  The vet prescribed Sebolux medicated shampoo.

Now my scalp is determined to flake off and leave me and I kid you not, Dude Man mentioned Sebulex shampoo as a treatment before opting to stick with T-Gel.  I am slowly convincing it to "Come on in and sit a spell".  Sometimes I need to say really southern things when I start to feel like I've assimilated too much into Minnesotan culture.

Rosey is still going in full force and regularly finding new places to colonize.  This is a hostile takeover since I have granted her no such permissions.  I've heard UV light/sunlight can help from a few people now which means I'm considering the unthinkable - going to a tanning bed as treatment.

But since my skin is having a teenage girl moment and screaming "I HATE YOU, You never let me do anything I want to do!" at it's Mother - it's only logical that Emma's would as well.  Sunday I noticed that her stomach was looking pretty rash-y so I scheduled a vet appointment for today...and I decided we would knock out that whole nose biopsy thing while we were at it.  I mean what's $313.60 more at the vet other than just a drop in the bucket at this point.  Plus if she's going in, we might as well just make a day of it.  I also noticed last night that it appears she's been chewing on her armpit, because it is bald and scabby.  That dog is itchy, y'all.

This morning I dropped her at the vet and in order to biopsy her nose, she had to be put under.  It was only going to be for like 10 minutes - tops...but she's my furbaby so I was nervous.  I didn't do my lab work this morning because I wanted to sit by the phone and make sure I didn't miss the call saying that she was fine.  And that's the only reason I didn't do my lab work - it had nothing to do with how I didn't really want to do that experiment anyway.  By lunch time I hadn't heard anything and having inherited about 50% of my Mom's capacity to worry, I was nearing a panic attack.  So, I called them to check on her.  They hadn't done the procedure yet.  They did it about an hour later and when they called me to tell me that she did really well and was in "recovery" I was in a meeting and missed the call.  Funny how that stuff works out.

Last night that dog made me laugh because she is incapable of resisting a freshly dried pile of laundry.  While I showered she made herself at home - and somehow got wrapped up in a pair of undies.
The dog that doesn't like anything on her head doesn't seem too bothered.

But today that's a different story.  The two places that were biopsed now have sutures - which means someone has to sport a super sexy cone so that they can't scratch them out, or rub her nose on everything.
I understand the logic here, but y'all, this dog doesn't.  I am pretty sure she thinks that this is a crazy torture device.  Plus she couldn't eat after 10 last night so she went almost 24 hours without food.  That's just cruel and unusual in her book.  This cone makes even walking hard because she's so low to the ground, it doesn't take much for it to get caught up in the carpet, or on the asphalt and it just stops her dead in her tracks.  And she hates it because that has got to feel weird.  And she bumps into everything.  Lucky for her she's got 10-14 days to get used to it.
And she's so groggy still from being put under it's all she can do to open her eyes halfway.

What a pathetic little bear.

Friday, November 25, 2011

- So Thankful

Every day I am thankful for a lot of things - yesterday I was mostly thankful for my friends that like to buy a lot of beef, cook it, and share it.  Because turkey is kind of "meh".

Plus it works out because the rest of us are pretty good at cooking side dishes.
This table does not include the massive piece of meat, or our desserts.
 My plate.  Before I cleaned it.

As you can see, it was a rough go of things, and we very nearly starved.  Especially because I was only able to eat about 47 pumpkin whoopie pies.  

Emma was thankful for my lack of recent cleaning.
She loves it almost as much as the starfish chair.

The end.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

- Rough Patch

If I'm being completely honest...I've had a hard time maintaining my usual level of awesomeness lately.

I guess you could say I have hit a rough patch.  And by that I mean that my body is literally covered in rough patches.

Remember back when I decided to get sick?  But the doctor was all "Oh you don't even really look sick" and we both decided it was a virus and that I should sit in the sun and avoid getting chilled?  Well it turns out that virus was the onset of something called Pityriasis Rosea.  And it is totally a pity.  It's this thing where you get awesome red, scaly itchy spots all over your torso.  By awesome I mostly mean sucky.  Before I knew what it was I went to the dermatologist because I was all - "Dude man will tell me what's up and give me something and fix it".  Except he said this instead: "There's no treatment.  It can last a few weeks or a few months, but will eventually go away on it's own."  And then I slapped him in the face.  Just kidding.  He was a really nice guy and it's not his fault I have really good luck, or really crappy luck...or maybe I am lucky because I mean at least it's not Shingles...or something worse.

Also, let's just all take a moment to be like "Yay Winter!" because otherwise it would be kind of hard to make sure that my neck, chest, back and arms were covered at all times so that no one thinks I will infect them with something gross.  "Don't worry, it's not contagious." is not something I like to say in casual conversation.  Because no one really believes you and they all back away like you're contagious anyway.  I'm officially into week three with "Rosey".  I would like to be optimistic and think I'm headed into the homestretch but let's face it, this is me we're talking about.  Today when I got out of the shower I realized Rosey is still spreading and finding new places to set up shop...so I'm just hoping that my the time my birthday rolls around she's figured out how to quit me.

And as if that's not fun enough...my scalp is in horrible shape.  I've known for a while now that I was lucky enough to inherit my dad's psoriasis but this fall it has just gotten unstoppable.  Side note: fall is apparently a terrible time for skin and allergies.  All of my conditions are worse in the "fall" and apparently so are Emma's - whose nose has been bad for so long that the vet wants to biopsy it.  And she wants me to pay her $300.  Vets should really have a preferred patient program.  Emma and I would totally win at that.  So on top of having to keep most of my skin covered, I also feel like I have to keep my hair in just the right style so that it covers all of the areas where at any given second 2000 skin flakes are ready to jump ship.  That mental image is so sexy, right?  My scalp will hopefully clear up faster than Rosey - but dude man said it was bad enough that I should expect it to take 2-3 weeks.

Dude man did have some good news though...all those moles on my back that look sketch are totally fine!  I guess one out of three isn't too bad!

What I'm saying is that I'm currently running at about 85-90% awesome these days...which may be awesome enough for some, but I hold myself to a higher standard.


Sunday, November 20, 2011

- Lazy Sunday

My weekends have been jam packed lately.  I will be staying here for Thanksgiving and one of the biggest things I have planned is to clean out all closets and random drawers of crap before the big move.  And trust me when I say that there is A LOT of crap up in here that will not be moving with me.

But that's next weekend.  This weekend I had very few things planned.  After going out Thursday and Friday night I kind of didn't feel like doing much else.  And the lazy weekend that ensued was amazing.  Was it well deserved?  Let's just go with yes on that.

Things I did that will have no bearing on any to-do list anywhere:
  1. Caught up on all the TV shows I missed throughout the week thanks to Hulu.com
  2. Re-dedicated myself to Mario Galaxy and my Wii.  I'm on the verge of blisters and have gone through two battery packs for my controllers (in my defense they weren't fully charged because I forgot to plug the charger in) but I discovered 3 new galaxies and won at least 15 more stars.  I beat Bowser and his little nephew (or son?) twice, although there is still much left to do in the game.  Which is great because I am completely addicted.
  3. Wore my pajamas all day today.
  4. Slept until at least 10 am both days.  I don't want to brag, but today it was 11:30.
  5. Watched the snow fall for an inordinate amount of time.  Yes I know I'm Minnesotan now, but I still think this is magic.  And pretty.  
  6. Watched the American Music Awards.  I don't get music awards shows.  That 4 minutes I listened to Justin Bieber sing about kissin' "shorty" underneath the mistletoe is time I will never get back.  And if that song means something to you, we can't be friends anymore.
  7. Sang "Lazy Sunday" to myself a few too many times.  Reference the SNL skit if you don't know what I'm talking about.
  8. Stayed completely up to date on the Heineken cup by watching real time commentary - and tweets. Did not expect the Saracens to lose, or Glasgow to lose by so much...Also got way excited for the start of the HSBC World Series next weekend and the Australia/Barbarians game.  I will be making new friends at the pub again.
  9. Forgot to feed Emma breakfast.  That's how lazy I was.  In my defense, it's not exactly like that dog is on the edge of starvation or anything.
  10. Bought an external hard drive.  That was on my to do list.  I thought that once I put all my pictures on there my computer would have some major space freed up.  But I was wrong.  There still isn't enough free space for a software update and I that makes me pretty unhappy.  I guess I have too much music on there now?
  11. Spent a good amount of time considering what NC State decal I would like to buy for the back of my car.  My old one fell off forever ago and it's high time I get that replaced.  
What's kind of funny is that it was family Thanksgiving in Raleigh and Aaron and Kayla are home in Castle Hayne.  If I was there too, I would have had pretty much the exact same weekend.  Except Emma would have gotten fed because Mams would never forget.  

Saturday, November 19, 2011

- This is Happening

Right now:
November 19th - The day the snow came back.

To celebrate I'm going to Happy Hour to eat sushi.  Minneapolis has the most snow I've ever seen...but it's also the only place I've ever been with happy hour on the weekends.  So that's something.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

- Randoms

  1. I'm all up in 30 Rock again.  Which means I'm all in love with Tina Fey again.  Also New Girl has my Zooey Deschanel obsession in full force.  Along with my obsession with her bangs.  Zooey is the whole reason I cut my straight bangs in the first place because I just wanted to be a little bit like her.  I just re-cut them because I'm not sure the side swoop is my jam anymore.  I also love her sister Emily Deschanel.  Bones is my all time favorite show.  Those characters on that show...they mean a lot to me.  This all makes no sense, unless you watch as much TV as I do.
  2. My scalp is determine to flake off and leave me.  Yay - I need a dermatologist.
  3. I need to know that I got the apartment I want.  I need to get that phone call.  Because I've already decorated it in my head and I completely love it.  I've also planned several parties...so this needs to happen.
  4. White or black iPhone 4s?  White?  I thought so.  Can I afford it right now?  Probably not...so I should go ahead and order it right now.
  5. I gave Emma a bone.  I haven't seen that ho bag in like forever.  Because nothing matters to her except that bone.
  6. That Penn State scandal is no joke.  
  7. THIS.  Is.  Hilarious.  

"Look at him.  All he cares about is treats and snoozin"
Like Emma.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

- Christmas in November

Today almost tanked.  First of all someone called me at 7:14 AM.  AM people!  I mean ANYONE that knows me knows better.  They didn't know me and I didn't know them.  But then someone else called around 9 and since it was another unknown number I decided to answer and be like "YO - you best forget this number fast".  Except I heard: "This is not a sales call - do not hang up".  Turns out...it was a collector.  And yes, they had the right number.  Let's all learn from my mistake: When you go to e-statements, make sure you add those random people who send out your statements to your contacts.  Otherwise your statements will start going to your spam folder and all the sudden you will have missed two payments on a $28 balance that's on a card you thought you paid off and now with all those fees you owe like $100 and these people on the phone aren't playing around.

I do not recommend starting days with this phone call.

But you should wake up excited about the amazing apartment you found yesterday and will be filling out an application for today.  Oh the furniture placement possibilities!!  I could say a lot about it the granite countertops, hard wood floors, 15 foot ceilings, underground parking, the fact that heat, water, and a storage locker is all included in the rent, the awesome location that is literally like half a mile from where I currently live...but what I'd really like to emphasize is the price tag - cause it's LITERALLY $550 cheaper than what I pay now.  I mean that's a ridiculous amount of savings...at the end of the year I'm going to take all that money and roll around naked in it.  Not really - but you can bet your asses Imma buy me a plane ticket to somewhere real nice.  In the southern hemisphere.  Where they play rugby.

Speaking of rugby...you could find this on sale with an additional 15% off online: Go USA!  And in other shopping news you could pull up the Ikea website and find that if you buy that couch you've had your eye on forever, you can get a gift card for 15% of the price before taxes...which will cover the dining room chairs you also want.  Sometimes the stars just align for these things.

If you're lucky your day will continue with something like this:
Yay!  A package!

My awesome friend Megan is SUPER talented, you can check her out here: Textile Love.  And when she posted pics of a slouchy hat that she knitted I pretty much knew that I was going to need one of those bad boys to keep me warm up here in the Arctic North.  I got to be her beta-tester for Etsy and even though I knew what I was getting, I left the color choice up to her... 
Aubergine!  
Emma was all: "So it's not food?  Lame."

This is the same color as the one she made for herself and I can't help but kind of love that even though she's tearing it up in the ATL while I'm rocking out in the Minnie...we're totally twinsies!  I tried to take a picture of myself in the hat...but you know how that goes...
Why am I standing so ridiculously awkwardly?  Also it's too dark in this bedroom, and look my bed is a disaster.
Okay the light is better here, but I look like I'm on drugs.  Or sleepy.  Or sleepy because of all the drugs.  I'm not on drugs.  Currently.

One time at East Village Jaclyn and I conducted a highly scientific experiment involving camera angles and determined that from above is the best.  I mean you totally get to avoid a double chin.
However, you can never avoid your inherent gooberishness.  What is this face I'm making.  Is that how I really smile?
Just totally embracing my lack of photgenicity.

Despite not being able to hold my cool in this hat for pictures, I totally LOVE it and might need another 2 or 3 in different colors.  Thanks Megan - you rock my socks off, kind of like the way that Iron & Wine is rocking your socks off right now.

But the awesome day doesn't stop there.  Because, if you're really lucky you will catch the first half of Bones on TV when it actually airs because you actually remembered and finished all your "chores" in time.

It's okay that you don't get to see the whole thing because instead you get to go to the airport and pick up some great friends for a fun-filled weekend of drinks, familiar faces, and football.
Kelsey Cube!  I love this picture of us so much it's framed in my living room.  And one time I posted it on her facebook page just to be all "I love us together".  It was special.
This is also "special".  Jon and I can sing in piano bars like nobody's business.  I can't promise you that we won't end up at one on Saturday night.  I mean when was the last time I sang Journey or Bon Jovi at the top of my lungs?  It's been too long friends.

Christmas in December has a tough act to follow.  


Monday, November 7, 2011

- Cookies

Last night Emma decided to eat what was left of my package of Oreos that I might have left on the coffee table easily within her reach.  While I am appreciative that she saved me the calories (Side note: don't ever read the nutrition information on Oreos - just slather them in peanut butter and eat no more than 4 and then skip at least two meals that day) I'm not exactly sold on the gas they gave her that materialized in the form of machine gun farts.  ALL DAY LONG.

And yet somehow while enduring this all day, I still managed to have a craving for cookies.  So, I busted out an old standby recipe: cookie cake.
Cookie cake consists of a stick of butter (like any respectable recipe), 2 eggs, a box of yellow cake mix (courtesy of the General) and then you add in some chocolate chips and m&m's and mix it all together then smoosh it into a baking sheet and bake at 350 for 15 min.  This incredibly simple process will create a cookie cake that will change your life.

There's just one problem with said cookie cake.  There's all that cookie cake, and just one of me.  Also, cookie cake wasn't the only thing I made tonight and now my kitchen looks like this:
Emma should learn how to do the dishes.  This is all her fault anyway.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

- It'snot Fun

Okay fine.  I'm totally sick.  My throat is all hurty and scratchy and coughing is no es bueno.  And I dealt with this for 4 days like a champ.  I watched rugby, went to a halloween party, played beer pong, went to brunch, and went to work yesterday and I could handle all this because there was NO sinus pressure.

Today sinus pressure rolled into town and now I'm just a sniffling pile of crap attached to a box of tissues.  At least they have a really cute halloween hologram on them.

This cold appears to want mostly Oreos as treatment.  And red wine.  But I feel like when you stay home from work because you're sick you can't drink red wine.  That's wrong right?  It's not that it really makes me feel any better, but when you're tipsy things suck less.  And anything that makes sinus pressure sucks less is okay in my book.  Remember how I'm bad with headaches?  I'm not any better with sinus pressure.  My main thoughts today revolved around how much I need my Mom to take care of me.

I went to the Doctor today because I was concerned about the level of hurtingness my throat was feeling.  I mean I don't have tonsils and I wasn't running a fever but man it was still managing to feel a bit strep-ish.  The Doctor said I'm pretty much fine.  By his determination I wasn't even really all that sick.  He told me to get in the sun if I could - because I'm fair and I'll absorb sun quickly and "Don't worry, you won't get a sunburn in November".  I neglected to tell Doctor man that I'm not worried about the sunburn, but I am deathly afraid of the aging effects that the sun is scientifically proven to have and made a mental note to just buy a multivitamin.  Also, what about sitting in the sun will keep me well?  I think the rest of his advice included "don't get chilled" which should be like really easy here in Minnesota.  So far, I'm winning at getting well.

Oh and to drink hot things.  Mulled wine it is!

Just kidding.  I was good and drank tea and broth and hot water with lemon.  Or a redneck equivalent of hot water and orange juice, whatevs, it worked.

I mean I'm sure that people out there are dealing with real problems, but between this cold and spilling my brand new bag of pretzels all over the kitchen floor last night - things are bad here.  REAL bad.