So, I’ve learned enough about my body to know when the hormones are coming and given my normal cycle, they should hit any day now. Last months were really really bad. Max’s first birthday away from home didn’t help. This time, I plan to take a whole lot better care of myself. But do be prepared for some whining, cuz you know it’s coming :D
The most rockin’ part is that I can be a hormonal bitch if I want to, I don’t have anyone at home that I need to man up for. HA! Take that.
Gaia tortured a poor gardener snake to death this weekend and looked puzzled when it stopped “playing” with her. She pawed and stared for longer then I imagine I could even stand to see if that thing was going to come back to life and play with me and then promptly dropped the whole situation and moved on to the grasshoppers bouncing all over my backyard. After ensuring Gaia was indeed done with the snake, Bailey went and gobbled it up when she thought no one was looking. Apparently, this snake is the gift that keeps on giving because I then felt a warm, squishy sensation under my toes as I went into my room to prepare for bed. Mmmm, regurgitated snake bits. I’m so lucky my doggy loves me enough to share everything with me, even the dead stuff.
This weekend is Dane’s birthday and there are plans for the corn maze and possibly a movie. I’m looking forward to it, I’ve really missed them.
Micheal Moore was Bill Mahr last weekend, that was good stuff. I can’t wait to see his new movie, probably do that on Friday night.
Matty’s last treatment is this week, I really hope it goes well for him. It’s been a hard year, I hope this can mark a new beginning in his recovery.
Speaking of recovery, I learned this weekend that my meds interact pretty strongly with alcohol and spent Saturday paying for what would normally be a slight blip in my radar. Apparently, I can have approximately ¼ of what I’m used to or suffer the consequences and those consequences are a definite deterrent. Ugh!
I wish Iran would stop playing the “look what we can do” card with us and attend the Geneva convention with a very convincing argument about why we shouldn’t react so strongly because they are freaking me out. I know I don’t really need to sit here and list the number of reasons why the word “nuclear” freaks me out, but I am anxious about this thing turning ugly. We all know Iran was on Bush’s radar at some point, I know Obama doesn’t share that radar screen (thank the gods) but it doesn’t mean Iran isn’t feeling anxious anyway, I mean cripes….look what we are doing to their neighbors? Wouldn’t you feel a little defensive? I think I might, so I don’t know that I can blame them for wanting to have access to the same measures that we have to protect themselves. Sadly, this of course means there’s just one more group of people out there running around with missles pointed at each other and I just can’t wrap my head around that. They should fill those missiles up with maple syrup, non-lethal but very very messy and annoying. In fact, I think being annoyed is a fate worse then death, so maybe we can all start fighting wars without killing each other, just being really really annoying? Idiots.
PS: I finally found out that I really don’t like swiss cheese unless it’s on a Rueben. That is all.
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