For those about to debate ...

Okay, I was trying to get pictures of the dogs posted in my last entry - but LJ and my mad HTML skillz just weren't getting along *at all*.

So, let's try this again, shall we?


For those that prefer canine companions, we do have some adorable dogs, too!
( puppies!! )

If it's not bad dreams that woke me in the night - it's my knee giving out, and my almost tumbling down the last four stairs to the basement of our office building.

Then it's the caffeine jitters, my TMJ acting up and the fact that it cost over $300 to replace our interior shower door. (The nice thing is, I could take a "real" shower ... I loved it.)

I want a do-over on today, dammit! Is that asking too much?

Apparently, now she's looking for a Christmas Angle - and did get a job buy[sic] spring, at Goodwill.

Now, she wants to get a computer, so she can get a degree through an online University, to get a better job within Goodwill.


Me, snarky? Never...

*adjusts rusty halo and walks off*

Secrete Santa Wanted

I know, it’s rude to make fun of those with disabilities – but the spelling errors (“doughtier” for daughter, ad infinitum...), the posting is in all caps, and lack of punctuation almost made me want to cry.

My biggest question, though, is how does one “Secrete” Santa? It sounds quite painful, actually. ;)

Last night, Kellie was having a really hellish day, so I wanted to do something nice - and perhaps even a little romantic - for her. So, I decided to get a hot bath going for her, complete with candles.

In the process of crumbling a bubble bar for the bathwater, I bumped the interior shower door off its track. Not wanting to ruin the surprise, I kept the door shut, and scrambled to get the door back in track. While struggling, it didn't work out, and all of a sudden

CRASH!!

I'm standing in scented, bubbly water, which is now filled with shards of glass. My hands are bloodied, my right leg is nicked up and I'm simultaneously freaked out and upset that my good plans had been shot all to hell.

Kellie heard the crash, and assumed that I'd had a seizure. She came in, cleared a path for me so I could get out of the glass-filled tub, and cleaned up my wounds.

After getting me cleaned up, we worked together to clean up the glass in the bathroom. She called the building manager to report that the door was broken - and we were cleaning up the mess. Once the glass was swept up from outside of the tub, we took turns bailing out the bathtub, to get the water down before taking a litter scooper to scoop out larger shards of glass.

Once the glass was cleaned up (well, to the best of our abilities), the bag that we were using ended up splitting, with glass ending up ALL OVER THE FLOOR. So, I grabbed up a box, and put it into a plastic bag, then set about to cleaning up again.

Thankfully, after getting the glass cleaned up, that was that. Of course, this morning, I was still finding a few random shards of glass on the bathroom floor - so I refuse to go in there barefoot.

For the record, I'm feeling alright, my hands are bandaged up - and yes, I made sure to have cool band-aids. :-)


And how was your Friday night?

Tonight is Gym Night - and hopefully it'll be better than it was on Tuesday.

Unfortunately, Tuesday night was kind of a bust-up, because I didn't have anything hard rock to keep me motivated ... so it was hard to get going in the first place. Then ... I stumbled upon "Jeopardy!" while on the stationary bike, and played along with the college geeks for the 20 minutes I was riding.


Tonight, I'm bringing the Metallica S & M discs to the gym, along with my CD player. I know, they got all kinds of shit for playing with the San Francisco Symphony - from Metallicats and Symphony patrons alike - but it was an amazing performance, and made the songs all the more haunting and powerful in some instances.

Okay ... enough of my fangirl lust for Kirk Hammett (although he is quite handsome and some of the slash involving him ... oh good brother. *Fans self*) Anyways, I'm taking Metallica to the JCC with me tonight.

Rock on. \m/

Daily Candy is finally making its way to Beantown! :-D

They just started the daily e-mail in San Francisco about a month ago, and now, it's Boston's turn!

So, if you want the dirt on where to find a damn good manicurist, a new funky boutique, or a masseuse that makes housecalls, sign up here, and starting in December, you'll be the first to know!

There's nothing better than a good Snowcake to get the day going. Especially when it's this Snowcake goodness, from Lush.

It's a sweet/almond-y, creamy soap that smells divine and feels wonderful on the skin. When I wash up with it, I admit that I could use the entire bar in one shower - but I try not to, because I don't want to waste it ... it's so good!

Besides, there's something about the name. It gives me a chance to giggle in the shower as I shout "snowcake! SNOWCAKE!!", like Cartman with his Protein Weight-Gainer shakes.


And for anyone that may worry - Snowcake is Vegan. So no animal products were involved, and no animal testing, either. Unless you count humans as animals.

No, really. I mean it.

Especially since I've come to the decision that even though I've reached six months' seizure-free (go me!), I really have no business behind the wheel of a car - unless it happens to be on a Go-Kart track.

It may feel like resignation, but in reality, it's just the realization that I don't always have the pre-seizure auras that I used to - and that was my one-minute warning to find a Happy Place and rest until the seizure ended. Behind the wheel of a car, I may not have that luxury, and I'd be afraid of having a seizure, and inadvertently causing a major accident.

I can be six months, sixteen months, or six years without seizures - but I'd rather leave the driving to someone else. For my safety, and the safety of those around me.


So yes, I will continue to be the non-driving insurance agent. Someone that can sell you Auto insurance, without having personally owned a car. Just like I can sell you Homeowner's insurance, while only having had renter's policies.

Last night I worked out - fiercely. And I discovered something - while many people like to work out to upbeat pop-py dance music, or even house music, some even preferring to sweat it out to the Oldies ... I was really working my ass off while watching something on VH1 about the 100 Greatest Musicians of Hard Rock.

Yes, Ministry, Megadeth, Anthrax, Metallica, AC/DC, Nine Inch Nails, and L7 got my ass going - and kept it there. Perhaps even some Pixies and Foo Fighters for coming down.


I'm an odd bird, I know. But hey, the hard rock and metal kept me going with my cardio routine for almost an hour - then I went onto my strength training for a half-hour or so.

If only I had all of that music - I could switch out my stuff on the MP3 player, and replace it with the harder stuff that keeps me going on the bike and treadmill.