I decided to join the 21st century and create a blog like all the other yuppy douche bags that think their lives are important. (Not you Sarah, I love you). If you don't like my language, subject matter, personality, sense of humor, hair color or opinion - I welcome you to press the handy little X located at the top right of your browser. No one is forcing you to read my ramblings, no I did not major in English in college, and no I don't care for your negativity.
My personal life is fairly uneventful. My zoo of animals all think they're cats, no matter what specie, minus the hedgehog, who is a prickly ball of seething hatred. The boyfriend just started GoW 3 today - I don't expect to see him again for a week. We actually have beautiful weather today and just got back from taking Ruff on a walk around the block. I did the dishes because I was tired of looking at them.
--> Random dream insert -->
I dreamed I was at an old friend's house, LJ, during some holiday party that her mom was throwing. There was a guy flipping out over this stack of books/magazines... when my nosey ass looks at the spine of the magazines, what do I find? But my name as the author. Wootey-tah look who decided to write a book. Maybe I was meant to be tagged in Sarah's post on FB and create my own blog to write about the random bits of chaos that bespeckle my every day's existence...IS THAT YOU FATE KNOCKING ON MY DOOR??
Joking. Moving on.
Just took a typing test - in combination with a boyfriend breathing over my shoulder and his Y key being dislodged from his keyboard, I got 89 wpm with a 90% accuracy. Hodgepodge I say I know I can get over 100.
Nursing home story time! ((I don't think there's a confidentiality issue for telling some of these stories as long as I remain fairly vague about names and don't splatter their picture online, right?
We'll see if I get yelled at.))
Today's morning activity was stretching and basketball. After corraling most of the usual suspects in the room, the games began. A particular individual, who I confess is one of my favorites, almost immediately starts talking smack to the other residents. She is 70ish, in a wheelchair, loves puzzles, and steals lotion off of the nurse's carts - she will be known as K. ((The other day she was wearing some very fashionable sunglasses she had kidnapped from somewhere and had them on so "the nurses won't be able to tell that I'm sleeping" - adorable))
Back to the story - one of the old men, she doesn't really care for, was trying to shoot the basketball and I heard mumbling noises coming from her wheelchair. As I leaned over, I could hear her whispering, "Shoot the ball already!" The activity leader whipped around, gave her the stink eye and the serious-business-finger-point, and continued helping the man shoot the ball. Not 2 seconds later, K starts coughing loudly every time he tried to make the basket. This of course, distracts the poor bastard, and he completely misses. Leader whips around once more glaring and K throws up her hands, completely innocent. I snickered. This continues for the next 2 residents until the woman right before K gets her turn. Every resident gets 5 shots at the basket. K had remained relatively quiet until the woman's last shot. Right before the woman's toss, K leaned over and whispered, "Throw the ball already... loser!" Leader lady spins around with a venomous glare to reprimand K and before she even has time to speak, K says, "What? They're baddies."
Yeah - she's my favorite.
This afternoon I'm going bowling with a client and grabbing pizza/cake for his early birthday celebration. Days like this makes me thankful to have this job. Albeit, days like Tuesday where someone decided it would be nice if they screamed for 4 hours straight, make me want to punch infants. When I get home I have a tentative plan to get on the elliptical. Realistically, I will take off all of my clothes, put on stretchy pants, and vegitate on Zynga games.
To Do list:
-Get oil changed on car
-Buy laundry detergent
-Get gas for car
-Hang laundry up that has been decorating various lamps, drawers and counters of room for over a week
Well, bowling was interesting. The kids stomped the adults. I bowled a 113 and 116 which I was proud of since I am le fail at throwing heavy objects at slender pins down a freakin' lane. ((We had bumpers - shuttttt upppppppppp).
Dinner was a fail from the get-go. Traffic was a nightmare, the restaurant was crowded, sweaty and small. Everyone's anxiety levels started bubbling within the first 5 minutes. We managed to get through the pizza with minimal heart attacks... but the cake, the cake was the ICING ON THE CAKE? Fail. Anyway - a certain individual doesn't like being the center of attention and has small panic attacks when this happens. At the prospect of being sung to and having to blow out candles, he flipped out. Hand in the face, shouting, "Shut up. I hate you. You're an idiot." etc etc.
I felt terrible for him because this was his birthday party and it isn't his fault he has terrible anxiety. He isn't even prescribed medication when he is like a squirrel on meth on a "normal" day. So.... a panic attack was really cute. He stormed out of the restaurant and had to sit in the car while we cleaned up the table.
All in all, it was a good evening but I feel like my nerves have been run across hot coals and I am mentally exhausted. Its lovely having "empath" abilities because when someone has anxiety so bad they vomit, it makes me nauseous just being near them. Nerves nerves nerves.
Aunt Flo should also be showing up around Saturday? ((So says the app on my phone)). Yesterday I had a GREAT DAY, came home, ate dinner, lol'd on Facebook, and out of nowhere, psycho-angry-bitch mode and I flipped out.
For whatever reason, I feel the waves of anger threatening to take over my happy-go-lucky mood, again. Every little thing that happens makes me want to snap and start yelling.
*breathing*
Time to get off the computer.
--> Food update-->
Y Breakfast I had a smoothie with OJ, V8, Tofu, Strawberries, Pineapple, Vanilla Soy Milk, Super Food and Ground Flaxseed. ~8 fl oz water
Y Lunch was a leftover grilled chicken wrap & honey mustard from O'Charley's yesterday.
~12 fl oz w/ peach mango + green tea packet
Y Dinner was a fail. Hamburger, onion, and mushroom Brooklyn style pizza -1 huge slice and a small piece of cookie cake - woopsy. You try turning down cookie cake. It is impossible. I accidentally had 2 sodas too - facepalm.
