Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Do I practice witchcraft?

I laugh nervously at your question.😬 “Do I practice witchcraft? 🤔 Well, I … dabble.”🤷🏽‍♀️

Right on cue, 🐭several mice🐭 tumble 🐭out of my pocket with overpriced crystals 💎💎💎 strapped to their backs.

My mug of tea 🍵 starts frothing and shooting beams of light ☄️ everywhere.☄️

🗣Maniacal voices are chattering right outside the window. 🗣“USE QUARTZ FOR EVERYTHING!” they say. 🗣“HERE, HAVE ANOTHER RECIPE FOR A SALT SCRUB!”

🎶We both hear faint singing, and we instinctively know it’s coming from the moon. 🌝 The words are hard to make out, but it sounds something like 🎶 You’re a fucking liar … 🎶

🧚🏻‍♀️The fae, emboldened by my weak-ass answer, bring their hunting party 🧝‍♀️🏹 straight through my living room.

😟We’re left sitting in the wreckage, 🍵and I’m clutching my mug of tea. It’s still giving off faint sparks.💫

“It’s … It’s just a hobby,” 😳 I say quietly.

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Not mine, from "PanickyWitchcraft" on Tumblr
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Monday, January 13, 2020

This is why I can't be left alone.

I left the house today to do one thing: get my nails done and buy coffee creamer ... ok, two things.

It was fool-proof, my boyfriend even dropped me off at the door of the nail place on his way to work.
On the way home though, I have to stop at Walmart. This is the part I didn't think all the way thru.

Nails, coffee creamer, some $257 and 3+ hours later ... I'm back home!

My nails look great and I didn't suffer too much. The first 5 minutes were show-n-tell with all the pics in my phone. I'm VERY picky about the shape. I was gonna go with red, but he had a beautiful purplish-black at his station. I've never had purple nails, it's out of my comfort zone but I love the color. And purple is for royalty, right? ;) I wanted them short but he kept them a little bit longer in keeping with the slew of pictures I showed him. He didn't talk much and when I said "AGH! stop filing! I don't like them thin." ... he stopped filing.

I can't say more without incriminating myself. *sips coffee* I'll be back, I have to go hide stuff.

Sunday, January 12, 2020

I am my body's worst enemy.

This is a really long post, but I have to get it all out ...

Last year, after planning a last-minute vacation in July, I got sick. Really sick. The kind of sick that I should've gone-to-the-hospital sick. I kinda knew what led up to it because I had seen it coming ... I'd feel awful after drinking soda. Coke. My Achilles.

Some days I would drink soda and my kidneys would start to hurt within minutes, other days I'd go to sleep and when I woke up I'd feel like I had been run over ... or my kidneys had turned to stone. It was always painful. I'd stop drinking soda for a while, then the headaches would start. First I'd start taking little sips to appease the caffeine withdrawals. Then the bargaining: I'll only drink soda at work, but we had a vending machine so it was too readily available, so I'll drink soda only at home ... only on my days off ... only when we go out. Soon I was drinking it every day again until I felt like crap. I even tried keeping track of days I "didn't" have soda in my BuJo. I failed.

Hi, I'm addicted to soda. :(

I still am, but I digress ... so it's the day before we're to drive out to California and I start peeing blood ... very little pee and a whole lot of pressure and pain. The dogs were boarded, everything was recently paid for and going to sit at the ER now was going to throw every off. Plus, I really didn't want to sit in a waiting room for 6 hours when I could sit in a car for close to the same time. If I was gonna die, I might as well die doing something I like, right? We went to the store before hitting the freeway, I got water and 2 large containers of cranberry juice. The good stuff. I had read up on essential oils that were good for cleansing your kidneys, more on that at the end.* I had some antibiotics, I honestly don't know if they were expired or not, but I couldn't take them yet because if I LIVED I was gonna be out in the sun a lot the next 2 days, and it said to stay out of the sun while taking. Yes, that is really how my mind works. So with that, I gave up my right to drive half the way due to pain and focused on drinking all this water and juice before arriving in California.
I did what I do best, I was annoying as fuck to keep my boyfriend awake at the wheel and I took pictures. I take pictures of everything. And I prayed the whole way ... "if you let me live, I will NEVER drink soda again". It was my mantra the whole way.

I felt a little better after arriving, no lie. I was still seeing blood in my urine but I was able to pee more. I felt good enough to walk from our motel to McDonalds and back. I wasn't great, I had to take pain meds for my withdrawals and I was still scared.

California came and went. I lived. Once home I started the antibiotics.
It's been almost 6 months and I still have not had any soda.
I still crave it, that's why I said I'm still addicted but after what I went thru, it's a promise I never plan on breaking. I will never drink soda again ... which brings me to the present ...

(sigh) *takes a sip of chamomile tea*
Last Thursday at work I got sick. So sick that when the supervisor came around saying he was gonna send someone home 'cause we were slow, I asked it to be me. I never call out or leave early. I'm still not drinking soda so this was something new, and MORE painful. It felt like an awful air bubble, an air bubble with SPIKES, was traveling thru my intestines. I couldn't go to the bathroom, I felt like throwing up AND passing out. It was all sorts of fucked up hitting me at once. I went home. I'd like to die on my own toilet, please.
I went home to die AND I had to get better overnight to go back to work the next day.
My boyfriend's mom recommended Pepto and since I haven't had it in years, it worked great.
I tried to think of what could've gotten me sick. We were eating out less, more at home and my boyfriend was fine. I couldn't even drink coffee 'cause the last one I had made my stomach hurt and started all this, so ... hmm. Turns out for the past who knows how many days, all I've had to drink is coffee and a bottle of water per day. Yes, 1 bottle, and I do know how many days but I'm not telling how I almost killed myself a second time. I started to drink water until it was time for bed.

Friday: I got up and went to work, I drank water all day + a liter of tea with honey, and a pack of crackers to help settle my stomach. I had something small for dinner, I don't remember what, probably more crackers. After going to bed, for the first time in forever, I was up all night peeing. I felt fine aside from feeling like I was starving.

Saturday: More of the same, just water all day. I ate for the first time and felt fine, but I was starting to get caffeine withdrawal headaches. After eating I made some coffee and sipped it. I should've stopped when I was full but it was delicious. I didn't get sick though. For dinner, my boyfriend got Cane's and after drinking so much water all day, I could only eat half a caniac. I saved the other half for breakfast.

Sunday: I am still drinking water. I haven't had any more pain. I ate. I think my coffee consumption will go down to every other day or only as needed. :( And ONLY on a full stomach, and ONLY after drinking water. Today was the first time I've pooped since getting sick. I know. TMI. I'm sorry. It was a great bowel movement. LOL

Guys, I'm 50something and I learn something new every day. Take care of your body.

*For anyone interested in what essential oils I took when I got sick the first time:
I put 3-4 drops each in a capsule: Marjoram, Rosemary, Clove, and Oregano.
I was taking 2 capsules every 8 hours. I tapered off as I got better, now I only take 1 capsule once a week.

Sunday, January 5, 2020

^._.^= ∫

This one lady called to 'complain' because this "friendly fat cat" showed up to eat every day so she wanted to bring him in to make sure he was healthy so she could keep him indoors. "He shows up and my door and cries every day so I feed it."
me: ummm ... he's crying because he's trained you to feed it. (I tried to say this as nice as possible.)
The woman on the phone GASPED ... then silence.
me: you said he's fat ... he probably roams around during the day. He's friendly so he's used to people ... he probably stops at several houses and 'cries' to be fed ...
her: OMG! I never thought of that! (she sounded like I was a genius) ... (I am.) ;)
me: if you stop feeding him, he'll stop coming around.
She said she was gonna try that. She never called back.

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To all you people picking up "sweet" cats that you find in the street:
*There's no such thing as a lost or stray cat. It has a home, that's why it's used to humans.

*That poor thing was out strolling the 'hood, hoping to get laid and you scooped it up.

*Leave it alone, don't make eye contact, go on with your life. If it was really homeless it would be trying to take out your eye and you wouldn't want it.

Saturday, January 4, 2020

I warned her ...

This girl that I'm not particularly fond of walks into my office to make a copy of something and says to me "you're stuck with ME tomorrow!" 😁
Me: "nope ... I'm off."
(I would rather deal with a dog with maggots than cross-train her, and maggots are like my fucking kryptonite.)

She turns to my co-worker and tries again: "YOU'RE stuck with me tomorrow!"

We both looked at each other. I added: "I don't like you that much".

As she was leaving she turned at the door and said "X's and O's!" 😊

I'm sure that was her giving me a middle finger right back. 🖕🏽
OK, but at least I told her.

I don't want her saying shit later and crying that I don't like her 'cause I'm gonna be like "I TOLD you back in January that I didn't like you and you laughed!"

Thursday, June 23, 2011

That Time of the Month

Why isn't there a red "ice cream truck" driving around selling ice cream + pads, tampons, chick-flicks, bonbons, tissue boxes, and heating pads??

... with a grand-motherly type that hands out a complimentary pack of chamomile tea, pats your hand and says "there, there, dear".

... and the driver would offer compliments like "smile girl, you look good today" even though your curlers are falling out of your hair, your face is tear-streaked with yesterday's makeup, you're all bloated and breaking out like you're 13 again.

... I haven't thought of a good jingle for the truck but someone needs to run with this idea. There's money to be made. I, for one, would throw money at someone if they drove up with chocolate ice cream and tampons.

... should the truck be red or pink? Red screams bloody emergency, which it IS ... but maybe something softer.

... there are no mirrors anywhere on the truck (the side-view mirrors point to the sky), but there a lot of inspirational quotes: "She ain't Shit" ... "You're curvy and beautiful" ... "Hit him with a phonebook" ... "We're at IHOP" (inside joke). OK, so semi- inspirational quotes.

... then neighbors would see you and be like, oh shit, better steer clear of that bitch this week ... she's at the period truck.

... it can't be a stationary location because think of the fights that would break out ... "what are you LOOKING ATTTT?" ... "the fuck did you say to me!?"

... it can't be driven by a woman during HER time of the month because she'll just be plowing thru people ... DIE, YOU DUMB BITCH! ... yeah, I got your tampon right here ... shoves it in the buyers' face ... buyer pulls her out the window ... fight..., well you know. This is a very vivid scenario in my head. LOL

#TheseFuckingCrampsAreKillingMe

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Why ... ?

I used to have a diary. Someone from church, when I was younger, suggested I keep a journal. I don't remember why. Maybe he just saw I was quiet and didn't readily make friends. It was very therapeutic and tons of fun.  I'm secretive by nature and love to write, a diary was a perfect outlet for me ... then my mom found it.  I had written stuff I had never told ANYone ... and not only did she read it, she threatened to tell my dad everything that was in it. It stopped being fun. -_- I would still buy journals from time to time [[I have TONS of empty journals and notebooks]] but didn't write anything "truly" personal for fear of someone going thru it again.
So, here we are, no real name, I'm not even going to tell anyone I have this, I'm just going to rant my little heart out and vent my frustrations and hopefully look back in a couple of months (years?) and laugh my ass off. :)


Welcome to some little part of my mind.