Uh-oh

I feel a funk coming on.

I don't know why. Things are looking pretty good lately. I get to go to the company golf outing this year (even though they forgot to email me the directions and start time, I'm getting around that by carpooling with a co-worker). I'm going to see Rollins with my buddies, one of my best friends is coming down for a visit. AND I'm going on a Real Family Vacation with my family.

I hate feeling like this. I'm going to shake it. I know I can and I know I will.

I just hope I can shake it fast.

Oddie hates.

Oddie is a pretty chill gato, he isn't the Spawn of Satan that Sweet Pea was.

In the almost five months that we've been hanging out together, I've heard him purr and meow but never hiss.

I heard him hiss today.

I brought out the vacuum and had it in the living room, he was in the kitchen. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, looked back at the vaccuum, Hissed at the vacuum and the proceeded to walk into the bathroom to wait out the Noise. I know he doesn't care for the thing but I didn't know he hated it that much.

1. Heist ::
get

2. Hack ::
joke

3. Dane ::
big dog

4. Stings ::
like a bee

5. Monkey ::
little kid

6. Junkie ::
needs

7. Pumped ::
stoked

8. Brass ::
knuckles

9. Fight! ::
let's go!

10. Vouch ::
faith

From: LunaNina

Get out my business, my bizn@ss

I really don't understand people's curiosity when it comes to other peoples personal lives. 

It's really none of their concern on why I don't want to date or look for a relationship. Believe it or not, I'm pretty happy being on my own. I'm starting to realize what a difficult concept it is for some people to comprehend, but really, I am content to be single. 

I don't go out looking to get anyone's attention. I go out so I can get out the house. Thanks for inviting me out but if I'm gonna get 20 questions and advice on dating when I go out with you and your group, no thanks. 

 

Geez.

My arm looks like I've been bitten by a zombie and the infection is thinking about spreading.

Luckily, only my left arm bruised. My right arm is seemingly much more resilient to phlebotomy needles. 

 

I'm going to start going to the gym at least 4 times a week again. I think not working out may have contributed to last week's ER adventure. I'm not feeling as strong on the ice as I was a month ago, I don't like feeling like I don't have 'wheels' so it's back to spinning class during the week. I'm going to run a 5k with my dad on my birthday so I need to be in shape for that as well. 

Hooray for goals!

And Sam Adams' Octoberfest. 

Knucklehead!

ESPN is EVERYTHING sports. 

You'd think that whatever unpaid intern was writing the sidebar "News" headlines for their front-page website would KNOW that Wazzu is not the team that got stomped on by the Sooners on Saturday night. 

Wazzu, U-Dub; Maroon and Silver, Gold and Purple, Cougars, Huskies. Washington State, Washington. I can understand the confusion. 

Krikey.

Yes, I wrote them a letter/e-email.

Glad I went.

I don't want to go back.

To the ER, that is.

I had one kick-ass migraine headache on Tuesday. I've had headaches like that before but never that bad. I'd like to think that I'm a tough girl but that headache had me curled up in pain. 

One of my buddies was kind enough to take me to the ER around 2130. I got drugs around midnight, a CT around 1. I was put back into the waiting room to wait for the results of the CT. I had three different vials of really neat drugs running in my system and was twitching like no-other and trying to sleep in a chair. I gave up and moved over to a desk near the front entrance, I figured if I could sleep at a desk in school, I can sleep at a desk in the hospital. 

Around 0400 I asked if I had to wait for the results of the CT before I could be released. The short answers was yes. I stumbled back to the official waiting area and snoozed some more. Around 600 I was called back to get the results of my CT. I got to lay in a bed, I got two new warm blankets and a pulse/o2 monitor to wear on my finger. I'd start to doze off and the damn monitor would beep because my heart-rate would drop below fifty. When I was I first hooked up, I had a heart-rate of 66. I'd like to think the low heart-rate is due to being in decent shape and not a medical malady. No one ran into to check on me when the damn thing would beep so I figure I'm okay. 

I finally got the all clear and was allowed to go home around 730 Wednesday morning. 

S.O.B.

I took a shot to the groin. Right where the leg and the trunk connect in the front. There are no pads there. 

Thankfully, she didn't have too hard of a shot. I'm icing that one, I gar-run-tee you that. 

No shots on goal, no assists. I know it's a team sport but sometimes I'd like to know I contributed in a meaningful way other than giving the scoring line a breather. 

I cook and play hockey!

Thanks Wood. 

I have a playoff game tonight at 7. It won't really matter what I eat for dinner since I'm on the no-scoring-second-line-that-keeps-being-reminded-to-keep-the-shifts-short-by-the-three-minute-a-shift-first-liners. But I decided that since I have a free day I'd take advantage of it and make some fud.

I boiled orecchiette pasta. While that was draining I used the same pot to heat up some olive oil. To that I added freshly minced garlic and red pepper flakes, I let those flavors mingle for a few minutes before adding in seasoned breadcrumbs, enough to make a paste but not too thick. Once all the crumbs have absorbed the oil, mix in the pasta and viola! You have an awesome tasting carb-heavy dish.  Inspiration here. 

Next on the list is banana bread and then chicken sausage.