So, my last post on October 8th related my bitchy reaction to my hypochondriac husband, who actually turned out to have an infection. Well. It didn't stop with that trip to CareNow. Oh yes, you finally get to hear the rest of the story. Because, the Universe sometimes isn't on your side.
After the visit to CareNow, an antibiotic injection and finally figuring out which antibiotics he can take, we head home and try to relax, smug in the knowledge that we caught that infection early and showed it who the fuck is boss! Fuck yeah, antibiotics! Well, by the time we get ready for bed, his temp is hovering at about 100. We're a little concerned but the kidney doctor had told him not to worry unless it gets up to 103 or higher, then it's time to go to the ER. So, we go to bed. At about 4:00 am, he wakes up on fire and dehydrated. We take his temp and it's 103. Gah! Universe :( So, we grab stuff and head to the ER. We called the kidney doctor and he says to tell them as soon as we get there to admit him to this hospital. Not another hospital stay *really sad face* We get to the ER and they get him back to a room and we tell them that he is a transplant patient, has 103 temperature and that his kidney doctor said to admit him immediately. And then we wait. And wait. And wait some more. The ER doc comes in about an hour later and says they need to run tests, etc, and he will get in contact with kidney doctor. An hour after that, the kidney doctor arrives and asks why he isn't in a room yet then goes and gets John ice because he can barely talk or swallow from his mouth being so dry. Also, 2 hours in the ER and they haven't taken blood, urine samples, hooked up an IV to get him hydrated, started him on antibiotics or taken his goddamn temperature! He's also in tremendous pain, but that was the least of our worries. The nurse finally comes in and takes his temp and gets blood and urine samples. She starts an IV, but no antibiotics. His temp is at 103.7 and I am in a panic. I ask when he is being moved to a room, she doesn't know or care apparently. 30 minutes later and it's time for the shift change. And things just go downhill from there.
The new nurse comes in and I immediately ask why he hasn't been admitted and why they haven't started him on the antibiotics. She gets pissy and says she just got on, blah blah blah. She then rips the blanket off of him and says he can't be covered up if he has a fever, so I said she needed to tell the nurse who just left that SINCE SHE WAS THE ONE WHO COVERED HIM UP! DH asked what was he supposed to do since he was freezing and shivering so bad. She said - deal with it. I almost punched her. Instead, as sweet as I could manage, I asked her to find out when he would be moved. And I continued to ask each time she (or the person she was training) walked by the room over the NEXT THREE HOURS. I am about to turn on bitch mode when they come in and say they are going to need to admit him and are moving him to a room. I'm like, "You think?" So 5 hours in the ER with no pain meds, no antibiotics and no compassion.
We get him moved into a room. A shared room. With another sick person. He has an infection and a lowered immune system and they put him in a room with another sick person!! The guy turns out to have kidney disease too and is in there for other reasons (not infection or contagious stuff). As soon as he gets in the other bed, they give him pain meds and start the antibiotic. Like, the nurse had the stuff in her hands when we got there. I love her. He gets instant relief and drifts off. The nurse asks if I knew why it took so long for him to come up? I said we were told the ER was waiting for the orders. She said...you're going to love this, readers. She said they had it down there at 6:30 am. 6:30 AM, ALMOST 4 HOURS AGO! I just stared at her. She said the kidney doctor had come by around 9:30 looking for John. I think he's the one who finally got the ER group to get their shit together. By the time we got to the room, his fever had broke and his temp was down to the normal range.
After that, things were better, to an extent. He was in the hospital for 3 days and the last day he was there, they brought in someone with pneumonia. HELLO - why would you put someone with an airborne infection like pneumonia in with someone else who just got over a kidney infection and has a lowered immune system. His other kidney doctor came in to talk about releasing him and when we told him what the guy in the next bed had, he was upset and said DH should never be put in a room with other patients. No one puts Baby in a corner, and no one puts DH in dual occupancy hospital room!
I stayed home with him the rest of the week and worked from home due to TB scares around town and on campus (yes, that TB) and someone at work being diagnosed with "walking pneumonia" who had been hacking up a lung at work the 2 weeks prior to all of this. I was not going to take any chances, and emotionally, DH wasn't doing well.
We are a couple of weeks out from all of this and he is doing much better. He is focusing on school and trying to finish out this semester after 2 hospital stays. I'm happy he is home and seems much better emotionally and health-wise.
So, Universe, all I have to say is....thank you. Thank you for giving us more time together and thank you for helping remind me the importance of patience and compassion. Fuck. Yeah.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Why I'm a bitch
So, I'm really a nice person. But, I sometimes get in bad moods. Ok, often. STFU, ok, all the time! Gah! Anyway. My husband has to live a life full of doubt (due to his OCD) and anxiety and health issues. I always try to be understanding. But, every now and then I get bitchy. Because he complains. A lot. Ok, maybe not a lot, but enough. Seriously, though, he deserves to be able to complain. His life is pretty difficult.
He has 3 kidneys, 2 of them the size of footballs and covered in cysts that like to burst and cause pain, the third one newly transplanted from an 18 year old kid who died from a head injury. He has to take about 17 medications (not even exaggerating here) on a daily basis to make sure that new kidney doesn't turn on him and try to reject him. It's my honey, who could reject him?! Anyway, he also has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder which can sometimes make leaving the house an act of Congress (amiright?) and can sometimes make him as helpless as a child. There have been nights when I've waited for over 45 minutes for him to finish "checking" before he could come to bed and countless times I've caught him touching the burners on the stove and in the oven "to make sure they aren't on". He sometimes doubts his artist abilities, he used to doubt his love for me and always he doubts that the garage door is really down.
So, back to the transplant part - he now has a suppressed immune system and this means he can catch any little bug and where it might knock you or me down a couple of pegs and make us have stuffy noses, for him, it can mean a visit to the ER or a stay in the hospital, like with the recent pancreatitis at the end of September. Well, today we ended up in a CareNow clinic because he was afraid he might have a urinary tract infection. This is where the bitch part comes in, by the way. Thought I forgot what the fuck I was writing about, didn't you?
Well, we wake up LATE this morning. I'm irritable because I slept too long and I was hungry and I had cramps from hell the night before and, honestly, I was a little hungover from the muscle relaxant I finally agreed to take the night before to help with my back spasms and cramping. So, instant bitch! For the record, before I took the goddamn pill the night before, I said I didn't want to because I had taken one the night he had the pancreatitis and had to drive him to the ER 3 hrs after taking it and that had to be dangerous so I was afraid something like that might happen again when I took them! And, fucking universe has it out for me because something happened!!
He tells me he was up having some issues in the peepee department since 3 AM and had called the on call nephrologist to see what needed to be done. They said, if it continues, to go to CareNow or the ER in the morning.
So, I'm hungry, groggy, cramping and irritable when he tells all of this. I'm mentally rolling my eyes because, let's face it, with his OCD, he can sometimes be a hypochondriac. With his doubt, he always asks me what he should do. And, sometimes, I don't know how to respond. So, he starts this up this morning, this line of questioning and I just grab his phone and check him in for an appointment to CareNow. I was kind of bitchy about it, too. But, we got the call and headed out. I'm STARVING by this point. Anyway, we get there, they run some tests, a random doctor who didn't read his chart comes in and rudely announces that he has a UTI and that he needs to see a specialist because "guys don't get UTI's, man", etc, etc. So, we tell him, he has about 30 specialists, he has polycystic kidney disease, and he's a transplant patient. AND OH YEAH, WE ALREADY TOLD THE FUCKING NURSE HIS WHOLE DAMN HEALTH HISTORY AND SHE WROTE IT IN THE CHART. Btw, that last part was all in my head, but seriously, FUCKING READ THE CHART.
So, I'm being a bitch to my husband and thinking he was over exaggerating and he actually does have an infection :( Again, for me or some of you reading this that would mean some painful urination, lots of cranberry juice and some meds. For him, if we had waited much longer or not gone in at all, it could have meant kidney failure.
I'm such a bitch.
He has 3 kidneys, 2 of them the size of footballs and covered in cysts that like to burst and cause pain, the third one newly transplanted from an 18 year old kid who died from a head injury. He has to take about 17 medications (not even exaggerating here) on a daily basis to make sure that new kidney doesn't turn on him and try to reject him. It's my honey, who could reject him?! Anyway, he also has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder which can sometimes make leaving the house an act of Congress (amiright?) and can sometimes make him as helpless as a child. There have been nights when I've waited for over 45 minutes for him to finish "checking" before he could come to bed and countless times I've caught him touching the burners on the stove and in the oven "to make sure they aren't on". He sometimes doubts his artist abilities, he used to doubt his love for me and always he doubts that the garage door is really down.
So, back to the transplant part - he now has a suppressed immune system and this means he can catch any little bug and where it might knock you or me down a couple of pegs and make us have stuffy noses, for him, it can mean a visit to the ER or a stay in the hospital, like with the recent pancreatitis at the end of September. Well, today we ended up in a CareNow clinic because he was afraid he might have a urinary tract infection. This is where the bitch part comes in, by the way. Thought I forgot what the fuck I was writing about, didn't you?
Well, we wake up LATE this morning. I'm irritable because I slept too long and I was hungry and I had cramps from hell the night before and, honestly, I was a little hungover from the muscle relaxant I finally agreed to take the night before to help with my back spasms and cramping. So, instant bitch! For the record, before I took the goddamn pill the night before, I said I didn't want to because I had taken one the night he had the pancreatitis and had to drive him to the ER 3 hrs after taking it and that had to be dangerous so I was afraid something like that might happen again when I took them! And, fucking universe has it out for me because something happened!!
He tells me he was up having some issues in the peepee department since 3 AM and had called the on call nephrologist to see what needed to be done. They said, if it continues, to go to CareNow or the ER in the morning.
So, I'm hungry, groggy, cramping and irritable when he tells all of this. I'm mentally rolling my eyes because, let's face it, with his OCD, he can sometimes be a hypochondriac. With his doubt, he always asks me what he should do. And, sometimes, I don't know how to respond. So, he starts this up this morning, this line of questioning and I just grab his phone and check him in for an appointment to CareNow. I was kind of bitchy about it, too. But, we got the call and headed out. I'm STARVING by this point. Anyway, we get there, they run some tests, a random doctor who didn't read his chart comes in and rudely announces that he has a UTI and that he needs to see a specialist because "guys don't get UTI's, man", etc, etc. So, we tell him, he has about 30 specialists, he has polycystic kidney disease, and he's a transplant patient. AND OH YEAH, WE ALREADY TOLD THE FUCKING NURSE HIS WHOLE DAMN HEALTH HISTORY AND SHE WROTE IT IN THE CHART. Btw, that last part was all in my head, but seriously, FUCKING READ THE CHART.
So, I'm being a bitch to my husband and thinking he was over exaggerating and he actually does have an infection :( Again, for me or some of you reading this that would mean some painful urination, lots of cranberry juice and some meds. For him, if we had waited much longer or not gone in at all, it could have meant kidney failure.
I'm such a bitch.
Friday, September 30, 2011
It's the GD weekend! Fuck yeah!
FINALLY!
This week has been for the birds. I am so glad it's over! If the weather the rest of this weekend is anything like today, then FUCK YEAH! It's going to rock my socks the fuck off. Seriously, this weather, ya'll. It's amazing. If I had a hammock, my fat ass would be out there swinging and reading and, let's face it, sleeping in my overgrown backyard. Who cares what your lawn looks like when you have a hammock. It's like having a pool. No, not really. It's like having a hammock. This is how I imagine life with a hammock:
Amiright? I can hear the fairy music playing in the background. Luscious, green lawn, beautiful foliage and ambiance and just enough shade to make you doze off. Fuck yeah, hammocks! But, this is probably closer to what it would look like in my out of control backyard:
Actually, I'm not even sure what the fuck that is. It looks like something the Careers would have from the Hunger Games book. Right? Those smug ass punk kids from the Capital, flaunting their prowess by hanging a goddamn hammock up in the forest, sleeping out in the open, having cover from the sun to take a damn nap in the middle of the day. Acting like nothing in Panem will get the best of them! Fuck that. Katniss would knock that shit down with a single arrow somehow and they would accidentally strangle themselves in that piece of shit, fancy hammock. Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about.
So, back to a hammock in my backyard. Well, I tried to find what the reality of it would be, but really, there aren't any derogatory hammock images. You're fucking kidding me. There's also no pictures with fat people in hammocks. I shit you not. So, I'm starting to think these pipe dreams of having a hammock in my backyard for beautiful days like this are doomed. DOOMED! Because, let's be honest here, shall we. THIS is what I will look like if I were to ever meet a hammock face-to-face:
This week has been for the birds. I am so glad it's over! If the weather the rest of this weekend is anything like today, then FUCK YEAH! It's going to rock my socks the fuck off. Seriously, this weather, ya'll. It's amazing. If I had a hammock, my fat ass would be out there swinging and reading and, let's face it, sleeping in my overgrown backyard. Who cares what your lawn looks like when you have a hammock. It's like having a pool. No, not really. It's like having a hammock. This is how I imagine life with a hammock:
Amiright? I can hear the fairy music playing in the background. Luscious, green lawn, beautiful foliage and ambiance and just enough shade to make you doze off. Fuck yeah, hammocks! But, this is probably closer to what it would look like in my out of control backyard:
Actually, I'm not even sure what the fuck that is. It looks like something the Careers would have from the Hunger Games book. Right? Those smug ass punk kids from the Capital, flaunting their prowess by hanging a goddamn hammock up in the forest, sleeping out in the open, having cover from the sun to take a damn nap in the middle of the day. Acting like nothing in Panem will get the best of them! Fuck that. Katniss would knock that shit down with a single arrow somehow and they would accidentally strangle themselves in that piece of shit, fancy hammock. Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about.
So, back to a hammock in my backyard. Well, I tried to find what the reality of it would be, but really, there aren't any derogatory hammock images. You're fucking kidding me. There's also no pictures with fat people in hammocks. I shit you not. So, I'm starting to think these pipe dreams of having a hammock in my backyard for beautiful days like this are doomed. DOOMED! Because, let's be honest here, shall we. THIS is what I will look like if I were to ever meet a hammock face-to-face:
For reals. I'll post pics if it ever happens. Until then, enjoy more hammock themed pics. I fucking love the internet....
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| Banana Hammock, because your bananas need to relax, too! |
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| Hairless cat hammock, because they really are that special. |
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| Double occupancy hammock, because gang signs look cool in a goddamn hammock, yo! |
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| Shut the fuck up and smile already. This is FUCKING CUTE!!! |
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Fucking karma? Or just my luck?
So I put this heartfelt post about not liking being alone out into the world, and what does the world do? Dicks me over. Well, fuck you, universe! The man of my life is lying in the hospital tonight while I sit at home posting on this goddamn blog. He is being treated for pancreatitis and will be in the hospital for 2-3 days for treatment.
After 5 hospital stays last year, including a kidney transplant and rejection treatment for the new kidney a week after the transplant, I should be used to this. But I'm not. I HATE IT! I fucking hate having these scarey ass feelings of losing him during the night while I sleep alone in our bed and he sleeps alone in that cold hospital room. If we didn't have pets or if I didn't feel bad asking friends for help, I would just live at the hospital. But, I had to come home tonight to get him more clothes, get some medicine info, get my meds, take care of our puppies and kitties, all of whom were crying their little furry eyes out when I pulled into the garage tonight.
To top things off. I am terrified......TERRIFIED of driving. I'm ok as the passenger in a car, but not as the driver. I pretty much almost hyperventilate when I have to drive. But, if my man can survive a kidney transplant and a bazillion other surgeries and hospital stays, I can put my big girl panties on and get my fat ass behind the wheel and drive where ever I need to get to, right? Right! Gah.
So, universe, you can suck it.
After 5 hospital stays last year, including a kidney transplant and rejection treatment for the new kidney a week after the transplant, I should be used to this. But I'm not. I HATE IT! I fucking hate having these scarey ass feelings of losing him during the night while I sleep alone in our bed and he sleeps alone in that cold hospital room. If we didn't have pets or if I didn't feel bad asking friends for help, I would just live at the hospital. But, I had to come home tonight to get him more clothes, get some medicine info, get my meds, take care of our puppies and kitties, all of whom were crying their little furry eyes out when I pulled into the garage tonight.
To top things off. I am terrified......TERRIFIED of driving. I'm ok as the passenger in a car, but not as the driver. I pretty much almost hyperventilate when I have to drive. But, if my man can survive a kidney transplant and a bazillion other surgeries and hospital stays, I can put my big girl panties on and get my fat ass behind the wheel and drive where ever I need to get to, right? Right! Gah.
So, universe, you can suck it.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Alone Time
So, the man in my life is in graduate school. Essentially this means he has a lot of papers to research and write and so that, in turn, means lots of time for some crazy chick like me to be alone. Fuck that shit. I hate being alone. And I hate seeing people alone. Like when I see people eating lunch alone it makes me want to cry and punch myself for not being social and joining them so they won't be alone.
I get that there are some people who enjoy alone time. And maybe that older guy on campus doesn't mind eating his sad, little PB & J by himself. But, it's not about him. It's about me. Duh. It's how it makes me feel. You know, on the inside. My little patchwork heart gets a sad smiley and then it moves to my head and that's when the bad stuff starts. I pretty much start formulating in my head all of the scenarios (usually bad) that would lead to me being alone (read: without my fella). Or, even worse, all of the bad scenarios that would leave the fella alone. Fuck, that breaks my heart just typing it!
Anyway...if you can't tell, I've got some separation anxiety and abandonment issues crawling around in my head. I know this. I've known this for years. I blame my biological mother, the bitch. Three custody hearings, and she never showed for even one of them. And that was just the beginning of her years of abuse and abandonment for me and my older sister. Thank what ever is out there that my dad is an amazing person. And that the courts sided with him, in this case, during a time when that RARELY ever happened.
Needless to say, I have no idea how to make it better for me. I've spent most of my life trying to figure out how to be ok with my lot in life, how to accept these insecurities, or how to push them away. Nothing works. The bad thoughts still come into my pretty little head. But, the sweet guy in my life posted this on Tumblr for yours truly and I sorta think this chick has some words of wisdom for me. And maybe for you, too.
Go. Watch it. I'll be here when you get back.
I get that there are some people who enjoy alone time. And maybe that older guy on campus doesn't mind eating his sad, little PB & J by himself. But, it's not about him. It's about me. Duh. It's how it makes me feel. You know, on the inside. My little patchwork heart gets a sad smiley and then it moves to my head and that's when the bad stuff starts. I pretty much start formulating in my head all of the scenarios (usually bad) that would lead to me being alone (read: without my fella). Or, even worse, all of the bad scenarios that would leave the fella alone. Fuck, that breaks my heart just typing it!
Anyway...if you can't tell, I've got some separation anxiety and abandonment issues crawling around in my head. I know this. I've known this for years. I blame my biological mother, the bitch. Three custody hearings, and she never showed for even one of them. And that was just the beginning of her years of abuse and abandonment for me and my older sister. Thank what ever is out there that my dad is an amazing person. And that the courts sided with him, in this case, during a time when that RARELY ever happened.
Needless to say, I have no idea how to make it better for me. I've spent most of my life trying to figure out how to be ok with my lot in life, how to accept these insecurities, or how to push them away. Nothing works. The bad thoughts still come into my pretty little head. But, the sweet guy in my life posted this on Tumblr for yours truly and I sorta think this chick has some words of wisdom for me. And maybe for you, too.
Go. Watch it. I'll be here when you get back.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Best. Day. Ever.
Cooler temps again. Rain. Lots of rain. Like 4 or 5 hours of steady rain. Some sweet wine and some good conversations. Fuck yeah, best day ever.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Fuck yeah...FALL!!!
I live in Texas. Between June and yesterday, there have now been 70 days total of 3 digit temps this summer. That means 100 degrees or higher. 50+ of those days were consecutive. So, it's been fucking hot as hell this summer.
Until today.
Fuck yeah! Today has been the quintessential fall day, cool weather, a little overcast, light wind, a crispness in the air. It's been AMAZING!! I love this weather, I love this time of year like no other. It means Halloween is right around the corner and who the hell doesn't love Halloween! It also means football, coats, scarves, pants, no shaving, cute shoes, and hot drinks. I have my priorities, people!
Speaking of football, I am female and I love college and pro football. For some reason, most guys take issue with this. I haven't figured out why yet. Maybe it's because I'm stepping on their manhood - and although some guys actually like that sorta kink, most do not! Maybe they think there's no way I could possibly understand the complexities of football with my puny, female brain. Well, fuck that shit. I be all about football, bitches. Plus, guys bending over in really tight pants, all sweaty and sexy? I'm ALL over that. Duh!
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Work sucks.
Leave it to me to state the obvious, right. Well, I'll start off by saying that in today's economy, I am very lucky to have a good paying job with good insurance and blah blah blah. Right, I get that. Some people don't have jobs and when they did they had to walk up hill both ways through snow to get to it! So, I'm blessed.
Doesn't mean I have to love it, amiright?
Because right now, I sorta don't. I've been here for over a decade and haven't always been happy with decisions that were made, but I tolerated them and believed they were made in the best interest of the office, yada yada. Well, that's pretty much gone out the window with the new leadership we have. The morale in the office is for shit and no one seems to really care. So unfortunate. I was hoping to retire here. Cuz I'm old. And grumpy. And so ready to retire.
All that being said, there is one thing I do love about my job. My co-workers who I also fondly call friends, and sometimes Stupid. Oh who I am kidding...that last one's pretty much all of the time. There's a little group of us that hang out and bitch and moan about work :) It's great! And refreshing! And much needed, sadly. Just had the best conversation with one of them.
Co-worker: I read online you can get carpal tunnel in your knees!
Me: Duh! Carpal tunnel doesn't translate to "wrist only owwies". But, really, who types with their knees anymore!
Co-worker: Well, at home...
Me: ...what you do at home is your own business, lady!
Here I go, being blessed again. I need a tissue! And maybe a margarita. That should get me through to retirement.
Doesn't mean I have to love it, amiright?
Because right now, I sorta don't. I've been here for over a decade and haven't always been happy with decisions that were made, but I tolerated them and believed they were made in the best interest of the office, yada yada. Well, that's pretty much gone out the window with the new leadership we have. The morale in the office is for shit and no one seems to really care. So unfortunate. I was hoping to retire here. Cuz I'm old. And grumpy. And so ready to retire.
All that being said, there is one thing I do love about my job. My co-workers who I also fondly call friends, and sometimes Stupid. Oh who I am kidding...that last one's pretty much all of the time. There's a little group of us that hang out and bitch and moan about work :) It's great! And refreshing! And much needed, sadly. Just had the best conversation with one of them.
Co-worker: I read online you can get carpal tunnel in your knees!
Me: Duh! Carpal tunnel doesn't translate to "wrist only owwies". But, really, who types with their knees anymore!
Co-worker: Well, at home...
Me: ...what you do at home is your own business, lady!
Here I go, being blessed again. I need a tissue! And maybe a margarita. That should get me through to retirement.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Yeah, it's another post.
What of it?
I've been looking through different "designs" on here and finally settled on this nice pink one. It's called "watermelon" or some shit. But it's pink striped, not green stripped. And I know watermelons are pink on the inside, but they aren't striped!! So, wtf? Anyway, I choose it especially for you, reader. Which, in reality is just me. Well, and my awfully sweet husband who has to be one of the most supportive people in the whole damn world. But, I'm banking on having some people eventually read this crap, so I wanted to make it annoying as fuck so I'd stand out more.
Actually, I'm just too lazy to come up with my own design because that takes planning and focus and we've already discussed these areas, so pink background it is!
Maybe someday I'll have something more...appropriate.
Since this blog is going to be about random things, what would I even do as a theme design? I'm pretty sure I'll be bitching about work, talking about hot, random guys I see in the world, discussing books because I'm a smart bitch, getting giddy over movies (Twilight & Hunger Games, you've been warned!), getting jiggy with it, and the such. Also, I take pictures. And not well. Another warning, cuz I be postin' that shit up in here.
So, yeah. What the hell was I talking about?
I've been looking through different "designs" on here and finally settled on this nice pink one. It's called "watermelon" or some shit. But it's pink striped, not green stripped. And I know watermelons are pink on the inside, but they aren't striped!! So, wtf? Anyway, I choose it especially for you, reader. Which, in reality is just me. Well, and my awfully sweet husband who has to be one of the most supportive people in the whole damn world. But, I'm banking on having some people eventually read this crap, so I wanted to make it annoying as fuck so I'd stand out more.
Actually, I'm just too lazy to come up with my own design because that takes planning and focus and we've already discussed these areas, so pink background it is!
Maybe someday I'll have something more...appropriate.
Since this blog is going to be about random things, what would I even do as a theme design? I'm pretty sure I'll be bitching about work, talking about hot, random guys I see in the world, discussing books because I'm a smart bitch, getting giddy over movies (Twilight & Hunger Games, you've been warned!), getting jiggy with it, and the such. Also, I take pictures. And not well. Another warning, cuz I be postin' that shit up in here.
So, yeah. What the hell was I talking about?
Fuck yeah
So, another day, another blog. As if the internet isn't drowning under all the useless words we shove down it's throat, I figured, what the hell, have more! I'm pretty much coming in to this without a plan, with very little focus, and with only mild enthusiasm. If some of that changes along the way, it's all win-win, right? Fuck yeah, it is.
Guess I'm going to close this pretty crappy first post up and get it pushed out into the digital world. Because, what we all need now is another smartass bitch spewing shit on a blog.
You're welcome.
Guess I'm going to close this pretty crappy first post up and get it pushed out into the digital world. Because, what we all need now is another smartass bitch spewing shit on a blog.
You're welcome.
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