3.31.2007

Is this Hell?

Why yes, yes I think it is. So last Saturday I switched from one SSRI to another. My doctor warned me that I would feel pretty crappy. "Like how?" I asked. Like really PMS she said. WRONG. Unless really bad PMS includes constant crying (not little delicate tears, but big giant, messy, snotty sobs), nausea, intestinal distress, dizzyness, paranoia and night sweats.

In addition to all that fun, work has been hell. This week I cranked out a bid for our Houston office and four floors for a hospital. Being the end of the month and the end of the quarter, everyone wanted their stuff RIGHT NOW. Hold your horses! It's just office furniture, not life and death! Plus there's a bunch of other stuff about my job that gets on my nerves but that I don't want to post about (and that's not just the paranoia talking).

Needless to say, there has been no crafting going on here.

Update: I decided to take one of the old pills and after about 20 minutes felt so much better. So that's what I'm gonna do until I can talk to my doctor. In fact, she might have even told me to do that, but I swear if I don't write it down I don't remember it. Getting old, I guess.

3.27.2007

Bess Bistro

Sandra Bullock has a new restaurant in Austin. It's called Bess Bistro and I really want to try it out. The menu looks good but vegetarian options are lacking. Not a problem for me, but I have a couple of veg friends who would have to just have salad and bean soup.

3.26.2007

Purge

In AutoCAD, there is a purge command. Purge is one of my favorite commands. The function of purge is to rid the drawing of any layers, blocks, and text style that are not needed, therefore freeing up space. CAD drawings are huge files. The size of the drive that my office keeps the drawings on....6.5 gigabytes. Now if you are like me and not really knowing what that means just think of this....my iPod holds 30 gigabytes. Something ain't right here, ya know? Anyway, I digress....

My point of all this is that wouldn't it be nice if there were a purge function for your brain? Just think of the stuff you could get rid of: your childhood best friend's phone number, the birth dates of old crushes, the fact that every time you hear a certain INXS song you are taken back to a random and not at all important memory. I need this function because I can't remember things like my former address from less than 2 years ago, frequently my own home phone number, what I ate for dinner last night.

In the Harry Potter books there is a pensive. It's a bowl where you can place memories to make space in your brain and if you need the memory again, there it is. That also would be a good thing to have. Then I could save the important stuff and purge the junk.

3.25.2007

Ramblings about blisters and such

Yesterday, I took Lulu for a walk along our usual route. My shoes are kind of new, but not that new, so maybe it was my socks that gave me a small blister on my heel. After that, I went to the gym. The blister didn't hurt that much and since I do the elliptical, I figured I be okay. Wrong. It didn't start hurting until tonight but oh my god, the pain. My family thinks I'm a big baby, and usually I am, but seriously, this hurts. Think that stinging pain you get from a tattoo before the endorphins kick in.

Hmmmm, okay that's not a good analogy for those of you lacking ink. Oh! Digression: another thing to add to my If I had $1,000,000 list--more ink.

Think the stinging of a bad sun burn.

Speaking of sun burns....or rather the damage they cause 25 years later (how am I old enough to have had something happen to me over 25 years ago? but I digress)...

When I was at the doctor (my GP) last week, just for a check up before she takes off for 4 months, she made a not happy face at a dark freckle I have on the side of my hairline. It's been there for several years and I even had a dermatologist look at it last year. That doctor didn't seem worried. But if my regular doctor is, well it makes me worry just a wee wincey bit. (yes, dad, I'm making up words again). Plus, part of it does look darker.

Nearly six years ago my GP cut a spot out of my arm that turned out to be pre-cancerous. She was worried about it enough to send me to a dermatologist, who cut out even more and left me with a nasty scar. I almost wish I was blogging back then because I would have had the best grossest picture to show ya'll. My entire upper left bicep bruised up and looked like a raw steak. I got woozy the first time I had to change the dressing. It was awesome.

So I guess I need to go back to the derm and have it looked at. If anything requiring cutting, or stitches or anything else gross happens I'll be sure to let you know.

Doxie art



So I finally broke down and bought the little doxie art that I've been wanting forever. It will look nice framed out and hung next to Lulu's portrait and another piece of dog art that my sister gave me for my birthday. She found this interesting piece at the Austin City Limits festival. It's by an artist named Rokoko. I really liked it but balked at the price. However, by the end of the day I had decided I wanted it anyway but when I went back to buy it, the piece had been sold. Little did I know that Kristin had bought it and been carrying it around in her bag all day! Isn't she just the best sister ever?

3.24.2007

Work it Out



It's a beautiful Saturday morning and after sleeping for nearly 12 hours, I'm starting to feel human again. Now if only I could get dressed and take Lulu for a walk and then hit the gym.

3.23.2007

Seriously

Last night my dvr decided to rebel and not record Gray's Anatomy, despite saying it would. You can imagine how mad I was when I discovered this at 8:40 last night. If my computer had proper sound then I would just watch it online tonight for free. But it doesn't, so I won't.

3.22.2007

Let me hear you scream


potato face
Originally uploaded by Elizabeth_K.
Doesn't this little potato remind you of Edvard Munch's The Scream? Well I thought so and, dork that I am, took a photo to share with the class.

3.20.2007

If I had a million dollars

.....well I'd buy you a fur coat
(but not a real fur coat, that's cruel)


So I have this song from the Barenaked Ladies stuck in my head. Don't ask me why, but I'm hoping that blogging about it will make it go away!

So if I had a million dollars (multiple millions would really be better), here's how I'd spend it--not in any particular order except for #1:

1. Quit my job ASAP
2. Pay off my mortgage
3. Buy a new car
4. Renovate my condo...finally bathroom counters that aren't sized for a child
5. Pay off my parents' mortgage
6. Buy my sister a house
7. Travel the world (mostly Europe)
8. Go to Barnes & Noble and buy every single thing I want

There is, of course, much more but I've got to get back to work!

I Smell Dead People

As often happens in the spring, I am plagued by tension headaches. Or so I thought. Turns out they are actually migraines. Most of the time they are just a nuisance, but lately they have me smelling things.

So this morning, as I try to shake off the sleep and pad into the kitchen for water, I smell something. Something dead. I look around for another possum present, but don't see anything. Lulu pleads the 5th. There's nothing to be found, so I guess it's going to be another fun headache day. Just shoot me now!

3.18.2007

Charmed, I'm sure

Duff Goldman is my new imaginary boyfriend. If you haven't heard of him, his tv show, Ace of Cakes, or his bakery, Charm City Cakes, in Baltimore, Maryland....well just back off. The cake and the man are all mine.

3.14.2007

Public Service Announcement

The next time you are in a bad, mad, sad, blue, funk or otherwise unwanted mood and need some cheering up, simply visit icanhascheezburger.com and you will be smiling and lauging your fool head off in a few short moments. Seriously, that web site has cracked me up so much in the past few days. I know it's dumb but I don't care!




If you can't laugh at this picture you have the heart of the Grinch.

Mouse shoes

Do I need these shoes? Oh yes, I think I do. On sale now for just $148 at Bergdorf Goodman


3.13.2007

Thank God for rubber gloves!

possum feet



Lulu brought a present in from the rain. At first, I thought she'd been sick and left a disgusting gray pile of shit on the living room floor for me. But no, it's a baby possum. Thank god I have issues with touching raw poultry and have a stash of rubber gloves. Paper towels would not be enough to pick this thing up. And like any good blogger, of course I had to take pictures to share with my faithful readers (and random googlers).

rip baby possum



Now I must borrow the humane trap again because where there is one baby possum, there are surely 10 others.

The strangest things

The strangest things can be found on the internet, don't you agree? For instance, today I found this medical article about a woman with a 3rd nipple. That might not be so strange, after all Chandler had one and so did Mark Wahlberg (Marky Mark). But at least theirs were on their torso! This particular woman had the nipple on her foot. HER FOOT. Her FOOT. Her foot people! Do you think it felt strange to walk on? There are so many very inappropriate questions that I would love to ask her.

If you'd like to read the article, click here. Below is a photo of her foot and you can see a close up of the nipple here.








Even stranger, while googling for a link about Chandler and his third nipple, I found this blog post about someone who had his third nipple pierced.
And here's a photo of a chick with a pierced third nipple! Well at least it won't be bothersome to breast feeding.

3.12.2007

Good deed

Courtesy of my friend Lyndsey, who is on like day 800 of bed rest and thus coming to the end of the internets, is a link to a site that donates feminine hygiene products to women's shelters across the country. Here is what Tampontification is all about:

Women’s shelters in the U.S. go through thousands of tampons and pads monthly, and, while agencies generally assist with everyday necessities such as toilet paper, diapers, and clothing, this most basic need is often overlooked. You and I may take our monthly trips down the feminine care aisle for granted, but, for women in shelters, a box of tampons is five dollars they can’t spare. Here’s some good news: you can help us contribute to rectifying this situation by making a virtual donation below!
For each virtual donation, Seventh Generation will send a pack of organic cotton tampons or chlorine-free pads to a shelter in your state.


It's easy peasy to donate and you don't have to enter in any personal information. So do your good deed for the day and click here to donate.

It's rainin' men.....

Don't I wish. But no, it's just the regular kind of rain, which we need since all the yards are getting crispy. But today I was in kind of a funk because frankly, I could use a good smoochin. Between the rain and the cute British chick lit I was reading, I was totally craving that butterfly in the stomach feeling that you always get right before the first kiss. But since no George Clooney showed up on my door step or anything, I had to make do giving Lulu lots of cuddles.

This evening I watched several episodes of a very entertaining show entitled Ladette to Lady. It's a British series that takes rough, trashy girls and tries to teach them the ways of a lady. They go to a proper 1950s finishing school to learn things like: cookery, sewing, and the proper way to walk, talk and interact with men. I think it looks like a lot of fun, but even in my hardest partying days I was a light weight compared to these chicks. Most of them have a difficult time and hearing them curse in the various British accents cracks me up. Don't think I won't be cursing like that under my breath tomorrow.

I love that some of the euphemisms for acting like are slut are: trollop and slapper. Hiiiiiiiiiilarious. Some of my laughter may have actually frightened Lulu. Or it could have just been the thunder. Whatever.

I'm off to the pub for a pint and a packet of crisps, g'night luv!

just kidding, I'm going to bed now, just as soon as I pull Lulu in from barking at the possom in the rain. I was born on the wrong continent.

also, need cold shower now after googling for photos of George Clooney

3.09.2007

South Congress Cafe


carrot cake French toast
Originally uploaded by Elizabeth_K.
Last weekend, my mom came to town and spent the night with me. We had dinner at a great Persian place but I forgot my camera. Darn, I'll just have to go again and eat more delicious hummus to blog about.

On Sunday morning we...wait for it...skipped church (well mom did anyway) and went downtown for brunch. We ate at the South Congress cafe, where our eyes were bigger than our stomachs. Take a look at the menu, can you blame us?! Mom had the migas, which were quite tasty, and I had the eggs Benedict, which were not that great. For dessert (yes, even brunch deserves dessert) we had carrot cake French toast.

Normally, I am not a French toast fan. Too sweet & too soggy. But not this. Oh no, it was just the right amount of moist deliciousness served with a side of cream cheese pecan syrup . Unfortunately, I was too full to really enjoy it. Next time I will only order the French toast!

How I feel


photo courtesy of icanhascheezeburger.com



My socks are too small

I know I have the big feet but how is it possible that out of all my pairs of socks, the one I chose to put on this morning were too small? Now they are in my trashcan. That's right....

IM UP IN MY OFFICE
IN MY NEKKID FEET

To quote my sister:
dork


Let me tell you what...I'm going on day 3 of a migraine here and I'm so drugged up it's not even funny. My mom brought Lulu home today (long uninteresting story) and then we went to lunch in the new Chinatown. Don't even ask me what we talked about because I do not remember. Now I am counting down until 5pm so I can go home and take the really good drug that will knock me into unconsciousness.

OH. Speaking of sisters...I am jealous of mine. Why? She got a new car yesterday. Now I know she bought this one with her own money, but damn, she always gets the good cars. Do you know what my first car was? A 1969 VW Beetle that was the color of Barney. Her first car....my gramma's Oldsmobile 88. While my car may have looked "cooler" at least hers had heat and a/c AND ran.