Showing posts with label Weird Stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weird Stuff. Show all posts

Monday, November 2, 2009

Erm...



I don't even know where to begin..l

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Yes kiddies...



...this is a PINK Mustang complete, I might add, with PINK bucket leather seats. Some things should NEVER EVER be P-I-N-K!!!

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Every 10 years something bigger than the other years in between occurs, and not always a good thing. I listed them in another blog I subscribed to, but I cancelled it awhile ago and I'm too lazy to list them again even thought it's not that many. I mean. I'm not 100.

Aanywaay...2008 was my '10th'. It was a year of self-discovery, apparently. Here's what I found out:

1. I have what is known as a 'chirpy' in an eye, which is like a mole. I was born with it, but is was not seen before now. It's on the very edge or peripheral of my eye so it's very hard to see. I have to get checked once a year to be sure it doesn't turn cancerous, which is rare. After three more years I can't quite with the annual check ups.

2. I have keratoconus [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keratoconus] in both eyes, discovered when I was checked to see if I could have lazik surgery. It's a sloughing of or steepening of the shape of the eye. It's hereditary, but I don't know from whom. Ten years ago there was no test for this and I would have had a lot of problems with my eyes if I would have had this done.

3. I asked my dermatologist a question about a surgery. It wasn't a surgery I wanted for myself, but I was curious what his thoughts were on it. He suddenly asked me to bend my thumb back to my wrist as far as I could. Well. I can just about touch my wrist with my thumb. He told me I was double jointed and any surgery would leave a slight scar. [I have noticed this in past surgeries but thought it was normal.] He said I have a very mild condition where the collagen in my skin and connective tissues is set further apart than normal skin. It's called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ehlers-Danlos_Syndrome] I guess if I had the full blown syndrome I'd be like those people in the circus that can stretch their body like a rubber band.

4. I have adrenal fatigue. Your adrenal gland kicks in whenever your body is under stress; negative stress or positive stress. Guess it came in handy during the hunter/gatherer times. It means I have a diminished 'backup' in these situations. I become super stressed physically and overly tired. If I had adrenal failure, I'd be hospitalized with a nervous breakdown. What causes this is either ongoing stresses with no relief, or one big stressor. You have to nurse your strength back both mentally and physically but making the right decisions and reducing the stress around you. Of course that means the people around you need to to their part to help. Yeah. Right. The symptoms are not apparent to those around you. You appear as if you are behaving normal. I'd like to invite you in my head for a day..

5. My cortisol is flipped. It should be low and night so I can sleep and high in the morning so I am awake and alert. I'm backwards. Between this and the adrenal fatigue, you can feel 100 years old.

6. I have osteopenia, a precursor to osteoporosis. I had no idea 51% of all women get osteoporosis! How come we're not hearing about this so that we can get our young women on a healthy regimen at an early age to prevent this? Is it possible there's money to be made on this in the health care industry? Say it isn't so! Cod liver oil is gross I'm told, but it will prevent bone loss taken throughout the years. Take it with a teaspoon of sugar. Better than risking your skeletal structure.

7. I have random breakouts that are a result of being resistant to food. Which food...I dunno. Do I want to go through all that fool allergy testing nonsense to find out? No.

You know, all my life I've been healthy as a horse. Dang DNA.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

HEH

...is this old? It might be. Think it's cool beans anyway.

Friday, September 12, 2008

To Dream. Perhaps to Laugh.

I had this dream where I was watching, from some ways off, two women in a conversation. I did not recognize either of them, but I think they were working in a hair salon. One turned to the other standing beside her and made a sarcastic comment about her love for country music. The other women giggled and started singing a country song to the other women. It must have been a pretty good sarcastic comment she was got because she didn't stop there. She turned behind her to a set of drawers and started pulling out items that I couldn't see very well from my vantage point. Although I did get a glance of some large sheet music. Suddenly, she ran over to an open area, had a mic in hand, a band behind her, and started performing. It was kinda crazy, and kinda funny. It's at this point I realize my son is sitting behind me, on some large cushion or something, watching the events unfold, and laughing with me.

Not to be out done, the other women runs over to the open space next to the women who is still performing, and has a huge band with her. What they are doing is a parody of the lady performing. The band is pulling out huge pieces of sheet music entitled "Music 101" in an attempt to mock the other women's band that is still playing. Then they act out playing their instruments in an exaggerated way, comically pantomiming playing their instruments, while crawling around all over each other. The whole time this is going on, my son and I are laughing so hard we can hardly stand it. Tears are rolling down my eyes, and my stomach is hurting. The parody goes on for some time, and we never stop laughing.

Until that durn alarm clock goes off.

You know. I have dreams where I am scared, depressed, confused, lost, tired, etc. I can never, ever remember having a dream where I am laughing for a long while until I'm utterly worthless. Heh.

I will say, some of my fondest memories growing up alongside my son, were the ones where we enjoyed a good laugh. So I've decided to give my stamp of approval on this dream, and hope to meet him there again soon - once my stomach isn't so sore.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

It's a gas gas gas

I'm on my way home from work today and Steve calls. Seems when he got home he smelled gas and found one of the knobs from our gas stove turned fully on. Okay. I rarely cook. And lately -- I don't cook food at all. I've been juicing and eating in the raw. Well. Eating raw foods. Heh.

Aannywaay... Our stove knobs have to be pushed in before you can turn them on. I couldn't have bumped into the stove and accidently turned the gas on because a) I wasn't near the stove this morning, and b) I'd have to be doing the crazy dance to push in the knob and then turn it to the left -- all the way on. Don't remember doing that... Steve swears he didn't touch the stove.

The person I talked to at the gas company thought if the gas was on all our cats would be sick. Hm...

Hey! The cats!

Monday, July 14, 2008

First Entry

Okay. Dispite my best efforts I am now subscribed to yet anthoer blog. I think I can feel my skin stretching................ack!