I'm supposed to be writing a 3 page paper right now... which is why I'm not doing it. I don't like to be told what to do. Heh. Okay, that's not the reason I'm not writing it--I just have a really hard time coming up with 3 pages worth of words (unless the second and third pages can basically restate whatever the first page has...).
Also, I'm pretty discouraged right now because I had a three page paper that I wrote for a different class (which took me a few days, and hours of hard work) that, right before I could put the finishing touches on it and submit it... it disappeared. I left my tablet to do something else for a few minutes, during which time, Anton picked it up and played a couple games on it. When I came back to it, my paper was completely blank. I freaked out at Anton. He swore he didn't even touch it, and I believe him--I mean, I believe that he had no intention of messing with my paper, but I know from experience that I can leave a document open on my tablet and it will stay open, unchanged, for days--or however long I leave it up, until I force it to close, or turn off the tablet, and in both of those scenarios, it saves itself as "Untitled." So I still freaked out at him. And then apologized. And now I'm just really depressed because that was a huge assignment. It is unbelievably horrifying how often this happens to me.
On top of that, I constantly feel like I'm about to throw up. I haven't actually thrown up, but I have been getting acid reflux, which has never happened to me before. I hate food even more than I used to. Which may or may not be related to another issue with my body. It hurts to empty my bladder, and it hurts to have sex. It doesn't feel anything like when I had a urinary tract infection, the pain is deeper (deeper into my body, like slightly above and to the left--toward my belly button-- of the right side of my pelvic bone) and sharper, but I guess it could just be back with different symptoms...? Whatever it is, it's lame. Any knowledge on the subject would be appreciated, though.
There is one thing that has lifted my spirits, to take a break from all the depressing talk. For the past several months I have been experiencing a dandruff problem. No, that's not what lifts my spirits, just hang on. Not too long ago, I read the instructions on my shampoo bottle just for kicks. It said to rub gently, and not scratch with your nails, so I followed the instructions.
Well, last night after my shower, I looked in the mirror and was absolutely horrified by what I saw--the worst dandruff I have ever seen in my life! I made Anton help me try and figure something out because it was so bad, I was going to stay hidden up inside for the rest of my life. We decided to try scrubbing it out, so with a comb, and fingernails, I spent another hour in the shower (and it really hurt my head). This time when I came out... my hair was completely free of dandruff. My guess is, that this whole time (since I read those instructions) I had been gently rubbing instead of scrubbing and so the dead skin cells that needed to come off, stayed there.
The rest of my skin is very dry and itchy, BUT, I am SO relieved, I can't even describe how nice it feels. So, please, feel free to ignore the instructions on your shampoo bottles.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
The Mermaid Dream
C'mon, we'v all had it--that dream where you're a mermaid... or some type of sea creature...?
Well, my cousin, Justin, bought a $1,400 aquarium (this is the dream I had), and he decided he didn't want it anymore, so we were taking it to some water park-type place to get rid of it in an eco-friendly way. It was a water park, so naturally, I was hanging out in the water and then I made a wish to be a mermaid, jokingly, of course.
As I'm just swimming, swimming, playing in the water, I dive down to the bottom and stay there somehow... and then I take in a breath. It was weird, I didn't understand how it happened, and it probably wouldn't happen again. But then I was taking short, shallow breaths, under the water, and I could breathe.
I was sure it wouldn't last long (because it wasn't even supposed to be happening in the first place) and that I had better get back up to the surface where there is real air so I don't die.
But when I got up there, and tried to breathe the real air, I suddenly found that I couldn't breathe. I didn't believe it, I was suffocating, no air coming in, and it was an awful, yucky feeling. So, I went back under the water... where I could breathe... that was when I realized: I'm a mermaid.
Well, the next obvious step was that I, two of my cousins, Kaylynn and Jenica, as well as a sister, Jeri, were undercover as mermaids to spy on the mer-people and see what they were up to. And just as I expected, they were having secret meetings. In the chapel of the church in Kamiah (under water). Unfortunately I never found out what the secret meetings were about because then it was 5:00 A.M and Anton came home from work.
Just had to share that. Even though, we all have dreams and no one really cares what you dream about, Erica... just thought if I write it down I could stop thinking about it (and wondering what those sneaky merpeople were planning).
Well, my cousin, Justin, bought a $1,400 aquarium (this is the dream I had), and he decided he didn't want it anymore, so we were taking it to some water park-type place to get rid of it in an eco-friendly way. It was a water park, so naturally, I was hanging out in the water and then I made a wish to be a mermaid, jokingly, of course.
As I'm just swimming, swimming, playing in the water, I dive down to the bottom and stay there somehow... and then I take in a breath. It was weird, I didn't understand how it happened, and it probably wouldn't happen again. But then I was taking short, shallow breaths, under the water, and I could breathe.
I was sure it wouldn't last long (because it wasn't even supposed to be happening in the first place) and that I had better get back up to the surface where there is real air so I don't die.
But when I got up there, and tried to breathe the real air, I suddenly found that I couldn't breathe. I didn't believe it, I was suffocating, no air coming in, and it was an awful, yucky feeling. So, I went back under the water... where I could breathe... that was when I realized: I'm a mermaid.
Well, the next obvious step was that I, two of my cousins, Kaylynn and Jenica, as well as a sister, Jeri, were undercover as mermaids to spy on the mer-people and see what they were up to. And just as I expected, they were having secret meetings. In the chapel of the church in Kamiah (under water). Unfortunately I never found out what the secret meetings were about because then it was 5:00 A.M and Anton came home from work.
Just had to share that. Even though, we all have dreams and no one really cares what you dream about, Erica... just thought if I write it down I could stop thinking about it (and wondering what those sneaky merpeople were planning).
If I Could Only Cook...
Ho hum. Nothing much going on here... except Anton buying up all the guns and ammo he can find (even though we can't exactly afford that right now). He's preparing for the zombie apocalypse-- which is code for the takeover by a certain, powerful entity (although, he really does believe in a zombie apocalypse).
Anyway, as soon as I can convince Anton to slow down... which may never actually happen... I've decided my next investment will be a keyboard. Of course I prefer a real piano, but since those are more expensive and more difficult to fit in a small space, I will settle for a keyboard. I had an epiphany. I have noticed that the more I practice the piano, the better I get... but I hate having to go to school to practice. Partly because it's freaking cold here, and partly because it's only available at certain times that are not so convenient for me.
I've really taken to the nicer chocolates--the ones I put in Anton's Christmas stocking because it's the only candy he'll eat. I now get them for me, for when I have those cravings. I'm pretty good about saving and eating eating them only when it's absolutely necessary... the problem is that Anton eats them all. I think I'll have to start hiding them... and the problem with that is that when I hide something I usually forget about it. Oh well. Who needs chocolate anyway.
I've been trying to plan meals and prepare for them. So I marinated some chicken in a marinade recipe I found online that's similar to what Mom does. Unfortunately it didn't taste that great. And I wasted like 7 pieces of good-quality chicken. I have also managed to ruin an entire crock-pot full of roast, and veggies.
I'm getting kind of tired of cooking food that sucks. I don't understand, I mean, I follow recipes and stuff... anyway, I bought this frozen thing of Marie Calendar's scalloped potatoes and tried a new way of cooking some chicken on my own--without a recipe since that hasn't been working for me. I made a salad to go with it and gave it to Anton to take to work. I asked him how it tasted when he came home--I make him be honest about my food, ever since I only found out he hated the way I was cooking something for him like two years after we'd been married. So he told me the chicken was gross, but the potatoes were the best he'd ever had. I was a little happy (because he thought I made the potatoes) and a little sad (because I actually didn't make the potatoes). It's pretty sad when the best meals we have are the frozen ones I buy after running out of ideas. :' (
Anyway, as soon as I can convince Anton to slow down... which may never actually happen... I've decided my next investment will be a keyboard. Of course I prefer a real piano, but since those are more expensive and more difficult to fit in a small space, I will settle for a keyboard. I had an epiphany. I have noticed that the more I practice the piano, the better I get... but I hate having to go to school to practice. Partly because it's freaking cold here, and partly because it's only available at certain times that are not so convenient for me.
I've really taken to the nicer chocolates--the ones I put in Anton's Christmas stocking because it's the only candy he'll eat. I now get them for me, for when I have those cravings. I'm pretty good about saving and eating eating them only when it's absolutely necessary... the problem is that Anton eats them all. I think I'll have to start hiding them... and the problem with that is that when I hide something I usually forget about it. Oh well. Who needs chocolate anyway.
I've been trying to plan meals and prepare for them. So I marinated some chicken in a marinade recipe I found online that's similar to what Mom does. Unfortunately it didn't taste that great. And I wasted like 7 pieces of good-quality chicken. I have also managed to ruin an entire crock-pot full of roast, and veggies.
I'm getting kind of tired of cooking food that sucks. I don't understand, I mean, I follow recipes and stuff... anyway, I bought this frozen thing of Marie Calendar's scalloped potatoes and tried a new way of cooking some chicken on my own--without a recipe since that hasn't been working for me. I made a salad to go with it and gave it to Anton to take to work. I asked him how it tasted when he came home--I make him be honest about my food, ever since I only found out he hated the way I was cooking something for him like two years after we'd been married. So he told me the chicken was gross, but the potatoes were the best he'd ever had. I was a little happy (because he thought I made the potatoes) and a little sad (because I actually didn't make the potatoes). It's pretty sad when the best meals we have are the frozen ones I buy after running out of ideas. :' (
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