MySpace "...and the Mayhem plot subsides..." - Tuesday, February 28, 2006, 17:36
I have finally returned from my vacation, and back into this strange reality known as work and responsibilities. Huh. I got home shortly after one in the morning, and I had no inclination to check my email, much less do any kind of blogging. But I am finally somewhat caught up with my work email, and now in the midst of doing my laundry. And yours truly is back online! Ha ha!
After all the fun, alcohol and self-indulgence like eating Hagen Dasz coffee ice cream for breakfast has worn off, I am now tired and sore! In addition to the little nicks and bruises I found initially from all the little accidents from attempting crazy stunts in the terrain park and the woods between two runs, I actually found out that I am in much more pain than I thought. I have way more bruises than thought. And I discovered them when I sat down in the plane, and while walking. Nice!!! Actually, here's a little dirty secret. Maybe more dark than dirty. I actually wanted to break a small bone here or there. I wanted to go all out. You know, you're only young and agile once. Uhm, make that somewhat young and agile. I know I'm not as cool as when I was in my late teens or early twenties, that's for sure!
Ooo. And before I forget about this, I sat next to this really cool couple on my flight from Las Vegas (layover) back to Chicago. Bob and Pam. We had a lot of interesting conversation going on, and the strangest part is that they both were divorced and married each other for six years. Bob brought in two little girls, ages six and eight, and Pam had two almost grown boys, ages sixteen and eighteen. You would think that I have nothing in common with these two individuals, considering how far apart we are in our own respective lives, but we just clicked! Too bad I don't have a girlfriend where we can get together in the future for couples' night out. But oh well. I'm quite sure for them, they never get to go out with four kids under the roof.
You may be asking why I'm not in Petoskey right now. Well, I would much rather fly straight to work from Lake Tahoe at my client's expense, but I had a doctor's appointment. The mission? To find out what ails me so often. I thought it would only take an hour, but I actually spent all morning into noon time at this special doctor's office. No, not *that* kind of special. More like allergy and sinus stuff, because I have this chronic sinus infection. The good news is that surgery is going to be a last option. Yay!!! The bad news is that now we have to find out what's wrong. And the preliminary test they did today was to find out what I'm allergic to. Well, holy crap! I was surprised at the findings. You know how they do the preliminary tests, where they prick you with all sorts known allergens on your skin? I didn't think I would be allergic to any, but it turns out that I'm somewhat allergic to a specific type of mold, and violently allergic to cats and dust! What, what, what?!?
It is now revelation for me. Just like when you learn stuff about your ex-boyfriend now that totally explained his suspicious behaviors when you were together. It makes sense why my belly would get super itchy whenever I'm with a kitty. And the bump on my skin wasn't small either. You know, during these tests, they use two controls; a positive, which is basically histamine, and a negative, which is just saline water. It was obvious that I had a bump from the positive control, but the cat and dust pricks actually had bumps more than twice the positive controls! And I'm told that I can't scratch myself for fifteen minutes. And my left arm where they had the cat and dust pricks were itching to high heaven before three minutes have even elapsed!
This is bad news for me, that's for certain. I mean, it's great that I'm not allergic to dogs, my all time favorite, but I also like cats! I love Kitty, Sabine's little cat, and Electric Mayhem Psycho Kitty, Liz's cat. Darn! Well, I guess I ought to stop plotting my 7,926 step plan in kidnapping Mayhem. Boo... Oh well, it's good to know that now than later, huh? And now I can get back on my Zyrtec! Try being told not to take that for three days before your doctor's appointment. Don't you just love the feeling of a clogged up head?
Anyway, so that is what's going on with my life right now. And an early flight in the morning. I'm so tired, that I may have to become a party pooper and not go to the Fat Tuesday party. I don't know... We'll have to see when time rolls on by. Now I just hope I get the time to catch up on everybody else's blogs and their bulletins. That's quite a lot of reading. But I'm so ready to merge back into society! Ha ha ha.
After all the fun, alcohol and self-indulgence like eating Hagen Dasz coffee ice cream for breakfast has worn off, I am now tired and sore! In addition to the little nicks and bruises I found initially from all the little accidents from attempting crazy stunts in the terrain park and the woods between two runs, I actually found out that I am in much more pain than I thought. I have way more bruises than thought. And I discovered them when I sat down in the plane, and while walking. Nice!!! Actually, here's a little dirty secret. Maybe more dark than dirty. I actually wanted to break a small bone here or there. I wanted to go all out. You know, you're only young and agile once. Uhm, make that somewhat young and agile. I know I'm not as cool as when I was in my late teens or early twenties, that's for sure!
Ooo. And before I forget about this, I sat next to this really cool couple on my flight from Las Vegas (layover) back to Chicago. Bob and Pam. We had a lot of interesting conversation going on, and the strangest part is that they both were divorced and married each other for six years. Bob brought in two little girls, ages six and eight, and Pam had two almost grown boys, ages sixteen and eighteen. You would think that I have nothing in common with these two individuals, considering how far apart we are in our own respective lives, but we just clicked! Too bad I don't have a girlfriend where we can get together in the future for couples' night out. But oh well. I'm quite sure for them, they never get to go out with four kids under the roof.
You may be asking why I'm not in Petoskey right now. Well, I would much rather fly straight to work from Lake Tahoe at my client's expense, but I had a doctor's appointment. The mission? To find out what ails me so often. I thought it would only take an hour, but I actually spent all morning into noon time at this special doctor's office. No, not *that* kind of special. More like allergy and sinus stuff, because I have this chronic sinus infection. The good news is that surgery is going to be a last option. Yay!!! The bad news is that now we have to find out what's wrong. And the preliminary test they did today was to find out what I'm allergic to. Well, holy crap! I was surprised at the findings. You know how they do the preliminary tests, where they prick you with all sorts known allergens on your skin? I didn't think I would be allergic to any, but it turns out that I'm somewhat allergic to a specific type of mold, and violently allergic to cats and dust! What, what, what?!?
It is now revelation for me. Just like when you learn stuff about your ex-boyfriend now that totally explained his suspicious behaviors when you were together. It makes sense why my belly would get super itchy whenever I'm with a kitty. And the bump on my skin wasn't small either. You know, during these tests, they use two controls; a positive, which is basically histamine, and a negative, which is just saline water. It was obvious that I had a bump from the positive control, but the cat and dust pricks actually had bumps more than twice the positive controls! And I'm told that I can't scratch myself for fifteen minutes. And my left arm where they had the cat and dust pricks were itching to high heaven before three minutes have even elapsed!
This is bad news for me, that's for certain. I mean, it's great that I'm not allergic to dogs, my all time favorite, but I also like cats! I love Kitty, Sabine's little cat, and Electric Mayhem Psycho Kitty, Liz's cat. Darn! Well, I guess I ought to stop plotting my 7,926 step plan in kidnapping Mayhem. Boo... Oh well, it's good to know that now than later, huh? And now I can get back on my Zyrtec! Try being told not to take that for three days before your doctor's appointment. Don't you just love the feeling of a clogged up head?
Anyway, so that is what's going on with my life right now. And an early flight in the morning. I'm so tired, that I may have to become a party pooper and not go to the Fat Tuesday party. I don't know... We'll have to see when time rolls on by. Now I just hope I get the time to catch up on everybody else's blogs and their bulletins. That's quite a lot of reading. But I'm so ready to merge back into society! Ha ha ha.
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