Photoshop is Not My Friend

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A good friend of mine wrote this amazing post about Living in a Magazine. In it, she challenged folks to post an absolutely, untouched, photo of something in your life.

Now I’m not too proud to admit that I’m a bit of a slob and I’ve take quite a few pictures around my house which offers evidence of my slobbishness, even if I can’t seem to find them in my damn Flickr account (though, let’s be honest, my hubby is really the slob here, not I!) Come to think of it, I’ve also post pictures of myself looking less than fantastic, but I think she makes some very valid points.

On that note, I’ll post a picture I was quite proud of just a week or so ago. Though it’s a honest self-portrait taken immediately after I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I’m just tickled pink that my face is finally thinning out! And feel free to notice the untouched mess in the background. I’m nothing if not honest – LOL

Just Call Me Ms. Little Old Fuddy Duddy

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Well, it’s Grammy weekend here in sunny (okay, in hazy) Los Angeles and I have decided that I’m just getting old *sigh* For the past couple of days, we’ve been living the high life. Well, not the really high life, but you know, an LA sort of high life.

Thursday we get to attend the Blacked Eyed Peas’ PeaPod even at the Avalon. Their last fundraiser at the Avalon was awesome. I was so starstruck be everyone we got to see. I was *this* close to Scarlett Johanson and Molly Simms. I saw Paris and Nicki and some Backstreet Boys. I saw Naveen Andrews from Lost. It was a non-stop party. This year, not so much. The only celebs we saw were the performers backstage (Herbie Hancock, the BEPs, Slash, Macy Gray, and probably more still that I just didn’t recognize). Outside of the BEP’s performances and the free alcohol (I had one drink) it really wasn’t all that exciting and it was damn long night.

Friday we had a music website launch party to go to. For me, someone new to this whole industry sort of thing I was pretty darn excited. More excited still because it was going to be held at the Viper Room. I mean, come on, the legendary Viper Room, just imagine how kickass this thing was going to be. Only it wasn’t.

Sadly, it was, well, the Viper Room. It was dark. It was crowded. The music was loud. So yeah, it felt just like the Viper Room on every other time I’d been there. Let’s remember, this was a launch party. I was looking for celebrities. Hell, I was looking for food. Neither were to be had. Granted, it was an open bar, but eh, I’m just too old to care about unlimited alcohol, especially when I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. What a let down.

Saturday we celebrated a good friend’s birthday at her favorite restaurant, Lawry’s in Beverly Hills. Prime rib, hell, legendary prime rib – yum! Eh, it was okay. It was a bit too cool for my tastes and it was smothered in au jus, mashed potatoes and creamed corn. I’ve had better experiences in less crowded restaurants where I wasn’t rushed to eat my (pricey) meal. But the important part, the company was great!

After our rushed dinner we headed back to our friend’s house and sat out on the (heated) deck to enjoy a couple of drinks (I mentioned this is Los Angeles, right?) while we decide where to head out next. As phase two of the Grammy weekend experience, we head out over to the Bel Age hotel bar (where we ended last night after dinner as well) to be regaled with stories from the White House and international trips by the birthday girl and her co-worker.

From there she gets called to attend the Roots’ private party at the Key Club. By now it’s midnight or so and I’m exhausted. The poor pupster hasn’t yet eaten dinner and it’s been 8 or 9 hours since he was last let out. But our names were put on the list, so we head on over. We go through the “celebrity entrance,” pick up our snazzy, VIP wrist bands and head on up to the lounge. Man, it is insanely crowded and every where you stand you’re in someone’s way. This is SO not my scene. So again I’m thinking, private, crowded, It-people filled party, with free alcohol. And again I’m thinking, free alcohol does not always a good time make. Once more this weekend, I’m thinking “damn, I’m too old to care about shit like this any more.”

We leave shortly after, dragging the birthday girl with us. I felt bad to cut her night out short, but again, I was just thinking about the poor little pupster, and the fact that I wasn’t having fun. On the home she asks us if we want to go to the William Morris, post-Grammy party tonight. She tells us it will be a fun time. And while I’m tempted (I love to at least see the celebs) to at least stop by tonight, I really have no desire to get all dolled up and head out for yet another late night just for some free drinks. Do you see a pattern here?

The only thing I’m dying to get out of this Grammy weekend is to see the Police perform tonight and to get those Police tour dates tomorrow! Otherwise, I’m really just feeling too old to even care about all this crap. So yeah, feel free to call me Ms. Little Old Fuddy Duddy.

Color Me Embarrassed

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I finally got around to picking up and vacuuming the house. Keep in mind, we’re in a smallish two bedroom apartment, so there’s not really all that much to clean up. Sadly, I just hate housecleaning so I tend to always keep it way, way down the bottom of the to-do list.

I figured that since I could see the piles of cat hair that it’s been to long. So I call the dog into the bedroom and close the door. I pull out the Dyson (all hail the mighty Dyson!) and off I go. I was done with all 4 rooms and the bathroom in about 10 or so minutes. But man, I managed to damn near FILL the entire canister with dirt and debris!

How sad is that? What sort of stay at home wife am I? Apparently, the type that rarely gets around to cooking and cleaning *sigh*

How embarrassing 😮 Lucky for me my husband doesn’t seem to notice this fault all too much.

Call Me a Wuss – But Damn it Hurt!

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Well, I couldn’t take it. The leg actually turned squishy. It was beyond gross and it hurt like a MoFo. The pain was so bad that I finally went to the ER late last night. We headed over around 2:00AM and we stayed there for a little over an hour. But of course I know that even though I’m in pain, I’m still pretty much fine and would always be the low man on the totem pole. I finally told the hubby that we could go home and I’d just power through it. Thank you Vicodin and Naproxin!

I got up early to see the my doctor even though it looked much better this morning. Much of the swelling had gone down and the pain wasn’t nearly as shooting and stabbing as it was last night. She told me that she didn’t think it was more than topical abrasion and to just ice it on and off every 20 minutes and sent me over to Xray just to be safe.

Wouldn’t you know that once I started the icing it it felt much better? A friend explained that the ice helps to give the pain receptors something else to focus on (and helps with the swelling). So with another Vicodin and another Naproxin, I was finally able to sleep. But even now, at the end of the day I have to say I feel even better.

The body is such an amazing thing.

Holy Mother of God!

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Apparently, soaking in a tub and washing the injury 5 times with soap does NOT clean the wound. Word of advice, if you can see the dirt still, do not, I repeat DO NOT just pour peroxide onto it!

It burns like the 7th ring of hell!!! And I thought I was in pain BEFORE I tried to clean it!!!

How Not to Walk the Dog: A Life Lesson

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So I thought I’d take advantage of this beautiful weather and take Griff out for a walk. I had my poop bags, my red, blinking light on Griff, my This American Life and what I thought was a flashlight (turns out the battery was dead). About a 1/4 of the way into my walk, where I finally get some sidewalks, just crossing over the LA River, I fall…BAM!

I am NOT a graceful klutz by any means and keep in mind, I’m deep in thought listening to the story on TAL (it was a good one, too). Down I go, right onto my knees and shins and up go my arms. I roll over hugging my legs, owing up a storm. Griff, mind you, is just wondering why we stopped.

I’m too much of a wimp to continue on, but I’m a tad bit too focused to at least get in a 30 minute workout, so I head home the longish way, back through the park, in the dark, where I probably shouldn’t be, hurt or not. I’m safely home (after having to retrieve the extra key since I managed to lock myself out as well – go figure!).

I can’t bring myself to wash my leg though. It’s throbbing and burning and well, it just hurts. A lot. I guess I’ll go take a bath and wash it that way instead. But man, this sucks.


Ouchie!

I Think I’m in Love!

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Who knew this WWer would enjoy chomping down on a chocolaty wafer goodness for a mere 100 calories! Hershey’s new 100 calorie wafer bars taste just like KitKats. Instead the KitKat’s 5 points, these babies are only 2 points and taste SO good. I can’t help but wonder what took them so long. And why I can’t seem to find them on the Hershey website?

So between these little goodies and Hershey’s caramel-filled, 60 calorie sticks, and the 100 calorie Hershey Snacksters, you truly can have your chocolate and eat it too! One of the many things that makes Weight Watchers such a great program.

Rolling, Rolling, Rolling…

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Imagine sleeping soundly in bed. The pupster is sleeping up tight agains you. The husband is but an arm’s reach away. Now imagine a large, I don’t know, JOLT that wakes you up from your sound and peaceful sleep. That, was my wake up call today.

Turns out, the hubby rolled right off the bed and onto the floor! Of course this freaked him out a bit – not quite the most soothing way to wake up and he seemed all sorts of frazzled as he climbed back into bed. Having a king sized bed, I was left a bit frazzled and confused myself.

A short while later, when we were both more awake, I asked him what happened. He said that he was straddling the side of the bed and just must have rolled a bit. I asked if it was somehow my fault – though I really meant the pupster’s fault since he was beg-hogging a bit – and he said it wasn’t. But I can’t help but wonder, maybe this is just a reflection on the state of our affairs.

*gasp*

Or maybe my husband just managed to roll out of bed. I could happen. Hell, it did happen.

Who’s on Second?

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Do you remember your first? You know, the first. I was a sophmore in college and my roommate was gone for the weekend – as was much of the entire campus. For some reason, I remember hanging out in the common room and the next thing I know, there’s some guy up there with me. How we ever ended up back in my room drinking, I’ve no idea. But oh well.

I can’t say that the entire experience was even worth remembering, but then again, that’s why I chose to pop with a stranger (feel free to judge away). I figured it wouldn’t be special, so therefore, my follow up experiences would be much better. Strangely, though it was years later, I really don’t recall who my second was.

In my defense I know it was either Military PrickBoy or BigTime PrickBoy. Now before you cast your stone of judgement yet again, know that I had what my young adult self would consider relationships with both of the aforementioned PrickBoys. Sadly, they just both turned out to be major Pricks and kind of just blend together. Ahh, the joy of young love.

But really, almost everyone remembers their first time, but how many actually remember their second?

Still More of What I’ve Learned Today…

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do not try to open a package of string cheese if you’ve just put on hand lotion.  And piggybacking on that thought, don’t try to open anything with a screw top after putting on hand lotion either – though that was a lesson learned that’s sadly been ongoing for me for the past 6 or so months.  What can I say, if I didn’t write these rules down for all to learn from, I just might forget (again).