HELP, HELP, I feel like Angelina

I hate when you go to the Dentist and they give you shots and you can't feel your face. I just got back from getting 2 fillings and I can't even feel my nostrils. When I smile only 1/2 of my face moves....I feel like a stroke patient. My lips feel like they are huge like Angelina's. Which in any other case, I wouldn't bother me to have nice sexy pout, but I couldn't even enjoy it.
I stopped by the drug store and got some soda and I can't even tell that I am drinking it...slurp slurp, as I check my shirt for dribbles. Tastes good, but I can't even tell. It reminds me of the day I had my wisdom teeth out. My mom asked me what I wanted to eat, since I was still numb and couldn't feel any pain. So what does my dumb ass pick? A bagel...I could have chewed off my lip and wouldn't have even know. Next time...I think soup would be a better option.
ACK...I hate the Dentist.

How is it all gonna end

So we were having a semi-discussion in chat yesterday about the world ending and it got me thinking. Thinking about what I really think is gonna happen. Here's my take:
I think that despite the common consensus, we are gonna be around to see it happen. If we don't, then we are likely to have fallen victim to some other type of "natural disaster", so that's why we aren't around to see it.
I am thoroughly convinced that depending on how long we live, we are all going to get some type of cancer. Sometimes, it might kills us, sometimes, it will just kick our asses.
I do believe that with the increasing amount of craziness in the world, something is going to happened to all of us. Like we'll burn up because its gets so darn hot. Or we'll turn into savages that fight over a piece of fruit. Or we'll all drown because the lands flood. Whatever it is, it freaks me out a little and gets me thinking. Should I start hoarding canned foods? Should I start hoarding bottled water? And if I do, why would I want to live anyway? If the world is ending, what is there to live for? So I can get battered by a hurricane or swept away by a flood. No wonder there are so many crazy's in the world. Maybe the right things to stock up on would be Prozac and alcohol.
The thought of it all makes me nervous about having kids? Do I really want to bring kids into this craziness? Can I make a difference in all of the wrongs we have done to make it seem better than it already is? Don't get me wrong, I REALLY want to have kids, but the thought of all of the world ending makes me afraid for them.

Listen to the rhythm

of the pouring rain...for like 4 days now. Our lawns are in some serious/desperate need of water, but this gloom is getting pretty depressing. I have no motivation...I just want to sleep. I hate driving in the rain, especially when its dark. I can't see for shit, my wiper blades are a total piece of crap. People drive like total tards when it rains. Man I am bitter today.
The good news is my fried crispy lawn, might actually turn green. The bad news is...then I'll have to mow.

So I had an bizarro interview yesterday afternoon. I am in a serious need of a waiting table job and I have been sending out my resume all over the place. So I saw a place listed on Craigslist this weekend and I sent my resume. I called yesterday to see if they had gotten it and the guy says maybe...can you come in for an interview. So I go (left work early too), I fill out an application. The guy looks at it, asks me if I have a job and I say yes. I am an office manager of a heating and cooling company. Well...ok he says, I'm really busy, if I don't call you by Thursday...call me back.
It was so weird. So what if I have another job, if I didn't need this one I wouldn't be applying...duh. It was just really random and weird. Not that I still wouldn't like to work there, because I really would. I think it would be great. So really, in a nutshell, my interview really wasn't an interview at all. I just filled out an application. I hope they call me.

Everyone wants to be recognized...

But seriously do you need to be recognized every time you do something that you should be doing? I am talking about my hubby here, he cracks me up. Every time he does some housework, its like he thinks he needs a prize. Just last week we FINALLY cleaned up his work area in the basement that has all of his tools and miscellaneous junk. Well its on the opposite side of the basement and it took me a few days to notice, but when I did, I was like nice work on the area in the basement. He was all like, I was wondering when you'd notice. ROFL.
We had company for dinner last week (it was his invite) and he was off work all day before they came over. So he picked up the house. First thing when I walk in the door...did you notice how clean the house is? Yeah nice job, do you want a cookie? You did some housework...welcome to the club. Do you seriously expect to be recognized every time you vacuum or clean the toilet?
It cracks me up. It slips my mind I guess, because it seems so menial.
I do like to be praised for the great job I did on my organizing the basement or for how wonderful I've made the flower beds look. But I don't expect anything when I do the dishes or clean the bathroom...its part of life, its part of owning a house.

I am a human pin cushion!

So I have all kinds of crap that I have to get done before I start nursing school. Today's fun task was getting a physical and immunizations. They drew like 6 vials of blood, I got a shot in my left deltiod, a shot in my right deltoid and then another in my forearm. Man oh man, I am human pun cushion. I am so happy that they said I'd be sore tomorrow, I can't wait!
Oh but it'll all be worth in the end!

Speedy Recovery...I can't believe it

So its been just a little over a week since I had my Gall Bladder removed and I can't believe how great I feel. I mean seriously...how the heck can I heal so fast?! I am not complaining in the least, but it sure makes me wonder about how fascinating the human body is and how advanced surgeries have become. I was a skeptic when I 1st got home, because I felt like total crap and my abs felt like I had done a million sit-ups. I was super bloated and looked like I was about 6 months PG. Everything is getting back to normal now tho', which is fabulous. I really want to get my ass back to the gym, but the Dr. said 3 weeks! Blah, I feel fine! I guess I could go and walk on the treadmill...at least I'd feel like I was getting something done.
I've taken all of the tape off of my "holes" and now I have rash. It itches like crazy, thank goodness for Benadryl cream or I'd scratch my belly off. I swear I had to look like a total goon when I was shopping at the grocery yesterday. It was itching so bad that and I was walking around with my buggy scratching my belly, so nonchalantly of course. I felt so primal. Anyway, I am glad that it is healing quickly...yet it still amazes me.

Clean house, Clean mind

So I have been cleaning the house like a mad woman lately. I swear if I were pregnant people would tell me that I am nesting. But in light of it all, I feel so accomplished. I love that I have single handedly reduced the amount of clutter that we have. The bitch about it all, is that it takes so much to upkeep. I am the number one culprit of leaving stuff laying around it is so hard to stop for a second and put it AWAY or throw it away.
I love coming home and not HAVING to do anything, but relax. I can read a book if I chose, take a nap, go to the gym, scrap, tend to my garden or just chill. How am I going to keep the house this way? Don't get me wrong, its not like we live in dirty conditions or anything, but there is always stuff everywhere. The majority of our STUFF has gone down to the basement or in a cabinet or a drawer. I like being organized. I feel like there is less clutter in my head now too.
Now...I have to train my husband to keep it that way!