My husband and I are having an argument on who is better: The Horde or The Browncoats.

I swear I've helped this woman fix her modem.

And this guy:
http://emailsfromcrazypeople.com/2009/08/14/quit-haxing-my-interwebs-linux/

I saw the most awesome of awesome kids the other day at Walmart. He was about 9 or so, shopping with his two moms. He was sporting a batman shirt, cowboy boots and a messy, semi-curly mullet. He definitely had ADHD and spent his time dancing around randomly or doing this epic strut down the aisles.

I wanted to steal him and keep him in my backyard and feed him twinkies and skittles. <3

I am thoroughly enjoying the shit storm on Gaia right now.

I recently learned how to properly use a curling iron. And how to wield cuppycake hair clips with deadly force.


I cropped out my messy kitchen. Haha!


Pictures never show the true colors of my hair.

I just need to share this piece of fucking awesome drawing of Tell and Duessa I commissioned from Devon Edwards, whose site you should really check out: http://devonre.com/



Aren't they so cute? Almost enough to forget they'd rip your throats out with their teeth if they had to. :3

So the doctor requested I come in for another check up. By now all that I'm really concerned with is this cough that just won't go away. I have to say that my doctor is so awesome in that I really feel like he cares for me. When I first came in, he looks at me and says "Why aren't you better yet?!" I say "I don't know! You tell me!" Heehee. He told me if I wanted to visit so bad, I can just drop by and he'll give me a cookie, but I have to not be sick.

Anyways, he says my lungs aren't wheezing or rattling, so that's a good sign. He gave me some heavy-duty antibiotics, which I appreciate, but they've already made me vomit and I can't take any kind of antacid or stomach relief medicine (No calcium carbonate or magnesium allowed) 8 hours before taking the antibiotic or 4 hours after. Blech. I really hope this works.

The good doctor also had me do a chest x-ray. He called me back to say they can see the infection, but it doesn't appear to be full-blown pneumonia yet. He also said he's going to get a second opinion from the radiologist just to be sure. Yay?

Fingers crossed, people.

So I've been sick since we got back from Louisiana. I went to work one day, running fever, hacking and feeling like a tram hit me. Luckily, I had made my one year the very next day, so the attendance manager told me to go home and she'd help me apply for FEMLA whenever I went back to work.

I still haven't been back to work. For a while it was fevers and dizziness. But the worst part is the cough. After a week, I went back to the doctor (who had confirmed with the flu test I didn't have the flu or h1n1) and told him I was still having issues. He said it sounded like the flu and those tests aren't 100%. Great. The infection had moved into my lungs by that point, so he gave me steroids to take. I didn't get anymore antibiotics, because I've taken them so many times this year, we're worried they'll start to not affect me anymore.

For the past few days, I've had a bit of a cough, but nothing too terrible and yesterday, even though I took the day off to get medical records and such, I was feeling on the up and up.

Which brings us to today. My chest is heavy. I'm coughing and sneezing and I keep feeling like I can't get a full breath. I'm sure the rainy weather has something to do with it, but this is getting fucking ridiculous. I'm going to call the doctor and see what he has to say..

My throat is sore and swollen, I'm congested to fuck all, my entire body feels like it was run over by a steam engine, I'm running on barely two hours of sleep and my lymph nodes swollen.

It's good to be home.

So we are very much enjoying our time in New Iberia. We haven't done a whole lot, truthfully, but I'm just happy to be here with my family even for a little while. Jayson is crazy and I'm sure my mom is going to regret us being here after him running around imitating Cthulu gets old. Thanks Nick.
We went to Shadows-on-the-Teche yesterday and we're planning on hitting New Orleans tomorrow. Haven't found any parties to go to, which sucks, but eh.. I get to bring Jayson trick-or-treating.
Also, I forgot how awesome drive-thru daquiri shops are.

We leave on the 24th.
That gives me 8 days to get ready for the trip.
Panic mode.... INITIATE!

So recently I've become obsessed with the accordion, but I've found that apparently the accordion I'm used to is actually usually called a melodean or something like that. Huh.

Like this:


Rather than the ones with the keyboard on the side.



Chere, the girl on the washboard. The feedback on this video sucks, though.



Mmm... I think I'm homesick, haha.

You know how you wake up and the whole world's in a fog? That's what's going on right now. I was dreaming about all kinds of weird things. It was hot, much hotter than normal. So hot the grass was forming yellow, burnt holes around some objects.
There were these sea turtles. So cute, I thought, until I got closer and noticed the gaping holes in their shells, the exposed bones. They were all dead, surrounded by yellow grass. Their mother had laid the eggs too far away from the sea. One of the turtles had somehow wound up in a nest made of twigs. But then I saw movement. His shell too soft for the heat, it had cracked like the others and every step he tried to make I could see moved the shell. I had to get it to water, but when I tried to pick it up, the shell moved and I knew that was hurting him. I had to get something, a stick or a plank, something to pick him up with and bring him to the water. It was probably too late, but he needed to be by the water, at least once before he died.
I ran over the yard, because that's what it was. A big backyard, one of my mom's friends, I think. They were inside and I could hear the music. I couldn't find anything and it was so hot, like the worst days in August. I was barefeet and worried about what I would step on. Angry bugs and animals attack when it's the hottest and stickers and thorns were exposed. What I thought was an expanse of earth at the edge of the property was actually a bog and as I skidded short of running into it, I remembered telling Nick once how people or animals would accidentally drown in a bog, not noticing the water underneath.
There was a flamingo on one side of the bog, faded pinks and oranges with its head tucked into a wing. I yelled "Hi Flamingo!" as I ran past, but it barely flinched. I found a bit of wood, but it wasn't big enough for the baby turtle and I started to wonder if I could maybe dig the earth around it and move all of that.

Then my phone rang.

I never did get to rescue that landlocked turtle.

So crisis has been averted and everyone's back at work. I just wish the nurse yesterday who had to take blood wouldn't have bruised the hell out of my arm. It hurt so much. D: I don't have the flu, though this nasty head cold seems determined to stay put.

Someone at work saw me doodling on the margins of my notebook and leaned over to ask why I didn't do that for a living instead of working in a call center. It was probably rude to laugh in her face.

El's in the hospital and I haven't heard from her since. I'm really worried.

I haven't really drawn much in photoshop lately because my wacom stylus is absolutely craptastic right now, but I'm too lazy to dust off my scanner and scan all my sketchbooks I've been filling up lately. I really need to, though, because I've got a Monica jumping on her bed request from Paul sitting in one of those books.
Drawing with a pencil is easier, anyway.



But here's some mush for y'all.

I don't know what the hell my cats did, but MSpaint and my volume control are both missing from my computer. I'm wondering if that's the day I came home to my yahoo messenger opened on my screen.

I bleached the faded purple and teal from my hair, but the pink for a couple years back made whatever colors where on top of it get stuck. Luckily I'm just going back to purple and teal. I had wanted to throw in some bright yellow, but I couldn't get the tips light enough and I'm really not looking to destroy my hair. Not crunchy, though a little dry, which'll be fixed right up the moment I get the dye on there. Woot woot.

Nick's birthday is tomorrow. We're going out to a birthday dinner tonight with his folks and then maybe drinks with a co-worker.