Still Red




The bagger lady at the store tonight said “Did you know your hair is pink?” I rolled my eyes at her and said “Did you know that sweater makes you look fat?” grabbed my bags and left.

I’m very glad that Mrs. Schiavo is dead. After 14 years of drooling and staring at the same ceiling I would want to be dead too.

The only reason republicans were so upset that Schiavo died, is because they hate to see a bulimic white woman die. I mean, if it could happen to Schiavo, it could happen to their wife or daughter too.

I bet they wouldn’t be making this much noise if the person in question was an ethnic-minority or a homosexual.

Of course GW says we should protect “all life”. What a great protector he is - just ask the 152 people that he executed.


Now we just gotta get JPII on his way, and all in the world will be well. (In my eyes.)

I am feeling a bit better today. The last day and a half have been most unpleasant for me. When I wasn’t sleeping, I was singing to the tawrlet. What a great time! I am not 100% sure what happened to my system but my current speculation is 1) Upset tummy via Chipotle 2) withdrawal symptoms from the sudden cessation of taking my anti-depressant. My 20mg/day dose of Lexapro ended quietly last weekend. I was supposed to have a Dr. appointment for follow up on it, but that was cancelled. The Dr. office told me to have the pharmacy call them and they would authorize my refill. So I ordered my refill over the web. But Walgreen’s didn’t get it since their computer system was messed up. When I first started taking Lexapro some of the initial side effects (that wore off after about two weeks) were nausea and dizziness. So I’m guessing sudden withdrawal from it has similar effects.

I’m still pretty woozy today tho. I had to re-schedule my Chem Lab test and take it this afternoon since I was sick all day Wednesday. I don’t think I did very well on it

I got a second notice in the mail today from Commerce Bank, pleasantly informing me that I had overdrawn my checking account a third time. But I’m supposed to have Overdraft Protection on my accounts, so I’m not sure what’s going on. I rounded up my papers and headed off to the bank. The teller looks at my account and says “Well it doesn’t look like you are set up for overdraft protection.” *growl* So I sit down with an account manager and explain to her that when I opened my checking and savings account I wanted OD protection on them. Commerce handles OD protection by putting any OD’s on to a credit card that they issue you. The only reason I have this credit card is because I wanted overdraft protection. After I explain this to her, she tells me “Well I know I can get you at least $25 of this back on this one charge, but I need to talk with my manager about the others.” *kanga grunt* “Well I am a student, so $75 is a lot of money to me and since I was supposed to have OD protection on there it would be really nice if all three of those charges would be reversed.” 30 minutes after I left, she called me and told me that all three were reversed, and that the $75 would be credited back to my account at midnight. w00t!

My last story for today, happened at the grocery store. I needed something to eat, and nothing at home looked good. So as I am happily looking around in my natural-foods section I hear some guy in the produce section looking at something green and leafy whistling to himself. Whistling VERY LOUDLY. I am sorry, but I cannot stand it when people whistle out loud for no other reason than to entertain themselves. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I had to flee the area as I felt my blood pressure rising. I didn’t want there to be any produce-mishaps. As it was, it seemed like the man was following me throughout the store. Paranoia on my part? Perhaps. Or I could still just be waiting for the Lexapro to fully kick in still. I wanted to remove his soul and send it to the depths of Hell.

I know, I’m weird.

Tonight I went to Chipotle because it sounded good. I had some Veggie soft-tacos. All I had on them was rice, black beans, cheese and guacamole. The girl that was making them literally put on about half a pound of guacamole. Total overkill, even though I think Chipotle makes the best guacamole ever.

So as I am working on my paper tonight, my tummy gets upset. This is typical behavior lately after having dinner from Chipotle. So I had decided that I will no longer eat at Chipotle since this is not a happy feeling for my tummy. Then it gets worse. Chipotle doesn’t taste nearly as well coming up as it does going down.

Suffice to say, I’m not going to be going to Chipotle again.

I use the service Blogger to create this blog. Its a nice interface, easy to use, isn’t too fussy, and is free!

The only thing irritates me (but not too much) is that the Blogger.com spell check doesn’t think that blog is a word…

*blink*

Romie is sitting next to me SNORING so loudly!! I poke him in the tummy, he wakes up - looks at me - and then goes back to sleep. I wish I was a cat.

Here is a shot of him earlier this evening, lying FLAT on his back on the floor snoring.



He’s such a nice kitty

My friend Brad had this on his blog, so I thought I would take a shot at it.. Those of you that know me well - how accurate do you perceive my results to be?

While browsing blogspace this evening I found a nifty little site called GeoURL. When people click on it, they get sent to the GeoURL webpage and get a list of websites close to you in, meatspace. That is, real world. Meat. People are meat. Get it??

So there is now a little link graphic over there –>

Click on it and see all the participants that are close to me. And, if you have a website add yourself to the collective! Fun!

As expected the reaction to my hair today at school was varied. Nearly everyone said it looked cool though - which makes me feel pretty nice.

When I got home and walked into the living room I saw something that just made me go “Awwwwww” Romeo and Mr. Bigglesworth were both sleeping and snuggled on the love seat.

Saturday night I went to some lovely stream of consciousness play with the cubbies. After the play we went over to Alan and Andy’s house and sometime between drinks, dying Easter Eggs and eating special magic cookies my hair went from last weeks platinum to this weeks fire engine red hair.