Now that I’m off the road, I’ve been itching to try out some new arts and crafts. And it just so happened that I’d purchased a Groupon for an Intro to Fusing class from Aquila Glass School last year, for learning to make fused glass.
The problem I had was by the time I realized my Groupon was expiring, all the classes were full. I was bummed. So I chalked it up to yet another expired Groupon, and let it go.
Like I said in this post, I’m not big on making resolutions. I tend to forget them, or get behind, and decide that I will never catch up, and give up all together.
But, I need to set some goals, because I turn 32 this year, and well, I can’t keep running in circles. So, here are some health improvement goals:
I’ve never been very good at resolutions. Every time I make them, I get to my birthday, and they’re gone. That means by late February, Whatever resolutions I’ve decided to make are long gone, and about 4 months later I remember that I was going to attempt something.
Often, my resolutions are something that ends up being unobtainable: writing 1000 words a day, losing 60 pounds, etc. So, I get discouraged early on, realizing how far behind I already am, and then I just give up all together.
Wishing you all a Happy Turkey Day! May you have many things this year to be thankful for, and many for next year as well.
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Pet and I usually recount this adventure every year about this time. And I figured, since I don’t have the Blizzcon post done yet, I could share this funny adventure with you. Some of the details are fuzzy, but this is pretty much how it went down.
It was 7 years ago, and Pet and I are in the women’s underthings section of Walmart, staring down the wall of bras. While we’re there, a guy comes along, and joins us in staring at the wall of bras. After a couple minutes, he grabs one, and tries it on. Around his waist. Like a belt.
I had my wisdom teeth out yesterday. The best thing I can say about the last 36 hours is ouch. But, they’re out, and I won’t have to worry about them anymore.
I wasn’t planned, it just sorta happened. Pet and I had purchased a Groupon that included a basic exam, X rays, and teeth cleaning, since we didn’t have an Oregon dentist. Pet has a wisdom tooth that’s in bad shape, so we decided to bite the bullet and make appointments. We went in Tuesday, and Dr. Christiensen (however it’s spelled), gave me doom and gloom, and how I was going to end up with a horrible infection with one of my wisdom teeth, and they needed to come out soon. I had known I’d have to have them out eventually, so Pet and I both looked into appointments, and they could fit me in Wednesday. So, I went.
Since Pet and I have only been in the Portland area a year, and I’d been away for more than 10 years before that, we’ve been using Groupon and Living Social deals to help us find interesting stuff in the area. Recently, I picked up a Groupon for car detailing, and Pet picked one up for a place called Yogurt Munch. I wanted an estimate for the detailing, and Pet’s yogurt deal was about to expire, so off we went.
You would think that living in a truck, and having to find places all the time would make directions a breeze, right? Not a chance.
Sometimes I forget that context matters, as does being specific. I was browsing on the web, and stumbled acorss an article about Anthony Weiner. Now, I haven’t followed this very closely, scandals to me are a lot like high profile court cases (think Caset Anthony): I only barely pay attention. I couldn’t remember if this was the guy with the Twitter problem, or some other political scandal I’d missed. I read this article about how photos of him cross dressing in college (a million years ago) have appeared in the National Enquirer.
And me being me, decided I’d Google for them. Being me though, I took the short route and dropped “Weiner” into the Google Image search. Once I hit search, the realization of what I did sunk in. This is one of those times I’m glad Safe Search was set to moderate, so all I got were a bunch of weiner dog photos. I corrected the search to “Anthony Weiner” and all I got were headshots. Eventually I pulled up a fuzzy photo of the National Enquirer cover.
I’m not a big celebrant of Easter. In fact, I tend to call it Hoppy Bunny Day, or Happy Zombie Jesus Day, and treat it like any other day. In fact this year I attended a Reiki class, and blew blood vessel in my eye.
But this post doesn’t really have anything to do with Easter as a celebration. It has everything to do with half of what most small kids love about the holiday: Chocolate bunnies. The other half, as you might expect, is coloured eggs.
I decided to upload a new theme. This one is called Purple Pastels. I’ve seen a lot of wordpress posts about how you shouldn’t constantly switch themes when you’re bored, the key is more content. In my case, it was more practical. The last theme I used I liked, but it had a link at the bottom for “platinum engagement rings” and I didn’t like it there. It was encrypted too, so I couldn’t get it out.
So, a new theme, no annoying things in the footer, and all is well.
