siren song

I'm trying hard not to eat my muffins. I made gluten free muffins for my celiac sis-in-law (it's her birthday and I'll be seeing them for supper) and...well...they're staring at me.

The cranberries and walnuts are calling my name. It would be rude to eat someone else's gift muffins...so I'm going to have to go to the other lab and do a CHiP assay so I can't hear them.

Fingers in my ears!
*lalalalalalala*

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S'ok

Good...it was a misunderstanding.
I was hoping that a friend of mine wasn't able to be such a giant jerk...and turns out he isn't after all.
Good.
Ah. Better now...
This blog is where I go to vent so I don't stick my foot in my mouth before calming down...after a little tirade I could just call up my friend and suss it all out. Sorry you all end up reading my rants...but you have no idea the therapy bills you're saving me :)

No fair.

I'm a little pissed. OK more than a little.
Every year on my birthday for years now we have had a bonfire...birthday and halloween and bonfire and awesome. In my favourite firepit across the lake. Last year J and the crew taped their halloween episode there too. This year my birthday is actually on a friday - even better! I was going to start inviting people and begin planning it next week. I checked with the crew and some friends and they were all in for coming...I was starting to plan it all out.
Yeah...on facebook I just got an invite to the halloween birthday bonfire...but it's not mine. But yet it is mine. I was invited to this year's crew and host halloween birthday party there for them and 2 people on their show, on that day...and apparently I'm invited. How nice of them to invite me to my own bonfire, pretty much take it over and not mention my birthday at all (but 2 other people's, including the inviter) in the invite.
I know it's just an oversight and it'll be fun having the people there (I had invited them all anyways) but fuck me if I'm not slightly bitter about having my birthday thing taken over by someone else...
I feel like a 4 year old, but bah humbug and fucksticks galore.

Remembering Wicket

I'm a little mopey. I found out my friend's cat died yesterday.
Wicket was a incredibly fluffy cream coloured tub ball of a cat. He could shed more than any cat I have ever known...he was scared of the strangest things, and I will miss his little fur face when I visit. I used to keep an eye on him when Heather was gone for her weekly shifts at the mine lab, and I'd get to hang out and play "catch the thing" with him and let him shed all over me. He'd "help" us play Wii by sitting on the controllers and loved to sit in our laps when we watched movies and try and lick the potato chips when we weren't looking.
Wicket got diabetes a few months ago, and wasn't eating well, and was going to start needing insulin shots daily if his appetite didn't pick up. Because she wasn't home all the time from work and she didn't want to burden me to go out and check on him and maybe give him shots, she brought him out to her parents farm tohave her mom keep an eye on him...he seemed to perk up well and really liked the farm. He spent his time running around the farm and making buddies with the other mousers there...and still came up for daily skritches and laptime. Unfortunately, after initial improvement, he didn't get better...and so he's buried under the tree he liked to curl up under in the sun. It's nice to have somewhere to go to remember his plumpness...but sad to see him go.

Bye furball. We'll miss you :(

Ahhhh...I had the luck getting in to see Gogol Bordello last night at a steamy sold out show.
Gypsy punk insanity. It was a great show....crazy energy. Seeing these guys live is a great time.
And now back to regular everyday life. Pledge drive? Done. 15 hour day helping J shoot a Halloween episode at Camp Crystal Lake (jay jay jay jay son son son son)? Done.

5Km Breast Cancer Walk for the Cure? Done. So inspiring.

All finished off by the gypsy punk insanity that is Gogol Bordello. Jumping up and down to Start Wearing Purple was a great way to end off 2 insanely busy weeks... Plus J shaved his beard off for the pledge drive...the masses chose his new "look" and now I find myself married to Tom Selleck for 2 weeks.
Bizarre, amusing and slightly unsettling :)
(yes...photos to come)

Ahhhh :)

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Kids should play

Here's a recent fitness rant of mine...what do yo uthink?

Drooling ahoy!

I get to go to a staff appreciation lunch right away.
The catch is my mouth is still nearly completely frozen from dental work I had done this morning. Eep.
I just hope I don't drool all over myself.

Classy me...

Good grief

Just a wee bit busy around here...sorry to ignore you all.

I've been volunteering at the CFCR pledge drive every evening after work (and on weekends) and as a result I have no free time (except for exciting dentist appointments). When I am home really don't feel like posting, even tho I've had loads of ideas for posts...lots has gone on! Seriously...there's just no time. Sleep and a few minutes with J are what I can squish in in the odd free moments...cuz we have company right now too, so there's so little time for just us.

Yeah. It's like that.

Only a few days and life can resume a semblance of normality. I've actually been getting up 20 minutes early this last while for oatmeal and tea with the cats just to have a few minutes to myself. I think it's gonna stay around...it's really helped me de-stress. I have to start factoring in workouts too, but all in good time my dears. All in good time.

I can't wait for the end of the pledge drive. Then it's just the Breast Cancer Run and I can relax.

Yeesh...

Weighty Ghost

I have had this song in my head for days...it suits rainy fall days.
Have a listen and a warm cup of tea...

My nose is still numb...

While ignoring the dentist's drill and listening to the Discovery channel this AM I learned something rather interesting:
Recent brain studies have shown multiple functions for the amygdala - the weird nut shaped tweedles inside both lobes of the back part of your brain. It's been linked to the emotion of fear for a long time now...it's what allows you to (or not to) react to/deal with/feel afraid or control your fear of something. In a favourite show Firefly, the character River Tam had been forced to undergo repeated surgeries to strip her amygdala, so that she felt all her fears all the time and couldn't suppress them, gaining a lot of mental problems as a result...he heh...they weren't just making up mumbo jumbo for good TV - I was impressed that they actually looked that up for the show! It was what kept me on the channel in the first place...to see if they were making all that up or not.
Anyways...back to the matter at hand.
Now they've found the function of the amygdala it is also linked to the concept of personal space...it can greatly affect how you deal with crowds and how much personal space you need to feel comfortable. It can allow you to turn other people around you into objects in order to deal with crowds and not get freaked out by lack of personal space. Odd huh? Seeing as agoraphobia really is a fear of crowds and inability to deal with lack of personal space that ties in very neatly with the whole aspect of dealing with fear. I'm interested to read further work on this. Apparently people with damage or lack of function in this area have too little inhibition - they get right up into people's faces without realising they're intruding on personal space and don't really have healthy fears of things that would keep the usual person a bit safer...it also is involved in long term memory development...perhaps in developing deep fears from childhood?? It can also, when damaged, be involved in agoraphobia. The good news is that it is involved in positive reinforcement/ learning of new things...so perhaps you can deal with fears over time with positive reinforcement.
Interesting...

Almost made it worth sitting through the 2 fillings this morning.

Almost.

Word of the Day

Say it with me:

SPORK!

Tee hee...