another blog to get me current...

oh man...what a rough road of sickness i've been on these past few days. 

last friday, for the third time in a week, i had gone to target to again visit the cold & flu section...i swear, the pharmacists must've thought that i was operating my own little meth lab. I'd been there so many times there was no other option but to think that. (well...they could think that i was a stubborn girl who was refusing to go to the doctor...about that they were absolutely correct.)

on Saturday i was trying to wage the war on my illness in my mind...i went over the whole "power of positive thinking" argument in my mind and knew that if i could just tell myself i was feeling better, even if it wasn't true, it would surely follow. 

it didn't. i mean it did for a few days until this horrible sore throat and insane nose problem started up on Monday.

on Tuesday, i coughed and wheezed and hacked through a late-night showing of twilight and decided  that being sick like i had been was not worth it any longer. i was going to bite the bullet and finally see a health practitioner. 

was i glad that i did! diagnosis: acute bronchitis. prescription: azithromyocin, forever now known to me as the "i have a will to live again" miracle drug. 

thanksgiving: wonderful. day after thanksgiving: great so far... fun times planned for this evening. 

in other news...i have decided on two of my new favorite TV shows. if I'm in the mood to be really touched and probably cry a lot: Celebrity Rehab on VH1. it's just so touching when all of them start talking abut their addictions. really, i cry like a baby when i watch that show. and, when I'm in the mood for a nice foreign comedy: Summer Heights High on HBO. I swear...after the British Office and Extras, its brilliant. I would be friends w/ Jai'me if I lived in New Zealand. 

and finally, clown baby and i apparently still have some of the same issues as we did when we lived together. i went over to the house today to look at a pair of skinny jeans and he played scratching post with my arm. now i have some beautiful little love scratches...i  feel like maybe its my personality clashing with his. i feel like i automatically bring out the feisty in people. is that a good thing? i think so...maybe i need to be more serious. 

maybe tonight when i go out i'll try out "super-serious shelby" and charm everyone i meet by being melancholy and brooding. 

actually...i don't think that will work for me. so, i'm not going to. decision made.  this is the second straight day its felt like saturday to me. i wish church really was tomorrow night. 

another blog soon to come about bronchitis...

i'm pretty sure i've had it.

so, i am currently, in my brain, formulating a very controversial blog about universal healthcare...pros and cons.

Pro #1: i could be cured of bronchitis.
Pro #2: niki could be cured of bonchitis.
Pro #3: all the people niki and i have collectively infected could be cured of bronchitis.

It looks like i'm in favor of universal healthcare.

(just kidding...this is a joke blog. i haven't adequately researched it enough to know one way or the other. don't jump up and down like nicholas feign and be like "WHAT? NO!..."

i'm taking my super-short lunch break to throw a shout-out to all the people who work in customer service and call people "honey" or "sweetie"

stop.

for the love.

nothing makes me more annoyed than 23 year old girls who work at starbucks and as i roll through say "hey hon!" and then "have a great day darlin'!" as i drive away.

I'm sorry, did i miss something? I definitely didn't order a side of condescension when i yelled my order into the electronic box. I purposely forgot to tell you that all i wanted was courteous, quick service and the "sweetheart" to be left off of any dangling sentence. I thought it was just something I got just for coming to Starbucks. Good service, good coffee, no pet names.

really...it makes me so annoyed. and it goes for acquaintances too. if you and i have met multiple times and you are still calling me "sweetie" "dumplin" or "princess"...really...do we know each other well? Nope, probably not, because if we did, you'd know my stance on the issue. So cut it out.

I know it a battle that will only ever be lost. I can't change the Free World to stop the pet names. I know its unrealistic and unproductive to complain about it.

Maybe though (just maybe) I can get Starbucks to put it in their employee manual that those words are outlawed.

That will be a victory.

i'm watching judah be tigress.

and zoe shoot out a full tablespoon of snot out of the snot-fountain that is her nose.

its the cutest thing ever.

and the best sunday ever. love it!

unfortunate news

bear grylls is married with two sons: jesse and marmaduke.

amazing names.

i'm a little sad that he's married.

another one bites the dust.

string cheese + bear grylls = the best saturday afternoon

so, i find myself having the most relaxing saturday afternoon doing absolutely nothing but eating a string cheese and watching man v. wild with the adorable Brit Bear Grylls. This dude is H-O-T. As i type, he's hanging from a vine dropping into a Panamanian pool possibly full of vipers.

w-o-w.

i'm in love. and in deep admiration for the kind of guy who just lives off the land...and tries to survive. i cannot imagine. if i were dropped into the panamanian jungle, i'd go into the fetal position and cry for my mom.

he's found a cave full of rabies-carrying vampire bats.

w-o-w x 2.

i was thinking just a while ago (when bear was stuck in the sahara desert) that i am really thankful for my life. I have amazing friends, a great job, a "vintage" car, and i don't feel guilty about having a saturday afternoon alone.

life is good.

i'm going to go google bear grylls and see if he's single. If he is, count me in the process of moving to where he lives.

and today is officially the kind of day that...

i would have my (decaf) starbucks or dutch delivered to me as i read vanity fair in my bed and then silently drifted back to sleep. my nose and throat are finally starting to drain, which, being that its a week and a half coming is great...but still makes me feel so tired.

who wants to go vintage poaching at another whim today? I have the itch to buy something. (i know, i know, its not in the budget...)

sweet justice:

Lightening hit the roof of JC Penney last Saturday during that crazy thunderstorm / freak downpour. According to the Record Searchlight, the lightening bolt struck a metal sprinkler pipe, which got so hot that it singed some of the roof's insulation and was only discovered after store employees called the RdgFD reporting of smoke. The store was evacuated. Unfortunately, JCP reopened the next morning.

If only it would've been burned to the ground...that would've made up for the years of torture inflicted upon me and those i love.

this is my best friend right now

sick and nasty, i know...but so needed. last night i downed half a bottle of theraflu "warming sensation" that seriously warmed my throat just as much as a good shot of scotch would (which i've never had...just my suspicion is that it would). I was out cold and so grateful for the temporary relief of the hacking and coughing.

At one point in these past few weeks, nearly every one of my friends has been sick. Being that it has infested my lungs much more than anyone around me, I kicked it over to Target and bought the above mucus relief and the theraflu yesterday. Because Niki is still struggling with this thing, I sent a pix message to her with the caption "drug party at my house later? :)" and then proceeded to send it to the wrong phone number. The owner of said phone texted back telling me he was interested, and then proceeded to call me and leave a message asking where the party was. Really? Do you really want to go to a drug party where the drugs are mucus relief and theraflu? I'm not interested in drugs at all, but that loser was over-the-top.

Needless to say, the "party" last night consisted of me drinking 4 tablespoons, watching half an episode of Dexter and falling asleep at 9pm.

Oh, it was gorg.

some days....

i love to not be called and e-mailed and just left alone to do my work.

i think today is one of those days.

so, unless you and i are friends in real-life, don't even THINK about calling or e-mailing me. If we are friends, come, wisk me away and save me from my job. Please.

i was at small group the other day...

and brought up the fact that during the winter, when a girl (meaning me) lets her hair down and her (leg) hair grow, she tends to find out that she only grows leg hair in patches.

what is with that?

If you were to look at my leg right now (the act of which may elicit two different responses from me depending on who you are..the first "HEY! WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY LEGS?" to those who i don't know and the second "sure, absolutely, look at my legs" to those who i know at least your first and last name.) anyway, i digress, if, lucky you in the second group, came and looked at my legs, you would see little spikies in patches along my shins. In further examination, these patches continue all along my legs.

what is with that?

is it because i've been shaving for lord knows how long, and by now i've conditioned most of those hairs to leave and never come back?

or, is it just that i have a freaky body chemistry and i am quite selective on where hair will grow.

lord only knows.

my primary question remains that will i pay less for electrolosis because i have less hair to remove than the normal girl?

which brings me to the first time i shaved my legs in an attempt to get rid of that unwanted hair on my gams. In my dads apartment, with his old bic razor. i did a combo wet/dry shave (don't blame me...i didn't know any better) At my first go-around, i positioned my shin in what i could only imagine was proper shaving position. Took my razor, put it by the top of my foot, and so quickly moved that blade up my shin that i watched the resulting trail of blood surface on my legs. That first go-around was followed by finding all the band-aids that i could in my dad's place, carefully positioning them so that they weren't afixed to any other scabs and walking not-so-confidently out of the bathroom as a not-so-freshly groomed woman.

yikes.

what would life be like if we never learned from our mistakes?

well, for one, my legs would be perma-scarred.

are you there jah its me ras trent

i woke up this morning to andy samberg yelling in my brain "me toil part-time at jah cold stone creamery".

what could be better than rastifarianism early in the morning?

today is a good day to be sick

and the reason today is a good day to be sick?
because i am.
and what is worse than being sick?
being sick at work.
i want it to be 2pm so I can go home and make my head stop pounding.

this is the view from my window:

I love storminess. Please, please, please God bring some thunderstorms to me?