Full of Shit....literally.

Well, I never have anything cool or funny to write about...until today. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday for a myriad of things including some lower back pain. The doctor thought I may have some damage for the gymnastics I did as a kid. So, she ordered an x-ray. Harmless enough, right? Well, not really.

When she came back from reading the x-ray, she had a shit-eatin' (pun intended) grin on her face. She said, "Well, the good news is, you don't have arthritis. But...you are full of poop. You are blocked all the way abover your rib cage. I could see it in the x-ray." She acted appalled that someone could have so much and not realize it, or be in any pain. So, I think to myself, "You know, this could only happen to me. I go and try and take care of something that has been bothering me and I end up having to take a colon cleanse. Only me." So, on my way home I stopped and CVS and bought the 10oz. bottle of Magnesium Citrade, some wrapping paper, and my other prescriptions and headed home to settle in for an anticipated LONG night. I had prepared myself and rented a couple of movies and thought it would be the perfect time to get my Christmas wrapping completed. I got home, took a deep breath and downed the bottle. I drank my water as instructed and then......I waited. And waited. And waited. Now and then a rumble would happen and I would leap off the floor and run to the bathroom. Nothing. I waited and waited some more. It was around 9PM that the fun started. I thought that picking up Tom from work at 12:30 AM would be safer than trying to go around at 8, 9, or 10. I figured by 12:30, I would be done. I was mistaken. Now, don't get your hopes up and think I shit myself on the way to pick up Tom. I did not. I am a champ and held it all the way there....and all the way home. Granted, it is only a six minute drive (one way), but people let me tell you, it was one of the longest twelve minutes of my life! I survived the night with no accidents or mishaps and woke up this morning feeling 10 lbs. lighter. I think I may even be 10 lbs. lighter. So, thank you health services. I still have lower back pain, but no one can accuse me of being full of shit!

Well, If the Quiz Says So...

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent.Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic DesignerIllustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's" Your Ideal Career?

8 Days Until My Birthday!

Your Birth Month is December

You love life and exude an outgoing, cheerful vibe.Blessed with a great sense of humor, you can laugh at adversity. Your soul reflects: Celebration, success, and wealth Your gemstone: Blue Topaz Your flower: Narcissus Your colors: Indigo, green, and blue-green

What Does Your Birth Month Mean?

I'm full

My brain is full. I feel like I need to unload a bit of information-for sanity. I just spent the last hour or so looking at stuff on ebay. I got sucked in, and I couldn't stop. I did bid on a hutch for my dining room and it looks like I may get it for $5.50. Yes, folks, just over 5 bucks. All I have to do is drive down past Akron to pick it up. I'm not sure if it will suit us. It looked a little rough, but I can probably do something with it-because that's what I do. Which I guess leads me to my next topic. I have been thinking for a long time about what I want "to be when I grow up". I use that term loosely considering I'm almost 30. I just can't seem to find my place. I like so many things. I was talking to a lady I work with at our group holiday gathering last night. She and I are kindred spirits. We were discussing our passion for interior design and how both of us have a dream of doing it for our jobs-even owning our own business. We gave a clink of the wine glasses to someday going into business together. However, I need to go to school for it. I looked at Virginia Marti College of Art and Design. While I think it would fit me, and I would really be able to enjoy the stuff they can offer, I have a fear that no one will take me seriously. I feel as though everyone looks at me like I'm not living up to my potential if I don't become some business mogul or something. Hey, news flash, I don't really want that. I know I have a brain in my head, and that's enough for me. I don't feel like I have anything to prove to anyone, but at the same time, I feel like I would have to make excuses for why I chose to go to Virginia Marti College and not finish a Bachelor's degree at CSU or Akron or Kent. Maybe that is in the cards for me someday, but for now, I actually think it would be so fun to actually get to do what I love and learn how to do it properly. I researched some local design firms, and there are a few. One, in particular, looked interesting and the founder of the company is a graduate of Virginia Marti. So, I think I may just do it. I also thought about working on a real estate license and combining the two. Hey, I'll sell you a house and then decorate it for you. :)

In other news, Tom is going to day shift in a couple of weeks. Thank goodness. I don't do well not seeing him. I miss him terribly. I want to share in things with him like we used to. I know it's only been a couple of weeks, but I just don't feel complete unless he is with me. So, his shift change is fabulous news. He should be walking in the door any minute, and I can't wait.

I spent tonight cleaning and plan on working on arranging the office/spare room for Miss Taryn's visit that is approaching quickly. Also something to look forward to.

Well, now no one can bitch that I haven't posted. I hear the elevator. I'm out.