Tuesday, August 26, 2008

So--Mom thinks she's funny...

No, my Mom thinks she is just hi-larious.

SHE IS NOT. DO NOT BE FOOLED!!!

She is a sick, evil woman! 

I came home from choir practice tonight, after having stopped at Wendy's to pick up a frosty for her and Dad. I'm innocently changing into my pjs, and think to myself, hey self-why don't you go ahead and turn on millie mac so it'll be ready when you're ready to sit down (or something to that effect). I look down at where it's resting on my footstool and promptly scream like a little girl.  Actually, more like a yelp than a scream. Like..hearing a dog get kicked. I just know it came from a place deep inside of me.  What caused such a violent reaction to my Mac, you might ask? Hmmm? Well, I'll tell you.  Mom apparently found a dead 'staghorn beetle' earlier today and decided it would just be SO fun to put it on my mac to wait for me.....and cause a HEART ATTACK! She's lucky I didn't keel over right then and there! I have gotten better about bugs and creepy crawlies in general, but that was just shocking.  Between that and the spider that's camping outside our front door, I'll be lucky to get any sleep tonight.

I have to hand it to her-it was well played. But vengeance is MINE!


*the bug that was actually on my computer was much darker and much uglier, but this was the best comparable image I could find in google images!

Monday, August 25, 2008

"And Guest" Please Apply Here

Got another wedding invitation in the mail on Saturday. I knew it was coming eventually because I'm singing in this particular wedding, but it was still like-UGH! ANOTHER ONE!!! Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for my friends, but there's not much to look forward to as a singleton going to a wedding. The wedding is October 11th at noon and the invite was for "Shawna Lawhorn and Guest"*. Hrmph. Who will be my 'and guest'? Any takers? I have til Sept 27th to find one. A little over a month. It's hard being a single, old fashioned girl invited to a wedding. I want someone to go with, but I don't want to be the one doing the asking--so I'm going this route. Please apply here to be my 'and guest'.










* this post was written mostly with tongue in cheek, I am perfectly capable of attending a wedding by myself. In fact I've done it dozens of times...still...I can't help but hope....

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Okay, I'm not dying!

Not today at least! lol..thank you, everyone that has been concerned about my allergies. It's not like a hay fever thing--thank goodness, but really more of a drug allergy. So luckily I can avoid taking/eating the things that cause me to have an allergic reaction.  The thing I'm not sure about is my brain, though---I obviously was not allergic to whatever I ate yesterday because I finished the sandwich and I was fine. So, take that for what it's worth. I'm still alive and kicking...and avoiding ibuprofen! =)

Monday, August 11, 2008

i have 'issues'

Sitting in Starbucks today with my good friend and coworker, Heather...munching on a sandwich picked from their cooler while sipping on an iced grande vanilla latte (that I paid for with a gift card, score!)...everything was going great. It was nice to get out of the ol' office building for a bit, and it is simply gorgeous outside today. Then I felt it. A chill went down my arms....and I thought--NO, not again! I willed myself to CALM DOWN. DO NOT FREAK (speaking to myself in all caps is not very comforting, not surprisingly)....I stopped eating my sandwich and offered the rest to Heather. She was like..umm.no thanks? I took a few more calming breaths and began to explain why I had a bit of a wild look in my eye and seemed a bit twitchy...allergies. Specifically--food allergies. That I probably don't have. But that I possibly 'could' have,but haven't gotten tested for.

It all started back in college--I was taking some prescribed pain medication, only taking it when necessary...and not noticing until much later that a pattern was developing. Each time I took these pills I broke out in hives...combined with nausea, vomiting, blacking out and every time it happened, it got worse. But because I took these pills so rarely it took me a while to realize what was causing it. Once I figured it out--bingo--I stopped taking them and problem solved, right? Well, it turns out that they are part of the ibuprofen family--meaning I can't take anything like advil, alleve, midol...etc. Nothing with naproxen/naprofen in it. I've ended up in the emergency room twice after accidentally taking some products that contain what I'm allergic to, so--it's really not pleasant and now I know what the opening symptoms feel like. So any time that I now get even a whiff of that feeling-I start freaking out. And even if I'm not really having an allergic reaction, I still feel as if I'm having one because my brain is telling me--yes, you're having one!!!

So that's where we were today at Starbucks..Heather found it all very interesting and said I should blog about it..so I am. So, what do you think? Am I crazy? Developing some weird food allergies now? Was it the sesame seeds in the bread maybe? Don't they develop drugs from seeds? Maybe I should research the origin of the drugs I'm allergic to? Maybe I should see a psychologist/psychiatrist/counselor/etc..?

I stopped eating the sandwich while at Starbucks but brought it back to the office with me and just a few minutes ago I finished eating it. So far so good. Maybe I can stop the psychosomatic allergies and just concentrate on the real ones!

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Horrified

http://www.tampabay.com/features/humaninterest/article750838.ece

A blog I read on a regular basis brought my attention to this story. It's horrifying, but ultimately redemptive.

Please check it out.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Wow...so..yeah, I've been back..for a month!

TIME FLIES.

That is the theme of my post today.  And of the post of my life really. Blink you and suddenly you are 31, eh? Time flies, but it also does not at the same time. It has taken me FOREVER to get to the point where I am in my Master's degree. I just finished a class (awaiting the C.S. Lewis class grade) and will soon be embarking upon my last semester. I can hardly even believe it. The time has gone slowly, and downright almost stopped at times (pauses in Master's aren't bad, are they?)....and now it is here. My last semester. Doubling up and taking 6 credit hours (while working both full and part time jobs) the past few semesters was really a good idea.  But also, wow, am I scared. I have no idea what in the world I will be doing after I finish my degree. People ask me and I quickly change the subject! I want to write..I enjoy writing--but I also hate writing--lol..I am a quandry wrapped up in an enigma. Topped off with a riddle. I think what I mean about 'hating' writing (and I'm talking like..non creatively. I am not a creative writer. at all)...is that I hate the discipline of it. Because I have no discipline! You have to actually make deadlines and turn things in and like...write things on a timetable. I should have been pushing myself to do this more throughout the degree, don't you think? Ugh..no one to blame but myself. But, and wow am I rambling...I think for now I'm just going to focus on getting through this semester..maybe brushing up the ol' resume and sending it out and see if I get any bites. 

Before I know it, it'll be December!