Nailed it!

Last night, Mom was pretty darn tired, and prone to laughing easily. So when I showed her this, she lost it.

LOST IT.

Happiness is: Having a late night giggle fest with your mom, the kind where you're trying to stop, but keep exploding over and over again.

"NAILED IT!!!"

Love you, Mom.

Happy Birthday on Saturday, January 21st!

Please Hold For Bacon

So today I had to call my doctors office, and, as expected, they put me on hold. Now, being put on hold in and of itself is mighty annoying, but then there is the constantly staticy (Why is it always staticy?!) hold music...

But today-- today, I got something different. Instead of nasty elevator music, or the more annoying "At Scripps Costal Medical Center, we value your health....yadayadayadayadayada" in the soothing, staticy voice, I got an add about bacon.

Yeah. Bacon. And how delicious it is.

I actually found the fact that my doctor sold out and let people ADVERTISE over their hold music time very enjoyable. I found it even more enjoyable when the add after the bacon praising add was "Are you a diabetic trying to lose weight?"

I was laughing when my doctor's office came back and actually answered my call.

.......

It's been a while, has it not?

No, it has.

I suppose I simply haven't had much to say. Which isn't much of an excuse, is it?

Nope. It's not.

And yet.... nope, still haven't had much to say. Still don't. At least, not at the moment. But I thought I'd at least stop by and let you know that I hadn't, you know, fallen down a well or anything like that.

Because that's the considerate thing to do.

I'm just not blogging.

Because I don't have much to say.

But when I DO come up with something, we'll meet again. Oh yes, we will. And it will be major awesomeness.

Till then,my friends...

Big Red

So, most of you know about the joys of my delightful Oldsmobile, Old Red.

I did not name him Old Red, my sister did, for you see, he used to belong to her. Before her, he belonged to someone else, in Logan, Utah. Before that, who knows. (Actually, my dad probably was the one that named him that, but that's besides the point.)

(I just call him Car. As in, "Thank you, Car." Or, "You can do it, Car!" Not that you really needed to know that, either.)

Back to the point. Old Red is ancient. He is an Oldsmobile. And, as many of you know, the clicking sound that is linked with the turning signal has a mind of it's own. Yes, that's right; the clicking comes on whenever it wants to, speeds up really fast (mostly when I press the brake, but not always), and generally freaks out and annoys anyone who has the delight of riding in my car. People smack him, kick him, and once, even yell at him, and yet nothing helps. I think he secretly enjoys the pain he inflicts in people.

The other day, however, Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" came on and the beat EXACTLY matched the ticking, dead on. Perhaps Car recognized that I was having a hard morning and really, really was dreading going to the doctors, so he planned it to make me smile.

Awwww, being polite to your car and thanking it for not breaking down on the side of the road on a regular basis DOES pay off.

Dangerous

Yesterday, I nearly lost an eye eating a Hostess donut. Why? Because they are my cat's favorite food. Enough said.

Pumpkin Drama

Happy Halloween!!
So over the last 3 weeks, some anonymous person has been leaving these miniature pumpkins (I'm talking like the size of a large grapefruit) all over the yards of my neighbors on my street. Day by day they popped up in silly, random places... on top of decorative rocks, shoved between tree limbs, sitting randomly on a retaining wall--- it gave our street tons of personality and charm.

EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT I NEVER GOT ONE!

I wanted one sooooooooooo baddddd.

Every day I'd literally run to the kitchen window to peek out the blinds to see if one had appeared in our yard, but no! Never! After 3 weeks, we never got a stinking, adorable, miniature neighborly pumpkin! I'm so peeved!

Everyday when I'd leave the house, I'd drive down the street, looking for new pumpkins, returning home in a jealous rage with a "There's three new ones around the Cloverleaf. Three!" or "The old man kiddie corner to us got one! He's going to be dead by Halloween."

The day our next door neighbor got one was a sad, sad day.

This morning, one showed up tucked in the shrub of the guy across the street. Psssssssssssssssssshhh.

So we bought our own pumpkin. Regular size, because who sells miniature sized pumpkins? But then I put a black mask on him, and now he looks like Zorro pumpkin, and that makes me feel better. Also, I took these Chinese lanterns, and cutout faces out of black paper and made jack-o-lanterns and witches out of them, and hung them in the palm trees outside our house. I feel better now.
(Although, I have to say, I was hoping that after we decorated our house, Anonymous Mini Pumpkin Person would see that we were all Halloweenlike, and therefore leave us a pumpkin, but alas, we have been left out of the party. Bummer.)

Mom went out on a walk this morning, so she and I conspired on how she should steal someone else's pumpkin and put it in our yard--- MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Didn't happen. I don't know if she realized I was serious.)

So, alas, dear Anonymous Mini Pumpkin Giver, you have brought me such joy. I've loved watching these tiny gourds pop up day by day all over our street in uber random places--- it strikes a a happy chord in my random heart. But seriously? Did you really have to leave us out? You suck. If you ever come around here again, I'm throwing Zorro pumpkin at you. AND YOU BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN MESSING WITH OUT STREET BUNNIES.

Warmly, Holly.

Happy Halloween!

Grieving the Undead

Dear Santa:

All I want for Christmas is for my cat not to die, please.

-Holly.

Borders Deserves To Go Down, In My Humble Opinion

Borders is going under! Muhahaha... nothing beats Barnes and Noble!

Okay, I have no reason to be against Borders in any way, I just never lived around one, so they always seemed like the evil competition of my beloved B&N.

So since they're going under, I assume they're having some good sales to get rid of all their inventory. Seeing as the nearest store to me is something like an hour and a half away, I decided to look up their book selection online.

Okay, 20% isn't that great of a discout, Borders. Walmart and Target give me a better discounts than that. And then it hit me... hey, when I buy books online from Barnes and Noble, I get an average of 40% off, simply from being a member, and buying it online, which includes FREE SHIPPING.

Umm... Borders, if you're going under, you might want to make your sales a little better. Because your incentives aren't that great. If regular stores still in business can still beat you, then what's the point?

No wonder you suck.

GO BARNES AND NOBLE!!!

AND KINDLE!! (Even though that's Amazon brand, not B&N!)

I Was Never Good At Networking Anyways

Since my uber intense fibromyalgia attack struck... and continues to strike... I've had a lot of time on my hands. At home. With nothing to do. And no where to go, seeing as I can't go any where on  my own, because I can't really walk on my own. Well, I sorta can now, but I don't want to take the risk of getting hit with a fatigue bout and having to like, I don't know, dramatically sit/fall down in the middle of a Barnes and Noble isle instead of having my mom/dad help me. Sigh.

Back to the point. Lots of time on my hands.

So I thought that looking for fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue support groups would be a super awesome idea, right? So I spent yesterday searching. Particularly of the young adult sort. After a few hours of searching, I found a really cool facebook page and even a social networking site for people under 40 with neuro-immune illnesses such as:

Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (what I've got), Chronic Lyme Disease, Fibromyalgia (also what I've got), Rheumatoid Arthritis, Lupus, Sarcoidosis, Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy, Multiple Sclerosis, Multiple Chemical Sensitivity, Mold-Related Illness

Should be awesome, right?

Not.

Okay, so it IS awesome. All these people who feel so isolated because these diseases make us sick and home-bound so much of the time (coughcough--see:mylife--coughcough) being able to "hang out" sort of, with other people who totally are going throught the same sort of stuff. It's awesome.

I can't do it. It made me so ridiculously depressed. And I don't even know why. I guess I like to live my life just floating through it with as cheerful an attitude as I can, not over thinking anything. If I start overthinking it, that's when I start getting sad. I'm not avoiding it, oh no, let me tell you. No cop out's here. I just don't want to center my life on my health problems--- at least, not any more than it is. I don't want my fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue to define who I am, and if all I do is associate with people with the same problems, talking about it, maybe not even complaing about it, but still focusing on it... I don't want my life to be like that. I want my health problems to be part of my life, not my whole life.

So, I was going to change this blog up to be more of a "fibromyalgia diaries" and be an uplifting tale of a young adult and how she deals with the daily trials of health issues... but screw that. I am who I am, I write what I write, and I'm happy as I am. No need to be a saint.

Dear Ellie--

Dear Ellie: You know what would be even more exciting that you being birthed sometime in the next 3 weeks? You being birthed in CALIFORNIA sometime in the next 3 weeks! Love, your Aunt Holly