Thursday, August 23, 2012

Catch Up Time

Not catsup or ketchup time. Time to catch up. Got it? Good.

This is like a Thursday wrap-up for my Inelegantees or Randomeers or just followers. Whatever you want to be called if you read my blog regularly (or at least as regularly as I post which isn't regular at all). Hmm. I have the weirdest feeling that I'm either still slightly inebriated or manic. Or both.

But, anyway! I have all these ideas in my head to write up, but no time to write them lately. And when I do have time, the words don't flow. So this is just going to be a very random post.

Phone update: My phone is very much like a toddler who wants to repeat her favorite words: shit, daddy, hottie, Hu, Jim, ver and various random letters that might be words in a language I'm not familiar with... I'll be contacting Verizon today to see exactly how much it will cost to exchange this phone for the iPhone 4s.
Hellion as a toddler. I don't really remember her favorite words.
Abuela and some other Spanish word for  monster that I have no idea how to spell. And no, of course.
Getting healthy update: I have not been getting healthy food and exercise wise at all. Too much alcohol. Too much fatty, unhealthful food. Not enough exercise. Though I did discover I can work my abs, thighs and butt while driving - enough to be a little sore the next day. I'm trying to decide between hosting another DietBet and joining the Whole Life Challenge or possibly both. The Whole Life Challenge would be, well, challenging to say the least. I don't eat fruits or vegetables much. Basically everything I do eat is on the "not allowed" list. But I realize I feel like shit for a reason and my crappy diet plays a big part in that. I'll be writing a blog post about this soon and will be having some giveaways. So come back!

Bipolar update: I'm still having some manic times. Or I'm just happy. My daughter asked if I was drunk already last night (at 6:30 pm) and I hadn't had anything to drink. She said she's not used to seeing me so talkative and happy. This greatly saddened me. And, btw, I hadn't had a single alcoholic beverage. I absolutely despise the Zyprexa. I have dry mouth - actually dry entire body and I'm hungry ALL the freaking time. I also crave salty foods like you wouldn't believe. Because that's not enough, even if I take it at 7:30 or 8 at night, I'm still groggy until about 9 the next morning. Between the Zyprexa and the Effexor, my memory is crap, I'm gaining weight, and I've lost what little sex drive I had. So yah, there's a trade-off for being stable on meds. You get fat, senile, drowsy and become celibate. Lovely indeed.

Can't remember where this came from, so if it's copyrighted and I need to take it down just let me know!

RAK: I used to be really big on random acts of kindness but I've been slacking of late. Last night I gave up my chair at the concert to a pregnant lady and that got me thinking. I'm going to start a monthly giveaway for RAK. None of my giveaways will be great - I'm not rich and I have no "sponsors", but hey it'll be something free for doing something nice.

Moving: I'm all moved but not all unpacked. The boxes are starting to stress me out. Hopefully I'll get them unpacked this weekend.

That's enough for now, lovelies. Please take a moment and comment so I don't feel so alone out here in cyber world! Also I'm rushed so just ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes, please!!

Monday, August 13, 2012

Harajuku Girls

I almost started this post with, "Well, tweeties..." I guess that shows you where I spend most of my time. Or spent as the case may be - since I've had no internet at home and little time or patience to be on my phone  all the time keeping with ally my internet friends. It's quite humbling how many appear to miss me; i.e. hardly anyone.  But I adore those who do, and even some who don't, and in the world of the internets you take it (or try to) with a smile and shake of the head and keep moving along.

Anyhow! Over the past few weeks I've had several posts built up in my head but never quite seemed to make it to a computer or even to pen and paper to get them out there. And now here I sit at what used to be one of my favorite places trying to remember what it was I had to say that I thought people might find interesting. My mind is completely blank. I blame the new meds 150%. And maybe the chaos in my life: separation, moving, etc. All things I can't write about right now but will in the future when they aren't so fresh and possibly painful topics for others.

So instead, I'll tell you about my new phone. The phone I HAD to have. The phone I spent a lot of money I couldn't afford to spend, trying to justify it with the fact that my old phone would go to my husband to either replace his phone with the cracked screen or our daughter's phone with the even more cracked screen.

This is my phone.
My new Samsung Galaxy S III. Not all it's cracked up to be.

 This is my phone case. I didn't realize it was a 3-d phone case. That swivels to show a mirror.
Super cute case from HD Accessory. Cost me a whopping $13, and I've already
dropped my phone twice today and it's still in good shape.

 I didn't pay that much attention. I thought it was super cute and just painted on the case. The gals at work are now calling me a 15-year-old girl. But only because they're jealous they don't have a phone case that is so freaking adorable AND also useful because it doubles as a mirror!  A real mirror - not just pretending-the-apple-on-the-back-of-their-iPhone-is-a-mirror mirror. Every time I look at the case I smile, and then I start singing Gwen Stefani's song about harajuku girls.

The battery is supposed to be better than my iPhone's was. Yah, that has NOT proven to be true.  The screen is fabulous. I was really looking forward to the 8 megapixel camera, but I'm finding most of my pictures are blurry. Operator error, I'm sure! I'm  partly loving the swiping keyboard thingie. (Yes, I know you love my technical terms.)  Except that it just flat out refuses to work on some words.  So in case you read my Facebook statuses, tweets, or I text you, here's a translation guide for you!

What I type vs What my phone decides I want

  • I'm = Jim
  • for = shit or good
  • you = Hu or tty
  • short = shot
  • hot = shit
  • stalk your house = stab good horse (don't ask)
It's a short list since I haven't had the phone long, but you can imagine what my texts have been like lately. Numerous people have asked me who Jim is... I don't know, people! I did NOT type Jim in my phone. The phone seems to come pre-programmed with certain names. A friend of mine texted me, "Um, I'm not Jim. I'm [insert name here]." I told him it was the damn phone; that it likes Jim more than I'm. I have a vague suspicion that he and many others don't believe me and are convinced I have a secret lover named Jim. Sorry, folks, that's just not the case. If only my life were that interesting - I'd have so much more to blog about. Except then it wouldn't be a secret. Oh, never mind!

So, if you get this message, "Jim going to eat", please remember that Jim means I'm. Jim is most certainly not going to eat. Or if you read, "Hu want to join me shit a coffee?", it means "You want to join me for a coffee?" Although coffee is a diuretic, so it could be true, but I wouldn't ask Hu to join me for that.

Well, now you all know that i haven't disappeared completely. I'm still around. And writing more random and awkward posts! I'll be moving this weekend and hopefully have internet at home next week, so you'll get lots more of my randomness soon!