So What Wednesday

Linking up with my BBFF (Blogging Best Friend Forever) Shannon at Life After I "Dew" for another edition.

So WHAT if...

• I had frosting for dinner Monday night and marshmallows for dinner last night? When you have yogurt and open face turkey sandwiches on rice cakes, you've got some calories to spare. 
• I am content with frosting as dinner? It's my favorite consistency. Not baby food, but more of a FroYo/mashed potato/frosting/smoothie type. I swear if all food was like that, I would have no problem having a balance diet.
• I got birthday thank you cards for my office mates? They had cupcakes on them and it wasn't until I was back in the office that I saw the cupcakes had a candle in them. I'll take it like lighting a candle in vigil for my departure. I'm delusional enough in my grandeur.
• I keep contemplating getting a legit blog design? I get gun shy when it comes to making the decision though. I can't justify a blog design over lattes. Priorities until mama gets a bigger paycheck or a sugar daddy. Cross your fingers for both.
• I am excited to start my new job? I get to organize and color coordinate objectively. Hence why my life is a little cray cray but work life is legit Container Store and Martha Stewart labeled and contained.
• I am just posting my SWW after lunch? Lots to do away from the desk like visiting with soon-to-be-former co-workers.

That Moment

Country songs will tell you that you have that "moment" where everything clicks and you know that it's meant to be.

I have those moments and call them deja vu. Legit will have a dream where I'll talk about something that, at the time, I do not understand but when I'm in the moment, I know exactly what I'm talking about. Those are moments when I know I'm exactly where I'm meant to be in time and space. Whether it's the path I'll be on for awhile, in that moment, I'm there. Those affirmations are what let's me know that I'm not drifting aimlessly through the universe.

Crazy, perhaps, but I had another type of moment last night.

I was HeyTell-ing with my girl Shannon and we were ranting about our days, chatting about random things, you know, girl talk. I was having dinner dessert of spoonfuls of Betty Crocker Rich & Creamy Chocolate Frosting (made with real Hershey's Dutch Cocoa) when I received this pic from Mrs. Dew:

"Having this for you" 

This moment? Is how I knew that we are sisters from another mother. Granted, she only had a spoonful since she was legit baking a cake for co-workers, I was having multiple spoonfuls and contemplating a spatula to get the last bits out, thankyouverymuchPMS. She knew that I had ranted about wanting Red Vine straws with my soda and was denied because they are made with flour so I was drowning my sorrows in gluten-free frosting.

Although we've never met, we have blogged, ranted, HeyTell-ed, texted, and just generally gotten to know each other over the interwebs. Basically, we are modern day pen pals. And that? Is pretty cool.

Getting My Art On

This weekend, I cashed in my Groupon to Art by the Glazz. It's a painting class with a bar. Basically, heaven on earth.

I had done Canvas & Cocktails in Denver before and thought that I could add to my artwork here.

The picture for the evening was On the Waterfront. Sounds easy, right? I mean, I would receive some direction to get this, right?

I'm all over this.

And then the class started.

There wasn't so much teaching as it was, get started and we'll walk around the room. So? I painted what I know. Colorado sunsets. None of this waterfront crap. And I totally wrecked my at-home mani. But then again, it was a wreck of a mani to start with, so it wasn't a total loss.

Also? There was a girl in the class who probably consider better friends since no one told her that she had an obscene tag still on one of her layers.

I mean, how could you NOT notice?

 To review, I'm not good at painting unless you give me direction and I will be left to my own devices.

And really, Homeland Sunset deserves some more prominence. Let's be fair.

Yeah, that's the Colorado flag.

When the class walked around, someone commented on my clouds as some modern artist's color degradation series. Whatever. I'll take it.

So What Wednesday

Linking up with Shannon at Life After I "Dew" and saying SO WHAT!

So WHAT if...

• This is my first blog post of the week? I had Monday off, yesterday was busy at work, and well, I didn't do it.
• My mom scolded me for using "tards" in a blog post title? I asked if she read the post to see that I was copying another blogger's post into mine and that wouldn't be fair to change her product. My mom didn't read the post. I told her to scold once fully informed.
• I'm back to eating all the delicious food after only a week? I know I said that I was in for the long haul and it's easy, but really, I wasn't doing it for any other reason that showing people that it could be done.  And it was cramping my social life. Moving on.
• I am considering becoming a Caps fan? I was only a mediocre (at best) Avs fan and I don't actually own any Avs gear. I figure I should have at least some fan gear for my new home, yes?
• I still have no idea where I'm going to live? I have some time, but not a whole lot. I'll figure it out because I'll have to figure it out. 
• I have already filed my taxes? The day I get my W-2, I'm online and filling out the forms to get my money back. I'm a simple filer, so it's cake, easy, and gets me some money I was gracious enough to loan the government interest free.
• I may have suffered minor brain damage by completing my DC return by hand? It was my first time not using software and I was skeptical (read: brain damaged) sifting through the information, but once I went line by line, it was cake.
• I'm going to get rid of my precious DVR? Mama needs to save as much dough as possible given that the gravy train is over on January 27.
• I have an insane DVD collection? If I don't have cable, then I'll have DVDs to watch while my shows are loading on my computer. Win-win.
• My DVD collection has a lot of animated movies? They warm your heart and make you giggle. Why wouldn't you have them?

Just WebMD It

Just like Hot Messer, a/k/a Leah Messer from Teen Mom 2, (Trademark: Shannon at Life After I "Dew"), I thought I would WebMD my symptoms I've had lately.

OK, so she used google, but I didn't want to confuse the issue with Twilight.

No? Just me? Oh, that's right, I watched it every night for 8 nights in a row in Denver because that was the only DVD I had with no cable.

Anyway, back to WebMDing it.

On Monday night, I had a great workout, a great first day Clean eating, had a great fashion convo via text about what to wear to training at the new job, and then around 10pm, it hit me. It was hard to swallow and I was uber achy. I didn't really feel bad Tuesday morning, probably adrenaline.

And then I was hit with a Mack truck around 10pm again. Like, a Mack truck hauling a shit-ton of cement barriers.

In fact, ask anyone who saw me on Wednesday, and they will tell you exactly how crappy I looked. Including the doctor.

Once the doctor was asking me about symptoms, she starts telling me about things she's going to test. (Side note, this happened in September when WebMD told me I might have bubonic plague or just tonsillitis, whatever.) Naturally, in the mean time, I get out my handy WebMD app and confirm that I, in fact, must be pre-cancerous, or plagued, or some other ancient slash Oregon Trail disease.

All the tests turned out negative, but based on my responses to her symptoms - fever, aches, sore throat, headache, nausea, exhaustion (Legit fell asleep in the exam room, in a span of 10 minutes) so she rattled off what I was going to take so quickly that I didn't comprehend the whole regimen.

Dramatics may have ensued when I realized the doctor said that I had to get a shot in my ass. Yeah. My. Ass.

This shot? Was no joke. Oh, and the CNA that drew the short straw to stick my ass opted for my arm. Because "there's enough tissue." (Read: You wave twice, so I'll take the arm over the ass.) As it started, there was intense pressure and heat as the medicine worked through my arm and chest. I got so woozy she laid me down and pulled the biohazard bag over in case I chose to vom.

Granted, you might think how awful that was. I would beg to differ if you were feeling anything that I was before the shot. This was a magic shot because I could move again, swallow again, and not wish for death. It was magic juice that I will ask for next time if I get this bad again.

Can we also talk about how crazy your sleep and dreams become when you're fevered? Legit brought real life into the book I was reading. What book would be crazy in DC? How about Storm of Swords. It's the third book in the Game of Thrones series that is about medieval fantasy world with a form of zombies, wars, amputations, assassinations, dragons, betrayal, love, families, and big words that I have to look up. I mean, dragons flying around the Washington Monument and knight turning Metro buses into lightening bolts is a normal dream, right?

I digress.

Moral of the story, don't trust google or WebMD for diagnosis.

Let's Get Real

Let's all generally acknowledge some truths: facebook is an escape slash passive aggressive friendships. Twitter is 140 character brags slash complaint vehicle. Blogs are the little part of the internet which is all yours.

So when people post this, it makes me a little cray cray:

Here's why:
Football is just a game. It's not serious. The book of faces is something that gets me through the day. But really when someone tries to say that celebrating the victory of a sports team is a dense face about American culture, I want to know what's so wrong about that if I'm also doing my part to charitable organizations?

Really? I mean, I would like to know who I have to make my check out to for starving kids in Steamboat Springs, Colorado so I can celebrate a Bronco win without judgment. (Side note, median rent in Steamboat was $1,139 in 2009 with average income at $63, 698. You're not living in Steamboat if you're without at least a car. Just sayin'.)

Just because I don't get up on a soapbox about how much money I personally have raised for charity and the number of hours devoted to organizations does not mean that my fb status of "WOOHOO!!! BRONCOS WIN!!! CAN'T WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK TO TAKE ON THE PATS!!" does not mean that I am not aware of the current predicament that American society and the world as a whole have created a strain on limited resources.

Oh, and the Steelers fans don't have that jubilant outlook, so conversely, shouldn't their dismal attitudes be put to work to better the world? I mean, they are already wallowing in their self-pity.

Sorry to burn the Steelers fans, but I can't help it.

Clean Eating

So, somehow, I talked into doing the Clean program. It's a book from some guy, Gweneth Paltrow has done it and loves it, but really it's a 3-week detox. What does this mean?

I got suckered into trying some juice drinking, caffeine & alcohol depriving, major allergen depriving cleanse.

Granted, I have done this before and for much longer by the time everything is said and done, but I'm hoping this time it will be easier since I'll have four other people with me on this.

Basically, you get a juice/shake for breakfast and then a meal at lunch and then a shake at dinner. The meal part is a little tricky because the foods cannot be oranges, grapes, bananas, nightshades (tomatoes, potatoes - thank you, Jeopardy), or corn, no dairy or eggs, no soy, no gluten (I've got that on lock), no red meat, pork, or raw fish, no peanuts, and no refined sugars.

Does that list sound familiar? Yeah, that's what I did back in September 2010 which led me to find gluten es no bueno for me.

I start this crazy road today. I have prepped by not having caffeine for the last three days which means that my headache won't be debilitating at work. We have also worked out a schedule of lunch making so that we don't have to eat the same thing. Also? We have someone in the group to be the juice chef. That means that I have someone delivering my juices/shakes everyday. (Side note, we work together, so it's not like she's coming over to my house a la The Devil Wears Prada.)

I do love how I feel when I'm eating "clean". The time will pass in a blink and before you know it, I can have cheese again. Because, let's be honest, we all know my love of cheese.

Seriously though, I cannot wait to have the kick ass sleep that I got when I was eating whole foods, eradicated all processed foods and generally ate better.

OK. Let's really be honest. I'm doing this for the sleep because it's that damn good. I can suffer through the cravings for the first 3 days or so just to have that blissful sleep. Like I had this weekend. Yes. I slept until 2:30pm. Granted, there were periods of consciousness where I would check fb and twitter, but for the most part, I slept.

Summation of this post, please accept my apologies in advance for anything I say, do, or post out of Hanger (hungry anger) and I love to sleep. Actually, point is, I really love to sleep.

Oh and one last thing:

LET'S GO BRONCOS!!! That's one fine man that threw that game winning cannon to Demariyus Thomas in overtime. I can't wait for Saturday to watch them take on the Pats!