This weekend….

Well, Carmageddon was nothing; in fact, I’ve never seen the 405 freeway so swiftly moving on a Friday.

So, driving down on Friday night, getting to the Valley early, Cousin H and I went to eat at PF Changs, the Denny’s of Chinese food, so Sis says.  We had a nice meal, managed to stay pretty quiet and had an awesome waiter.

Saturday saw us grabbing coffee at Starbucks so we could use their internet to get directions to our dance class that didn’t involve the freeway.  Saw a wonderfully fun pale colored outfit in the window of a shop and had to run in and buy it.  Lacy, frilly, pink and beige….so un-me.  I wore it Saturday night and it was well received, I looked like I was going to a kid’s birthday party – fun.  Back to Sis’ place for sitting around and getting ready, then off to dance…it was a long 2.5 hours.  Two classes, Dancing in Character and then a belly dance class.

Dancing in Character, which ended our class by dancing the little routine as a zombie.  Teacher, “Who knows what a zombie’s motivation is?”  Me, “BRAINS!!!!”  Yes, I said it fast and loud…I mean, when you know the answer, you just do.

The Belly Dance class was tough, she picked a slow, sexy song to dance to – while my moves (due to my ginormous ass) were complemented – I had a hard time moving so slow.  My calves still hurt today.

Saturday night we went to House of Blues and watched The Devil’s Playground do a comic book themed burlesque show.  It was a really fun show – however, it started late and ran late…it didn’t finish until 1:45, which screwed me because the metro stops running at midnight. :-/

When I mentioned this to Sis she said she had the same issue with another Devil’s Playground show she went to, it really was upsetting because she had work the next day.  All I can say is, when you’re producing a show, it should start on time +/-  5 minutes.  If your acts aren’t ready then you should shuffle them or have a few fillers, almost like an understudy set of dancers.  However, I’m not a producer of anything but carbon dioxide, so I’ll just shut my mouth.

Sunday Cousin H and had had a nice brunch and went to the movies.  Because she had no interest in Harry Potter we saw Bridesmaids.  It was a funny enough movie, but it made me so uncomfortable for the main character I was squirming in my seat.  I guess some of it cut too close to my own situations…or how I perceive them.

The drive home, also a freeway-based non-event, got us home around 10:30ish…we left late from Sis’ because we couldn’t stop bull-shitting.

However, I woke up Monday with the cold CreepyKid caught from visiting a day-care last week, so I’m going to have a fun time with it.  Luckily it’s not killing me like the last one.

This week, looking forward to ComiCon (and time off work) and then only thinking about my High School reunion and then CreepyKid’s move in to her dorm. :-$

Why You Should Always Have a Drink to Take Pills….

Otherwise entitled, something else gross and/or stupid I’ve done.

So there I was, trying to help out my poor addled brain by taking Ginseng.  I’ve heard good things and so I was giving it a whirl.  This particular brand was powdered ginseng in a vegan capsule.

It was early, I was driving CreepyKid to school on a weekend (she had games, bad events, etc.) and as I was driving home I decided to take my morning supplements.  Looking ‘round the car, I had nothing to drink, no water, no coffee, not anything; I decided “I don’t REALLY need water to swallow pills...” and swallowed my ginseng…which immediately got stuck in my throat.

There I am, driving, swallowing, stroking my throat trying to urge the pills down; I figured “I’ve probably swallowed them down, it just feels like it’s stuck in my throat.”  So I sat there, confident in my reasoning, driving home and thinking that I’ll have a giant glass of water when I get there.

Apparently I swallowed a bunch of air while trying to get the pills down, and I belched, a lovely, dusty, cloud of ginseng issued forth from my throat, coating the inside of my mouth and nose and dusting my steering wheel.

So children, what we’ve learned is….always wash down your pills with something…or avoid capsules filled with powder.

This weekend was pretty good.  After I covered from looking at my daughter’s college bill, I went down to the L.A. area for the weekend.

I took an old friend out to dinner, it was a nice meal and it was fun catching up.  Had you asked me 20 years ago, would I be swapping health horror stories with friends of course I would’ve said no..or HELL NO…or something, but that’s what we ended up doing.  Hilariously, the guy in the booth next to ours insisted in putting his two cents into our conversation…luckily I’ve trained for that all my life, thanks family, so I could roll with his punches.  Then I said a few things he didn’t want to hear – I win.

Saturday, Cousin H and I took a 1920’s style dance moves class -  now I can incorporate the Charleston into my routines with flare!  I enjoy those classes, because I often wonder how bad I actually am, but I managed to keep up with the rest of the class…oh, and the exercise was great too.

Sunday Cousin H and I headed home, stopping at the grocery store to pick up a few odds n ends.  We got home at a reasonable time, which is always good – I dislike Faire season when I roll up to the house at 11:00PM knowing that I have to go to work the next day. :-/

Yes, I Was Sick

And let me tell you…that was the worst cold or flu or plague…whatever virus it was took me down.

Like most folks, not a big fan of being sick, but if I am, I’d rather a raging fever with vomiting and other horribleness for about 24-48 hours and then I’m done.  I am not in favor of that nagging, tired, achy, dragging-on-for-weeks type of cold.  I got a hybrid…FUN!

While I didn’t have to give up my stomach’s contents but the once, I had no real desire to eat or drink and when I did make the attempt my throat was so swollen hardly anything fit.  I sent down some potato chips and French-fries, salty, jagged food that would teach both my virus AND my throat a lesson.

After completely flying off the handle at work on Wednesday – I still have a job, and while I’m not a big fan of my delivery, the content was 100% on the mark – I came home, hit the couch and that was all she wrote.

Not sure when I changed but I did…into pajamas, a-top, sweater and then under the cover of a shawl and several sheep-skins I sweated away sleeping for three days.  I only emerged to take NyQuil, go to the bathroom and try to swallow some water.

Feverish and dizzy I was of little help to anyone in my house…luckily I live with self-sufficient people so I didn’t have to worry about it...in fact, I was fetched for and doted on, which was nice.  Quick now…I need a chocolate shake…and to video stream Matlock, STAT!

Yes, on Saturday I tried to play some WoW…but all that sitting upright was too much for me…the physical exertion of clicking a mouse, and…and…yes…[violin music playing here] using my left hand on the keyboard…after a short time I retired to couch.

Sunday was better…though I couldn’t be upright for long, I did enjoy much longer bouts of consciousness.

Monday I was CURED!  Well, not really, my throat still complained when I drank my pine-orange-banana-broken glass-rock salt juice but I persevered…and sent some rum down before to numb the area.  I’ll show YOU throat.

Interestingly I was able to get better just long enough to get very little done before going to work the next day…so in that respect it was just like every other weekend.

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