"I workout because I know I would've been the first one to die in the Hunger Games."

Remember this?

This was March, 2015.  Almost one year ago. 145 pounds. Gah, I hate to even look at that picture!

And this is now:

Um, my apologies to you who are new to the blog. If you haven't seen me half-naked yet, you haven't read enough posts!  

And holy shit! Can you believe this is my body? I mean, I could barely clasp this damn sports bra last year and when I did, my boobs looked like boobs from the Victorian era:

I'm sure some men find this attractive...I, however, do not.

Not a whole lot of support when your boobs are flailing around directly under your chin.

But now...and after 3 days of not eating anything, down 5 pounds, I'm able to eat again (can you say Casey's pizza, anyone?) and workout and I walked home from dropping my car off at the mechanic's for an oil change and walked down there again this afternoon to get it (not that 5 blocks is all that far, but hey, it's something) and I laughed today with the librarian.  I mean, really laughed. Like I was actually enjoying myself! I don't think I've enjoyed myself in more than 2 weeks!  

Ahh, it feels good to feel good again....

And just so this post isn't all about my narcissism, herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre's Garfield:

Obviously, it's still cold in my house...So damn cute. 

"I must have a stronger, mutated version of the virus..."

You'll all be happy to know, I'm sure, that I finally - FINALLY - had a normal bm this a.m.

Never thought I'd be so happy to have that....

I didn't eat all day yesterday. In fact, the most I had to eat since dinner Tuesday night was a piece of toast and a cup of plain pasta....topped off with a load of Pepto-Bismol and Advil.

You can bet your ass that I will be gaining back those 5 lbs (& probably more) I lost in the next two days.  Pizza, here I come! Blueberry Pie, I'm going to finish you in one sitting!  Ah, hot dogs & Mac-n-Cheese, I've been thinking about you for days....your time has come!

Who craves hot dogs & Mac-n-Cheese? A 12-year-old boy, that's who.  Well, then so be it.  I'll be a 12-year-old boy for a day....probably get me more dates...

"Sometimes you feel all grown up, like you don't need a mommy.....and then you get the flu."

But, apparently, any mommy will do.

Remember this?

Not anymore, I'm not. 

*sigh*

I just start feeling like a semi-normal person after this damn head cold, which continues to linger, by the way.  I bet I blow at least a pound of snot out my nose daily.  It's great.  And then Tuesday/Wednesday @ 2:30AM, I got hit with.....death.  It was worse than the stomach flu, because the stomach flu goes away after 4 or 5 hours.  There's just no more.  Not this! I didn't know you could get dry heaves down south, but I'm proof you can. And the pain! Oh, the pain, the nausea, the discomfort, the sweats, the shakes, the passing out, the freezing on the bathroom floor.  It all lasted about 10 hours. 

And then I cried and called Shan, who's an EMT, and said, "I know I joke about this all the time, but seriously, could whatever-this-is be killing me?"  I cried. She came over. She took care of me. She called her doctor's office and found out that no, I'm not going to die...it'll just feel like it for 3-5 days. There's a bad GI bug going around that I got. Lovely. Diarrhea, no vomiting, severe nausea. Shan forced some Pepto down my throat to calm my stomach. I about refused to take any because I'd tried a sip some at around 7AM and was immediately back in the bathroom.  But I took it. And she told me to take Advil for the stomach cramps. I took it, though I was highly skeptical. 

I had one more bad bout and then I slept like the dead....and then I slept some more....and then I was finally able to take a bath and I tried a piece of toast (too soon) and then I slept some more.  And this morning, I was hopeful. I was really hopeful. And then.....not so much.  I downed some more Pepto and another Advil and I've been in the bathroom since 6:30.  

This shit may just kill me. 

But guess what? There's always a bright side...

I weighed 120lbs Tuesday morning. By Wednesday afternoon, I weighed about 115. Not exactly how I wanted to reach my goal weight and I know once I'm able to start eating again, I won't see 115 again, but just goes to show how god-awful this thing is.  

And if my employer allows me to keep my job after two weeks of different illnesses, it'll be a miracle. And if I'm able to not get depressed after all this shit, that, too, will be a miracle.  

I'm going back to bed. 

"I can't believe I've had this cold for 4 days already. I bet I'm dying."

Well, ok, I'm probably not dying but last night, when both nostrils were so plugged - even while wearing a BreatheRight strip- I was worried I was going to die from lack of oxygen.  And then I did what my friend suggested and rubbed some Vick's VapoRub under my nose, which just made my nose feel like it was on fire so then I just gave up on everything.  I don't even remember what it feels like to be able to breathe like a normal person. Will I get a sudden rush of oxygen to my brain and be able to think clearly again? Or, more likely, I'll pass out from so much clean air. My body will just go into shock.

I made it to the doctor today. Long story short, they're going to remove the mole next Friday. She told me to buy some Flonase and Claritin-D for this shitty head cold. She wrote me an "Amy's dying, please excuse her from work" note as a "just in case" and if I'm not better by Monday, I'm supposed to call her so she can then give me some real drugs. Because spending $30.00 for the soft-stuff wasn't enough.  *sigh*

I got home and slept for 3 hours. Woke up, tried to eat 1/2 a pizza (per my usual) but could only eat two slices (that's how you know I'm beyond sick....I can't eat) and slept for another 2 hours. So, one good thing - Claritin D apparently just knocks me out.  I'll take it.  I'll take anything that will help me sleep.

I have two more days to get better. It seems impossible.

"Being sick can seem like all fun and games...until you no longer live with your mom."

How old do you think this shit is?

A. 2015
B. 2006
C. 1999

What's your guess?  I'll tell you at the end of this sure-to-be-fabulous post.

I slept last night, but only because my brain couldn't function anymore. I couldn't breathe. In fact, I slept with a kleenex shoved up my right nostril - which is the damn nostril that's totally & completely plugged, yet out of nowhere, suddenly, I'll have snot running down towards my mouth.

Beautiful!

So I slept on a kleenex on my pillow to catch any residual snot and with another kleenex shoved up my nostril.  I'd taken some Mucinex D-something which obviously gave me no relief.  I went through 2 BreatheRight strips last night and neither did much good. I was up at 4. No point in even trying to sleep because it just causes misery.

I didn't go into work.  I figured if this doesn't constitute a sick day, what does? I mean, I can't stand without keeling over, so yeah, I'm pretty sure driving's out of the question.

Here's another sure sign I'm sick: I want to eat. Everything. All of it.  What's that about?

And....my temperature is 97 degrees.  Doesn't that mean I've been dead for, like, an hour? I'm pretty sure it does.

And...the answer to the above question:

1999

And...I just drank 3 tsp of that shit.  Good thing it's alcohol-free. How'd that happen? I wanted to see if the potency of that crap gets stronger as the years go by or if it just fades into nonexistence.  By the taste of it (though not by how I'm feeling) I'd say it gets stronger.  At least it hasn't made me puke.....yet.

This shit sucks.

"Hello, tampon makers? Can I get a silent tampon wrapper please? Sounds like I'm opening a bag of Sun Chips up in here."

So funny.

If this doesn't get a person down, I don't know what would.

1. I worked out Saturday & Monday a.m.  I can barely lift my leg to get into my super-freakishly-high bed.  Who bought this bed?
2. It snowed today. I'm sick of driving in this shit so today I hitched a ride with my friend, Shan. I expected to be at work all day even though I figured the kids would get out of school early (they were to go to the Y if that happened).  They did get out of school but Shan's husband drove to Atl to pick them (& me) up at 1:30 (got to me at 2:00).  I felt pretty shitty leaving the office 3 hours early because I've got a ton of work to do (what's up with that, anyway? Usually I'm bored....) AND because the attorneys gave us new office policies to abide by and here I was leaving early.  *sigh*
3. If I don't get fired this winter, it'll be amazing. 
4. Last night, around 11:00pm, my nose got stuffed up and I started sneezing.  My sinuses have gotten progressively worse and now I'm coughing and sneezing and breathing through my mouth, which you know I absolutely detest.  I have my trusty BreatheRight strip plastered over my nose. It's supposed to increase airflow by 31%....but 31% of zero airflow is still zero, isn't it?  Don't bother doing the math. It is. Zero. Zero airflow. 
5. At lunchtime today, I called to schedule a doctor's appointment to look at my bleeding mole (among other things).  As I was scheduling the appointment (Friday @ 8:15AM - hope it's not snowing!), I got the text from Shan saying her hubby was picking me up.  So, not only did I leave early today, I'm coming in late to work on Friday.  Seriously. Going. To. Get. Fired. 
6. And last but not least, I'm square. Seventeen days of non-squareness and today of all days, it has to rear its ugly frikkin' head. 

So let's talk about those office policies, shall we? Or maybe not...I forgot to bring them home so I could regale all of you with their sternness, so alas, you'll have to wait until tomorrow for my hilariousness to ensue.  That is, if I still have a job to go to to get those office policies and if I haven't died in my sleep from lack of oxygen or choking on my own snot.  I love this shit! 

"You have a mole. It's not even a cute one." -It's Happy Bunny

So this morning, while I was drying off after my bath, I noticed some blood marks on my torso.  I honestly had no idea where the blood wase coming from but it looked kind of weird...like almost dried or flaky.  Honestly, I didn't give it a second thought.  I have so many scraped on my hands, I figured it was from one of them.

Ah, but then I got my haircut tonight so took a shower when I got home to get the little hairs off of my body and there was blood again!  Only this time, it was clearly coming from the giant, ugly, raised mole I've had on my torso since childhood.  I remember, my older brother & I, when we couldn't sleep, would sneak down to the bathroom on the farm (because it was the only door in the house with a lock) and count each other's moles.

*eye roll*

We were obviously easily entertained.

This one has never bothered me. I mean, it's raised but it doesn't rub on anything (it's a bit high on my stomach on the right side, in case you need to know for identification purposes).  It's just an ugly mole that I don't give much thought to.

But now! Now, I'm paying attention! Hello you ugly little critter! Why are you bleeding?

What causes a mole to bleed?

Sufficient trauma can make any skin or moles bleed. This may happen accidentally such as shaving cuts. We are most concerned with moles that bleed with minimal trauma. It tells us the skin surface has been weakened or that the blood vessels under the skin are unusually fragile. A cancerous change or growth can cause such changes to the skin structures.

That's from http://www.skincheckwa.com.au/painful-itchy-crusty-scabby-red-moles-and-spots-on-skin.

Super! Great! Good! Just when I thought my body was finally getting better (haven't been square in 16 days - that's a record!) and I just started working out again......oh, wait. I wonder if that's what's caused it to bleed? Exercise?  Well, there ya go!  No more exercise for me!  :)

"Sex without love is nothing but exercise....Who wants a workout?"

I just worked out for the first time in a year.  I have a feeling I'm going to regret it tomorrow.

I was a bit amazed I was able to do all that I did.  I mean, granted, I could only do 18 tricep extensions each arm and almost dropped the 10lb weight on my foot, but still.  18? That's something.  And my legs will be sore tomorrow but they held me up through squats, burpees, jumping jacks, etc, etc, etc.

I'm constantly amazed when I look at my body in the mirror (because looking down at my stomach is distorting, I think, because all I can see are the fat rolls) how much weight I've lost....and incredibly grateful. I hear those damn peanut butter M&M's calling my name, but then I realize how much better I feel when I don't have an extra 20 lbs hanging on my frame.

Thank you low carb diet!

Ah hell, peanut butter M&M's, I'm coming to eat you!

"Who ate your bowl of sunshine this morning, thundercloud?"

Oh, so much to write about!  I suppose I should be happy that so much shit-storm is happening all around me so I have something funny to write about.....Eh.

It almost came to this today...

minus the celebrities, because let's face it....we're just a bunch of old unknown bitches.

Thankfully the Clash @ Cambridge didn't involve me, though I was in the vicinity.  Luckily, I didn't get sprayed with any blood (probably because I walked away - whew!).

The Clash actually started yesterday (though, in reality, I'm sure it started eons ago) and carried over into today.  I really thought it was going to come to blows.

These are grown-ass women.  Behaving like thugged-out teenage bitches.  Ridiculous. But fodder for my blog! Yeah me!

So, of course, the attorney's called a meeting late in the afternoon to hash it all out.  One of the fighters left the office before the meeting.  In tears.  I asked one attorney if we were still meeting without her and he said Yes.  I didn't like that. I mean, it was just going to become a bitchfest about that woman who wasn't there to defend herself....and granted, that's the choice she made and would she stand up for me in my absence? Hell no.  But I couldn't be a part of it so I expressed my reluctance to participate in the group-staff meeting (I think my exact words were, "I don't think this is a safe environment to express our feelings..." - The church finally comes in handy! Thanks, Pastor D for teaching me so damn much...) and so I was excused from the group meeting.  I didn't even have to unlock the door or answer the phone! It was 45 minutes of bliss.  And then they were done & I went in to meet with the attorney's individually.

Probably the best thing I could have ever done.

Compliments galore!  They were worried I was going to leave because I said something like I didn't think the whole atmosphere of the office was conducive to trust & respect so they were like, "Shit, she's leaving..."  I explained that if I wasn't in a good place myself, I probably would have walked out week 2.  But I am in a good place and if people want to be crazy cranky-pants, that has nothing to do with me and I can just ignore it.  However, I did say that one of the women scares me.  The other one, I can read well and figure out her mood and base how I deal with her from that (though a person shouldn't have to do that...).  But the one that scares me? She goes from calm to crazy in 1.2 seconds.  She's completely unpredictable.  A person like that should be feared.

Compliment, compliment, compliment.  Man, I wish these two bitches fought more often so I could hear how fabulously awesome I am, lol!  I screw up daily - DAILY - but somehow that's better than what's been going on so I left there feeling pretty darn good.

Monday is going to be SO exciting!

Here's the problem with having such a hyped-up day: I want to drink.  Bad. Bad. Bad.  I even thought about calling my newly-sober-friend and asking if he wanted to go shoot pool at the bar - sober, of course, but come on. Who am I kidding? A bar? Feeling like this? Stupid. And I knew it was stupid so I called an AA friend and he talked me off that ledge.

*head shake*

Would I blow 4 years of sobriety? For what? To unwind me from my day? A hot bath did just as well and my life isn't ruined afterward, so I think I made the right call.


I joined OKCupid again. Did I tell you that?  I think I did, but after I joined, I started chatting with a couple of guys...and then I got a message from a 22 year old hottie.  22.  Yep, 22.  I'm old enough to be his mother. But geez, he's so damn cute, how can I say no?  I went on a date with one guy (30) and while he was cute, it was ruined after he opened his mouth.  Fake laugh, anyone? It was as if he were Pinocchio pretending to be a real boy.  Weird. And another guy (31) who sent me a picture of him.....from probably 50 lbs & 10 years ago.  Am I the only one on that website who puts actual, real-life, right-now pictures of themselves up?  Another guy -totally cute- found out his picture was of this guy:

MLB player, Richie Shaffer

And it was this exact picture only cropped so you couldn't see the baseball cap logo.  Idiot.  I called him on it and he claimed it was really him so I said, "If you're really Richie Shaffer of the Tampa Bay Rays, WTF are you doing in Ames, IA?"  No response.  Really?

And today's hilarious message:  "I'm interested in having sex with you.  How can we make that happen?" 

I'm still pondering my response because I want it to be a zinger.  I just texted my extra-witty friend to see what he can come up with because my brain's too stuck on today's cat-fight. 

*sigh*

And now I think I'm calm enough since the fear of drinking is gone - Praise the FSM- to go snuggle with Garfield in my nice, cozy, comfy, warm bed.....

Have a good weekend, ya'all!

"shh bb, don't question it." -Hollow74

Ahhh, bliss in my new bed!  I do remember waking up around 2:30AM and thinking, "I should move over to the other side of the bed to keep things even...." and then not getting up until 8.  I mean, I still woke up - often - but not in pain, which was a nice change.  I could spend all day, every day in that bed.

There is one teeny-tiny, little, itty-bitty problem.  My nightstands are awfully low now.   So low, in fact, I'll never be able to read my alarm clock. (about 10" below my sight line!) The other one doesn't bother me so much, but I like to see what time it is each time I wake up.  So I ventured over to my folks' house today in the bitter cold (10 degrees, ouch!) and stole some blocks of wood to prop it up and that seems to be better.  All is right with my world.


I woke up from my nap today and thought....I'm never going to have sex again if I don't do something about it.  So I caved and logged back onto OKCupid.com.  Not that that's going to help me in the sex department, but at least it's entertaining and my friend is on there, so I laugh. A lot. Oooh, and not only that, I was browsing my "matches" and saw the husband of a friend of mine from CB!  I messaged him and said, "lol, is this who I think it is?"  My friend & I have a wager to see if this dude will 1. Hit on me (my friend thinks so) or 2. Immediately delete his profile and act like I didn't see what I saw (my guess).  Men. Pigs.

Why is it, every January, I rejoin OKCupid looking for a man? What's that about? What's up with January? Am I cold? Do I want to be warmed up? Or is it that I'm in a good mood b/c it's winter and so I want to spread my good mood around? I don't get it.  I told one guy on there that I join in January and then by February realize I don't want a man so I delete my account....then restart it next January. It's a vicious cycle. Which I happily run around in...

"Lift up your head, princess. If not, the crown falls."

Yep, this is me.  The Princess and the Pea, but only in the sense that we both sleep on really, really high beds....

With the missing center supports & hardware!

Almost done....

It's got Garfield's approval!!

*sigh*

I cannot take another day like today, but let me tell you.  I'm proud of how I handled it and have got to give credit where credit's due - thank you, Hydroxizine, for getting me to a place of calm & happiness in my life....and for keeping me there when the shit really hits the fan.  

I made it to NFM by 1PM.  They had me get out of my car (with my huge-horrible-disgusting sore killing me!) and make sure they were giving me the right stuff.  Like I would know.  Then I went to Target to return something (at which time I felt oozing in my groin - FUN!) and to Kohl's to spend my $10.00 Kohl's cash, because, can't let that go to waste (where I stuck a Kleenex down my crotch to catch the disgusting ooze....fun times!)  There's nothing like trying to shop when you're really, really not in the mood.  I found a pair of capri's for 7.00.  Whoo hoo.  

I left there in the midst of swirling, blowing snow and drove like a fiend home.  I got home, had to grab the keys to the folks' house and grab something from there; then to the post office to pick up my new phone case....and by the time I got home and settled and ready to eat LUNCH (dinner, really) it was 4:00PM.  I Scotch-guarded the fabric bed, took the plastic off the boxspring and mattress to air them out, finished up the laundry (washing the new mattress pad) and then set to work trying to figure out the damn instructions so I wouldn't look like a total idiot when my brother got here to help me put it all together.  

I looked like an idiot anyway.  He did all the work.  Thank you, Dad, for my new drill which came in really handy!!!  Love that thing!

And now, I'm going to take a hot, relaxing bath to wash off the grossness that is me and jump into my new, awesome (I sure as hell hope it's awesome!) bed, which Garfield seems to have commandeered for herself.  Nice.  So glad I bought that for her.  

Way to ruin my damn day, NFM

Oh holy crap, I'm pissed.

I wasn't pissed until just a moment ago....and now I. Am. Livid.

So, NFM showed up this morning, early, which was fantastic! I was so excited to get everything moved & set up.  I had taken apart my old bed, moved the headboard and rails upstairs, put it back together and just needed them to move the boxspring and mattress, which they happily did. And I cleaned. Boy, did I clean.  Good thing I did, too, because my bedroom looks like this after they left:

That's right, folks! No fucking bed.  Or, rather, I have all the parts (Here are the mattress & boxspring):

but no hardware to put it all together and no center rails.  WTF.

I'm awaiting a phone call from NFM, telling me they're sorry and they'll deliver my shit sometime next week and that's why I'm getting myself worked up.  I have to be pissed off to talk to them so they get their asses back out here TOMORROW, because no fucking way am I going all weekend sleeping on the couch.  And do you know why I would sleep on the couch instead of my old bed upstairs?  Because there's no TV upstairs! And it's freaking cold upstairs!  And I can't allow Garfield to run free upstairs! And why would I move off the damn couch, where it's warm and I'm entertained to upstairs where it's cold and blah?  Also, I can't (ok, I could but I don't want to) take another day off work just so their stupid asses can bring to my house the shit that should have been brought today!

Pissed.

Just got off the phone with customer service because I got tired of waiting for them to call me.  I was on hold for 10 minutes, all the while thinking they were probably dealing with other customers who didn't get their shit, either!  I talked to "Amy" (is that a good or bad omen?) and I told her I was very upset but that I knew it wasn't her fault so I was going to try my best not to yell at her.  I told her I'd taken the day off work, unpaid, which it's not, but they don't need to know that and that I don't/can't sleep on my couch because of my bad hips and back (I need to lay that on thicker...) and she said she's going to do some checking and call me back.  She did say they have everything in stock in their warehouse (isn't that nice?!? GRRRRRR) so in my mind, I'm thinking, I'm going to have to drive to fucking Omaha and pick up my own shit and put my own damn bed together and lure some random hometown dude into my home to help me get the mattress & boxspring onto the frame.

*sigh*

If you want something done right, I guess you really gotta do it yourself.

And not only that, the semi-handsome delivery guy (one of them, anyway) hit on me!  Straight up Hit. On. Me. Not that I wasn't flattered and not that I wasn't thinking which of them I could have sex with because I'm constantly thinking about sex these days, but come on!  I've invited you into my home, you know where I live, you think my only protection is a damn fat cat (which it's not - the baseball bat was behind my bedroom door just for moments like these... and the pepper spray was within arm-reach), I'm walking like I just got done riding a horse for 10 hours because of this god-awful fucking sore and you hit on me?

*sigh* Men. Idiots.

And no, I'm not going to complain about him hitting on me because I'm still considering my options, though they're pretty slim with this fucking sore.  Ain't nothing good happening "down there" for awhile....

"Laughter is the best medicine...except for treating diarrhea...."

It's been a good week. Are you as surprised as I am? Maybe it's because tomorrow is my Friday because my actual Friday will be spent admiring my new bed!

*sigh*

Can't come soon enough.

Everybody's been in a relatively good mood this week at work and that makes a world of difference.  I mean, there's still a lot of this going on:

Not directed at me or about me but I'm aware of it and my response is typically:

Just grin and bear it.  GRIN & BEAR IT.  That's all I gotta do.

A new sore started up yesterday a.m.  It's only gotten progressively worse and after the morning mail run, the lunch mail run and the afternoon mail run, of getting in & out & in & out of my car today, I'm about fed up.  It's not the worst one I've ever had, but it's certainly a nuisance.  Damn body.

Just make it through tomorrow....just make it through tomorrow...just make it through tomorrow....

For Aunt Hope.....and other book lovers

"Little Black Lies" by Sharon Bolton

Read it. Read it now.  I haven't read a book in 3 days since I started working at CLF; that's how good this book is.

I'm always a little let down after reading a good book.  I think it's because I worry the next one I pick up won't be near as good.  Instead of simply enjoying the story I just read, I'm already thinking about the next one.  *sigh*

Happiness is......a new bed!

Oh sweet jesus, why have I not done this earlier?!?

My newly sober friend (who had 30 days yesterday!) & I went to the city this morning to buy me a new bed, which I made clear he would never be in.  He said, "Not even a little chance?" No, not even a little. It's a new bed! Why do I want any skanky-ass men skanking it up?

Here's what I bought:

BeautyRest Marlee Plush - Hybrid - 50% memory foam, 50% springs

Container Marketing Novella Pewter w/ Shiny Chrome Nails

A Queen bed! I had thought I would get a full bed but then I got there and saw that with a queen bed I would get more options to choose from and I would feel like more of an adult with a queen. I had the best salesman - gay.  He was fantastic, no-nonsense, walked me through everything and answered every question I had.  He had me feeling a little bit like Goldilocks - "OK, lay down on this side of this one.  Now lay down on this side of this one. Which one do you like better?  Ok, now lay down on this one. Is this one better or worse?"  It was heaven to have so much attention paid to me and my hips.  I felt a little like the princess and the pea.  Why do so many fairy tales have to do with beds?

My friend and the salesman knew immediately which one I was going to get because they said as soon as I laid down on it, my eyes rolled back into my head.  It. Is. Bliss.  I know, I know, it'll take a few months to break in, but I will happily break it in!  I may not ever leave my bed.  And the good news is? They're delivering it FRIDAY!  So, yeah, I get to take the day off from work to get a new bed to sink into! And they'll even move my other bed to my guest room, as long as I have it taken apart.  No problem-o! And they'll put my bed together for me.  *sigh*  Thank you Nebraska Furniture Mart, for being part of my adult-adventure!

And not only that....I had to return some snow boots Mom had bought me for Xmas (they were too tight even though they were the right size) and so I exchanged them for....

A new bed. New pots & pans.  It's official. I'm an adult. 

AND, I had purchased a new cell phone on-line and it arrived yesterday!

Now I get it. Now I understand why everyone is on their phones all the time.  They're hard to resist.  I just want to keep playing with it & figuring out what it can do.  I mean, it was 3 years before I realized a button on my old phone would "lock" the phone.  Three years.  In three years, I won't even have this one all figured out!  It's nice and shiny and so much easier than my other one and I haven't noticed any spots, yet, in my house where I don't get any reception and it connects to wireless easily (though I'm too cheap to use it for the internet) and I can program different ring tones for different people and I can upload people's pictures to go with their contact or when they call, their pic will show up.  Fun!  

*sigh*

It seems like I went crazy and spent all this money, but I really didn't.  I've been very budget-conscious and a new bed is an investment, isn't it?  I can't imagine waking up and not being in pain.  What will that be like? As close to heaven as this girly is ever going to get.  

And now......nap time in my torturous bed.  So depressing.