I really have nothing interesting (at least that I consider interesting) to tell my 2 blog followers...but here's a list of things that's happened to me in the past, oh I don't know, few weeks or so. They're in no particular order because I can't remember that kind of stuff.
I got really sick, and got a steroid shot, steroid pills, antibiotics, prescription strength sinus & cough medicine, and an inhaler - which I learned have been re-formulated and re-named HFA's because some silly kids were inhaling the contents to get high instead of to relieve asthma symptoms. When I take them all together I feel how I would imagine someone who is coked out feels. And no, I do not look like the Hulk...yet.
I had a garage sale, and made like $100 bucks for basically sitting in my garage drinking while people gave me money for my old crap.
I turned 25. Upon reaching this landmark age, my car insurance premiums were reduced by $76 every 6 months. I learned this when my insurance agent called me, sang me happy birthday on the phone, and then told me she was sending me a check for $76.
I took a couple carloads of friends to the bar-n for a birthday party. Among the happenings: kosher beef, sex on the balcony, and extreme drunkenness/hungoverness (although I think that's a given). Birthday gifts included: two matching bruises on the same spot on each arm (not sure how they got there), the aforementioned really bad cold, a freaking awesome jam jar jammed (no pun intended) with $54 in $1 bills.
I'm in the process of registering for pre/post partum doula, breastfeeding counselor and birthing class instructor training. I'm hoping one of the area hospitals would have a need for someone with those certifications...or I'll need to get an SBA loan and start my own for hire practice.
And of course, it should go without saying, but for the sake on rambling on... work is nuts, getting nuttier, and making me even more nuts than I already was.
I got really sick, and got a steroid shot, steroid pills, antibiotics, prescription strength sinus & cough medicine, and an inhaler - which I learned have been re-formulated and re-named HFA's because some silly kids were inhaling the contents to get high instead of to relieve asthma symptoms. When I take them all together I feel how I would imagine someone who is coked out feels. And no, I do not look like the Hulk...yet.
I had a garage sale, and made like $100 bucks for basically sitting in my garage drinking while people gave me money for my old crap.
I turned 25. Upon reaching this landmark age, my car insurance premiums were reduced by $76 every 6 months. I learned this when my insurance agent called me, sang me happy birthday on the phone, and then told me she was sending me a check for $76.
I took a couple carloads of friends to the bar-n for a birthday party. Among the happenings: kosher beef, sex on the balcony, and extreme drunkenness/hungoverness (although I think that's a given). Birthday gifts included: two matching bruises on the same spot on each arm (not sure how they got there), the aforementioned really bad cold, a freaking awesome jam jar jammed (no pun intended) with $54 in $1 bills.
I'm in the process of registering for pre/post partum doula, breastfeeding counselor and birthing class instructor training. I'm hoping one of the area hospitals would have a need for someone with those certifications...or I'll need to get an SBA loan and start my own for hire practice.
And of course, it should go without saying, but for the sake on rambling on... work is nuts, getting nuttier, and making me even more nuts than I already was.
...i'm intrigued by the aforementioned "balcony sex."
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