Monthly Archives: September 2011

Things you should know…

I am not kid tested, or mother approved.

I am fluent in sarcasm, can be witty, and am a genuine person.

I am incredibly introverted and ridiculously shy. It can take me a long time to warm up to someone, and by the time I do they tend to move on.

I have very few close friends, and the ones I do have are pretty much older than me… which also means I don’t get out much.

I like reading usually paranormal, horror, true crime etc. I am crazy about ridiculous horror movies, and Indie Rom-com.

I have a dog, her name is Princess – she named herself as she is a ridiculous diva. No I do not dress her – Ok so she does have a winter coat and booties and a Halloween costume – the winter coat is because I live in the fucking Antarctica – well not really but I am sure the penguins move in during the winter, and she is a chihuahua with teeny tiny paws – yes she is a ridiculous dog that does fit in my purse, and no I do not put her there.

I also have 2 ferrets Akida and Rue, They haven’t lived with me in over a year.

I collect Pez Dispensers – I have some vintage ones that have never been opened.

The Wizard of Oz is one of my favorite shows.

I use curse words… A LOT, seriously I am pretty sure I could make a trucker blush some days. My niece counted the amount of times I swore in the car one day, she got to 25 before she looked at me and said “I give up, this is too hard, you swear to much.” We had only been in the car maybe 15 minutes. Surprisingly she has only used the word shit once, and she used it in the correct context so I could not even get mad at her.

I would like to write a book one day, however; I have no idea about what and I am a professional procrastinator.

I have had 4 jobs in my entire life, I was a life-guard, a computer sales person, an electronics assembler (I have a journey ticket in electronics assembly), and I now work in a metal fabrication shop.

I do believe the Zombie Apocalypse will happen, and when it does I will be completely ready for it. Laugh all you want, but don’t come looking for me because I will trip you to save myself.


Sickness and Massages oh My…

I am sick, and by sick I mean half dead. OK so maybe not BUT I sure feel like I could just fall over and die. Last week my supervisor type person was walking around the shop kind of sick, he assured me that it was just allergies but I was skeptical. He was stuffed up and coughing – OK so I could have almost believed it was allergies until he came forward and told me that he was cold, and achy and then I looked at him and said “you, stay out of this office until you are better, I do not want to get sick.” Of course he laughed at me, through the week I just kind of stayed away and hoped I did not get sick. Well Friday night roles around and I am out before 9:30pm, which is unheard of for me. Saturday I woke up, felt a little gross but nothing to major – a bit of a head ache and stuffy nose but that’s not abnormal for this time of year. And then Sunday, I woke up and I had a wicked cold, and by wicked I mean this thing could be the cousin to the plague, I am sure death is sitting outside my window waiting for me to just roll over and stop kicking.

My lungs are all congested, my sinus’ are so backed up that nothing is moving – seriously how much snot can one person make? I have spent almost 40 dollars on cough medicine, pills that help me breath but don`t make me drowsy, syrups that warms and makes me sleepy for night, camphor oil for my chest so I can breath, all of it mucous relief. So now I not only smell like a rank old lady but I also sound like a little old lady that has smoked for about half her life and could quite possibly have slept out in a soggy went box over night.

Put this nasty cold on top of incredibly sore shoulders, and migraine after migraine which I think is because of my sinus’ being backed up, and because mother nature is a menopausal bitch that cannot make up her mind if the weather should be cold or hot. I have not been in to the gym in over a week. So today, I decided I was going to make an appointment to get a massage. I have had several massages in the past – all of which have been quite enjoyable, so I make an appointment at a place that has come with high recommendations from a few people.

I get to my appointment, fill out the necessary paperwork and meet with Mark – my massage therapist. I am a little nervous as I have never had a male massage therapist but soon am comfortable and things get going. Let me tell you, this massage is NOTHING like I have ever had before. This guy is pushing, and pulling and moving limbs and it hurts. Not a lot but on a pain scale of 1 – 10, 1 being no pain, 10 being OMG STOP TOUCHING ME!!! I am sitting between a 5 and 7 and then… he has me lay on my back, raise my arm over my head and he proceeds to work my pectoral something or other muscle… and holy shit, I almost went through the damn roof, apparently this muscle was really really angry and really really tight. This continued for a full hour people – 60 friggen minutes of pure torture, by the end I was glad that it was over. Mark left the room and I got dressed, and while I was getting dressed I noticed something, my arms moved, freely no pain when I went to do my bra up, no pain when I put my shirt on, no pain when I rotated my shoulder, NO PAIN.

It has been 2.5 hours since my massage ended and by this time I am usually going, for fuck sake, I need to go back already because I am in pain!!! I am still pain free, my arms are still moving, are the places that were worked a little sore? Yes they are. Will I go back? Yes, yes I will, I am a bit of a masochist, but this was quite possibly the BEST massage I have had in my entire life.

Change – I suck at it….

I keep saying things are going to change with my blog, and I have all the intentions in the world BUT… it never happens.

I want it to happen, and I know where my problem lies – and that is with the fact that I keep a daily journal of things on a different site, and I do not want to do the same entry twice, so for the next little while I am going to stop doing it over there and do it more here.

However; this blog started out as a weight loss blog, I think I will be changing that because – well lets face it I suck at blogging about weight loss, will it show up? Yeah more than likely because its part of my life but I would like to focus more on things I love, but I really don’t know what I love anymore – I kind of lost myself somewhere between being 18 and 28. Sometimes I think that I am the same girl I was at 18, and then I think OMG I don’t even know who that girl is or was – seriously at 18 I didn’t know what I liked. So in the gigantic scheme of things nothing has changed 28-year-old me still doesn’t have a clue who I am or what I like.

I think I will use this blog to figure out who Pix really is, and what she really loves in life… thats my goal anyways – if I stick to it like I stick to everything else this could be a gigantic disaster.