January 5th, 2010 | Author: trancejen
So.
New Year’s Eve was a good time. I went to a party here in the ‘hood, and noshed on food and swilled beers with a great many people I went to high school with. The only downside was that nearly everyone there was smoking pot.
I don’t get the pot thing, people. To me it smells and tastes like flaming cat poo. All it does is make one hungry and stupid, and as one who is already usually both hungry and stupid, why should I bother?
It’s a total waste of time and money.
Still, the party was fun, and my two friends and I spent the night so as not to be out driving on New Year’s Eve, a night which is a veritable free-for-all for the police.
Since New Year’s I have been on a liquid diet.
Before you scream at me and tell me that this is grossly unhealthy, let me stop you right there and tell you that it’s only for five days, and only to shrink down my hungry hungry little stomach so that I can diet in a healthy fashion without feeling as if I am starving all the time. My father does this frequently and it seems to work well for him.
So far I have lost four pounds, so, yay.
I am determined to eat healthy this year, and also exercise. I am going to buy the Wii Fit and use that in addition to the treadmill and my yoga and Pilates DVDs, and I hope to see some tangible results within a couple of months.
This is the Year of the Perfect Ass, I swear it.
In other news, our furnace is on the fritz, and believe me when I tell you that it is a bad, bad, BAD time for a Chicago furnace to be on the fritz. It is working, but sporadically, and at night it stops working entirely, so when we wake up in the morning the house is about fifty-eight fucking degrees.
Brrrr.
I’m relatively cool (ha) with this because I have an electric blanket and am used to the frigid basement, but my poor bony mother is losing her motherfucking mind.
With any luck we will be able to cajole my father into coming over today to fix it.
In still other news, I went to the neurologist today to report that I am having frequent and violent seizures due to a medication change and had one right there in the office. FINALLY I have proved to these fuckers that I am not imagining this shit. I barely escaped a hospital admission, but instead wound up with a lot more drugs.
Hopefully this will help, and I can stop dancing all over the floor with my head.
How was your New Years?
Happy Tuesday.
I spent New Year’s Eve taking care of my husband, who had bronchitis. I felt so bad for him, but at the same time, I actually enjoyed staying home and relaxing.
I’m glad that the doctor finally had to believe you, even if it meant having a seizure in his office. I hope the new meds will help get the seizures under control!
Quiet. We went outside at midnight, with champagne, with a WWV clock from
a dead friend, and listened to the gunshots and fireworks and explosions.
By the way, guinea pigs are better pets. Bigger, more personable, and
tasty, when spitted and roasted. Hamsters are cute, but there’s barely
a bite on them.
“I am determined to eat healthy this year.”
I started a ‘healthy’ diet, too. Last night, my wife and kids had steak and potatoes and I had a ‘tofu salad.’
I have lost four pounds in six days.
Please shoot me!
I don’t get the pot thing either, and I agree – total waste of time and money. The short-term, not-eating thing? If you have diabetes or another condition that requires regular meals, I think it’s a horrible idea but otherwise, I think taking a break from your eating habits can help you shift your focus and re-evaluate where you are. Congrats on the weight loss. In the New Year, I’m focusing on better maintaining my vegetarian diet, cutting down on my sodium intake and working more exercise into my day. I’m doing it in baby steps – no grandiose, pie-in-the-sky resolutions for me. Just one little step at a time.
Sorry to hear about the seizure. I hope you’re feeling better.
Lindsay, I hope he’s feeling better, and thank you!!
Dan: Tell that to my cats!!!
Dave, I can’t shoot you, we’re both in the same boat!!!!
Amy, thanks, and I will e-mail you soon.
New Years is amateur night, so we stayed in, had a few cocktails and smoked cigars on the porch. My daughter partook with us at the stroke of midnight with her very own bottle of sparkling cider popped and poured into a martini glass. It was all very adult and fabulous for her. But the NEXT night, we went to our neighbors house and got drunk and stupid on Jello shots and Keg beer, so it all evens out:)
I was asleep by 10. Very pathetic, but my husband was sick and is now on antibiotics.
I have a new years resolution the same as yours, in search for my perfect ass. I know its in here somewhere and I am determined to find it.
Good Luck!
Going to the Dr. is somewhat like taking a car to a mechanic when it makes a funny noise. The car never makes that knocking or banging sound when the mechanic is standing there. It makes you feel like the village idiot because you know it’s doing something funky and the mechanic is looking at you like you’ve lost your ever lovin mind. It must make you feel somewhat validated to have had a siezure right there in front of the doctor.
“See? I told ya so!”
Tara, Jello shots??? Dear Lord.
I like the blue ones. 
Nightowl, we do have perfect asses in there somewhere just screaming to breathe free, and I swear I am going to dress like a hoochie mama when I find mine.
Susie, You Are So Right. I felt totally vindicated. Embarrassed, bt vindicated.
Watched Can’t Stop The Music, again(!) For some insano reason it plays on tv every New Year’s Eve here. It is kind of cool for mockage fodder, and you can dance to it, so I guess yeah.
The only bummer was that at midnight some repugnant ferals decided to shoot off fireworks at my lake, and they scared my ducks badly. (I feel like they are my personal ducks, but they are actually free range.)
I’m surprised no one spoke up in defense of pot. Like everything else, it’s great in moderation. Granted, that’s just for me, but still. And as far as the expense goes, I can spend twenty bucks for something that could last me a month, or I could blow the same twenty bucks at a bar over the course of two or three drinks. Add to it that I get really mean when I’m drunk, and quite docile when I’m stoned, it’s a no-brainer for me.
To each their own, I suppose.
Cranrasbry: I feel the same about the neighborhood cats. They’re not my cats, but they’re MY cats, you know?
Tim, my friends nearly all LOVE pot. Love it waaaay more than drinking. I myself am a beer drinker and just don’t care for it, but I can see the need to sort of tune out for a while. Remind me never to get you drunk.