Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Odie the Pug -

We first saw Odie on Montell, now he is back on Letterman. I luv woo too.

Talking pug

Poor quality video, but I love hearing them tell us what time it is. They kind of sound like my turkey ringtone!

Monday, February 18, 2008

From The Boss to The King. "Little Sister" by Elvis Presley

Well, I dated your big sister
And took her to a show
I went for some candy
Along came jim dandy
And they snuck right out of the door

Every time I see your sister
Well she's got somebody new
Shes mean and she's evil
Like that old boll weevil
Guess Ill try my luck with you

Well, I used to pull your pigtails
And pinch your turned-up nose
But you been a growin'
And baby, its been showin'
From your head down to your toes

Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you
Little sister, don't you kiss me once or twice
Then say its very nice
And then you run

Little sister, don't you
Do what your big sister done

Damn, did I say "upright" or "a fright"? Either way it works.

What can I say, I am sick. This video should have posted last. Oh well. Also, don't trip and get lost up my nose. Geez Lothian! You are a shitty cinematographer.

Part One

I have been ugly sick and make a video to prove it! Sorry for how dark it is, it's from my cell phone and if this works I will find a way to make the quality better.

Part Duex

Again, sorry for how ghastly dark it is! I think though, for your sake, not being able to see me very well is a good thing right now.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Rock and ...What!?

I was listening to the radio the other day and Peter Gabriel's song "Solsbury Hill" came on. I was driving in snow and ice at the time so I was concentrating and I wasn't belting out the tune like I normally do. I started to realize how poignant the lyrics were. I realized that there are many songs out there that I just blindly sing along with and never really pay attention to what the artist is singing.

Since I love music so much, I decided I would make a new ongoing feature to my blog called "Rock and ... What?!" Basically I want to take songs that I really like and find out the actual lyrics to them. Sometimes the lyrics may be really deep and poetic, lyrics that touched me personally, lyrics I realized are actually really stupid, or lyrics that are just really disturbing once you take them out of context and look at what is being said.

My first exhibit is the song "I'm on fire" by The Boss. I love the song, his voice in it, and the beat. However, looking at the lyrics .... well, let's just say I was kind of taken aback at what I had been singing all these years. I don't want to know what he thinks my daddy will or will not do to me that he can do. Ewww!

"I'm on Fire" by Bruce Springsteen

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I'm on fire

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the
middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I'm on fire

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Counting train cars.

..And I just know that I will have a Valentine this year -- for the first time in 30 years.

(*Image taken from PostSecret. Thank you to whomever it was that shares my story.*)

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

I made it!

Well, I downgraded my health condition from "death on two legs" to "simply shitty". I made it to work today, but was miserable all day. If I am not wishing I could puke, then my body temperature is at 1,000 degrees, or my stomach is on fire. Toni Sue was kind enough to share that she too has gone through withdrawal symptoms as well. I guess I am just going to have to suck it up. I have the next two days off and may try to see my doctor if I can, otherwise I will remain miserable until I get better or end up in the hospital. ;)

I used the above picture today, because it is a shot of my sexy new phone I got in the mail from Verizon yesterday. My phone is green, but I am now wishing I chose orange. Oh well, typical me I can never make up my mind. I do love that my wallpaper option is a wine glass full of red wine. So me! It is cool though, and I am loving txt messaging now even more!

I also wanted to update everyone on my mom. If you remember, her doctor had us all in a terror because he said she had an over 75% blockage in her carotid artery and that she was in danger of a stroke. She took my advice (which I got from Ron) and got the CAT scan charge lowered so that she could afford to get it done. I really believe it was through your positive thoughts and prayers that when she got her CAT Scan results back they were much better than predicted. It turns out she only has a 15% blockage on one side, and a 51% blockage on the other. Apparently surgery isn't even an option until things get around 80% or so. Thank you all so very much for your support and well wishes. I am a firm believer in the power of positive thought and the power of prayer, and I really think everyone helped this situation turn out for the better.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

One pill makes you smaller, one pill makes you tall...

I should be on my way to work right now. I should be fighting traffic and giggling at the Morning Zoo. I should be fine. However I am not. This is the second day I have had to call off work. Why? To be honest with you, I think I am going through drug withdrawal symptoms.

See, through my job I can get all my generic medications for free. I was taking the generic of Synthroid for a thyroid problem, and generic birth control pills, but my anti-depressant/anti-anxiety drug Effexor XR did not come in generic. However, the non-extended release version of the drug did. To save $30.00 a month, I chose to switch and take the medication twice a day instead of one extended release pill once a day.

I have been very worried about my mood since I was anticipating some sort of gradual change as I adjusted to the new medication. I was a little more weepy than usual, but I assumed that was due to aunt flo. I would have a few manic episodes, but overall my mood seemed pretty level. No thoughts of suicide, and no increase in panic attacks.

I had begun to get more tired and sluggish over the past few weeks, but didn't think much of it. However, this past Saturday night I began to feel really nauseous and developed a fever, and things have been downhill since then. I thought I had caught a bug of some kind. I went online to began researching side effects of Effexor because I have been noticing a certain change in my body that didn't go away over time (I will save you the details). As I was researching I began reading about withdrawal symptoms. Apparently Effexor is a hard ass drug to come off of and has to be done extremely gradually. Since I am a certified web MD, I diagnosed myself as having withdrawal symptoms even though I am still taking the medication, just differently. Fever, digestion problems, heartburn, tiredness, weakness, inability to sleep ... it makes sense.

The worst part is I will feel shitty for a few hours, then feel fine, then feel crappy again. Those times that I feel fine make me feel guilty about calling off work. I just can't bring myself to go to work to say "Thank you for calling, my name is 'Lothian', with whom am I speaking?" in a happy go lucky voice. During the times when I don't feel crappy, I feel like maybe I am just calling off of work because I am depressed. Actually, my life isn't so bad right now. I actually have some money in my bank account, and I am meeting some cute men online at at BBW dating website. The last thing I want to do is get fired from the job that started making things look up for me.

I think I am feeling alright mood-wise, but if any of you know depression, you know how tricky it can be. In the past I have thought I was sick, but all I needed was to get a shower and get out of the apartment. I think all people with depression have a vice -- eating to deal with the pain, smoking, drinking, etc. My vice is that I become a hermit. I need my personal time away from people which is why I could never have a roommate. However, sometimes this self imposed isolation becomes a real and serious side effect of my depression.

I don't know, I am just worried that I am going to have to go back on my old medication. I don't want to be a slave to medication. I understand that I will need to be on medication my whole life, but I don't want my life to be on medication. I see all these people calling in to reorder their medication and they are on 13 or 14 pills. Some people are on 3 or 4 different painkillers, or on one pill to counteract the effects of another pill.

I think many people are being over medicated in this world. Personally, I know my doctor is a pill pusher. I like her, but no matter what I go to see her for, she has a medicine I can take for it. Then we wonder why seemingly perfectly healthy men like Heath Ledger drop dead. No disrespect to him or his family, but didn't he have 2-3 different sleeping pills prescribed to him? I am not saying he was an addict, but what I am saying is maybe our medical community needs to be a little more careful and conscious of what they give us. We put all our faith in doctors to make us better, and I think a lack of time and caring has led them to simply not care as much as they should. (Don't get my started on how many times I hear, "my doctor doesn't fax prescriptions", "He said won't write me a short term supply of medication", "He says he doesn't get paid to call you and discuss drug interactions", "She charges me for every prescription she writes for me", "They don't answer the phones at the clinic or return faxes.")

I know some of you prefer when I write funny or lighthearted things. I am sorry folks, I am just not feeling lighthearted right now. I could go on and on about the price of medication and how sometimes people simply can't afford to take what they need to to live. I could go on and on about Medicare and how it is a crock of shit. I could go on and on about how seeing Jeff Conaway on Celebrity Rehab scares the shit out of me. However, I don't want to bore you. Plus my stomach is turning again and I need to lay down. Hopefully I will be able to drag myself to work on Wednesday -- I simply can't call off anymore.

Friday, February 01, 2008

What's your problem Jumbotron?

Oh dear God, I am so glad the sexy men of LOST are back, shirtless and wet!