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  • Happy pi day! To celebrate, as I am sadly lacking in pi jewelry, I'm wearing my DNA set. Why a vertical double helix for a circle? Because a vertical helix is a form of spiral, one where a circle is drawing with a descending or ascending z (vertical) axis.
    Breakfast was more mug quiche.
    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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    • Today went quickly. I discovered a background noise that really helps me concentrate, so I got a lot done today. Not much movement during work though. I did get some slow movement in, though, when I raked some of the yard (to remove dog shit and prep for watering.) Lunch was catfish and shrimp. I had to scrape some sort of sugary sauce off the shrimp, but at least it wasn't deep fried. Dinner was venison bacon swiss burgers and buttered steamed asparagus.
      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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      • Originally posted by namelesswonder View Post
        Spraying saline spray never seemed to work for me. Maybe I did it wrong. I boil the water I need the night before and then nuke a bowl of water for 60 sec in the morning. It's cooled to the right temp within a few minutes, usually.
        I'm in the same boat. I tried the saline spray and I'm worse off. The neti pot is my friend for life.
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        • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
          Happy pi day! To celebrate, as I am sadly lacking in pi jewelry, I'm wearing my DNA set. Why a vertical double helix for a circle? Because a vertical helix is a form of spiral, one where a circle is drawing with a descending or ascending z (vertical) axis.
          Breakfast was more mug quiche.
          Happy pi day! Made me think of a DVD I once watched of Sir Andrew Wiles, the guy who took hundreds of pages of text, but finally cracked Fermat's Last Theorem.

          I am not a numbers kind of gal, but I took enough math to appreciate this some. Just wish Fermat were around so we could see his version of it.
          I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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          • I am most irritated by the scale. I'm hoping it's because the Russians are coming into town in a few days that my weight has steadily climbed for the past week, putting me at a jolly 128- 130 lb. We'll find out. I'm most irritated because I've been being really fucking good (foodwise) and the scale has gone the wrong damn direction.
            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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            • Y'know, Geek's whole thing on wanting to lie in bed and talk is great except when I need to sleep. I don't mind cuddling, but fer fuck's sake, if I'm trying to sleep, shut the hell up. Thanks to a good book and him drawing me into a conversation at 0030, I got all of 4.5 hrs sleep.
              Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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              • One of Clint's friends called as we were about to fall asleep with questions about his truck. Really? It's almost 10PM. You're questions can wait until tomorrow. He asked Clint if he could call him back in about 15 minutes and Clint was like, "We're going to sleep, call tomorrow." He called as Clint walked out the door for work this morning. He wasn't happy lol.

                We sometimes lay in bed and talk but usually we're doing around 10 or 11 and then sleep.
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                • What an ass, Geo!
                  I decided to work on my PE application and SER today during lunch. I have all but my current one completed and ready to copy and paste over to the forms. Once that's done, I print them out, sign them and start making tracks to get them all signed and getting all my reference letters. I really don't want to get a reference letter from WTC. I REALLY don't. I'm hoping I can get the old man to do one that's positive. The rest, I'm not worried about. Actually, I may copy, paste, print and sign them now, so I can get them in the mail/delivered to be signed and have them start reference statements.
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • If Hulky and I go to bed at the same time (usually, he comes to bed later), we sometimes chat. I am always clear about when I just want to go right to sleep, but sometimes he is still chatty. I either point it out to him or he realizes it, and goes to do something else until he's ready to sleep. If I chat too much before sleep, he pretend-smothers me with a pillow :-p.
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                    • Normally, I don't mind chattering with Geek. But coming in when I'm half asleep, asking if I'm trying to sleep and starting a conversation after I say "yes" isn't cool.
                      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                      • Lessee... yesterday's food was mostly primal. I know at dinner, there was Krab in the sushi, and soy sauce in some of the other stuff, I only ate half of a sausage shrimp because there was a bready texture. The rest was primal.
                        The Russian's appear to be making their way into town, as my weight is plummeting back to where it was before premeditated murder stage (PMS.)
                        I've gotten a metric shit ton of stuff done today. I refilled the 7 gallon watertainers, brought them inside, bought cleaning supplies and bottled water, mowed the front and back yards, washed both Molly (inside and out) and the Rav (outside only), cleaned off the kitchen counters, did dishes, swept and mopped the kitchen floor, swept the entryway and the main bathroom, cleaned the main bathroom, and vacuumed the main living room and the hallway. My fitibit is claiming all of that was11,360 steps. I believe it.
                        I got a sunburn doing all that yardwork, too, so I think I got in my vitamin D.
                        Poor Froot Loop is tethered because Geek put down weed and feed and we don't want her to get poisoned.
                        Still haven't eaten yet today. Probably should have, but I wanted to get the yard mowed before Geek got back from the Hamfest (something he and his dad do every year) so he could put down the weed and feed. Then I got involved in doing everything else.
                        My wrists hurt from the vibration of the mower. Glad it's electric, the gas mowers are even worse.
                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                        • Good lord, girl, I got tired just reading that~

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                          • Between all the yardwork, vegging, primal food, and mental play (video games), I'd say yesterday was highly primal. I had a slice of cheddar after yardwork, caldo de mariscos (ate around the Krab) at dinner, fresh berries while they ate ice cream, and frozen berries and cream later than night.
                            Today I'm vegging. Well, kinda. Laundry off and on (I waited too long to be able to do just a load a day), vegging with the laptop, and we go over to the in-laws tonight.
                            I have my 6 month check up (with fasting bloodwork) tomorrow, as well as a do or die meeting before it. I'm hoping my boss gets in early and we can knock it out before I'm supposed to leave for my appointment, or I may hafta call to push my appt back to the afternoon.
                            I really haven't heard the idiot dogs at all recently. If they barked, it was only a few and then they shut up. Maybe my empty threat got the owners scared and they're training the damn things. I mean, the dogs barked when I mowed and they could see me (fine, I can live with a "guard dog" type thing), but nothing incessant, like the last time I mowed.
                            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                            • Brunch was a green omelet and bacon, in honor or St Patrick's day. I made the green omelet but scrambling finely chopped spinach/ kale and whole eggs together and using that as the egg in a sausage omelet.
                              Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                              • NOT HAPPY. I couldn't pry Geek away from the in-laws until midnight15, and he knew damn well I had dinner prep for today's dinner to do when we got home. The dinner prep didn't happen because the meat was still a brick. He did a couple other things last night that normally wouldn't bother me, if it weren't for the fucking mood swings that come with the advertising for shark week. I fucking hate being female right about now. I killed shit in a video game so I didn't take things out on him and then went to bed. Then, thanks to fucking yardwork Sat, his snoring wakes me up.
                                I'll be fine-ish once my day gets going and the doc and the bloodwork are over. I'm the antithesis of morning person, especially on Mobdays because I can't fucking pry him away until it's too late for me to get enough sleep. I love him, I love his folks, but I'm honestly thinking about starting to take separate vehicles. That way I can get home at a sane time and he can be there as late as he fucking wants. I know part of this rage is hormone fueled, which is why I'm waiting until shark week prelude and shark week are over before I bring this up, so I don't bite his head off.
                                I also hafta fast until after the blood draw. Fucking lovely.
                                Here we go 8 hours of repressing an urge to kill everything that ever drew breath.
                                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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