My cat just stepped on the incision from yesterday's surgery, waking me up from a deep sleep. *WHINE* I know she's just trying to be friendly, but...
"Trust me, you will soon enter a magical land full of delicious steakflowers, with butterbacons fluttering around over the extremely rompable grass and hillsides."
Ouch on the cat stepping :/
Presents still aren't here... At 20 past 3 in the afternoon the day before his birthday...
Bunny trainer extraordinaire!
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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GOTD: I have a friend who is seemingly very healthy, rides her bike A LOT, jogs, just looks great and she’s over 50. At the last bike race, she wasn’t participating. I noticed she was wearing some kind of cardio monitoring things. I asked about it, turns out she was having scary spikes in heart rate a few months ago. I couldn’t believe it, but then I remembered that she has a vicious sweet tooth and pretty much exercises her ass off so she can eat pastry, candy, chocolate, etc. I suggested that she DROP SUGAR immediately. She said yeah that’s a good idea and her cardiologist even had a copy of the Paleo Diet in the office, but she just loved bread and pasta and pastry and sugar too much to give it up.
I couldn’t really get on a soapbox too much b/c I was drinking a post-race beer (carb refeed?) at the time.
But I just couldn’t understand how she wouldn’t even give it a chance. And she’s 100% aware of how much giving up grains (non fermented kind) has helped me. Pasta and bread and sugar tastes so good she’s willing to die for it?
I just read Sugar Blues (kinda dated and a little hokey, but still interesting, in a SALT or COD or THE PRIZE type of way, if you’re aware of those books), so I’m virulently anti-sugar right now.
GotD: I realize you are all doped up and wanting attention, O kitty of mine, but do you really have to walk across my keyboard and change settings that I have NO IDEA how to fix? Really? You could at least have the courtesy to tell me how you managed to do that....
20 minutes later, and I *think* I've got everything back to normal... but who knows?
THE FOG comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
GotD: Get trained on something and then found out you weren't taught the right way to do it 2 weeks into the damn project. Now I have to do this differently but its a lot less of a headache on my part. Just hate unlearning shit.