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In other, non-whimsy news, boot camp started back up yesterday. Lord, I'd missed it. I was in a rough mood yesterday, honestly. I was tired and kind of emotionally volatile (and by kind of, I mean I ripped off heads with wild abandon, so be glad you didn't spend time with me) and it just... declined.

I wasn't in a bad mood, per se, but I also had ZERO filter of the IB. For example, when I was in the line at the Starbucks - as I woke up dreaming about coffee and then we didn't have any at the house and that was too dire to contemplate - the woman didn't wait for me to finish specifying the trillion choices you have to make when ordering coffee at Starbucks before asking me if I wanted anything else. Without missing a *beat*, I replied that I wanted her to let me finish speaking before interrupting me. *twitch*

And it pretty much went like that, only with increasing amounts of venom behind my answers to various people. S was determined to piss me off yesterday, berating me for anything and everything from the fact that the sweet tea I brought him wasn't sweet enough to the fact that I shouldn't have trust Amanda to pack his pictures in the move because he has no other pictures of some of his past pets. I asked him point blank if he was trying to make me feel badly, and he didn't deny it, so I told him that he had been successful and I felt bad. And I did.

Then I was a complete bitch to him for the rest of the afternoon, only not, because I was still only responding in kind. But I didn't let him be snarky without retorting in the same vein. It was exhausting.

Even my paralegal at one point looked at me in amazement and said that the world was trying to piss me off and that she admired my restraint. By the time I got out of work to go exercise, I was shaking with CAPSLOCK!RAGE about too many things to count.

So, sweating was a good idea. :)

We did circuits with partners, one partner acting as the time keeper. The first circuit was 100 jumping jacks/kettle bell exercises. The second was relay running/jump rope, and the last one was relay exercises/team situps.

My shoulders are in agony today. LOL. But, God, I'd missed it.

We also got caught in the pouring rain. I was DRENCHED. Completely soaked. Oh well, though, because despite that, I still managed to be in a better mood afterward than I had been in all day. :)

After working out, I went back to the office to finish up a few things, changed, met up with the friend that joined me in my near arrest experience, and hit the town for the night. We went to some of Atlanta's finer establishments, and then decided to go to the movie theater that serves beer! Yay, beer! Yay, Captain America! Double yay for the two together!

Seriously, awesome movie. I enjoyed it tremendously and when the Avengers trailer came on, I gleegasmed and embarrassed myself in front of a non-geek friend. Oops. LOL.

It was totally worth the fact that I only got about 3 hours of sleep. Totally worth it, but good lord am I tired today. At least I'm in a better mood. :)

All right. I've rambled enough. I'm going to get some work done! Toodles!

Since deciding to fill my life with WHIMSY again, I keep running into situations that I find unbelievable at first, and then funny later. :) I don't know if I'm just seeing it that way again, or if my determination to be that way again is putting me in more situations.

I'm going to guess the former, but... you never know.

So, this weekend, after leaving Snowman's party, I was trying to drive west, but the interstates were ALL shut down for repairs. I decided to exit on a road that I knew would get me around most of the traffic jam and still take me in the direction I wanted to go.

Clearly, I've not driven this part of the road before, because let me just say - SKETCHY AS HELL. But in between dodging the billion cars and people running across the street in the dark, I noticed a man standing on the side of the road.

I didn't notice him because of his clothes or because he was good looking. No. I noticed him because he was aiming a bow and arrow at traffic.

Visions of being shot by an arrow immediately filled my mind and I pondered that death, rejecting it in favor of rule 73 (Bewize can only be murdered if it's by ninjas), I realized that it was officially the most bizarre thing I'd seen in a while.

I also decided that unless it was an armor piercing arrow, or he was the Green Arrow or something, I was likely safe enough in the car, so other than double checking my door locks, I didn't worry overly much.

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Last night, after boot camp, I went out with a friend who informed me that she "wanted to find some trouble." I'm not sure she had in mind the degree of chaos that follows me around on a regular basis, because she seemed rather alarmed when the cops showed up at one point. LOL.

It's really an innocent story. I'm house sitting. I forgot to print out the email with pertinent information on it - like, say, the alarm codes. So, when I opened the door, and the alarm went off, it took me longer than the prescribed 45 seconds to deal with said situation.

I did, however, get the alarm turned off. Eventually. Then, I decided I'd better do useful things, like take care of the dogs, before the cops showed up. So, we did that and right about the time she was certain the cops weren't coming, they showed up.

THANKFULLY, they didn't show up with guns drawn or anything. But I was talking to the officer and explaining the situation, and he says, "Is this the phone number *rattles off numbers*?"

Honestly, I had NO IDEA if it was right or not, but since he was looking a little twitchy, I just said, "Sure!"

Turns out that was the right answer, and I was able to successfully convince said officer that we were not breaking and entering. Unfortunately, I got the giggles about this time and couldn't stop laughing while I was talking to him. He did not find it nearly as funny as I did, but all I could imagine was having to call S and tell him to get me out of jail for B&E.

The friend that was with me simply pointed out that in the time it took them to get there, we could have been murdered. To which, I responded that we couldn't have been, because there were no ninjas.

The whole situation became promptly surreal at that point, but it was still damned funny.

AND, we didn't get arrested! No harm, no foul. :D

The homeowner, who got a series of increasingly frantic voice mails, followed by one calm one, "The cops came. It's fine now." simply sent a text saying, "Glad it worked out."

LOL.

My life. I've missed it. *clings*

OMG. This list is dead on accurate!

Ah, the ’80s. A time of cocaine so rampant that even movies created for an audience of small children were deeply affected. As an easily frightened young girl, I was one of the affected, and the effects remain strong to this day. Go ahead. Pop out from behind the couch. Wear a clown mask in my bedroom at night. Stab a goddamn hobo in front of me, it will do NOTHING. Such is the consequence of seeing movies like those below.

And I've added a few of my own:

Gremlins - in the microwave. Need I say more?

The Black Cauldron. Holy crap, this scarred me. For life, maybe.

Legend. To this day, I think Tim Curry may actually have been the devil in this movie.

So, how about it. What were the movies that scarred your youth? (Feel free to go beyond the 80s in either direction...)

I just sent my (Indian) roommate to the store for ingredients to make two Indian food dishes for dinner this week. The irony is that, despite the fact that she grew up on these foods, her mother has taught me how to make them, to ensure that her grandkids get to eat the food of their heritage some.

LOL.

I am trying an eggplant dish and chicken tikka masala this week. I'll let you know how they turn out.

Also, naan is a WW NO NO. Holy crap is that high in points!

Someone told me tonight that I should be more specific about what I want. I laughingly replied that his statement presupposed that I had any idea of what I want to begin with.

Which of course made me think:

I want a lot of things. Right now, mostly I want to quit being my own frigging worst enemy. Sometimes, I swear I self-destruct just on the verge of getting what I want, because actually getting what I want means that I have to do something - to deserve it, to earn it, to keep it, to not fuck it up, to prove myself, etc. etc. etc.

There are days where I am so damn tired of being me. Those are the days that I wonder what any of you stick around for, and today is one of those days. I mean, I'm not a bad conversationalist. I listen. I try to help. But surely I look like a giant mess from the outside, because I sure as hell feel like one from the inside at times. And yet, you people stick around. (Are you all crazy? Or just masochistic?)

This is not a plea for people to tell me what they like about me. For better or worse, you do like me and I am very, very grateful for that fact. This is more of a vent about the things I don't like about myself very much right now.

I've got to quit fucking myself over.

I hate it when I am my own worst enemy.

That is all.

I did this program last year and it worked wonderfully well. I went from DYING at running for 60 seconds to being able to run 4 miles. But, I never did pick up the speed that I wanted.

I've decided to do it again, both because it comes with a built in schedule that will pretty much guarantee that I get off my butt and exercise at least 3 times a week, and also because it has a structure that worked well for me last time. This time, I shall just really push myself to make sure that I'm running with an eye towards getting down to a 10 minute mile.

Feel free to poke me and make sure I keep it up.

Now, I need a 5K in about 9 weeks to keep me honest. ;)

I've not done this meme in a while - but here goes:

Ask me a question, anything that you would like to know about me, and I will answer it.

(I'm reserving the right to answer privately, though. *lol*

Also, questions are screened, so ask whatever you want. :)

I've dropped off the map.

I know that.

I miss you guys. :(

So the storms last night. Wow.

something else there...

I managed to finally get ahold of my family (in Alabama) and they are all alive and in one piece. Their homes... not so much. No power in the northern half of the state is what I've heard and Obama declared the whole thing a disaster.

Stressful. But thank God everyone is okay.

I've lost seven and half pounds since Thursday night when I got sick. With no sign of "getting better" in the immediate future, I wonder if I can make it to 10 lbs.

It's good to have goals...

Ironically enough, I'm now only 15 lbs "overweight."

How's that for a silver lining?

I just walked into my house from my whirlwind trip to Rome to see my dad/spring his minion from jail/etc. I'm on the phone and I walk in and see two of the cats staring at me, but I think nothing of it. Then I see a pile of... something on the floor. Hairball. Great.

Then I see a while lot of... something... scattered around, but there's a blanket next to it and I decide that it must be string or something. Then I round the corner and see a third cat looking at me suspiciously. Another hairball.

Then I see *it*.

Only, I have no idea what *it* is. I approach with caution and find, to my horror, a dead bird. I think it's a sparrow.

So, now I'm left with a better understanding of what the stuff on the floor is (feathers), why the house is destroyed, and why the cats all look jumpy. What I cannot understand is where the HELL did the bird come from???

I was in a hurry this morning, but there is NO WAY I would have missed a bird flying around. Doors were closed. Windows were closed and have screens.

I guess it came down the chimney, but damn! That bird picked the wrong fucking chimney.

RIP, birdie. RIP.

(And, please, don't be like a zombie bird or something. That will really ruin my night tonight.)

ETA: I've been informed that dead sparrows in a house when you can't tell where they came from are actually harbingers of death. So, well... not much I can do about that little fact, is there. *woes*

LOL. If this is it, folks, it's been a hell of a ride. I hope I go with less trauma than the birdie!

So, I promised someone that I would call the eye doc today after my eye was all wonky again yesterday. Little did I know that the nurse would get pretty concerned from my description and tell me to come in. I even ended up talking to the doc (whom I really do like) and she told me to anticipate dilation.

Now, here's the thing - for anyone new to the Home Game of Bewize's Life - I don't like eye things. This is a mild understatement. I have fled movies after an unexpected eye scene. The only time in my life I've ever come close to fainting was at the eye doc when they wanted to do the puff of air test. i have left several doctor's offices in high dudgeon over that puff of air test. I have managed it ONE TIME in my life. That's it.

Ditto the dilation thing. I've never actually had that done before today.

I get there and it takes me about 15 minutes to work up the guts to even go through the door. Then I see her and tell her what's going on, and about the other antibiotics, and she says, "I can tell that you're eye isn't great without doing anything. It's swollen and red."

She looks and gets even more concerned, at which point I am now shaking, because she's done such terrible things as put her hand on my cheek and shine a light in my eye. It took me almost ten minutes before I was able to agree to let her dilate my eyes, during which time I'm literally shaking like a leaf and am half afraid I'm going to throw up.

I have a question that someone asked in the back of my head, "What are you afraid will happen?"

Honestly, I'm afraid my eye ball will fall out of my skull. Yes, that's ridiculous. But there you have it. And I never promised to not be ridiculous.

I couldn't do it. I ended up pacing in the parking lot, for a few minutes, collecting myself again, before I finally agreed. The doctor was so nice. She actually paced with me until I was calm enough to let her do it.

For the record - it wasn't terrible. It wasn't pleasant, no, but it didn't hurt. It did sting a bit, but the worst part was still my growing concern that I might vomit.

I was also pretty upset by the realization that I couldn't work for the rest of the afternoon. Or at least, that I couldn't see to work up close. I'm typing this with the hope that I'm not making too many typos, because I still can't see a damn thing - at least not easily. I've also got sunglasses on, not, because I'm doing my movie star impression, as was the guess of the maintenance crew, but because light hurts my eyes.

I'm a bit afraid to drive. Because, on top of all this, my vision is still blurry, which was the problem to begin with here.

Anyway. She thinks it's allergies and an infection. I told her I'd been on antibiotics for the last 27 days with one more day to go, and she decided to opt for antibiotic drops. We compromised on the contacts/glasses debate.

I have to go back on Friday.

I am mot happy about any of this, except the part where my eyeballs didn't fall out of my head. I'm very, very happy about that.

I'm still not doing the puff of air test.

Oh, and randomly, the technician asked for my phone number. Apparently, he digs hysterical girls. *fails*

I have clearly started today as I finished yesterday and Sunday - with increasingly random weirdness and a growing sense of impending doom, coupled with a lot of self-inflicted WTF-ery.

I ended up having to go to court for S this morning and that was a complete fiasco. I abandoned ship and he will have to show up and see if he can't fix it, but when I left there were people vowing to do "whatever it takes" to see the other side fucked over.

Then, I get to the office and am setting up when a crazy lady walks in and demands to use the phone. I tell her we don't have a public phone and she gets so belligerent that I finally relent, because I didn't particularly want to stab her in the face with my pen, which was where my thoughts had taken me with increasing pressure.

While she's on the phone having a meltdown at whomever, I try to make breakfast and coffee. I burn breakfast and I spill coffee all over the place, including my foot which is sprouting a nice little red burn now, and in the midst of the symphony of curse words I'm spilling, coupled with the cacophonous sound of Crazy Lady yelling in the phone, one of B's client's walks in and gets irate that B isn't here.

At this point, I've reached the end of my tether and I ask if he had an appointment, he says no, and I ask if he sees the problem or if I need to spell it out for him. He apparently decides not to piss off the crazy lady with the one red eye (b/c oh, yes, left eye problems are back) and meekly asks me to leave B a note, which I do.

Then I go and tell Crazy Lady to wrap it up.

I call my paralegal and tell her to stop at the grocery store and buy paper towels and non-powder coffee creamer (b/c the boys only buy that nasty shit when I send them).

Then, B arrives and says that L was in a wreck, but she's okay.

That's 4 wrecks in the last few weeks, folks. M, B, me, L - usually these happen in threes, we may be going for a double, so watch yourselves.

I am on my last day of antibiotics. At least, I think I am. The left eye problem may suggest something different. FML.

I feel the urge to cook/bake something.

I'm taking suggestions (or, if you're close enough, requests).

Fair warning: It may come out well. It may not. That is the risk you take! Bwahahahaha.

So, let's have it. I can at least take pictures and share. XD

I'm down via WW again. In fact, I'm only a few pounds over my lightest weight the last time I did WW (pre-steroid sickness hell). I can actually see a difference and tonight, I tried on some of V's clothes, as she is a size smaller than I am.

Or should I say, was a size smaller than I am.

Oh yeah! My ass totally went down a size!

I will now commence to stealing all her best clothes and avoiding the need to buy myself a new wardrobe yet. Now, I must find someone a size smaller than I currently am, so I can repeat this process in another 15ish pounds.

Excuse me while I dance around like a lunatic. :D

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Now, if I can only get off my ass and start running again.

V woke me up this morning before 7, because M was up and she and P were both leaving for work. I think this means I got somewhere in the vicinity of 4 hours of sleep last night. That would likely be the reason my eyes are burning... and that's the story we're going with. :)

The day is going pretty well, though, if I discount the client who won't leave me alone and just sent me an angry text demanding to know if I'm dead. No, I'm not dead. But you're in danger of being so if you bother me again on the weekend. You're getting divorced, not resuscitated. I can, in fact, wait to call on Monday - or, novel idea here, when I have news.

In some shocking news, despite the fact that I ate every french fry in a 5 mile radius of me last week, I lost half a pound.

Okay, so I wrote the above like three hours ago. LOL. M and I went to the park. It is gorgeous outside. Also, randomly, boo for losing an hour of sleep tonight (not that I've been using them), but YAY for daylight savings! This means it's light until like 7. Wheeee!

I had dinner over at Nat's last night. Todd joined us, which is always amusing. Of course, the free flowing wine didn't hurt the conversation any. I feel okay today, but I stopped early since I had to drive. I think we hurt Todd, though. LOL.

All right. I hope everyone is having a good weekend. :)

There are few words to express how glad I am that it is Friday and that this week is going to be over soon. It's definitely improved in the last day or so. S and I are talking again, happily even. The phones - well, that's still a cluster, but at least I have a plan that involves making someone else as twitchy as I am. Evil? Perhaps, but misery loves company, yes?

Nat is making tuna steak for dinner and invited me over. I'd have to be a fool to miss that, plus, you know, dinner. Mmmm. I'll probably still be at work until 6ish, but I actually stand the chance to get everything on my list done this week.

That may be the first time that's ever happened.

We'll see, because a lot of it depends on how long I'm in court this morning and I expect that to last a while. I did bring a few other files with me to work on them during the wait, but still... how boring.

Last night I met up with some friends and went out for karaoke. When I was leaving, I had to excuse myself past this guy who was standing and blocking the entire walkway. He wasn't that big, he was just that akimbo. Anyway, after I eased past him, I felt someone grab my arm and I turned to see him standing there and he says, "God damn! Are you leaving?"

I gave him a funny look and said, "That would be why I'm walking to do the door."

He said, "But I haven't bought you a drink yet!" And the whole conversation took a bizarre but amusing turn. He was really drunk, but very funny, and it took me a few minutes to extricate myself from his suddenly sticky fingers. We agreed that if we ever met up again, he could buy me a drink. LOL. Very, very random.

I slept better last night, too. I think blowing off steam helped a lot, although my eye is still twitching. Damn it. Any suggestions, other than sleep? I can't figure out what's bothering it. Is anyone else having allergies yet? My asthma isn't bothered, but that doesn't mean much... it could be pollen?

OK. I'm off to fight The Man for a while. I hope you are all having a wonderful Friday and heading into a fun and relaxing weekend of Awesome!

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