The Quarterly Fall Apart


Good morning, lovelies.

Took a bit of a blogging break. Honestly, I was a little tapped out and haven’t been feeling the best for the last few weeks.

Which made me realize something — I tend to physically fall apart on a quarterly basis. I never noticed a pattern until now, but, yeah, I physically just have a melt down.

Emotional meltdowns are something different — I have those more randomly now that I don’t have a hormonal cycle dictating when I am melting down.

Bless you, Mirena, bless you.

But yeah — things going on in my life. I’ve lost my DL and haven’t had time to go get a new copy. And I just know that when I do, I’m going to find them. Lame.

I got all my application stuff together for going back to college. Paid my application fee yesterday and got all my transcripts in the mail.

I got my P.O. box set up because my mail situation at my apartment is tenuous; I was getting everyone else’s mail, not my own. So, I was just having stuff sent to S.O.’s place. However, there are no post offices near where I live and/or work. The easiest one to get to is in the middle of the ghetto. The other one is in down town. I chose down town like an idiot. Now it’s a pain in the ass to get to.

Also, my left turn signal is out. The whole light array thing works, but there’s a disconnect when it comes to turning on my left turn signal.

So, I have to get that fixed.

And then just feeling physically shitty.

I’ve been living off of nasal steroids for the last two weeks. It’s the only thing that’s been keeping me sane.

I couldn’t remember who originally prescribed flonase to me — urgent care of my primary. So I called my primary and they’re like, “you can get it over the counter now.”

Uh…. yeah… to the tune of $40ish a bottle.

So, they called me in a 90 day supply — a.k.a. three bottles.

It cost me $10.

Because my insurance rocks.

Saved me $110.

Without flonase, if feels like I have slowly drying gorrilla glue in my sinuses.

Update: I started hacking my brains out after I wrote this post. I’m hauling my sick ass into urgent care when I get out of work. Ugh.


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The Left/Right Dichotomy and How it Leads to Extremism


Good morning lovelies!

I’ve been absent for a minute. Shit happens. Life happens.

So… random side note having nothing to do with this posting — I thought I’d clean out my media area because it was outrageously full. Then I realized that by cleaning it out, it also cleared out all my pictures for some reason. I thought my pictures would be separately included, not directly linked. But I was wrong.

I’m wrong about a lot of things. I may go back and fix it if I have time and the urge. But please pardon the lack of awesome pictures in my previous posts.

But back to the topic at hand.


As a centrist, a moderate, and a mostly libertarian (working for the government has taught a good lesson in how government programs can be a good thing and can help the greater population, so I’m not completely anti-government), I feel like I have a different and unique perspective on the left/right dichotomy.

Folks want to categorize these extremist groups — alt-right, neo-nazis, white supremacists, antifa, BLM, etc, etc… They are either on the right or the left. No question. They MUST be on either side for people to understand and rationalize the motives of these groups.

And this engenders hate. If X hate group is left, then it makes folks on the right hate the left as a whole more. If Y hate group is right, then the left hates the right more. It’s basic herd mentality.

People cannot rationally separate the person from the ideology. They are no permanently branded with their beliefs. Their personhood vanishes into political rhetoric and dogma.

But they are still a person.

Now, this concept doesn’t apply to the extremist groups. These are just your average joes, who are hanging out on the political spectrum somewhere.

Back before the election, I watched people cut others out of their life because of their reasonable political beliefs — not accounting for assholes, again.

Extremist groups are made that way by feedback from the internet. Because everyone has become so vocal with their opinions, no matter how irrational and odious they are, it pushes and pulls the ideas of others.

I said this during the last election:


I still stand by it — the politically correct thought crime bullshit being pushed by the left is causing an equal and opposite effect on the right. And the more this gets pushed, the more people on the right join these extremist groups. Same can be said for the left… with the initiation of the “Trump Era” in US politics, the people who genuinely don’t like Trump or his ideologies are swayed into the far left.

But, if people just acted like rational human beings, were kind to their neighbors, all worked as hard as they can, and loved each other as themselves, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Don’t be shitty to other people. Don’t hate them for being different. Don’t impinge on anyone else’s rights and don’t let anyone impinge on yours. It’s one thing if you have hurt feelings, it’s another if you force someone else to live differently due to your hurt feelings. Don’t attack or physically harm people for being different, because their difference causes you some outrage or offense, but doesn’t physically harm you. And vise versa. Be rational. Be understand. Don’t be so goddamned knee jerk emotional and look at things from a point of objectivity. You can be kind and understand and objective all at the same time.

People need to identify with a group or idea to experience personhood or inclusion. And for me that’s sad. It’s sad that people are so insecure with themselves that they need this group idea or group think to feel whole. And they carry it over into politics, regardless of whether or not the group or idea with whom they believe in is morally dubious.

But no. People aren’t rational.

Again, as I referenced earlier this week. I get it if mother nature wants to shuck us off.

I don’t blame her.


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The Interims


Good afternoon lovelies!

Kind of a blah Tuesday. I’ve been busting my ass all day and I used up all my mojo and I feel like just laying down on the floor and going to sleep.

I went to Besty and Motorhead’s last night and we watched GoT.

Also, she made stuffed grape leaves and lamb shanks. I’ve never had stuffed grape leaves, but I’ve had lamb.

I literally gnawed the meat off the bone.

It was delicious.

Motorhead says I need to keep chronicling The Fuckshit Cunthattery that goes on at my work and turn it into an essay/novel thing. Suffice it to say, they find my workplace antics and devilment hilarious.

We’ve decided to make beach plans for this weekend. I haven’t been all summer. We usually go to St. George Island, then around lunch time, swing into Apalachicola and stuff our faces with oysters and beer. There’s a microbrewery there which serves the most delicious dark beer made with tupelo honey.

It is amazing.

However, everything but a few places are closed on Sundays in Apalachicola. So, we’re going to deviate from the norm and try out a new oyster place.

So, yeah, I’m pretty excited. And I also get to wear one of my new bathing suits.

Friday, I came down with my “like clockwork” sinus crap. Literally, every two months I get this shit. I called my doctor and pretty much just asked if they could call me in antibiotics — they know I get this shit every two months… and lets face it, do they really want to see my face?

So, I spent the weekend with antibiotics, nasal steroids, bone broth soup, and Skyrim.

Little more disconcerting is my Bosslady is out with strep, I have sinus shit, and another girl I work with is in the incipient stages of the sickness.

I really, really don’t want strep and I would never wish it on my worst enemy. The last time I had it I thought I was going to die.

Back in December 2011, my month sucked balls. I’d just started with a contractor and they were having their Christmas lunch. It was at this beautiful historic plantation house, which also doubled as a southern comfort food place. In addition to our party, there were also many county officials having lunch there as well as judges, officers, etc.

There was an outbreak of food poisoning from that restaurant on that day.

Guess which poor unfortunate soul got food poisoning.

Yep. The last thing I ate before I got sick — taco bell. I spent that weekend puking my brains out. I still haven’t eaten taco bell since then.

I felt better the next week. The next Friday, I went to see my cousin in the hospital. She’d just had her knee replaced and it was a few days before Christmas. I knew she was going to spend the holidays in the hospital so I brought her a pretty purple orchid and sat with her for a while.

And my immune system was apparently not up to par after my bout of food poisoning and I got hospital-grade strep.

Not just in my throat… but all up in my sinuses… like it was coming out of my nose. Literally.

So. Nope. Nope. Nope. No strep for me. Keep that shit at home.


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The Horrible People


So, some shit went down this weekend that was an epic level of not cool. 

Evil, in it’s most methodical definition, is being carefully correctly wrong.

This is evil.

And it’s not just this one incident. It happens constantly. Every day. Some horrible thing is done in the name of hate and evil.

Times like these make me not care about climate change…

Sounds bizarre, right — to bring up climate change in light of violence at an alt-right/white supremacist/nazi gathering.

But really, like everyone’s scrambling around trying to fix the planet and I’m here like “mother nature’s getting ready to shuck us off.”

Her failed experiment.

This shit is the reason why aliens won’t talk to us.

This shit is why we can’t have anything nice.

We need to stop using labels as fodder — you are this label, that religion, from that town, with nothing in your bank account. We are people. We all struggle. We all love. We all feel pain. Once you get past that label, there is a person. It’s on both sides — those dishing out the hate and those receiving. Hate begets hate.

I mean, I hate to sound all tree huggery, but I try to do at least one good thing every day. Letting someone out in traffic, holding open the door when someone’s hands are full, offering to help out, being kind for the sake of being kind. Even on the weekends when I don’t talk to anyone or just be my introverted self, I give my two cats love and affection.

But not everyone does it. Not everyone cares.

We need to love each other more. Be kinder to each other. Show some empathy and understand. Not be so forceful with our beliefs. Agree to disagree. Understand we are not perfect. We need to try to be better. Better than all of this.

And until we realize this, nothing’s gonna get better.

So, crack open a cold one and bring on the apocalypse.


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The ******** *********** Part 2


Ya’ll know this shit couldn’t be done and over with.

It just keeps getting better and better.

So Incompetent and I are the only ones in the office. Everyone else is out. One with food poisoning, my boss has strep — I had subway the other day and my guts are still fucked up. If I had leave and it wasn’t the end of the pay period, I’d have dipped out too.

But alas, I endured.

So, in my previous post I mentioned how we have this special survey project that we were okayed for OT. It’s due in two weeks to the boss’s boss’s boss. And my entire unit is helping out. Even people who don’t have to make calls — our data analysis, our data entry person, our off site trainer, and our boss.

I made about 20 of these survey calls today, got squat and a little discouraged, and decided to move onto my regular caseload. I’m on the phone, currently speaking with an out of state contact trying to organize medical care for an infant who was adopted.

Incompetent barges in my office and demands to know if I called a person named Ashley (obvious pseudonym) — I’ve called like 60 people today; I can’t remember every single person, especially one with an ubiquitious name.

Also, she barged in whilst I was on the phone. Like there’s no way you can’t tell. The receiver is stuck to my face and I am speaking words into it. I place my hand over the mouth piece and say “I don’t know.”

“Well, I haven’t done any survey calls.”

And she didn’t even try to handle the incoming call. “Oh, well she’s is away from her desk. Could I assist you?” She’s obviously been trained on how to do this because we were all there when my boss trained us on how she wants this done. I’ve done it before. Fuck, I do it all the time. It’s not hard…

Repeat after me:

“She’s away from her desk right now. Could I possibly be of assistance or take a message?”

No. Of course not. Defies common sense.

Incompetent proceeds to then transfer the call to me three times… even though it’s patently obvious I’m on the motherfucking phone.

Also, she left my door wide open… which I don’t like because a.) HIPAA and b.) her voice is annoying as fuck.

So I call the person back, which it was a survey call. The person was very nice and I got a great survey.

But wait!

Hold the motherfucking phone.

“But I haven’t done any survey calls.”

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

This is due in less than two weeks to the higher ups, and we, as in my whole program, is busting our ass trying to get it done and you haven’t even worked on it….

I can’t. I literally can’t.

Also, since Bosslady is currently indisposed, I have to just hold out until next week. Like, I don’t know if I should bring up the continual fuckshit cunthattery to my boss. It’s so passive aggressive and insidious, but it’s not outright and apparent.

I mean, should I say something — like “this bitch is trying to throw me under the bus?”

I don’t know.

This may make me sound outrageously sexist, but I really hate working with other women. I’d hands down rather work with dudes. Or just have like an actual dude in the office.


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The ShowerBeer


Good morning lovelies!

I had some really bizarre dreams last night — I dreamed I found out Lord Voldemort was my dad and to escape I ran away and joined Star Fleet.

I guess that qualifies as one of those situations where you literally don’t want to live on the planet any more.


Well, after the shitstorm of a day I had yesterday, I went home, cracked open a beer (not low carb, but at that point no fucks were given), took off my clothes, and got in the shower… with my beer.

I call it ShowerBeer.

It was glorious.

To properly perform ShowerBeer, your beer must be in a container where water and soap are not likely to enter… preferably a bottle. And you just let the hot water soak away your worries and drink your beer.


If you had a really, really epic shitty day, bring a second one with you… already opened.

I ended up crashing at like 8pm.

I didn’t sleep well the nigh before because I slept on Besty and Motorhead’s couch. They have this 20 lb giant white cat who decided I was to be her bed. It was cute for a while…

I woke up at 5am, and evidently I slept in a weird position because my hip/pelvic carriage was all kinds of hurting and my arm was asleep.

So, I’m bound and determined to have a good day. I put on makeup, wearing a knee length dress, and some bright red lipstick.


It will be a good day.

There will be no Fuckshit Cunthattery.

*Note: whilst searching for accompanying images, I realized ShowerBeer is more prolific than originally thought. Great minds think alike.


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The ******** ***********

If not indicated by the title, there will be exceptionally strong language in this post. If this offends you, avert your eyes… and maybe light yourself on fire. Dude… do whatever you need to do to avoid words on the internet from hurting your feelings.



It’s been a shitty, rather Kafkaesque, day.

I was going to title this post “The Fuckshit Cunthattery”… but, it’s a little (a lot) inflammatory.

What is fuckshit cunthattery?

Fuckshit cunthattery is when someone engages in cunthattery of the fuckshit variety.

Yesterday, I stayed late, making up time from when I was having an assy fucking week last week (thyroid hormone imbalance).

Earlier in the day, we were given a special project and allowed to do overtime/comp time (OT) for this project. For this project, we’re doing phone surveys.

So, I’m just hanging out here until 7pm, working on this project, doing some OCD office shit… that kind of stuff, making up the time I missed last week (read: NOT OT). Incompetent stayed late too… OT or making up time… whatever. I don’t give a fuck. That’s her business and her schedule is between boss lady and her. Not my business.


I went to Besty and Motorhead’s last night and watched GoT and got really drunk and ended up sleeping on their couch.

So, I’m just going about my fucking business this morning, doing my fucking job like I always fucking do.

One of the greatest/worst thing about our office area is that the walls are super fucking thin. I can hear everything. Every keystroke, every mouse click, sniffle, expletive, and long suffering sigh.

Incompetent slinks into boss lady’s office, closes the door, and starts “tattling”, for a lack of a better word, that I stayed late on OT and sat around and did nothing.


Are you fully fucking serious???


I was making up time, not on OT. I did the special project and I did extra shit… like clean out my work inbox that’s been cluttered up for two months, faxing, other caseload shit. You know… my job. So, I spent part of the time on the phone, and part of the time not.

But I’m a rational human being, and I didn’t barge in my boss’s office and call her a fucking liar nosey old biddy who likes to watch other people do their jobs and get in their business instead of actually doing her fucking job the way she’s supposed to fucking do it so I don’t have to do extra fucking work cleaning up her fucking messes because she’s too fucking incompetent to do her fucking job.

About 15 minutes later, we all got a group email about how OT is reserved for this special survey project and not for other things. We are to tally our surveys we do on OT and send them to her.

I chime back, CC’ing everyone in the group including Incompetent, smoothly, “did you want us to send you our survey totals from when we were doing surveys on not OT?  Because I did surveys yesterday afternoon whilst I was making up time, not on OT and I want to make sure you are getting the numbers you need.”

Then, I went to my boss’s office, door fully open, and explained what all I did yesterday after 5, in excruciating detail, very loudly.


Office politics fuckshit cunthattery.


So, I got thrown under the bus by my asshat coworker. My lovelies, how is your day going?


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The Weird Social Situations


Good morning, lovelies!

I need some advice.

This Saturday, S.O. and I woke up early enough to visit this amazing cafe in town. You need to get there early, or else you will be waiting for a table for half an hour. But the food is so worth it — seriously, crab cakes eggs benedict with the most amazing hollandaise sauce.

And I saw a person (friend-ish)…. It’s complicated. Lets call her Friendly. Essentially last November/December she stopped talking to me and I asked her what her problem was… then she ignored me for eight months.

But we talked like nothing happened.

Rewind a bit — there was a schism in my friend group when two friends got into a drunken fist fight over politics. Besty, who is a moderate conservative and another person… I dunno, lets call her Overshare… who is very, very militant liberal.

Of course, most of our friend group is liberal. As I’ve said before, I’m very libertarian and prefer common sense over partisan dogma. But I digress. Everyone in the situation took Overshare’s side — even though it was obvious Besty wasn’t the one who swung first.

And I took Besty’s side, because, well… common sense.

Evidently that made me a pariah among the friend group — it was like two weeks before the election and tensions were high. Tribal mentality was a thing and people were acting legit insane. If I weren’t completely mired in it, it would be an awesome social experiment to watch objectively and see how logic and rationality break down.

So all that aside… I chatted with Friendly for a while whilst getting coffee, then she came over and spoke with S.O. and I for a bit.

Sunday, I had Besty over for homemade Pho and Scrabble. During said hanging out time, I got a series of FB messages from Friendly giving me a last minute invite to Overshare’s baby shower.

It’s this Thursday. And I have to bring an appetizer.

I showed it to Besty and she had a good chuckle and told me not to go… but should I go?


Friendly hasn’t actually spoken with me in eight months. Then suddenly after a chance meeting I’m back in the fold? “Oh, hey, she’s cool again.”

I mean, I’ve spoken with Overshare a few times, albeit awkwardly… like random comments on FB and once in the line at Publix.


I kind of feel like this is some Mean Girls trap… but I’m just so curious.

So, should I stay or should I go?


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The Embarrassing Things in Life


Story time!

Note: kind of gross and shitty story. Literally. 

I have never encountered a toilet I couldn’t unclog with enough tenacity, elbow grease, and a plunger.

I have met my match.

So… my toilet has been clogged for two days and I have tried everything I can (except for draino and snaking it because I am poor right now and I don’t own either.) Hot water, soap, baking soda, vinegar.

The first time I noticed it, I just made a number 2… and it overflowed.

On my floor. On my rug. I quickly threw down some towels to keep the flow of… well… shit… from spreading.

All the towels and rug promptly went into the washer with hot water, lots of bleach, and probably more detergent than warranted.

I’ve never had a toilet overflow. I usually catch it in time and plunger it — problem solved.

Clean up required three rolls of paper towels, rubber gloves, my rain boots, and a whole bottle of clorox bleach cleaner.

I would never wish this on my worst enemy. It was that bad.

When I was done, you could eat off my bathroom floor, it was so damn clean.

But I couldn’t get the damned thing to unclog.

Two days.

Luckily, I usually have my BM in the AM… on company time. Because everyone poops on company time.

And there are two types of people in the world — people who pee in the shower, and liars.

So, I broke down and called my daddy-o to see if he had any suggestions.

“Hang up and call maintenance right now. Have someone over there tonight and get it taken care of.”

“But… I wanna do this myself.”

“No. Don’t be embarrassed if there is still shit in the toilet. Call them now.”

… Thanks dad.

So, I went to put in my maintenance request online. Turns out this does fit into the “emergency” qualifications.

I called the emergency number and it’s disconnected.


I put in a high priority maintenance request:


And now the wait… S.O. is coming over this weekend.

Okay! He does this thing… I dunno if this is a guy thing. But in the morning he just sits on the toilet for like half an hour… on his phone…. and just waits for magic to happen, cows to come home, Fry’s reunion with Seymour….

For half an hour.

So, hopefully when I come home, my shitty, shitty situation will be resolved.

Update: its fixed!!!! Holy god, it’s fixed!!!


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The Keto Diaries — Back in the Saddle and Some Other Awesome Things!


Good morning, lovelies!

Well, I’m starting keto back… again. I took a bit of an I’m poor and my guts hate me break.

But I found out my guts hated me because my thyroid hormones were off.

Go figure.

Starting the morning off with delicious blueberries and coffee. Having a Publix chef salad for lunch and whatever S.O. wants for dinner.

This weekend, I’m going to attempt fathead pizza (low carb crust):


  • 170 g pre shredded/grated cheese mozzarella is the best or Edam/mild cheese
  • 85 g almond meal/flour
  • 2 tbsp cream cheese
  • 1 egg
  • pinch salt to taste
  • ½ tsp dried rosemary/ garlic or other flavourings optional
  • your choice of toppings such as pepperoni peppers, cherry tomatoes, olives, ground/mince beef, mushrooms, herbs etc


  1. Mix the shredded/grated cheese and almond flour/meal in a microwaveable bowl. Add the cream cheese. Microwave on HIGH for 1 minute.
  2. Stir then microwave on HIGH for another 30 seconds.
  3. Add the egg, salt, rosemary and any other flavourings, mix gently.
  4. Place in between 2 pieces of baking parchment/paper and roll into a circular pizza shape (see photos above). Remove the top baking paper/parchment. If the mixture hardens and becomes difficult to work with, pop it back in the microwave for 10-20 seconds to soften again but not too long or you will cook the egg.
  5. Make fork holes all over the pizza base to ensure it cooks evenly.
  6. Slide the baking paper/parchment with the pizza base, on a baking tray (cookie tray) or pizza stone, and bake at 220C/425F for 12-15 minutes, or until brown.
  7. To make the base really crispy and sturdy, flip the pizza over (onto baking paper/parchment) once the top has browned.
  8. Once cooked, remove from the oven and add all the toppings you like. Make sure any meat is already cooked as this time it goes back into the oven just to heat up the toppings and melt the cheese. Bake again at 220C/425F for 5 minutes.

I’m also going to make pho again with my delicious bone broth, that I’m going to start tonight and let go for a full 48 hours in the crock pot on low.

Lastly, not so much keto… but still pretty awesome.

Because my job classification changed and I’m no longer “temp”, one of the new benefits I have is the state tuition waiver. Which means I can take 6 credit hours of college courses for free as long as I still maintain full time employment.

Which I can’t see me doing more than 6 hours while full time employed.

I’ve been looking through FSU’s course catalogs and getting an idea of programs I would like to go into, and I think I want to major in communication disorders and become a speech therapist/speech language pathologist (SLP).

Luckily, I already have a bachelors degree and I can (hopefully) skip a lot of the core curriculum. I might have to take another math or science class, then I can work on the actual program.

At the rate it still may take me 4 years to complete if I do spring, summer, and fall.

But hey, I’m probably not going anywhere.

Also, with my current job, I work with a lot of audiologists and SLP’s, and it’s really gratifying and rewarding work.

Also, starting salary is $60k.

That’s a bit selling point.


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The Down Week


Hey guys…

I’m feeling extra kind of crappy this week.

If you remember last week I was talking about having my thyroid med dosage changed. I haven’t been able to pick up the 75mcg dose at the pharmacy yet, and I’ve been breaking my 100’s in half and taking 50mcg instead of the 75mcg.

I feel that shit in my bones, man.

So today I took a 100mcg and maybe I’ll perk back up. Because… well fuck it. I got too much shit to do.

Sorry for being sparse.


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The Practical Wedding

Good morning, lovelies!

Since S.O. got a nibble on job here, it’s brought a couple of things from the back burner to the front burner — like moving logistics, etc.

But, wait, weren’t we supposed to get married.

Like a while ago?

We put our nuptials on the back burner because it wasn’t practical.

When we first started talking about it, I just wanted to do a court house thing and a reception type thing.

But two years later I feel kind of differently.

A lot has changed.

I do want to do a thing.

Like a backyard ceremony, or a park, or hell, even a beach.

I kind of like the idea of renting a beach house for the weekend and getting married on the beach.


I don’t love the idea of catering. Mostly because money is a thing that actually exists and I don’t have much of.

Just nope.

I kind of want to a pot luck/covered dish thing.

Also, I didn’t want to do the huge wedding dress thing. I’d gotten a really adorable calf length A-line white embellished dress from Torrid, with a coupon, for $60ish.


I can’t believe there’s still a picture of this dress floating around the internet, even though I bought it two years ago. I hits me just below the knees. But the bust is a bit too big, now.

The reason this tangent started is because I was watching fail videos last night… then wedding fails… the wedding dresses.

So I tried it on… and it needs to be taken in.

I started thinking of other alterations — I want a gold bow/sash/belt thingy. Also, I kind of want to add some tulle peeking out from underneath to bring it from calf length to ankle length.

Also I need to find shoes. Someone on here that I follow posted that they found their wedding shoes and I ADORE them and I wish I could find her post because I want those shoes. They were perfect.

I’m looking, essentially, for gold embellished flats… but I don’t want some giant thing on the toe. I want something tasteful, and shiny… and in my size. While perusing the interwebs, all the shoes I liked would not fit my huge German feet.


Kind of like this, but with a back, and more like a ballerina flat.

I’m going to Besty’s tonight for GoT and I brought it with me so she can kind of visualize what I’m talking about and we can make alterations.

Also… people. Who to invite? Who to include IN the wedding. Like I know who S.O.’s best man would be. I have a plethora of girl cousins to choose from, or I could have Besty as my maid of honor. I have a flower girl picked out. His cousin’s son could be the ring dude…

I dunno. This has become an interesting thought exercise.


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The Gaping Mass Effect 3 Plot Hole

Hokay guys, Imma nerd out on you for a minute or two.


This has been bothering me since my last play through of Mass Effect 3 (ME3).

What happened to all the people on the Citadel?

Now, for those who haven’t played or aren’t a huge fan of the series, this is all gonna sound like Greek, and I apologize.

According to lore, there are 13ish million people living on the Citadel.

Somewhere between the Sanctuary mission and the assault on the Cerberus base, the reapers acquire the Citadel and move it to earth. I can’t remember if you can make a pit stop on the Citadel between Sanctuary and the Cerberus base.

So, Sanctuary and the Cerberus base together probably take like a week in game time (factoring in travel and stuff)… basically a rough estimate. Couldn’t take more than that.

In that time, the reapers had essentially eliminated the 13 million people and transited the station to earth.

Now, did they send in squads?

Did the decompress the station?

Did the people put up a resistance?

Was there an evacuation?

What about the Citadel Defense Force you were building up?

I mean, there were some pretty influential and important people on the Citadel at the time:

  • The Counsel
  • Aria
  • Liara’s Father
  • Bailey
  • All the refugees
  • All the diplomats
  • The teenager who was waiting on her family
  • Barla Von

What happened to them all?

Also, there was no outward destruction of the station — the arms were closed, yes, but it doesn’t look like reapers tore through it with their main cannon.

It’s probably a giant, gaping plot hole on part of Bioware, considering how horrible and unsatisfying the ending was.

But for what it is, my head cannon is that there were pockets of resistance to held out as long as possible but were eventually consumed by the reapers and turned into their thralls.

But still, Bioware just gleaned over losing 13ish million people.

Not cool, bro.


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The Keto Diaries — Selfie

  1. Happy Caturday, lovelies!

I finally posted a “hey I lost 40lbs” selfie to FB, and I decided to share with you fine folks.



So yeah… I can tell the difference in my under the chin fat, and my cheeks are more defined.

Also, because it is Caturday, here’s Vesper, being my Skyrim buddy.

Have a great weekend, ya’ll!


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The Keto Diaries — The Awesome Friday Spectacular, Spectacular


Good morning, lovelies.

I’m in a great mood — can’t you tell?

I don’t know if I’ve already said this, but I adore my primary care doctor.

After not having “solid” insurance since I was 15, I am one of the super lucky folks to have awesome health insurance through my employer. I’m not counting that one time I had insurance though “Obamacare” because my deductible was ridiculous and it was like not having health insurance at all.

When selecting my new primary care doctor, I did extensive research. I was familiar with the “going to random doctors because you’re sick” life. I read reviews of my doctor, of the partnership in which she works, the facility.

And my research paid off.

Plus, she makes me laugh.

She has two boys, and in every exam room there is a picture of them taken at Disney. It is adorable.

So, this morning I went to see my beloved doctor about my six month thyroid follow up labs. As ya’ll recall from my post earlier this week my thyroid levels are off, putting me into hyperthyroidism due to my dosage not being corrected for my 40lb weight loss.

I didn’t realize how low it was.


Thyroid stimulating hormone (TSH) is supposed to range between .45 and 4.5. Too little and you are hyper, to much and you are hypo.

My TSH was .006. Like it was trace, almost nonexistent. Also, my T4 (which is what your body actually uses) is too damn high. T4 is supposed to be between .82 and 1.77… mine was 2.34.

In sum — my levothyroxine is getting lowered from 100mcg to 75mcg and I’ve got to go and do blood work mid September, instead of every six months.

Also, no longer deficient in the D department… heheheheheheee.

In addition, since it’s been six months since I actually saw my doctor (when I have a sick visit, I see the ARNP who is as equally awesome and wonderful).

I told her about my IUD experience — which I haven’t given an update here recently.

Lady parts and problems ahead; ye be warned!!!

I’ve had my IUD since May 12, so almost 3 months. I’ve had two “periods” which are soooo much lighter without horrible debilitating cramps. I still get some cramps, but I can actually function. The only downside so far is random spotting and discomfort. No where near insertion pain or the debilitating cramps. The best way I can describe it is like a pinchy fullness. It’s more uncomfortable than painful.

Luckily, Mirena lasts for five years. Most unluckily, though I will be 35 if I go the full monty. S.O. and I are planning to have our shit together and start thinking about kids in two-ish years, and when we’re ready, we’re going to have it removed.

I seriously don’t want to have a geriatric pregnancy. I already associate the word with old people and I refuse to identify with that word at all until 50… definitely not 35.

Plus, because my broke thyroid I’d already be considered high risk. I don’t want to make it worse by being pregnant after that.

Also, my mom told me my eggs were getting old.

End of discussion about lady parts. 

Second weird thing on my labs was that my creatinine was low by a smidge. Normal is between .57 and 1 and mine was .55.

I had a friend with renal failure and she told me that if your creatinine is high, your kidneys may be fucked.

Dunno what low means. Might have to do something with my thyroid being in hyper-mode.

Also, my bun/creatinine ratio was slightly elevated. It makes me kind of worried about my kidneys, but it can pretty much be attributed to my thyroid levels.

Another thing I love about my doctor is she always asks about my emotional state — well mostly because she has me on an SSRI. But she always wants to check on it to see if she needs to raise or lower my dose. Also, as soon as I mentioned I was having TMJ issues due to SSRI induced bruxism, she sent me out immediately to have a night guard made.

And finally, keto.

I told her I was on keto and she was happy. She didn’t have anything derogatory to say about it and was proud of the weight I lost.

I told her about my gut weirdness and the random diarrhea and funny colors and she said it was probably due to food transiting my guts too fast due to my crazy thyroid numbers. She said if I have any other issues or feel funny, to come in.

But overall, definitely a good visit.

And I’m back on keto, baby.

After sushi. Because I want some motherfucking sushi.

Like whoa.

There was this one place I lived where they had this amazing Alaska roll — smoked salmon, cream cheese, and tomato. I haven’t seen any other place that puts tomato in their Alaska roll.

I might need to make my own.

But that’s another post for another day.

Have a good weekend, ya’ll!


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