On facebook? Join the fan page to con my brother into eating durian in the Philippines! (if you want!) Do it here. You know you want to support weird food love!!

I've been going to our pharmacy sooo much lately (and taking care of all the Worker's Comp stuff involved with meds) that the pharm techs KNOW ME WHEN I WALK IN.
I don't even have to say anything. Heh.

Seth and I had a picnic in our yard today. I made turkey sandwiches and a kick-ass fruit salad that I perfected during the 'ol vegan stint. Win, right?

I want to start a formal effort to really get my brother to eat a durian in the Philippines. If I had the cashmoneys, I'd start a whole website for it. I think I may start a Facebook fan site for the cause, if I can do it. :)

The magical event known as Laramie Jubilee Days is quickly arriving. Seth won't be able to attend much, but I really want to go take part in the street malarkey. I was pregnant one summer, last year was pretty good, and I want to have fun again! If anyone wants to join, let me know. I usually go with Dex, but he might be busy.

There is 0 wind right now. How wacky is that?

Obviously, Seth was high for this picture! Hah! He got some IV tequila pre-anesthesia and then the power went out, so he was quite stoned out of his gourd for about 15 minutes and fashioned himself a nice hat:


His surgery went well, and I feel confident that it will be the last of it! However, due to the extra hardware, he won't be walking for 7-8 weeks. D:
Seth is staying overnight at the hospital to make sure his blood thinners don't make for leakage and so that he doesn't get another blood clot. Hoowee. I left at about 8 because it was nap time and I didn't want to distract the fellow from getting his rest. :)

Here's a nice picture of Seth's surgeon:

He looks all srs, but he's a cheeky fellow.

My smelly little brother gets to go to the Philippines for a month! And he gets paid for it, too!
How awesome is that?

Of course, its going to be really hot over there, and he won't be able to be a gamer geek as much, but dang!

I'm pretty excited for him. :)

Seth put this lovely self-portrait on his Twitter yesterday, and I felt it would be appropriate to share here:

Amid the minor shit storm that was today, I discovered that I have been counted as a winner in that latest shanalogic.com contest!!
10 dollar gift card, here I come!

I think I might get this!

:)

If this isn't a sign that everything is going to be ok after all, I don't know what is.

Just when Seth is starting to get better, and we have a nice little routine and things are calming down around here, his freakin' doctor calls and says Seth needs more surgery.

So, 6 more weeks of Seth being gimpy and in pain and unable to walk or drive or anything! We were planning on going camping and/or fishing sometime soon. Daaaaaaaaah.
I haven't gotten a jorb yet so I can drive his ass around and take care of him, and it was looking like I'd be able to get one soon so I can contribute monetarily. Naaaaaaaaaay. (I could, but I'd have to schedule around Seth and applying for a job in the summer with a weird schedule has detrimental results, I've tried already!)

I'm really upset right now!

Gosh dang it (yeah yeah my Mormon cursing).

I feel like we just got bitchslapped by some large cosmic force. I just want my dang hubs to be healthy!

to my DIY Spa!

I was feeling frisky after a busy day of running around and my landlord rebuilding the upstairs deck on our house (noisy!!!).

I knew I was going to take a bath tonight, so beforehand I decided to mix up a special concoction for mah FEETZ.

( Here's my special Sugar Scrub Recipe: )

If any of you readers have experience with DIY spa treatments, do share! I think being a lazy bastard relaxing is getting to be a great hobby of mine in my old age.

:D

Playing MarioKart Wii + Holding guinea pig = Pee on my lap.

Sometimes multitasking is not a good idea. :(

Today is Doyle Day, my dad's birthday. We're gonna grill some meat and drink Budweisers later. I've been wearing a camo hat and dad's Air Force shirt. :)
I like to keep Doyle Day fun, because sitting around feeling sad is no way to remember the dude.

( And here are some irrelevant pictures, haha. )

Again, a contest at Shanalogic.com. :)

This time, it was to make an outfit out of items on her site for a "style file" that we'd find awesome.

My shot at being neat is called "Glam Boys Don't Cry" and I think it's neat. If you agree with my combination of fashion, please to be giving me a vote here!.

And anyway, get yourself something great from Shana. I love her site, and someday I wanna make something to contribute to her indie awesome site.

Ok.
Awesome!

The better part of south east Wyoming is under a tornado watch!
I'm not too afraid, as its sunny and nice outside right now. Heh.

This got me thinkin' though:
What would I grab to put in the bath tub with Seth and I to keep safe if the tornader did indeed blow through?

First off, I'd put my flower pots in the house. I'd be sad if all my bootiful little blooms got sucked away by an angry storm.

Then, I'd nab the hogs and put them in different containers (I have a big Tupperware [aka the Travel Home] for them and one pet carrier) and keep them safe in the tub. And probably this here laptop. We have enough room in the loo for all this.

I live in a basement, so Seth and I and everything else would probably be ok.

So, Sportsfans, what would you try to keep safe in the event of a tornado? Remember to consider your bathroom size, or if you'd have to go into a basement separate from your living area.

Skeeter lives in a kiddie pool these days. So I get to say that I clean a pool for a living.

Hah.

I wish the rain would go away so I could go take pictures of birdies at Stink Lake, gosh dang it!

Spiders love fucking with me, apparently:



Jeez!

I hope he (yerp, this is a male hobo spider!) tells his buddies to steer clear of me! And my shot glass that I use to take incriminating photographs of bad arachnids!

Oh, the joys of basement living.

I should be doing this:


Bahahaha. Silly gifs make me giggle!

Anyhoo.
I was just listening to the BBC World News, and it seems that the one millionth word is about to be recognized. Some group of nerds nice people with a lot of time on their hands looks for new words and keeps track of how often they are used. Once a word has been used 25,000 times, they say it COUNTS as an OFFICIAL WORD, that could be put in a dictionary or some shit.

Okay.

I'm going to attempt to spread a word I invented (which is way better than some of the new words the Word Dude on the radio mentioned, like zombiebank and recessionista). I have used this word once, on Facebook, and a billion times IRL.

Ready?

Lairea
Its a place that is similar to a lair, but less mystical, and more better than just a regular room, but it still takes up some area.
I consider our bedroom to be my personal lairea, because it gets quite a bit of light, but I have a dumpload of blankets where mystery lurks. Lots of mystery in the blankets. And also in the dirty clothes on the floor.
I'd also consider a hearty bathroom a good lairea. Especially if there is a big bathtub.

Basically anywhere you can do your bidding (a la What is thy bidding my Master? Its a disaster, Skywalker we're after!) is a lairea.

I hope that some little punk has to spell lairea in a spelling bee someday, gosh dang it.

Seth and I have decided to become a trucker team at some point in our lives.


No, we haven't been spending waaaaay too much time together doing nothing. ;)

My flowers and Stink Lake, respectively.

Sooo on Sunday, Seth started having some trouble breathing.
And general chest pain.
Whatnot.

Fast forward 2 sleepless nights and a whole dang day going between the doctor's office to the hospital to the doctor's office...Seth has a dang pulmonary embolism in his right lung.

Holy shit, right?
He has good oxygen levels and whatnot, so its fairly ok of a situation.

Upon dumping Seth back home I went to pick up his DRUGZ.
Long story short, it was going to be over 1000 dollars for a week of injection-type shit blood thinner whatever.
o.O

Tomorrow I'm going to get in with Worker's Comp and whatnot to sort that shit out. Otherwise, Seth is doing well and we're glad to be home, finally! And ecologyninja brought us a very tasty meal, so that made things moar smooth this evening. Thanks again, Abby. :) I need to yoink this recipe from ya!

In a wee bit after we finish decompressing, I think I'm gonna give Seth his injection. Usually needles and shots freak me out, but I am sort of excited to get to help!

Ok. Now to chillax or whatever. :)

I cleaned all the pig habitats yesterday. Hooray!

It will never cease to amuse me that those pigs think they are in a whole new place after the cleaning. Especially if I rearrange their "furniture" a bit.

Silly piggers.