Well, folks, for the first time in a few years, I had a really fucking cool birthday. I got to do everything I wanted. Too bad I couldn’t do everyone I wanted, but it’s all good. *grins evilly*

 

Anyway, I woke up at 5:30am (damn internal body clock! damn you to heck!!!), flipped on the tv and went back to sleep only to be woken up at 7am by Madden Man. He bought me my fave, white roses:

 

 

Needless to say, I was damned surprised. They are so beautiful… the picture doesn’t do them justice, not to mention, there are more than are in the picture. *laughs* I found that the farther away I was, it looked like a vase full of stems because the flowers would fade into the background of the white wall (DUR!!!).

 

So, from here, I soaked my ass in the tub for awhile. I enjoyed every fucking minute of that, let me tell you, my two loyal readers. Rose scented bathwater and nothing but quiet with which to relax in. Ahhhh… Pure bliss, I tell ya… pure bliss… Anyway, before I get sidetracked here… Madden Man took me out to breakfast and I went to get a tattoo done. Yes people, I am addicted. I now have seven of them adorning my body. Not bad for a chick that only wanted one when I got it 11 years ago. Anyway, I got my very own Luke Chueh done. BTW, that’s Chueh pronounced “chew”. So… my tattoo…

 

He’s still all red from just being done. It’s actually black and grey, so when I am fully healed, I will take another picture and put him up as he is supposed to look like…

 

And the original artwork…

 

I think the tattoo artist did a really kick ass job myself. *smiles* I’m happy with it. I chose not to go with the cat/bear thing being white as white is notorious for fading really fast, so I asked the guy to shade him in with grey so he wouldn’t look like a friggin’ outline. And for those of you wondering, the painting is called Locked and I have felt that way many, many times, so I felt it was something that I wanted on me for the rest of my life. Hey! Don’t judge me… though I may at some point end up in my own Dude… Really? category here. :/ I keed… I keed…

 

Anyway… after getting my tattoo, Madden Man, T.T., my mum and I went to the movies. We saw the new Mummy movie. It was pretty good. The action scenes were great, but the stuff in between was rather boring and somewhat lame. Not to mention, I am not feeling Maria Bello and Evie. I miss Rachael Wiesz… seriously…

 

After the movies, I went and got my Cake Batter ice cream from my local Coldstone Creamery. I don’t do cake on my birthday, so I opted for the ice cream instead. *smiles* And so, I ended my day watching a preseason Titans football game with Madden Man and T.T. and Lord Jeebus help me, I was in bed and sleep before 9:30pm. I swear… I must be getting old… :/

 

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1. What is your favorite song right now? Why? Um, I don’t have one that is a favourite at the moment, but I have a lot of them that I can listen to over and over again and not get tired of.

2. What genre of music makes you the happiest? Rock. Yeah, I know, doesn’t necessarily make sense, but it does. :/

3. What would you name your band and what kind of music would you play? The Meddling Kids and we would play rock. (If anyone takes this and names their band that, I want credit for the name if/when you become famous!)

4. What is your favorite lyric of all time? Why? Damn… this is a hard one. There are so many lyrics that mean something to me, but I don’t have a favourite of all time though. :/

5. What band/artist could you never live without? Why? Green Day… I have been a fan for 14 years and I still love the shit out of them.

 

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Well, hello there you, my two loyal readers. I thought I would put up an entry today being that I am not going to be around tomorrow for my birthday. *squeals like a schoolgirl* I also wanted to give y’all a progress report about the gym/weight loss thing, so I have added a new category called (ironically enough) Progress Report. Every month I get a print out of how I am doing weight-wise and inches from the gym, so I’ll scan them and you can take a look (as well as keep up with me) at how I’m doing. Not to mention, it is proof that I am going to the gym for anyone that might doubt that out there. *laughs*

 

So, before I progress with the progress, I have to tell y’all that I started the week out really shitty. :/ I had an appointment with my doctor on Monday for a follow-up on the fingernail that I had removed back in May, my ankle as well as a couple other things. Well, my fingernail is almost completely grown out after only three months of it being removed. I was surprised because I was told that it would be like six months. Needless to say, my doctor was damn surprised as well.

So, onto my ankle. As you, my two loyal readers, know, I sprained my ankle back in October and found out in January. Well, my ankle isn’t healing. :/ Not only that, but the fucker is still swollen and has swollen up into my calf as well. :/ So, I now have to wrap my damned ankle way the fuck up into my calf when I go to the gym in the morning. Unfortunately at this point, there isn’t much that can be done about it. Have to let nature take its course… no matter how fucking long and slow that is. :/

Next… I have to carry my ass (and the rest of me as well) to have some blood work done on Monday. My iron levels were a little low. So, yet again, I am going to be poked for a few vials of blood. Ya know, back in the day I would be pissed, but in light of the last few years, I have to say that it doesn’t even bother me anymore. Okay, that is kinda a lie… It bothers me, just not like it would bother most folks.

Alright, onto my weight… Well, when I was weighed on Monday at the doctor’s office, I weighed in at 315. I was not a happy camper. If this was the case, that means that I had only lost like one pound since my weigh-in at the gym in July. I was on the verge of tears by the time my doctor came in to see me. Okay, so (paging Cher Horowitz), I had my weigh-in this morning at the gym and I weighed in at 310. Yes, folks, I lost five fucking pounds in the last three days. Water weigh, I know, but I am not going to complain. I have to say that I went off my water intake for a few weeks, so that may have contributed to the not moving of the scale. I increased my water intake from 33oz. to 64+oz. a day. This seems to have made a difference. I am hoping though that I can have a significant move in the scale by the time I have to go see Dr. K. in October for my five month check-up. Okay, so here is the progress report for July and the one for August.

 

Well… now that that is all out of the way, I have to tell you that Madden Man and I celebrated our six year anniversary yesterday. *does Snoopy dance* Six years that some days feel like an eternity in hell. *laughs* No seriously though, while I was at the gym, Madden Man and T.T. went to the market and got me an anniversary card. I didn’t even see them pass by the gym while I was there. :/ Anyway, when I got home, the card was waiting for me on the bed. I had an awwww moment. *laughs* Needless to say, nookie was had and damn if I wasn’t happy about that… Oh yeah, I never did tell y’all about the latest fiasco with my birth control…

Let me recap for you… I had my birth control changed from Ortho-Novum, in December due to the level of hormone making my have pain in my “girls”, to Ortho-Tri-Cyclen. The OTC made me a bitchX1000, so I was changed to Lybrel. Well, Lybrel didn’t work out either. ***TMI ALERT*** The Lybrel made me have a period, no period then two months (yes, I said two months) of serious spotting. :/ So now I am on Yaz and so far, it seems to be working out. So far… We shall see if it really works out.

 

Alright, well, if you are still reading, you deserve an award, but sadly, I have nothing other than my thanks for reading, so until next time…

 

 

 

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1. What is your favorite song to have sex to? Hrmmm… I have to be honest and tell you, my two loyal readers, that I do not have sex to music. :/

2. What is your vision of hell? Um, the life I am leading at the moment… does that count? *laughs*

3. In the film made of your life, who will play you? Wow… that’s a good one… I have no idea. There isn’t currently any actress in Hollywood that looks even remotely like me or that can get down my sarcasm and bitchiness to a “T”. *laughs*

4. What is the one thing you most urgently need to tell your mom? That I love her. I tell her everyday, but I still feel the need to tell her that urgently as well.

5. What will be carved onto your tombstone? I’d rather not think about that at the moment. :/

And the bonus: What is your drag name (which would be, first name: the name of your first pet; last name: the name of the street you grew up on)? Cindy Colina… Man that sounds so fucking weird…

 

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So, as I was looking around my fave gossip site (link over there in the sidebar) and I ran across a really hideous tattoo… one so bad that the owner doesn’t even warrant me putting the fucking pic up uncropped because, well, if any of you with small children happen to pop in while the kiddies are sitting there, this guy is the shit that nightmares (adult or children’s) are made from… Anyway, I got a little sidetracked there… I decided to add a new category to my blog strictly for those tatts that make you say “Dude… Really?” Note: That is with a deadpan tone… So, clicky the little link thingie there to see what the hell I have found… :/

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I swear, this is a bad year for celebs. :/ Yesterday Bernie Mac died, today, Issac Hayes passed. *frowns*

 

I guess Chef really won’t be coming back to South Park with his Chocolate Salty Balls. :/

And sadly the comedy world has lost yet another great…

 

Rest In Peace Bernie Mac… Go Make God Laugh…

 

1. Smells, and memories. Do you have a scent that when you smell it, brings up a memory? Do share. Um, I have a few actually, but the one that stands out is White Linen perfume reminds me of my Aunt. It’s the scent she always used to wear before she had a stroke and kinda gave up on life altogether. :/

2. Songs. Is there a particular song that brings back happy memories? Song title and memory, if you care to share that much. There are a few, but quite frankly at this time at night, I am not really up to putting them all down in my blog. Sorry.

3. How about a song that brings up painful memories? Song title and memory, if you care to share that much. Please see above answer. :/

4. Food. Is there a certain food that conjures up memories? Not really… nothing comes to mind at the moment.

5. Clothing? Do you have an item of clothing or if you see a certain item, does it make you think of a time/place or person? Yeah. I have a poet blouse, for those that don’t know what that is, it’s a blouse that has really pouffy sleeves. My mother bought it for me to wear to my father’s funeral. I still haven’t been able to part with it all these years later. I can’t wear it anymore due to the fact that while it was once white, it’s now kinda yellowish. :/

 

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Well folks, here it is… already August and yours truly is coming up on yet another birthday. I don’t mind birthdays so much as I tend to be rather disappointed in the way that are celebrated these days. :/ Not to mention the fact that I have to get weighed and have my measurements done at the gym the day before. My scale conked out on me, so I have no fucking clue if I am gaining or losing. Not that I am completely worried about it all at the moment anyway. I dunno… I guess since my scale has been a bitch, I have kinda taken the whole, “I don’t really need a scale” approach. I found that I had become way to fucking dependant on what the scale said as how it was going to shape my day… a little obsessive, if you will. So, this happens to be a bit freeing not having a scale at the moment. *smiles*

 

So, you all know how I so think MySpace is the devil… I have a bone to pick with the developers… I would really like to have an option to see who’s been viewing my damned profile. I swear… I have a bunch of profile views, but no clue who the fuck is stumbling onto my little piece of the MySpace-iverse. Now, if, not by some miracle just me being damned lazy, there is that option, could someone please clue a Fluffy Girl in on it? Seriously. I added someone yesterday and I got a page view, so I’m wondering if said person actualy popped into my boring ass page or something… Do I sound a bit neurotic? I’m not… no really, I’m not… OKAY, so I am where MySpace is concerned… sometimes. At least I’m not angsty teenage girl about it again. *laughs*

 

Alright, well, hopefully I have managed to not bore the fuck out of you, my two loyal readers, so as a reward, I am going to share with you one of the benefits of getting up at 6am and going to the gym… You get rewarded with things like the following in the morning…

 

This is what I got to see when I was heading to the gym yesterday morning. Kinda looks like God is going to reach his hand out and touch something or someone doesn’t it?

 

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1. What is your definition of romantic? Gestures that are completely spontanious.

2. Would you consider yourself to be romantic? Yeah, I do… or at least a romantic at heart.

3. Is your significant other romantic? Hell to the fucking no. :/

4. Have you ever chastised a SO for not being romantic enough or too romantic? No… it’s not even worth it at this point in the relationship. :/

5. What do you consider a grand romantic gesture? Have you ever been the recipient or giver of one? Imma have to get back to y’all on this one.

6. If you have done something romantic to get laid, did it work? If not, why and how did that affect your romantic tendencies in the past. No comment…

7. What is the most romantic thing you have ever done? Had done for you? I’ll get back to you yet again… :/

 

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