Thank god for Mucklucks...

This is the blog where you'll discover that I am a bit of a drama queen, however I assure that every metaphor and detailed description of what I am currently experiencing is 100% true and nothing less.

On Tuesday, I had a tonsillectomy done. For those of you who are unaware of the procedure, it is where they surgically remove your tonsils. Now this isn't a procedure doctor's normally like to do anymore, and it's often very hard to get a doctor to agree to taking them out. However, after five months of straight bedridden sickness and a lifetime of not being able to breathe enough through my nose, thanks to my large adenoids, I was a perfect candidate for the procedure.

The actually surgery is a piece of cake, 45 minutes, in and out then you're back in the recovery room drugged into a happy fog and time moves at a slow easy pace, but yet the hours fly by.
The two week recovery period where you're not being fed drugs through an IV is a whole story of its own.

I started this entry with the intention of blogging each day in detail because I know how much other blogs helped me during this time, however and unexpected twist halted this purpose. As soon as I got home from the hospital I was itching like crazy but I had no rash so the nurses said that I was just having a slight reaction to the Percocet (pain killer) and to just take Benedryl with my painkillers and all will be well. On day three I started throwing up at six in the morning and this continued all throughout the day. The pain was so excruciating in my throat I couldn't stand to take in anymore liquids. Finally at around 8 p.m. I knew that I was so dehydrated the cycle would never stop and my lovely parents took me to the emergency room. Where I was pumped full of saline and painkillers and steroids and anti-nausea meds. At two in the morning I was released to go home and couldn't have been happier now that I had a painkiller that was actually going to help not harm my recovery.

Long story short, I got these awesome Muklucks for christmas from the Gap. For those of you who are uneducated in the sleepwear lingo of today, they are like the world's greatest house slippers. Anyways, I have been living in them since the surgery and can't imagine recovery without them. My suggestion to you, if you think you need this surgery then read ALL of the comments on this blog and if you're still up to it after that, then it's time to buy yourself a pair of awesome muklucks and prepare your loving family for two weeks of complaints and whimpers; Those puppies need to come out!

That Redhead Connection

Two posts in two hours. I'm like a heroin addict, one entry and I'm already looking for my next fix.

So, I was sitting on my couch waiting for the fabulous Wonderful Wednesday Lineup as I like to call it which consists of SYTYCD (So You Think You Can Dance, for you uncultured baffoons that clearly need to watch a little more fox during prime time television hours even if it means having less of a life) and Glee. What more could a dancer want out of life!? Well apparently, this dancer needs an injection of blogger.com. So as I sit, I twitched with anticipation wondering how long I'd have to hold out through the withdrawal syndromes until it was socially acceptable to post a second blog. I mean jeesh, I only JUST started a few hours ago.

I circumlocute...
That's right I just thesaurused digress. So what? Now you're thanking me for teaching you a new word. And yes I made thesaurus into a verb, what's it to ya?

Anyways, I was plopped onto the couch (err loveseat, Roomie and I really do need to invest in some more sitting space) fighting off all of these ideas to blog about trying to convince myself that I can fight through the withdrawals and wait at least a day and then it hit me. The Redhead Connection. I couldn't just ignore this one.

Fellow gingers (sorry plain johns&janes you can read too... it'll give you an insight),
Have you ever noticed that almost eerie connection when you pass another carrot-topped feller on the streets or are introduced to a friend of a friend because "He's a redhead too!". Why is that? You think blondes get that look in their eye like no one else understands the life of a blonde but them? No. What's the big deal? Yes, I have red hair. No, It is not fake.

The only thing worse is when you meet face to face with a creepy redhead of the opposite sex. NO I AM NOT INTERESTED JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE RED HAIR. And HELL NO it does not give you the merit to use phrases like "sweet thing," "gorgeous," or my personal favorite, "babygirl" I am not a baby and I sure as hell am not your girl.
And for that matter, nor should you ever utter the words "baby girl" ESPECIALLY as a pale-skinned, freckle-faced, ginger. Got it? Good.
Sorry for the harsh words, I'm sure you're not all like that, boys; and the Redheaded pale skinned creeper from Lovefest, I'm sorry -- Lovelution, just ruined it for you all in my head. But someone had to say it.


p.s. no matter how hard I try, the second half still posts in giant letters... hmm

Help a Newbie out...

Yes, I said newbie & yes, I'll continue to say dorky, over-rated, never heard, and/or cliché things... there's no stoppin' me!



Welcome to my blog.

I say this because I don't really know how else to start off a blog. I don't have anything epic or incredibly witty to say to you that makes you immediately click the "follow" button and admire my coolness... I just like to talk. For the most part, to anybody who'll listen.

I'm a talker, always have been, always will be. There's just no shutting me up. I love to write. The days of Xanga (before myspace was IT and before Facebook was even more IT) were when I was at my cyber-happiest. So I've been reading... err... I should probably start picking up the blogging dialect... following some fellow blogger's blogs (alliteration is my guilty pleasure) and exploding with the need to write. I've always secretly enjoyed writing once I start but therein lies the problem: where to start.

I've had this account for a while just always sittin' around taunting me by waiting around till I'm ready. Practically screaming at me that I'm a gutless wimp. Just start already!

So here I am. Months later. Starting.

Ever get the feeling that you're a new kid on the block (no not the boy band) in way more ways than one? What to do! Where to begin?? And what's worse... what to do next?!

Any suggestions for a new kid desperately trying to fit into the blogging world? And how do I do that fancy-smanshy trick where any words you type are a link? Help!