A Fate of Fire

It’s never a pleasant experience to wake up and realize you slept in the wrong position. The body decides to punish this mistake by throwing a kink in your neck…or your shoulder…or BOTH.  This was me on Saturday morning.  Then it followed me all day….like a little kink-puppy.

I made the assumption that another night’s sleep would force it away. We all know what assuming does, though, and Sunday morning brought the pain!  I stretched, I massaged it, I rolled my back with a foam roller, and even rolled a tennis ball under my shoulder blade.  (THIS was extremely painful as well.)  All this to no avail.

Luke offered to drive to the store and purchase some muscle rub cream, and I consented. Upon his return, the cream was rubbed into my neck, right shoulder, and part of my back.

What came next was not expected. My skin burst into metaphorical flames!

Holy shit!! This is how this works??  They distract you from your regular pain by giving you pain that is equal to what one finds in the depths of hell???  Or was I turning into a lava beast!??

Damn; damn; damn!! Lava beasts can’t have pet cats! Or boyfriends…or any friends, for that matter!!  I wasn’t ABOUT to let this happen.

I began to frantically wipe at my skin with a towel.

Luke looked at me, questioningly. “Don’t do that! You’ll wipe it off!”

“That’s sort of the POINT!! It’s trying to kill me! It wants to ruin my LIFE!!!”

I had demon slime on my skin, and he wanted me to LEAVE it there!!? NO!!!

Luke then explained that creams like IcyHot had about 2.5% of the working ingredient, and the cream I had slathered all over my skin contained 10% of the stuff!

Lashes!! I’d been given lashes with whips covered in razor blades and fire!!  This was no cream!  It was all a lie!!  How did I manage to consent to this!!??

I wanted to curl into a fetal position while cuddling with ice cubes, but I resisted. If I could get through this, then I could handle anything.  A walk on the sun would be mere child’s play to me after THIS!  In fact, the sun would have to be my home.  A lava monster can’t live on earth.

The minutes seemed like years. I sat there, burning, and contemplating my fate.

Finally, slowly, but surely…it ended. I survived.  I conquered.

Today, my neck continues to hurt. I’ll let it.  I’ve been to hell.  I’m not going back.  I escaped the fate of becoming the Lava Monster.

Now, I face Monday.

Related: I have some CVS Muscle Rub in my purse, currently, if anyone else wants to taste death.  I’m keeping it handy for my enemies.

Something Happened Today…

It was unavoidable.

And, all I really wanted was lunch.

If I had known what was waiting for me, I might’ve just delayed awhile before trekking across the street to my favorite food place.

My co-worker, Reagan, and I decided to go to Chipotle around 11:00 in an attempt to avoid the massive amounts of online orders that create their huge, slow-moving lines.

So far, this was a normal journey. A lovely journey, in fact!

It was a cloudy day and very light sprinkles were falling. With the hot weather lately, it felt great!  All was right with the world, and I had no major concerns!  Plus, it was Friday!!

Things were too perfect.

I should have taken that as a warning…

**Entered Chipotle.**

**Ordered food.**

**Wanted to drool and devour food right then and there, but decided to walk it back across the street to work and consume at my desk.**

**Exited restaurant.**

Let me give you an idea of what this walk looks like, after exiting the restaurant. There is an intersection where construction is currently happening.  An entire corner is destroyed, and walking across the street in that part of the intersection is impossible.  I have to cross two streets in order to return to my work building, and at this point in time, there is only ONE path available.  (I walk south to cross the first street, then turn west to cross the second street.)

As Reagan and I began to stroll across, she points out the people directly in front of us across the first street, who I had not even noticed, because my mind was on the three soft tacos full of double chicken and deliciousness.

Right before my eyes, on the corner of the street, was a gigantic van, a man with a massive video camera, and a woman with a microphone.

Shit. The guy was recording the street.  I just hoped and prayed to myself at that moment that I WASN’T in the shot.  The last thing anyone needed to see was a video of me waddling across the street towards them.

Reagan spoke under her breath, “We should try to avoid them.”

(Wise words, Reagan…wise words…)

I nodded in agreement, just as some guy in an SUV drove by them (and us) yelling, “Take 2! Take 2!” I had to laugh as I heard the cameraman say “Everyone’s a critic.”  I’m pretty sure he meant to say “comedian”, but that’s beside the point.

At that moment, avoiding the news-people had become unavoidable. The light wasn’t yet green in the direction we needed to walk.  THERE WAS NOWHERE TO GO!  We were stuck on the corner, uncomfortably waiting.  That is when the reporter woman sauntered right up to us and asked us if we knew that this particular intersection was going to become a four way stop-light.  I told her I had no idea, and she immediately asked to interview me.

What was I supposed to say???

Well…THIS……*Sigh*…..THIS……. is what I said:

“Uh…sure…okay…um….oh GAWD….” (I gave a wide-eyed expression at the camera.)

I hoped the camcorder wasn’t recording at that moment. She reassured me, saying it was just a few easy questions.

(This is the part where Reagan is just standing behind the news-people, cleverly staying out of the camera’s shot….because she’s definitely smarter than me!!)

The first question was just asking me my name. I HAD TO THINK ABOUT IT!!!!!  (In my defense, my last name DID just change back to “Wood”, due to my recent finalization of my divorce, but STILL….I HAD TO THINK ABOUT IT!)  AND she told me to spell it…and I almost spelled it like “Would”!  Derp derp derp!

I immediately regretted my decision to do this. I was NOT prepared to stand and talk in front of a camera with a microphone in my face.  PLUS, my tacos were getting cold.

The rest of the interview went a LITTLE something like this:

Reporter: Do you walk on these streets very often?

Me: *smiles* Um….oh…yeah…yes…I walk down here all the time, because Chipotle is right over there!  (I pointed and smiled way too big.)

Reporter: So do you work around here?

Me: Yes, I work in that building right there. (More pointing, more goofy, huge smiling.)

Reporter: Do you ever ride a bicycle down here?

Me: Hahahaha! Oooh no! Nope!! (Shook my head a bit TOO vigorously at that point.)  I just walk down here for lunch…at Chipotle…because…it’s…right…there….(more pointing).

Reporter: Do you feel like you’ll be safe crossing the street when the intersection is changed?

Me: Oh! I love the Pedestrian crossing signs!!

Reporter: Those will be taken out.

(I had the deer in the headlights look at this point.)

Me: Well!  As long as those drivers watch where they’re goin’!!  (I’m pretty sure I said this in a Southern accent, and I have no IDEA where that came from!)

I don’t remember what else she asked, You Guys. I kind of blanked it out.  Something about 4-way stops and maybe other things…I DON’T KNOW!  Panic was happening inside of me at that point, and my memory is gone!!  Maybe they were aliens.  I don’t fucking KNOW!!!!!

All I DO know is that I may or may not end up on KCTV5 tonight, talking a VERY little bit about the intersection, and a very LOT a bit about how, “OH yeah…I walk down here every day! I eat Chipotle EVERY Day!! GOTTA GET THAT HOT CHIPTOPIA STATUS!! FUCK YEAH CHIPOOOOOOOOTLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!”

That’s not what I said…but it’s EXACTLY what my hungry eyes said. And since the camera adds ten pounds, know what people are going to see/hear if the news decides to use this footage??!!

“Leah and her chubby cheeks fucking adore Chipotle so much and who cares about a road and a four way stop, because all she wants to do is EAT ALL THIS CHIPOTLE and babble like an idiot in front of a camera!”

I’m just hoping when they re-watch this footage, they’ll decide to interview someone else,  and they’ll be completely regretting the fact that they even considered talking to me, a chubby, Chipotle-loving whacko.

Cat Fail and Paw-Webs

My cats have ONE job in order to contribute to the household. Just ONE.  And that job is to be the murderous, ferocious felines that they were born to be and kill any insect or spider that crosses their paths!  My cats are failures.

**Cat sees spider crawling across the floor.**

Neko Cat thought: “Hmm…what is this?….I’ll touch it…. huh….it is still moving…I think I need treats.”

Buddy Cat thought: “What is that idiot, Neko, doing? Those crawly things taste like shit.  I barfed one up earlier.  I think we need some treats.”

And then I’m left to chase after and dispose of said spider. This happened several times in the past day.  I can’t even figure out what kind of spiders these are, but they all match!  They’re all in the same family, and apparently all out to get me!

I made the mistake of google imaging American Spiders to try to figure out the type I have running rampant. This was a poor decision, it turns out, because now I have creepy-crawly feelings all over my skin. **shudders**

What’s worse is that I couldn’t find the spider that resembled my new, little house creatures. This most likely means I have a BRAND NEW, NEVER BEFORE IDENTIFIED species of spider swarming into my house.  They could potentially be DEADLY…or…they could potentially give me super powers so that I can have a 6-pack overnight and then subsequently swing around on tall buildings.  I’m not sure which, but I’m still not keen on the idea of being bitten.

Then again…okay…spiders, you can bite me if you give me super powers! But only THEN is it okay! And do it while I’m sleeping…on some part of my body where it won’t hurt much.  DON’T BITE MY CATS!!  The last thing I need is my fat furr-balls flying around the air on little paw-webs.  There’s no WAY I’d be able to hide the treats from them then!  And could you imagine the mess they would make!??  There’d be furry webs EVERYWHERE!  My place would end up looking like the cave of Shelob from LoTR!

DO YOU HEAR ME, MYSTERY ARACHNIDS??? YOU’D BETTER BE SUPER-SPIDERS OR GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!

Roller Skate Limbo

Do you guys remember the whole “Junior High Skating Rink” scene? Remember all the games they’d try to get everyone to play? I wasn’t bad at roller skating, but I tended to steer clear of those. I just knew better…I knew my limitations. 
The one game that sticks out in my memory most is Limbo. You always knew who was going to win, after just the first round. It was ALWAYS that fucking girl who could do the splits on skates. Yeah…..and STILL, everyone wanted to give it a whirl and play. I never understood that. I mean, seriously? You think CROUCHING, which puts you an entire foot higher than split-girl, is going to win it?? You think you have a CHANCE?? No. You just had to line up and HOPE that the split-girl wasn’t there. (It never worked out that way, though. She was ALWAYS there.) 
Or how about the kids who didn’t KNOW HOW to skate!? They’d tip-tap-tip-tap-tip-tap…
 
TIP TAP TIP TAP TIP TIP TIP….
 
TIP TIP TIP TIP TIP……….TAP……………….TIP…………………………………….CLUNK!
 
They’d be moving one INCH an hour, just to eventually knock the fucking stick to the ground and be called out in the very beginning. To the parents who made their youngsters give it a whirl when they KNEW their kid couldn’t skate, nice job on lowering THAT self-esteem!
Then there were the kids who refused to believe they’d been tagged out. It’d be obvious to EVERYONE that this kid touched the damn stick….and the person working the game would tell them to get off the rink with a little point of the finger. That kid’s thinkin’ “Nah……I’m getting back in line….WHADDYA GONNA DO!!??” Because, what COULD they do? Throw the seven year old kid out on the street? Ha! At the end of the game, it’d be THAT kid, and split-girl….and it’d go for ten more fucking rounds, while everyone else just stands around wondering when it was going to end!

Mondayne

Until I have another story to tell, the random ramblings will ensue.——————-

Here we are again. The first Monday of work for the year. So far, it hasn’t been horrible. I slept wrong and have a kink in my neck. I had a message about low tire pressure when I got into the freezing car this morning. Then, there was no coffee made when I arrived at work. Also, my phone is refusing to go into silent mode, so I have to keep headphones plugged into it at my desk so that my text sound is constantly dinging. It’s 8:15am.
The good things that have already happened: I remembered my 2016 Kitten calendar to hang at my desk, I’ve obtained an order for Girl Scout Thin Mints, AND a coworker of mine is STILL finding glitter from when I helped booby trap his desk over a week ago. It’s now 8:16am.
And then there are the ramblings:
~Holy shit!! I totally forgot that I have 3 Monsters in the refrigerator here at work!!! This Monday just got three times BETTER!!!!!!
~I think I might’ve just found my first gray hair. I’m not positive, because when I did a double glance in the mirror, it had already run off and hidden under my regular hairs. I’m sure it realizes that as soon as I find it, I shall PLUCK IT OUT and deny its existence!!! Or perhaps the lights were playing tricks on me, and it really doesn’t exist. I’ll hope for the latter.
~I emptied my shred box today. Good news: There were no sneak-attacks from scary spiders this time!
~It is taking EVERYTHING IN ME right now to NOT grab five bags of chips and eat them all! I have to give myself pep talks:
“Leah…you have an apple. It’s plenty. You don’t need the salty goodness of chips. Do you want to lose weight or not??”
“Well..yeah, but…”
“NO BUTS!”
“I can smell them…their smell is beckoning me.”
“NO, you can’t. You don’t have the nose of a hound dog. All those chips are packaged up and sealed. You can’t smell them.”
“Have you SEEN the size of my nose?? I mean seriously! It’s possible I’m smelling those chips. Something smells like potatoes and cheese and salt and Doritos!”
“NO…you aren’t smelling anything from that snack bar. You smell someone’s lunch, and it doesn’t even SMELL like any of that! It smells like fucking Microwave Asian Zing shit! That’s the smell of MSG and despair!!”
“I could have sworn that was Lays potatoes I smelled. I really wants Lays. I WANNA GET LAYS!”
“You don’t NEED to get Lays! Forget about it.”
“Yes, I do. I need to get Lays!”
“Use a different conjugation of that word, and you MIGHT be correct!”
“……..Heh….”

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~I’m back at my desk now. No Lays. Just a fucking apple.

Belated Rando

I know…it’s been a long time!
But, look…I have an excuse. It isn’t a good one, but it exists.
My right hand was in a splint for several weeks after breaking my finger. I could hardly type. When I DID type, it turned out like this:
 
POh HIP[! How are Yp987? I*_(J’ Been better…my lpo9feft puand is fucp98ikekd up, tho[809ough…
 
So, you can imagine the frustrations of any attempt of writing a blog. Even MORE annoying was trying to DRAW illustrations to go with future blogs. 
But NOW, my hand is free! I can do all the regular things—writing, drawing, typing, masterbating….
And if you’re wondering how I broke my finger….Umm…. you know that klutz factor I often mention?
Add alcohol…and concrete. The End.
So since it’s been awhile, I’m going to ease back into this thing with some randomness/my thoughts throughout the day:
-I shouldn’t listen to stand-up comedy while sitting at my desk, because it results in laughter-coffee spraying from my mouth onto my computer screen. 
-I just discovered I’ve been wearing my underwear inside out all day.
-I want Macaroni and Cheese so very badly right now, but all I have are M&M’s and no money.
-Is cat-hair breathable? Whether it is or not, I’m pretty sure I get more of that in my lungs than oxygen, because my cats seem to shed forever! No matter how much I sweep, when I look at my apartment’s air filter, there’s a thickness of probably 12 inches of just hair on there! Can a furnace catch fire due to two months of cat-hair buildup? I should probably teach my cats how to use fire extinguishers.  
-I should definitely teach my cats how to use fire extinguishers….and how to use a broom.

Left Turners…

There is not much rage that can compare to what I feel inside when I’m running late, driving to work, and am stuck at an intersection longer than necessary.  I’m not talking about a stop-light that stays red for too long (though I’m not a fan of those, either).  I’m talking about stupid, illiterate people.  Well…..not even THEM….just stupid assholes.  Because, when I have to wait at a light, watch it turn green, not move even a teensy bit, and then watch it turn red…..AGAIN….because some jerk wants to turn left at the intersection WHERE IT IS ILLEGAL TO DO SO, my fury builds to such proportions that I hope bad things happen to that person.  No, not a wreck or anything completely malicious..but something such as a policeman pulling them over for being a DINGUS!! (<– This word is courtesy of @alanaaanoel……Girl, you know why! *wink*)

This is not me, typically.  I don’t just wish bad things upon people…

But that’s the thing about rage….it sneaks up on you and turns you into something else.

Rage Left