15:45 - 2005-08-05
Updates Galore
And then I look at this diary and realize that it's been deprived of updates on all the fun stuff that's happened since much earlier this summer. So I'm just going to shove a whole lot of update in here to make up for it.
Ouch. Over two months of neglect. I'm sorry.
Got a job, lost a job (at Cellutissue), spent most of the time in between then and now job hunting.
Timeline of major events is as follows: visit to strip club, parents and Lydia vacation, ankle injury, allergy attack, Rocky shopping. If I've left anything out, I'm sure I'll be told.
Inspired by Tales from the Boobie Bar, written by squigglz, Heather, Liz and I decided to go find a strip club to see what it was like and tip, like good little customers. We tried one place called 'Paradise Club' which is for only over 21, so they referred us to a place called Beansnappers which is for 18+. Which is sufficiently cool that we go there on a semi-regular basis now. It's hard to believe that the girls there dance in those shoes. I've walked on a pair of stripper heels once. It's not easy and they're up there dancing and doing pole tricks in them. They earn every dollar they make. Plus some of the guys are really creepy.
The vacation is notable primarily because I had the house to myself and Heather stayed with me for part of the week, which was fun.
Got injured at work, in a fairly narrow space, carrying a box, tripped on a pallet that was where it shouldn't have been, sprained my ankle. So I went into ER to get that checked out, they declared it a sprain, not a fracture and all parties departed happy. It's mostly better now, though still a little twingy.
Except then after I got home I had a little soda sweetened with pineapple juice. And it set me off. Allergic reaction with swelling of the throat followed. So I got to go into ER twice in one day. And they told me I should have used my Epi-pen, though I hadn't, given that I could breathe and the hospital is only 5 minutes away. I am getting serious about the watch what you eat thing now. I have a food diary and I'm avoiding a lot of processed foods, anything citrus and tomato sauce. In a stroke of great luck, however, it turns out that one of the most allergy friendly sodas is ... Coke! After one thing and another I'm working on food challenge testing.
And Rocky shopping which is a little less attached to the timeline, seeing as it's been spread out over the past couple of weeks. I talked Heather and Liz into going down to see Rocky Horror Picture Show on July 2nd. Shopping for appropriate clothing (and a few other odds and ends) has ensued and led us down the path to Adult stores. I am now the proud owner of a leather corset, which needs some slight, easily done repair work. Playing dress-up is fun! Liz and Heather and I each have a fabulous pair of knee-high, heeled boots. And there are fishnets, riding crops, bustiers, whips and other fun things in there as well. I'll post pictures at some point. Yay for Rocky virgins!
Also, one RPS pairing has been officially confirmed which is uberly cool.
And then of course, I came out to Dad and then there was the novelty of "Dad knows and he's okay with it."
My attempts at wheat-free baking are turning out badly. I made biscuits yesterday and they might pass for the hardtack sailors used to eat. Flat and salty. I'm planning on trying another half recipe with extra baking powder, adding the guar gum early and possibly risking some milk. I don't know what the difference is between raw milk and cooked. We'll see how desperate I get. In the mean time, I'm making do with Rice Dream. I have yet to muster up the courage to actually drink any straight.
I'm also having fun doing yardwork for a family friend. They have 3 cats, a dog and some fish. The cats (Neko, the sole female, her brother Frisky and the latest addition, Dante) all suffer from horrible, devastating neglect (just ask them) and are forced to converge on poor old me begging to be picked up, cuddled and petted. Their cries are so pitiful that I am forced to oblige them. Especially Neko. (I would steal that cat away if I didn't think Ben would come after me and rend me apart with his bear hands.) Truly, it's a wretched fate. And then of course Kess, the dog, needs love. Lots of love. And she's really glad to see me. Which she demonstrates by jumping up despite repeated orders to stay down. And then I cruelly abandon those poor animals to attend the paltry task of washing windows which is what I'm theoretically being paid to do.
And that brings us pretty much up to date.
