gurgly IS a word!

I am ABOUT to have a phone interview for a job. It's been the second bite after many applications to businesses/workplaces of all kinds.  My phone is charged.  My heart is pounding harder.  My stomach is gurgly. (Yes, Dictionary, that is a word.)  The minutes are passing and I'm trying to stay relaxed, to 'be yourself' as I was so wisely advised (xo CK).  I'm going to 'kick butt', as I've also been told.  I have my notes in front of me, my webpages open, my application documents available for reference.  My hope is that I won't have to rely on any of those. :) My eyes are wide but my mouth is smiling.  Who the heck knows how this is going to turn out?...but this job sounds amazingly fun and right up my alley.  Aaaahhhh!  God is in control of everything!  "Thank goodness, a thousand times!" a 5-year-old said to me yesterday.  Even though she was referring to her older brother being sent to time-out for repeatedly pestering her, I still find her comment appropriate and comforting to my state of mind this afternoon.  :)

best bed ever

If you ever need a recommendation for buying a mattress that is:
1) healthier on a number of levels than any regular mattress you can buy
2) comfortable and will help you sleep better
3) lasts at least 20 years without getting worn out or need to replace it...
then come ask me.  I could talk to you for an hour!  I did many long hours of research before buying the mattress that arrived yesterday, and let me tell you...even after one night it's already amazing.  I look forward to the next 20+ years on it!  Hooray!  And thank you, CK, for trusting me on it. ;) xo

Now I'm awake!

It's been a long time since I freaked myself awake.  I stayed up too late last night.  I did hot yoga in Charm City til after 10pm, and it was nearly 11pm when I got home.  Go figure after a relaxing shower, I plan to read for 'a few minutes'.  Before I know it, it's 1:30am.  Oops.  Needless to say, after my radio alarm somehow snoozed itself twice and my human alarm* bounced me into consciousness, I dragged myself into the chill to 'relieve myself'.

[Tangent: don't you hate that feeling when you kind of wake up and want to go back to sleep but you know there's NO freaking way you'll be able to because you have to pee?  I hate that! haha]

Anyways, I'm drowsily seated.  I reach for the TP when I suddenly emit a *screech* and jump up off the toilet!  Okay, fine, I'm awake NOW!  There was a freaking stinkbug on that first dangling square!  UGH!  After I quickly regain my composure and rub the sleep out of my eyes, I make the adult decision to humanely tear off the square and flush it.  My human alarm comes to my rescue, but I don't need it this time.  Wait...yes, thank you, make us some coffee. :)


*human alarm - the other person who lives in my home who is sometimes still present to audibly and tangibly arouse me from slumber; also, the love of my life. xo

Camera. Swallowed. Check!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I swallowed a camera, a feat that even you could accomplish...only if your doctor asks you to have the test. :) It's called...the PillCam.  Google pillcam images for reference.  At the same time you wear this AWESOME shoulder purse and bullet-proof cummerbund.

Well, it may not be bulletproof, but there's gotta be something special about it if it has wires coming out of it attaching to the AWESOME shoulder purse!  I am 'proud' to wear my purse for the entire day, after which the doctor person will download up to 57,600 images of my digestive track.  Freaking amazing if you ask anybody! Not freaking amazing = clear liquid diet for 27 hours, drinking an entire small bottle of reconstituted Miralax, and reading the directions NOT to retrieve the camera after it has been 'released' from my system.  Most say 'gross!' but I say 'darn'!  This thing is freakin' cool!  Pictures of every place my food goes?!  Let ME see!!!

Not freakin' cool = reviewing 57,600 images.  So that's why the follow-up is 6 weeks.  Ha.  Alright, I'll cut him a break.