Monthly Archives: February 2010

snow affective disorder

For the past 5 years (or so), the months of January and February have been really hard on me.  It got easier once my thyroid problem was diagnosed and they put me on synthroid, and this year has been easier than past years.  However, the snow is killing me.  DC is mired in tall mounds of dirty snow and ice.  Roads are not back to normal – we’re still missing having more than one traffic lane in most neighborhoods.  People (including me) are getting nasty over shoveled parking spots.  After spending a couple days digging out, TRUST ME, you’re going to want to key that asshole who snags your spot and then sits in it for the next three days.  On top of all that, I’ve had sinusitis since October – not being completely well is not helping.  I see the ENT again on Wednesday to go over last week’s CT scan to figure out what to do next. I have a partially deviated septum and a concha bullosa.  Whatever that means.  I don’t care what they have to do to make it better at this point.

I was smart and bought a ticket to go see the fam in Miami a few weeks back.  I leave on Thursday night and return on Monday.  Its a short trip, but hopefully will help boost vitamin D and mental health back into better ranges.  The fam is all, “I hope it is warmer when you get here.”  Um, 60 degrees F IS warm compared the DC frozen tundra.  I’m bringing sandals regardless.  Teh Smitten is staying home and will probably spend it watching awful horror movies and playing video games in utter filth.  Good for him.  You gotta do what you gotta do to stay sane.

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facebook statuses

Now that I’ve friended my nephew on FB, I find myself a bit constrained.  There are so many FB statuses that I could have posted but couldn’t because I’m an adult.  Its a pisser, yo.

Tonight, Teh Smitten – after having been locked in the house with me except for a short excursion yesterday or to shovel – gets this devlish look on his face tonight, pulls up his t-shirt, licks his finger, and dips it lasciviously in his belly button.  Thus, “belly buttons are the new nipples”.  Now wouldn’t that have been an awesome FB status? Except I can’t say ‘nipples’ knowing that my 10 year old nephew may see it while he is hanging out in Petville or Fishville.  Not to mention an elderly relative and numerous self-righteous family members/sorority sisters.  And people from work.  Gah.  People are RUINING facebook.

I’m thinking it might be time to renew the blogging.  I’ve spent the last few days in pj’s like some filthy blogger and I think I kind of miss it.  Nobody reads it anyway; at least nobody that I don’t care about offending.

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