mind melting

We finished House of Cards. Orange is the New Black is long gone. The new season of Helix is not here yet... we need a show.
So I started browsing Netflix and while Chris won't watch HIMYM, he did agree to watch Dr. Who. We're about 5 episodes in, and while it's really a silly show, I like it. I do not see, however, how it has such a massive fandom. Maybe that comes after the 5th episode?

immediately

Flew back in to Texas this afternoon, then went grocery shopping and got all the ingredients for (gf) rice krispie treats-- with peanut butter. I had completely forgotten that my grandma does that and they are DELISH. I miss that woman.

P.S. Our cheese is on its way back with Ash, so I have to wait a couple days for cheesy deliciousness-- minus curds because they were sold out. Tragic!!

CHEESE

omg cheese. Good cheese. Curds. For the love of cheese. After this weekend I'm not going to poo for a week.


#worthit

safe

Google is not your friend when you don't feel well.
Which is why I like my gastroenterologist. He took me seriously. He kept saying, "We're going to take care of you," which made me feel so much better about everything. Hopefully we'll get some answers soon.

Also I'm pretty much done being poked with needles this week. I've had blood drawn 3 times this week. I've only got two arms... one ended up with a big sore bruise, and the other one got stuck twice, in the exact same spot. Eesh.

mirror

I would like to record that today, for the first time in my life, I looked into the mirror and I saw my mother. Like whoa. Caught me off guard.

I've always looked a lot more like my dad, but she was there for a few seconds before she was gone and I couldn't see her anymore. Couldn't catch that same angle again. But my mother was definitely there, in my face.

I went camping.

We went camping with some friends this weekend. In the woods. On a lake.

I haven't really been camping since I was 13. It was after that 2-week long stretch of camping up and down the California coast and I was pretty done with camping forever.

Apparently forever means 16 years. Chris has been dying to go camping so I told him he got 24 hours of enthusiastic, bitch-free camping, but after 24 hours, I want to leave. Let's be realistic here.

That system turned out to work very well. Camping itself isn't all that bad. I actually enjoyed myself- the break from technology and the fresh air. Not to mention it's relatively cheap. There were even bathrooms and running water, although peeing in the woods isn't really all that bad. It certainly helped that the weather was nice-ish- A little hot but air conditioning was not a necessity.

On the second evening, the nature (ie: caterpillar poo raining down, bees, and ants) was starting to get to me. I needed a shower and a good night's sleep in a proper bed. Fortunately, it was right at the 24 hour mark, and our departure was uneventful.

Oddly enough, I kinda want to do it again. Just for 24 hours, of course.

missing

BY the way, one of my favorite blogs took a break.
I totally get it and it's none of my damn business anyway, but I'm totally bummed!

It's weird how you get used to stupid stuff like that and then when it's gone you miss it.
Hmph. I like to decompress by reading about other people's random thoughts and lives.

At least Suze still puts rad stuff out there. *cough* Ash *cough*