02 November 2013

Broken Ankle Blues Part 5000

My ankle still hurts me on the daily. It's been nine months and I'm still ready to chop this thing off and go all Hershel. 

The pain varies day by day, like today my entire foot is swollen and I feel like my metal is gonna blow out on me when I walk. Some days it is the pins, like yesterday. 

I wonder if I pushed myself too hard to get out of my wheelchair. 

When I got my tickets for Spooky Empire, I was determined to not be in my chair when I met Norman Reedus, since he was the entire reason I was going. I pushed myself through physical therapy and was walking and had full range of motion a lot earlier than most people with my same injuries. I was gonna walk and stand for a photo op, damn it!

Then he cancelled and I kinda went a little nuts - I had spent my entire tax return on tickets and hotel, not counting the pain I had gone through to get out of that fucking chair. 

I'm not blaming Norman Reedus by any means, even though he's the reason I pushed so hard. Sounds fucking ridiculous, doesn't it? I did get to come back to work earlier than what I was supposed to, so it isn't all bad. I'm just left in a lot of pain on the daily because I am an over achiever that wanted to walk and not be Wheels while my best friend was Leg Man at the convention. 

I'm still proud that I kicked the opiate addiction I developed during that time. Cold turkey. Like a boss. 

Some days I'm still ready to cut the damn thing off. 

30 May 2013

Revamped Maybelline Routine

Hi, guys!

Things have been so crazy, like always, and I haven't really had time to sit down and blog at all. I may start making videos!

This post is an update to my makeup routine. Recently I decided to go on a complete overhaul of my makeup kit and start from scratch since a lot of my products were older and needed to be binned.

Lately I've been on a huge Maybelline kick. All of the products I currently use, except for my eyeshadow and my face care, are Maybelline.

My base product is their Dream Matte powder. Not only does it smell good, it offers just enough coverage for my face. I don't have many blemishes, so I do not feel the need for a heavier product. This product does come with a sponge under the powder in a little twist out compartment, though I don't use it. I use a kabuki brush instead since I like how it lightly deposits the powder on my skin, giving me the ability to build it up for more coverage if I need to.

The Dream Matte powder also prevents my face from getting oily, something that all of my previous foundations failed to do. All day wear, no greasies even in the nastiest of Florida conditions. It's an A+ in my book!

The second addition to my collection was a new mascara. I already used their The Colossal Cat Eyes, and it was time for something different. I didn't like how I would end up with clumps with the Cat Eyes so I decided to deviate from the norm and picked up a tube of Volum' Express The Mega Plush.

It's fantastic! The brush isn't curved like Cat Eyes, and I like it a lot more. I have no clumps and mega lashes that just pop! As always, I do one coat all over and then a light coat on the ends after the first coat has dried. It makes my lashes look amazingly plush and glam.

I also needed a new eyeliner. I've never been a true fan of pencil or kohl, preferring the liquid and gel liners instead. Since I was out of liquid I picked up a pot of Eye Studio Lasting Drama gel liner. It was a lot easier to use than I expected, since I have had varied results with gel liners before. I like the brush that comes with it. Unlike other gels I've tried before, this brush is extremely soft. It's got the ability to create a super dramatic deep line, or a thin simple line for day. The staying power is tops, as is the ease of application. This isn't in my every day routine, but definitely worth mentioning.

My final grab was two tubes of Color Whisper lipsticks. The color is so light and airy. I don't normally use lipstick since my lips are massive enough and the extra color just adds attention to them. I feel I can wear these without having to worry. It's just enough color to add definition, but not enough to drown me out.

I lucked out and found a duo pack of Baby Lips on sale at Walmart last week, so I picked those up too. I'm not as thrilled about those since they have a shimmer to them and make me look a bit drowned out.

So that is my updated makeup bag! I'm in love with all of the products except for the Baby Lips. I think I've finally found something that sets well with me ^_^

I also got my confirmation email today that I've been selected for another Influenster VoxBox program for summer. My box should arrive mid-June, so keep your eyes peeled for new reviews of the products they send me. If you would like to know more about Influenster, and how you can become an Influenster yourself, visit www.influenster.com and sign up. You never know, you may have a VoxBox of your own to review one day!

Stay golden, dears!


08 May 2013

Quickie Review: Clear Hair & Scalp Therapy Mask

I'm a little pressed for time today, so I'm going to do a quickie review on a product that has become a staple for me.

I've been using the Clear products since I got some complimentary bottles from the Influenster program. I've totally fallen in love with the line, and my hair has never been better.

I currently use the Damage & Color Repair products. When I saw they made a hair mask, I was on board.

The mask has the consistency of a deep conditioner, very thick. It smells just like the shampoo and conditioner, which was a perk for me since I am picky about the scent of products that I use. The other products smell absolutely heavenly. I would have been disappointed if this didn't follow suit.

After shampooing and conditioning, slather a generous amount on your hair and let it sit for three to five minutes. Rinse, then style as usual.

I could tell a good difference from my first use. My hair was softer and had more body than it did just from the shampoo and conditioner alone. I've gotten many compliments. Thus far, I've used it only once a week. That's all I really need since my hair is naturally oily to begin with.

One of my favorite things is the repair job it's done. I've done a lot of coloring, more than I should have done in recent years. My hair finally looks healthy again.

You can find this product for around $5 from your local drug store.

04 May 2013

Being A Set

Anyone who knows me knows I spend a load of time on Twitter. While there, I generally get to see and participate in some amazing conversation.

The topic that struck me tonight was someone talking about how they wanted to find that special person that they could settle down with, and being tired of single life.

I know, I may not seem like a good authority on something like that since I have been in a relationship for the past seven years with an amazing man. That seven years has given me time to really grow into my own skin and change as a person. I am a much different person now than I was when we first got together.

What was behind the growth?

Major soul searching. I started to realize that I wasn't getting any younger, that I needed to devote more time to number one before I could truly be a good piece for a set.

I went back to school, threw myself more into art, started writing more, expanding my horizons in general. It's made me much more comfortable in my own skin. I've started to discover what is really me, and I am really digging who that chick is.

The best part? It's the total opposite of the other part of my matched pair!

I'm a total punk rock chick deep down, and he's gangster rap. I'm an adult sparkling fairy princess, and he's darker and twisted. I'm a language enthusiast who loves to read - he's video games and movies.

What makes us work so well is the fact that we are so different, and we roll with it. I am comfortable in who I am, he's comfortable with who he is, and that is why we have lasted so long. There are no fronts, no lies, just openness and acceptance.

It really boils down to loving yourself. Love yourself and you open so many doors to the love of others. Knowing who you are and what you are all about will lead you to more easily accept others and their inner sparkling fairy princess or soccer hooligan.

Try something new. Take a cooking class. Walk around your house naked. Watch a movie that you never thought you'd enjoy. Express your inner feelings with glob of clay.

You will be surprised what a little soul searching can do. You're a damn awesome person, you just have to find who that person is.

In the great words of RuPaul, "If you can't love yourself, how the hell are you going to love somebody else?".

20 April 2013

The Fat and the Furious

I think I have hit rock bottom wardrobe wise.

I have nothing in there, other than large t-shirts, that fit properly.

Even my jeans are snug to the point that they are uncomfortable.

So what did this tubby bitch do?

I bought leggings. Like six pairs of leggings. Since they can expand with my waistline.

For those of you who are unaware, I gained about 20lbs since I broke my ankle. I feel enormous, even though I'm barely 140lbs. This is the largest I've ever been, and I'm simply miserable.

To make matters worse, I'm starting to slip back into some of my old eating disorder habits, such as eating very lightly, if at all, and exercising until I nearly throw up.

The icing on the cake was my roomie telling me she likes the way I look, a bit pudgy. She told me last night that when I was my normal size (of about 110lbs, still big to me) I looked almost ana skinny. And I was absolutely nowhere near ana skinny. Been there, done that, earned the name Skeletor.

(She is a larger girl herself, so I'm not sure if she was being honest, or nice/nasty.)

All in all, I feel pretty terrible about myself right now. I haven't felt this way since I did have the eating disorder. I'm afraid that I will slip right back into old habits. As they say, old habits die hard, especially when it comes to ED. It's like it's always there, at the back of your mind, nagging you. "Don't eat that, you'll regret it." "Oh, you want to eat that piece of chicken? You must love thick thighs."

It doesn't end. It's a fight that I don't feel I'll ever win, both on the weight gain side and then on the battling the ED relapse side.

Let me be clear, telling someone with an ED to eat a sandwich isn't constructive. It's just going to make me mad.

I need to get this weight off the healthy way this time. I can't go back to how I was. I was sickly, too thin, and always cranky. I need to be healthy.

19 April 2013

Most Awesome Professor Ever

I have the best professor ever.

He's given  me until the end of the summer to complete my finance course.

No word from the leadership prof. Little pissed.

That's life.

Back to finance. I'm so far behind I need to double time it if I plan to make it out with an A.

18 April 2013

Spooky Empire Orlando and Norman Reedus

Hello, lovelies!

Life has certainly turned for the better since I broke my ankle.

I've got a strange new family unit going on, I've become incredibly active on Twitter, and I've decided to spend more time focused on me.

My first act of focusing on me rather than work was purchasing tickets for me, my bf, and bestie for Spooky Empire in Orlando. They have tons of guests coming, but my initial target was Norman Reedus.

Who is Norman Reedus?

Unless you've been living under a fucking rock all of your life, you'll recognize him from such roles in the two Boondock Saints movies, as well as Daryl Dixon on The Walking Dead. He's also done various smaller roles in television, quite a few movies (Blade II is an example) and he's pretty much got his own video game (The Walking Dead: Survival Instinct). Then there is his modeling career.

All in all, this man has a pretty vast portfolio under his belt. He's also one of the most humble actors you'd ever wanna meet. Proof? Ask some of the lovely Reedsluts on Twitter that have had the chance to meet him.

When I found out he was going to be at Spooky Empire in May I jumped on that shit. Jumped on it.

Mainly because I want to see if he is really as humble and nice as everyone says. No man that looks that good can be that humble. Most highly attractive men I've ever met in my life were either total douchebags, or just nice enough to get you into the sack before they turned into total demon seeds.

I also wanna ask him if he will let me touch his titanium eye socket. I'll gladly offer my titanium ankle up in exchange. My ankle doesn't feel so weird, so I don't imagine his eye will feel so strange. I also want to know who did his surgery and how on earth he came up pretty much scar free. I'm going to have an ugly scar for the rest of my life on my ankle thanks to this break and surgery. Meh, chicks dig scars, so I think I'll be alright.

As a last hoorah, I want to ask him if he will switch glasses with me for a picture. My Hello Kitty glasses for his Ray Bans. I highly doubt that is going to happen.

I've decided I'm going to wear my Things That Make My Dick Hard shirt, add his name to the bottom, and possibly say "guurl, you made me pop my tuck" if I think about it.

That's if I even make it through the autograph line. I've heard his lines are notoriously long and I possibly won't even get to meet him. That will make me pretty sad, considering I've spent an upwards of four hundred dollars already between tickets and a hotel room for three.

Another really exciting thing about this horror weekend is a Warriors reunion! I told my bf about that, and he immediately wanted to go. Then I leaked that Norman would be there and he got even more excited.

The couple that fangirls together stays together.

26 March 2013

Spooky Empire 2013

Since I didn't get to go to the other con I wanted to attend, I have decided to go to Spooky Empire in Orlando this year.

I've bought the tickets so there is no excuse now, and anyone who tries to stop me can go suck dog buns.

This year Norman Reedus is going to be there, and that is my main reason for going. I really admire him as an actor and as a person. From what I've been told, he is an extremely humble person and very nice to his fans. If I read right, he rescheduled his flight on Sunday just so he could finish up with fans at the con he was at in Ohio. If that's not sweet, I don't know what is.

Now I'm waiting on a friend of mine to work on my cane. I got my cast off today, and I'll have my walking boot until May, so I'm going to need a cast for long distance walking.

I also need to work out some outfits.

My I <3 Daryl and Walking Dead sweatshirt are coming in on Friday. The rest of the things I wear I am going to sew myself. I'm thinking of doing something that is inspired by the Day of the Dead. That would be wicked sweet.

For now, I need to start getting muscle tone back in my leg. My calf has atrophied so much that I now have a leg that looks like it belongs on a young child. It's so skinny compared to my other leg. If the rest of my body matched up, I wouldn't mind being that thin!

23 March 2013

Saturday Night Randomness

Nothing much has changed in Vonnie land. 

I'm still wrapped up to almost my knee thanks to my lovely break. My incisions still itch, and I still have mini bouts of rage/pissiness because I'm so frustrated. It really sucks, this cast life foolishness.

So, to bide my time at home, I've been mostly looking up funny pictures on the internet to lift my spirits, and watching The Walking Dead.

First I wanna share a picture that totally tickled me.

This is wallpaper size, so enjoy Adventure Time fans! One day, I'm going to use this as an insult, probably at a totally random and inappropriate moment. Try saying 'dog buns' and not giggling. 
Can't do it, can ya? 

Watching the hell out of The Walking Dead has really taken my mind off of matters. They are going through so much shit in that show it's hard to really feel down on yourself. 

I do have a bit of beef  - when the hell are we going to see Melissa McBride's name in the opening credits, huh? We get everyone else BUT her and it's pissing me off. 

Carol has been my favorite character from day one. At first, I couldn't really explain it. What would attract me to such a weak human being that has allowed herself to be convinced that she deserves the beatings her husband dishes out on her, to defend him after he has his ass handed to him by Shane? Everyone I know didn't like her because they felt Carol was useless, a waste of space. 
Need I remind you that it was Carol that got everyone out of the CDC? 

I could see something that my friends couldn't. Given the time, even the weakest person will thrive in an environment when they absolutely have to. She could have offed herself after Sophia's death, but she didn't. She carried on. 

Then, between seasons two and three, something changed. She came back as a total kick ass chick. There was a sudden spark, a fire behind her eyes. 
As the season has continued, she's continued to grow. I'm hoping that next season we will really get to expand more on the lesser focused upon characters like Carol, and Milton if the poor guy doesn't meet his end in the last two episodes of this season. 
As for Caryl (the Carol/Daryl ship), I ship it like a mothafucker. What of it? 

Since I'm in a much better mood, it's time for some small Carol/Melissa spam. She's just beautiful. If you have anything negative to say, save that breath for suckin' some dog buns. 

That outfit I find enchanting. I've just never been svelte enough to wear something like that, even at my smallest.

Season 3 Carol ready to stab some walkers in the face with that tire iron. Season 1 Carol would have hesitated, I think. 

 And, for good measure, this one always makes me smile. 

Maybe once something starts going on in my life I'll blog something that is really worth a damn.

For now, stay golden and I'll see you next time, same bat time, same bat channel.

18 March 2013

17 March 2013


Lately I've been going through a lot of changes and made some decisions.

In roughly a year, I will be moving to Georgia with my boyfriend, one of our closest friends, and her children.

We are looking into property with land attached, and have discussed ways of becoming totally self sufficient and pretty much off of the grid as far as power and other means of consumption are concerned. We're going to have our own garden so we can grow and can our own food, I'm going to have chickens for fresh eggs, and we are going to rely on hunting during season to feed us the year round. We also plan on making most of our clothing, personal hygiene supplies, and pretty much anything else that we need that we can make ourselves.

Along with those changes comes the decision that I will no longer be studying finance. It just isn't where my passions lie anymore.

After my experience at the hospital, and my newfound courage when it comes to needles, I think I want to go into the medical field.

This works, mainly for the fact that the second largest hospital in Georgia is located in the city we will be moving to. Bonus number two? It's got one of only two level one trauma centers in the state of GA.

And if I need a change of scenery for a few days, Atlanta is only about an hour or so away. Endless restaurants, shopping, concerts, and cons. Life will be good.

Reflecting my change in attitude and mentality, this blog will be changing as well. I know it's gravitated away from a beauty blog. It did that a while ago. Now this will be my personal space for whatever the hell suits me at the time. It will also be my log of daily life.

I thank all of my followers that were following this fledgling beauty blog, and I hope you don't decide to unfollow because it isn't targeting the same demographic it once did. I've met some amazing people through this experience thus far and hope that you will grow along with  me.

11 March 2013

One Month, Two Years

One month ago today, I had my ankle surgery. Lately it has been hurting even worse than normal, to the point of nausea, so I'm going to go back to the doctor later today. My boyfriend says it is normal, though I am not so sure, and neither is my father. I have pain isolated on the inside of my ankle, as well as swelling on the top of my ankle where it's supposed to bend, and tingling in my big toe.

I have been sleeping harder lately, and I wake up every morning in pain after I've kicked my propping pillows off. I'm in pain right now if I don't have it propped, and even then I feel intense pressure.

Not to mention the cast itches like a total mofo.

I'm hoping to god that this is just normal, that I'm being a worry wart as usual, and that I'll just pop in for an x-ray and bloodwork to determine that it's run of the mill stuff and hope I don't get hospitalized again.

I like the hospital here, don't get me wrong, I just don't wanna go back for more bills.

My other reason for posting this is to take a moment to remember the victims of the tsunamis and earthquakes in Japan two years ago today.

I was scared shitless. I had two loved ones in Japan at the time, one that I was able to get into contact with within the first 24 hours (he was further away from the worst of the damage), and another that took almost three months to find. Every day I searched for him on the missing persons listings hoping to see he had been located.

Even today thinking of that time makes my chest tight.

Please take a moment to remember the lost, and to say a prayer for recovery. Recognize the strength and resilience of the people of Japan.

23 February 2013

Another Bad Day

Since I've had this surgery, I've had good days and bad days.

Today has been a bad day. I'm in a lot of pain today. My staples burn and I'm having spasms in my ankle.

I did get my hair done, so that is something that makes me feel good. A picture post is forthcoming.

20 February 2013

Broken Ankle Recovery

It seems that I have the worst luck.

If life couldn't get any more hectic, I broke my ankle a week and a half ago.

It wasn't a simple break, either.

I fractured it in two places, broke it in one, and ripped up my tendons.

For my first break, I did a number on myself.

We were at a friend's house waiting on her dog to have puppies since we used our male as a stud. I went inside to get something to eat, and when I came back out into the back yard I tripped in a hole that was about a foot and a half deep. I heard a crack, I stumbled, then fell on my face.

Of course I scream when I realize what happened. My boyfriend was right there and elevated my legs. After that, there was no pain, just some numbness in my foot. He was in more of a panic than I was, to be honest. I was rather mellow after the adrenaline kicked in. I was embarrassed and pissed because I had crushed my donut in my fall. I also got a little irate when my boyfriend wouldn't give me a cigarette.

Our friend called an ambulance, and about five minutes later there were five paramedics and a city police officer in the back yard standing over me. I am assuming the officer was there because it was very early on a Sunday morning (this all went down at about one in the morning) and it was a Mudfest weekend.

They put me on a backboard and put one of the neck braces on me and carried me out to the ambulance. That is when the freakout started.

I started to panic about the neck brace, begging them to remove it. After a small fight and signing some paperwork they took it off. They took it off just in time - I started to vomit after that. Fun times, sitting in the back of an ambulance with five paramedics hurling in a red bio-hazard bag.

A second freak out came when they started talking about cutting into my shoes. I talked them into just unlacing the shoe, which they did, and pulling it off. I didn't care if they cut through the sock.

Pain. Blinding pain as soon as that shoe came off.

I almost cried when he asked if he could cut through my anklets. I wore those basic black anklets on for about fifteen years, so when he asked to cut them off I politely told him no. For safety purposes, they had to be removed.

The trip to the hospital was quick, with moderate panic and vomiting.

The real fun started when I got into the emergency room.

As I mentioned, it was a Mudfest weekend. For those of you who don't live here in Florida, Mudfest is an event that is held throughout the year where people pay to play in the mud. It's a pretty big deal. People from all over the place come with their big trucks, buggies, ATVs, and every other toy in between to spend three days acting like total tards in the mud. Think of it somewhat like Mardi Gras is party wise. Lots of booze, lots of beads, and lots of boobs.

I was one of the only people under the age of seventy that was not in the emergency room for some Mudfest related injury.

For the sake of patient confidentiality, I don't want to go into the severity of some of the other injuries that I either heard about or saw pass by my cubicle. I can say that I was one of the least severe cases and therefore simply made comfortable while the other patients were either stabilized or prepared to be airlifted out.

At one point, there was talk about me being transported to a hospital in the next town. I eventually told the nurses to stop telling me what was going to happen and to just keep me comfortable until a decision was made. I had to explain all of my anxiety problems and the related health issues that came along with them, such as the vomiting.

This is my foot before they reduced it, and one of the triage nurses.

Yes, that is a pillow bandaged around my ankle to keep me from moving it too much. 

They were so swamped that night there wasn't much that they could do for me immediately other than give me medicine for the pain. I can't remember what they gave me in there. I do know they didn't give me a terrible lot, simply for the fact that the word surgery had been tossed around. They could keep me comfortable, but they couldn't drug me up so much so that I was incoherent.

My boyfriend stayed with me for the better part of my emergency room stay, until my amazing nurse told him to go home, that they would call him whenever they decided on the final plan.

My nurse, Mel, was absolutely fantastic. She had been in my position before and gave me a full run of everything that was likely to happen during my hospital stay. She sat and talked with me while I was waiting on the doctor to come do the reduction, even put me into twilight sedation while he did it.

It didn't do much good - I still felt everything, from him tugging on my foot, the shifting, Mel holding my hand, another nurse brushing my hair out of my face in a very motherly fashion... When I finally came out, Mel told me that I had talked the entire time. Not a shocker since I am a total motormouth when I am nervous.

The doctors and nurses complimented me on my resilience. They said I handled my first broken bone very well, and they were surprised that the only tears I shed were tears of embarrassment (in the case of being cleaned up after I was sick all over myself) and tears of anger when they cut off my favorite pants. 

Yes, it hurt, but it wasn't an agonizing pain like a toothache or a cut. It was a dull, aching pain, something that I am used to with the arthritis that I've dealt with since I was in my teenage years. It felt like someone was squeezing my foot and my ankle.

By the time my mother arrived, they had already set my ankle, given me a breathing treatment, done x-rays and blood work. This was about seven in the morning. I was admitted at 7:30 AM.


After I was admitted to a room, my story didn't get much more exciting. I was put into a bed next to a window, given a potty chair because I couldn't walk to the bathroom, and forced to watch PBS and Telemundo with the elderly Mexican woman that was next to me. 

Things didn't start to get irritating until later that afternoon, when every person in town came to see the woman next to me and I was subjected to hours and hours of Spanish conversation.

The only  reprieve I had was the Dilaudid that I received every few hours to kill the pain. It helped me sleep a little.

Later that night my boyfriend came back. I also got to see my aunt and grandmother.

The first night was peaceful. I even got a bath.

The next day, around noon, I went into surgery.

My cousin works at the hospital in the OR, so she went in with me and held my hand until I was put under in preparation for surgery.

After that, the rest of the stay was a blur of drugs, pain from the incisions, and embarrassment from being bathed by a girl I went to school with.

I did get quite a few visitors, mostly family.

I was so happy to see my sissy and my niece ^.^

The next day I got to meet the physical therapist. He taught me how to use the walker provided so I could get around a bit.

My second father also came and saw me. He was my spotter during the therapy. It made me feel good to have him around, especially since I rarely got visitors in the morning. 


Since my release, I've been at home. My boyfriend's sister brought me a wheelchair so I can get around the house easier, and one of my girlfriends brought me a cupcake cake that said "Welcome Home Vonnie". No one took a picture - we demolished it before anyone even considered.

Learning to live with this has been very hard for me, especially since I'm terribly independent.

I cannot put any weight on my ankle for six weeks. I can't drive. I can't sleep very well at night because of the pain.

I can't work. 

It's been hell.

Sometimes I wish I was back in the hospital where I can call room service to get my meals, where I have a magical paper fairy leave me the day's newspaper on my bedside table, and where I'm bathed every night (no matter how much it kills my dignity).

Most of all, I miss the Dilaudid. I don't want to sound like an addict or anything, but it was the best feeling I've had outside of chasing the dragon. It wasn't until I arrived home that I was told that it is essentially 'hospital heroin'. I want more of it, haha. My limbs felt so warm and heavy, that feeling that one gets right before they pass into slumber. Only you don't fall asleep. You feel pleasant for about two hours.


Since I've been home I've handled school and work from home.

Had I not broken my ankle, I should have been in Las Vegas today at a trade show. Knowing that I'm missing the trip has been killer. I do know that if I had gone, something bad would have happened. I have been dreaming about change. I'd rather have an accident while I'm in my own home town rather than on the other side of the country without my support network.

I can't wait to get back onto my feet again.

16 January 2013

Bad Bloggers Anonymous

Hi, I'm Vonnie, and I'm the worst blogger in the world.

I rock at tweeting, though. A little too much.

Lately I've been neglecting this blog mainly because I've taken a bit of a hiatus from the internet. Instead, I just access Twitter from my phone, check my email, and leave it at that. I've been doing tons and tons of puzzles, so many that I'll have a full art gallery by the time I'm done since I glue them once they are complete.

So I managed to make it through new year celebrations without another trip to the hospital. Rather, I went to my father in law's house, ordered a pizza, and then came home to sit and watch Sex and the City until midnight. Pathetic, but I didn't really want to stay out all night and party, especially when guns usually come up in my other half's childhood neighborhood.

Nothing new is really happening. I'm still going to school, though now I've gone part time. I'm also getting a puppy in April. It will be nice having another puppy companion in the house. I've got a blind Yorkie right now, and he's not much company. He is rather funny when I decide to change the furniture around, bumping into things and such, though he manages somehow.

I felt I needed to make some sort of post before bed. I'll update again soon. While not a lot has happened, there has been a lot that has really happened. I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around it all.


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