sunny blizzard

~E~ Damn. I'd walk a bit and feel like I'd just done a workout; I couldn't be THAT out of shape! My leg muscles would burn a little. That turned into walking a short distance and feeling out of breath. Pretty soon, I'd go downstairs and sort laundry and have to take a breather before I went upstairs again. I'd walk two blocks and have to stop, chest heaving and muscles locked up, and wait before I could go on. It was frustrating and a bit scary, there was NO WAY this was just being out of shape. Every walk from the parking garage to my office, from my office to the lunchroom, left me feeling like I had run a marathon. People looked at me funny. After a doctor visit, it turns out I'm fairly severely anemic! Not hospital-bad, but bad. That explains the physical weirdness, the crazy restless-leg syndrome I've been suffering with for the past couple of months. I'm glad it's something that is eminently treatable! Iron supplements for however long it take...

~E~ Haunted.

~E~ Actions speak just as loud as words.

~E~ Recently there have been several instances of friends on facebook complaining about guys, saying they are jerks, and on one I commented that guys can be jerks sometimes. In all instances, a guy showed up really darn quickly to point out that not ALL guys are assholes or jerks. So? Prove it. Why is is that guys can show up in seconds to defend their gender's honor, but are noticeably absent when a woman is being called nasty names or is being treated like crap. Online? Guys don't bother. On the street? Guys don't bother, and in fact claim to not even see this stuff happen. At work? They studiously look the other way. If you really aren't an asshole, call out other guys who are. If you aren't part of the solution, you're part of the problem. Maybe someday, we can achieve a better world.

~E~ Loserman wasn't going to tell me when and where my kids were coming in from Paris tonight. I simply called someone and found out the information, called him and said, innocently, "didn't you hear back yet?" He stuttered and said, uh, yeah and tried to explain where they were coming into town. So now *I* get to pick them up! I get to drive them home and listen to their Parisian adventures! Yay!

~E~ I hope he likes the goofy present I got him today before I found out he hates me. Although realistically it'll probably end up in the garbage without him even looking at it.

~E~ Lightning storms are cool. Hate is such a waste of energy. I won't feel guilty for my thoughts, feelings and opinions. I won't feel bad when others assume they know why I wrote what I did and what it means, when they won't ask for clarification. I will spend a bit of time feeling sad that some people I truly had affection for really don't like me. I will try to figure out what I can do differently in the future, while keeping in mind that I have no control over how others choose to interpret my words and actions. I want to fly away to another continent. Brownies are the best food ever. I'm excited about the fireworks coming up. I'm not excited about all the mosquitoes that just showed up. My nieces are adorable, and that's not surprising at all. I'm glad I have stayed away from gossip lo these many years. I think I do a pretty good job at life, overall. This chick is going to spend time thinking about how her exboyfriend fits into her past and what m...