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Abby Should Be Pleased

admin@mistydhudson.com (Misty D Hudson) — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 07:17:34 GMT

I finally buckled to the pressure and I read Twilight.

Thanks to Abby, I knew that I shouldn't be expecting some fantastic novel here. I went into the reading of Twilight as my inner 13 year-old, and I wasn't too disappointed.

I started reading the book on Sunday night at 11:00 pm and I finished Tuesday at 6:00 pm. That is the quickest I've ever read a book.

My new roommate has all the books, so I commenced with New Moon yesterday at 10:00 pm. I'm currently on page 300 something.

I'm enjoying them so much as it's a frilly book. I mean, I'm reading these for the same reason I'd read Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews; for mindless entertainment. I am not looking for anything but that in the series.

I'm so ready for the movie now, Abby! Call me and we'll discuss it and giggle and junk.

Super Dell For Governor!

admin@mistydhudson.com (Misty D Hudson) — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 10:10:30 GMT

I know I'm only increasing his Google hits and what-not, but I just got a call at work from Dell Schanze's auto-dialer telling me why I needed to vote for him to be the Governor for the "fine" state of Utah.

Um, can I get a HELL NO? There is no way I would even consider voting for such a man. I mean, if he can't even keep his business afloat, then how could he do the state well?

And my eye started twitching when I thought about the freakin' commercials he would do.

Normally, I research candidates and their platforms, etc. But when it comes to this escapee from the state mental hospital, there is no reason.

I sure hope people don't vote for him as a joke.

Has his wife left him yet?

This Is NOT A Good Week to Be My Face

admin@mistydhudson.com (Misty D Hudson) — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 16:04:51 GMT

I woke up yesterday morning and my right eye was swollen shut. Yes, swollen. I went into the bathroom to check and see what the heck was up, and I was a little worried.

Looking at my eye, it looked as if the Zit Fairy came and smacked me in the eye. I alternated between the warm and cold compresses, and I got a lot of the swelling down before work.

When I got in, the ladies in the office said it looked like a spider bite. Now, we know how I feel about spiders. I felt like I was going to vomit.

In related news, the ZF also smacked me right in the middle of my forehead, my lip, my left inner eye, the tip of my nose, and my right outer eye. Like I said, not a good week.

I now am a "happy" owner of a gym membership. Yes, I know that 73% of people who have gym memberships don't use them, but I'm going to see if I can break those odds. I have an advantage over those other punks, as I have to walk right past my gym when I enter and exit the building I work in. Also, when I look out my window, I see the 24 Hour Fitness.

I'm feeling pretty craptastically female today, and I'm debating on going tonight or not. I have a FREE* appointment with a trainer tomorrow. I think the training is something I might go ahead and spend some money on. It's $150 for six sessions. I'm thinking if I sign up, I'll space them out every week or every two weeks. I'm going to wait until I see Dan tomorrow and if it's a right fit for me. I've got a little surplus of money since I'm hardly driving my car, and what better way to spend that money than on my health. I've been fighting the gym-trainer thing for a long time, but I really feel this is what I need to finally get my health where it should be.

And stuff.

Oh, And...

admin@mistydhudson.com (Misty D Hudson) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 11:31:45 GMT

Happy Birthday Abby's Brother!

And while I'm at it, I might as well wish Abby a happy birthday as well.

That's Just Stinkin' Thinkin!

admin@mistydhudson.com (Misty D Hudson) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 11:27:56 GMT

Like a lot of you (meaning one of the three of you who read this blog), I have a Facebook profile. Each time I go to the site to see what crazy shenanigans my friends are up to, I'm inundated with requests to go e-drinking, send/receive karma, and let's not forget the flair!

Well, this morning I checked my "notifications" to see what ludicrous requests awaited me. Then I saw that horrible little picture at the left there. It would appear that I have been weighed, I have been measured, and I have been found wanting.

Ever the glutton for punishment, I clicked on "Check your Social Profile" to see what rudeness awaited me there.

They tell me I am more desirable than almost 79% of people. There is no way this can even be true, Facebook! You mean to tell me that I am hotter than the average person? Then I want to know who makes up this 21%. I have got to see who is hotter than me, if I am above average.

However, my stats on the "Would you date Misty" scale is 5.08%.

FIVE PERCENT of the people who looked at my photo instantly decided I was fundamentally undateable. But hey, the half-full is that two people think I'm cute, and 1 person would be willing to date me solely, it would seem, upon my reputation.

It's obvious that this one man who's willing to go by my reputation might not be aware of the two gay guys I dated. Although, in my defense, I was not privy to that information when I started to date them. Once I found out I dropped both of them like a hot potato. I'm also thinking Mr. Reputation has no idea that my other "serious" relationships ended in ways that leaves even me surprised that I am not 1) insane or 2) a lesbian or 3) an insane lesbian.

Where the heck is Stuart Smalley when you need him!

Abby Cursed Me

admin@mistydhudson.com (Misty D Hudson) — Sun, 27 Jul 2008 15:30:23 GMT

I swear I will never call anything Abby sends me mundane again. This, dear reader, is the story of how Abby cursed me for my blasphemy.

For about three years I have had fake finger nails. I get them done every three to four weeks which comes to about $60 a month. Frivolous money it is not, because it keeps me from biting my nails. I have no idea why, but when I have fake nails on, they are never in my mouth, and I take great care of my hands.

Well, biting is too kind a word... I mutilate my fingers. I just measured, and my LONGEST fingernail is a quarter of an inch long. I've bitten all of the skin off the sides and tips of my fingers. They are sore, cracked, and bleeding.

Because of my fingers being so tender, I decided I had to do something to take better care of my fingers while I'm waiting for them to heal so I can get the fake ones again and make the madness stop.

I have purchased this stuff before. I use it when I get a paper cut, as it sometimes works a little better than a band-aid. Especially if you are like me and you get paper cuts in places where band-aids won't fit.

I had bit the skin off of my left thumb so far that it started bleeding. Instead of washing my hands, putting some Neosporin on the sore, and slapping a band-aid on it, I got the crack care gunk out of my purse and slathered it on my finger.

This was Tuesday night.

On Saturday morning I was sitting in my living room doing some reading, and I realized my left thumb was still sore. A little too sore for four days later. I finally took a good look at my finger, and I was a little shocked to see that yep, it was infected.

I sat there staring at my thumb, as if I was willing the infection to go away. It didn't work, and I realized to get the nasty out I would have to open the wound up.

This part of the story is NOT for the faint of heart, or for people who don't think pus, blood, crying, etc. fun.

I got a mug and filled it with hot tap water and soaked my thumb in it until my skin was nice and pruny. The water was hotter than I care to have on my skin, but I was not caring about that at the time. It was nice and kind of made my thumb go numb.

After I was satisfied I couldn't feel that much, I dried my finger off. I knew the next course of action was to open the wound, and I wasn't quite sure how I wanted to accomplish that. Do I use a knife? Do I use tweezers? Do I use clippers? I wound up applying pressure. Oh sweet mother of all that's good and holy, this was the WRONG thing for me to do.

I attempted the first time, and it was just too sore. My mouth started to water like it does prior to vomiting. I felt flushed, and I knew that I was going to have to tough it out. I took a deep breath and then pressed on it for all I was worth.

I didn't scream but tears were streaming down my face. The pus, oh, the pus. I was surprised that much could live in such a tiny little place. Once I was able to do get the majority of the pus out this way, the wound had opened. I used the clippers to clear away the skin around the wound. Then I went looking for my antiseptic stuff, and I didn't have any. No alcohol, no peroxide, no nuthin'. I had to use salt.

I packed a ton of salt into the sore and cried even more. After about an hour the throbbing went away, and I washed my hands again. My thumb was still considerably swollen, but it wasn't as tender as it once was. Once I had use of my left hand again, I went to the store to get some peroxide and band-aids. I can't believe I didn't have any of the stuff I needed. I know better! I used to have the biggest, coolest first aid kit ever. Well, that's what you get when you live with EMTs and paramedics.

This is what my finger looked like last night. It was taken with my camera phone, so the quality isn't that good. Anyway, you can see that there isn't much swelling, and today the swelling is totally gone. It's not very sore, either. I have not taken my band-aid off to look at it today, but I will once I get home. Then I'll assess if I need to leave the band-aid on longer or let it air out.

So, Abby, I have learned my lesson. Thank you for the card, and I will never associate you with anything mundane again.

Remind me to tell you how my sister's minivan caught on fire with my brother-in-law and nephew in it. And I'm talking all that's left is the frame kind of fire.

Mostly Mundane Stuff

admin@mistydhudson.com (Misty D Hudson) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 16:02:08 GMT

Things have been someone slow, normal, non-crazy as of late, and it's taken me by surprise. I'm pretty much used to things being crazy-go-nuts. So much so, I've got a degree from CGNU in Marriage Apothecary. Oh yes, I can prescribe marriages!

Abby sent me a half-birthday card, since my half birthday sucked as much as my regular birthday does. It's a fantastic card. Two girls are on the front and have an exchange which I could see Abby and I having.

Girl 1: Where is your birthday party at?
Girl 2: Don't end a sentence with a preposition.
Inside of card
Girl 1: Where is your birthday party at, b**ch?

It kills me. I still chuckle when I think about it.

In other news... Brandy and Co. went to Kentucky this weekend, so now would be a good time for all y'all to go and tp her house. I'd love if I could get someone to do that... it'd be great.

I've started sitting on my ball again at work. Today I've been reminding myself to move a lot on it, and my core is a little sore. HA! I rhymed. I need to put some more air in it.

I told you it was going to be a boring post.

Time to go home and clean my room.

What A Year It Has Been

admin@mistydhudson.com (Misty D Hudson) — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 11:22:26 GMT

Last night before I went to bed I was pondering all of the things I have accomplished this year. There haven't been a lot of successes in a lot of areas, and I'm fine with that.

What I will really remember about 2008 is that it was the year of healing for me. I've been able to talk with two of the three most influential people in my life. I've been able to discuss with them what has happened, how I felt about what happened, and just generally clear the air. I hope it won't take me about 10 years to get to the third guy.

This year has also seen me becoming closer to my sister and she and I forgiving one another for all of the craziness of childhood, adolescence, and our early years as adults.

I guess it is true... you do get better as you age.

Blast From the Past

admin@mistydhudson.com (Misty D Hudson) — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 15:46:15 GMT

An old friend contacted me yesterday out of the blue, and I've been chatting with Werf all day. Gosh, I forgot just how much Werf and I get along. Thanks for getting in touch with me, Werf.

Oh, and I'll find a new name for Werf when I get damn good and ready, okay?

In other news... this has been the week of Bad News. My good friend Dave had one of his twins die this week. The hardest thing I've had to do in this life was to look Dave in the eyes and tell him I was sorry his child died, and then go and look at little Mason. The first time I got to see the precious child was in his coffin. Not even my dad's death was that hard. Then I heard the news that another good friend and his wife were separated.

I spent all weekend working with past Corporate Presidents of the Non-Profit. It was fun to have them here, but it was a lot of work. 12 hours Friday & Saturday, and 7.5 hours on Sunday.

It's about time to leave work, and that means I won't have the Interwebs there. So, adios until then, lovies!

And seriously, Werf, it was fantastic to hear from you.

Summer Reading

admin@mistydhudson.com (Misty D Hudson) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 14:41:24 GMT

We've been discussing books in the comments of a post, which leads me to ask:

What books do you suggest I read this summer?

I've yet to get my new SLC library card, and I'll be heading on over on Monday (when I'm off) to do so. Now I need to ask Sean what I'll need to get one.

Also, I want a good, romantic something to read.