Compilation of Missed Events

I realize I am a bit late in posting this, but found some pictures and thought it would be fun to journal about.

1st off:  My Birthday Party

Some friends and I went out to sushi at a very trendy place called "Happy Sumo" It's a small and very busy restaurant so I made reservation for 8 people (their largest table) a week in advanced. I told everyone that the reservations were at 8:30 pm... they didn't show up until 9:15 pm... I was rightfully pissed. Well, Jorge felt awful, so he took it upon himself to buy the drinks... $200 dollar tab for drinks by the end. We then went to Area 51, the local "goth" dance club/bar and wow was it fun. By the time Jeffrey got me home I was tipping over while sitting on the bed... Odd thing was that I was fine while standing... I know this because no one believed I was drunk and they insisted I was sober and must drink more to celebrate my birthday, trust me I was not sober, I was not wasted but at the perfect level of tipsy... but sitting is when I would loose my balance.

Left: Bacon sushi
Right:  Jorge's massive amount of sushi.

And sadly I do not have pictures from the weekend after my party.  The dinner party was the week before my birthday... on my actual birthday we all went to a "Rave" at the Saltair (a concern hall in the middle of no where by the great salt flats.)  There was a band called Above and Beyond playing, so we went to hear them and hang out in the upstairs bar.  We generally spent the night looking over the railing at all the 18 year olds pretending to be drugged up.  It was a blast!  Two weekends in a row of me drinking... it seems so odd because I usually never drink.  I like being the sober one laughing at all the drunken shenanigans... but it was fun for me to be the one drinking for a change. Again though, no one believed I was drunk so they insisted oh keeping the rounds coming.  I am one lucky girl too... neither weekend did I get hungover.

2nd off:  Presents!

It almost seems like a tradition to me now... Jeffrey gets me jewelry as presents.   

Left: Diamond key pendant... 23rd B-day present from Jeffrey.

Right:  Artist hand made necklace... 24th B-day present from Jeffrey.

Left:  2010 X-mas present from Jeffrey.

Right: Profile view... Jade w/ diamond and amethyst accents.

3rd off:  Dr. Zefram Cochrane

Z baby dog is 1 year old.  He's grown so much but still seems so little to me.  When we first got him he could fit into my hand, and now we estimate he's about 10-12 lbs.

Left: After being woken up by the flash.
Right:  Cuddly baby dog.

Two New Blogs

Well, I found out I can't make a private post... So I created a private blog. (As you may have noticed from my previous post.)

In addition to my Private Blog I have also created a blog for my food adventures.

http://ciena-abottlemarkedpoison.blogspot.com

Horrible Week Continuation...

Private continuation of my horrible week.
http://cienasprivatelife.blogspot.com/2011/02/terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day_26.html

The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Week)

Well, it's been a rough week.  Friday Feb 18th was a long day at work, made worse by the fact that I sliced my finger open. I was using a tape dispenser (the type you use to tape up boxes while moving) and it slipped and cut open the top of my middle finger.  I put a bandage on, but by the time I turned around to throw away the wrapper it was already soaked through with blood.  I put a new bandage on and layered it with a second; in just a few minutes both were soaked through.  With how it was bleeding maybe I should have gone to the doctor to have it stitched up.  Then on Saturday my car died right after starting it.  Jeffrey checked everything and it seemed the fuel pump had died as there was no fuel coming out of the line in the engine bay.  When Jeffrey called the auto shop the informed us it would be $320 to fix it, but only $110 if we brought in our own pump.  I had Dad pull the pump out of the Accord he doesn't drive and bring it to me.  It was sealed up in a bag and it still made my purse, book, and wallet smell like gas. One week and two airing outs later I am still trying to get the smell out. Well the next morning I put the pump in the car and had it towed to the shop.  When I called them they said that the pump didn't fit.  I then went through a hassle to figure out a different used pump so I wouldn't have to spend over $200 on a new one.  By the time I found one and called the shop back they told me they checked the original pump and it worked fine, so they ran a compression test and I only had 40-50 psi in each cylinder.  New head time for my engine.  $1100 if they rebuild or $600 for labor if I brought in a head myself.  Well f*** that!   I had the car towed back to my apt complex (by the time this all went down it was Thursday, meaning I had 3 days of stressing over the car.)  So when all is said and done I spent $110 on the labor of them doing all the tests, and paid for two tow trips and my car is still non-functional.  Then on Wednesday night I made the stupidest move of my lift!  I tried to make dinner, however I was a little distracted and I took the chicken out of the oven to turn the pieces over and I forgot that it was scalding hot by the time I went to put it back in... Resulting in my grabbing the casserole dish with out hot pads and burning both my hands.  My left was generally okay, an hour after the burn it was fine and the blisters that were forming went away.  However, my right hand did not fair so well.  The blisters on my pointer and ring finger also went away after a few hours however my middle finger was so painful that I was thinking of going to the hospital.  I eventually took a Loritab and forced myself to sleep.  I had my hand on ice for hours at this point and had to keep it on ice in order to deal with the pain.  Any time my hand rolled off the ice pack for the first two hours of being asleep I would almost instantly wake up due to the searing pain.  OH!  Lets not forget that Jeffrey was climbing into bed and didn't know my hand was under the blanket and knelt on it... I woke up almost screaming and pulling my hand back as quickly as possible.  Surprisingly that pain was not as bad as just letting the burned hand sit with out ice on it.  On to Friday, it was going pretty well until I almost gave myself a heart attack realizing that I only had one week of my birth control left and my prescription was up.  With no car I was trying to figure out how the hell would I be able to make it the 30 miles to my doctor and if they would even have an opening with such short notice.  Well, the first good thing all week then happened.  I found a gynecologist with great reviews that was near my house, on a bus route, and was accepting new patients.  I crossed my fingers and called them to see if I could be squeezed in.  The receptionist said that they had openings on this up coming Thursday!!!  Now, not only do I get to talk to a specialist regarding my BC, the reactions I've had to previous ones and the results on my unstable mood swings, but I don't have to go to Planned Parenthood anymore.  Don't get me wrong PPH was great when I didn't have health insurance, it was cheap and I even got discounted BC because I make so little.  Well now that I have insurance I am excited to go to a specialised doctor and be able to discuss all the problems I have, like odd periods, my cysts, etc.  One more "good"  or potentially bad (we're yet to see) thing happened to me.  Dad was able to put a pump back in the extra Accord and loan it to me.  I am not going to take it to work every day.  I do not trust it to make the 30 mile drive twice a day.  The car does not run well and the tire is making an odd noise, but it will be useful for the day of my doctors appointment.  I may even be able to schedule the dentist on the same day and knock all my health stuff out at once.  Well that wraps up my rough week (One other horrible thing happened, but I think I will write about that in a private post, just in case anyone does actually read my blog.)

Jeffrey's Birthday Bash!

I'm trying to plan a bit of a surprise birthday for Jeffrey.  My plan is to get all his friends together for bowling, maybe some snacks and beer, and to have a giant cookie cake!.  I may even try to make an awesome decorated cake myself, either a Mario cake, or a "rage" Reddit cake.  OH! I'm so excited.  Though I know not to get my hopes up until I see what everyone schedule is like.  But I'm sure it will all work out. :-)

A New Adventure

I'm starting a blog, as you can clearly see.  I am not sure why, but hopefully it will be something to help me document my successes and failures in life, and something that will help me learn and grow.  (Yes, I am aware of how cheesy that sounds)  So far I am off to an awful start... my layout is bad, my blog name/title is bad, and while writing my first post I am already becoming upset with myself... but I like it, so here's to hoping that everything will work out.

OH! And I had decided that on my 24th birthday I would get myself together.  Well I've been 24 for 1 week now and so far I have not done my laundry, cleaned the house, or finished my room's spring cleaning. (As Dad used to say it looks like "tornado Chelsea" has gone through my house.)  However, I had set a goal to make dinner every night and to pack lunches for Jeffrey and myself to take to work, and so far I have pretty much stuck to that.  Maybe I shall post my food adventures on here, I might even be able to see some progress in my cooking abilities if I keep a record of my efforts.

Lets see how long this blog lasts, and I hope that it doesn't turn into the journals of my past that every time I try to read I start to cry.