Bird Watching

It’s the last day of May! This year is blowing right on by. I remember as a kid, summers would seem to stretch on forever and a year at school seemed like an eternity. I really think time went by slower when I was younger. Being an adult really makes life zip right on past you. Perhaps it’s all the added responsibility that eats up your day. Being 6 is a pretty easy job. My biggest concern was losing my plastic dinosaurs in the lawn before my dad mowed the grass or catching the ice cream truck after a mad scrounge for change in the junk drawer.

I have nine more days left of dog sitting and then I’m FREE for the rest of July. As much as I love the dogs I watch, it will be really nice to have some free time and maybe get in some biking with the BF. Maybe then my days will go a little slower. 12 days left until my vacation to the island. I really can’t wait.
Today I took a few dogs for a walk and ended up feeling like an amateur bird watcher. First off a spotted  something called a black-headed grosbeak. I had never seen one before and they are pretty cool looking.

Next up on my birdie bingo I saw a mated pair of mallards, red-winged blackbird, sparrows, robins and juncos galore. I made my way to the river at the bend where I normally watch the eagles and plunked myself down to check it out. Crows were going nuts around the nest, trying to caw loud enough to piss off the momma and poppa eagles. Both of them just sat there like nothing was wrong in the world.
I ended up watching them for 20 minutes before ants started trying to eat me. Note to self, bring a good camera!

Fuzzy Alien

So I wore the heart monitor for 24 hours. What a treat! Hah. As much as it itched and was a hassle, I hope it helps figure out what my heart issue is. As I said before I had to write down everything I did and the time I did it at so they could compare my heart rate to the activity. I don’t know if constantly paying attention to my hear flip flopping made me tired or just the palpitations in general really wore me out. I dragged my ass to bed at 8:50 last night, feeling like a grandma. Sleeping with the heart monitor was a pain in the ass. I flop around in my sleep like a fish outta water (Sorry Corey) so each time I moved or rolled over I would hit the monitor and wake up. I had to jot down every time I did that so I got no sleep last night. Ugh.

I arrived at the clinic expecting them to take off all the stickers and give me a reading right then and there. But this is Canada so I have to wait 10 to 16 days for results. Good thing I got the damn thing done and over with this early and didn’t wait till late June to get this done like the Hospital planned. I would have had to wait till July for results of palpitations I had in May. Geesh. Anyway, before I get in I go through a weird out of the blue panic attack and feel like I can’t breathe while sitting in the waiting room. WHY BODY WHY?

So I am dead tired today with a full house of crazy dogs. Hopefully I made it through the day without locking myself in the bathroom for a nap. I also had the pleasure of seeing the worlds ugliest dog. I am an animal lover but good god what is this? Looks like ET grew some fur. Yuck

 Let's not end this blog with an ugly face.

PENDER VACATION IN 14 DAYS! WOOOO

Robo Hooker

So today I had to go in and get yet another blood test and be hooked up to a heart monitor that I am going to wear for the next 24 hours. I didn’t have heart palpitations all weekend but Monday morning they arrived at 8am on the dot complete with a mild anxiety attack, joy.

The blood test was the worst bit. Actually, waiting for the blood test was the worst part. My anxiety spiked to about a 7/10 which wasn’t as bad as before. I had told the nurse prior that I was in the midst of conquering my phobia. She was really sweet and laughed when I told her that at that moment I would ordinarily be planning my escape route through the ceiling tiles. During the actually blood drawing my anxiety was only around a 5 or 6  and I had a nifty little hand bar to squeeze while she did it. In front of me was a oil painting of a little inlet with lots of boats. I thought about my upcoming Pender trip to keep my mind occupied. It was over before I knew it but the site of the needle stung like a bitch this time I’m a bit of a wuss I’m afraid. Ha. 

Next she hooked me up with 6 different stickers and wires and about a football field length of tape to secure it all. In addition to that I get to wear this tube of mesh with arm holes cut into it to keep it all together and from pulling on my clothes. I look like a robo-hooker when I look at it haha.

So now I have to record everything I do and the time I do it at. EVERYTHING. Gah. This is going to be tedious.

11:59- Blog writing, chest palpitations and a pain in my leg

Afterward I went to grab a few things at the grocery store and found the worlds tiniest apples. What on earth are people going to bother with these things for?

Grad

This weekend was a busy one.
I'm still dogsitting though this time it's just a little yorkie mix named Magoo. On top of that my almost-sister-in-law graduated. It's been what, 5 years since I went to grad? Crazy stuff. It doesn't feel like it's been that long. Seems like just yesterday I was in high school, getting ready to don our dresses and party it up in celebration of surviving 13 years of education. It was good seeing all the grads looking so happy and thrilled to be taking pictures and enjoying the event (even though it rained, thanks BC)

(excuse the creeper in the background)

After a slew of pictures and scenery changes she vanished off into her escorts car and took off to her grad celebration. I haven't heard from her since so hopefully she survived the party!

Cinnabon Cookies!

Yesterday I supervised a baking session with my fellow blogger, Den. We’re both Pintrest-ers and often get seduced by the pictures of baked goods that look oh-so-amazing on that site. I, for one, have failed miserably a number of times trying to recreate the picture perfect images I see. More often than not it’s because I was away from the oven to go on reddit or watch tv and forget about the things that I’m cooking. My fatal flaw.

Anyway the dough didn’t turn out the right consistency for her right off the bat but we eventually got it right and followed the next couple steps until we got this result.

                                                 Oh, that doesn’t look quite right.

Despite this set back she forged on and the cookies eventually turned into a great success! We ended up going to a BBQ gathering and they flew off the table.

At said gathering my not so secret identity was revealed as the Dog Lady. This handsome beast wouldn’t leave us be (not that I minded, I’m awful at being a socialite). Despite the lack of a working BBQ for the BBQ party the night was fun. We saw an eagle fly right the house which was pretty cool too. (I think I have a problem, I go to a friend’s party and all I talk about is the wildlife and cookies)

                                                                    Kiefer!

I’m going to be attempting to make the same cookies as Den tonight because they were so bloody good it would be a crime not to. Wish me luck, I’ll try not to burn them all.

LASH BLAST

I’m not a girl who wears a crap ton of make-up or takes an hour to prep my face in the morning. I’m a bit of a tomboy in that regard. Too much prep is a waste of time. Give me five minutes (not even) to wash my face and put on mascara so I don’t look dead and voila! I am ready to hit the town.

                                                                 My general feelings about makeup

I’m not a makeup connoisseur at any stretch. Normally cheapest is best because I hate spending money on face paint. I’ve never had a do or die ‘brand’ on the mascara I use but late last year I found this Maybelline Falsies stuff after my regular $6 a bottle stuff was sold out. It made my lashes look oh so nice. Rarely clumped and dried quick. So I stuck with that for a while.

A couple months ago I ran out of my mascara and made a quick stop at my local whatever store. I guess they had a sale because the beauty isle was picked clean. One lowly bottle of mascara remained. I bought it and it did its job but dried up rather hastily. Last week I went out again for the makeup hunt (groan) and picked up this crap.

FUSION BLAST. Holy smokes were my eyelashes excited for this. When I got home to test it out for the first time boy was I disappointed. Upon unveiling the stick with the little brush thingy on the end (applicator?) it looked like someone had glued a hairy mouse shit on the end of the wand. I applied FUSION LASH BLAST! on my peepers and it barely made a difference. If anything it made my eyes look worse with short, stubby, thin little lashes. Bonus, the damn mascara smells like dishsoap so I spent the day smelling my eyeballs. I COULD SMELL MY EYEBALLS. They smelled like bubbles. Joy.

Yesterday I go out again vowing that I will stick to my Maybelline Falsies stuff no matter what. I purchase the damn thing and go home. This morning I open the package in preparation of having my lashes pampered. I unscrew the lid and this happens.

                                                                            Fuck.

For the uninformed, there is supposed to be a brush on the end. Did it get stuck in the bottle? Is it an amputee? I don’t know. All I know is that my eyeballs are currently naked.

Today I finally go back to the doctor for a follow up from my emergency room visit. I’ll be relieved once I get there because my anxiety about my heart is not helping in the slightest. The smallest pang in my heart or in my legs sends me into a heart racing panic. I had the joy of experiencing four panic attacks last night. Two of them full blown, the first where I pulled over in a panic because I thought my heart was exploding and I couldn’t breathe. Not fun. Anxiety is normal for me but Panic attacks are few and far between. I want to be told I’m healthy and simply stupid. Ugh. I’ll cross my fingers if you wish me luck. I have shit to do, I don’t want to be sick.