Friday, June 24

OitNB Season 4 Reactions in Gifs - no spoilers

So I finally finished season 4 of Orange is the New Black and here is a breakdown of my general reactions, in no special order.


It always starts the same:
How I feel when a new season premiers:

red neon warning

movie ghost danger whoopi goldberg

BunnyBear cartoon crying tears ape

more more please i want more please sir

Sunday, June 19

Sunday Confessions 6-19-16

The United States of Becky

I confess: I raised my voice, shook with anger, and fought back tears and had to fight to censor myself while on the phone with a couple different customer service reps today after receiving a call that a company that has been incompetent and jerking me around for the past week and a half was still quite incompetent and would I mind continuing to be jerked around?
Yes, I minded.
The customer service reps heard how much I minded.
I am not proud of this.

I confess: Shawn and I were recently wandering around the mall and happened to pop into FYE where we like to check out the selection of Funko Pop! bobble heads. On our way out, we happened to notice they had a copy of Sabrina, the Teenage Witch - The Complete Series on sale for $34. It was brand new, not previously used. We bought it because - yes, I am 36 years old and I still adore that show. I grew up on it and I still laugh at it and still watch all the seasonal episodes at the right time of year and Salem Saberhagen is just hilarious.

Tuesday, June 14

Sleep Right Dental Guard Video Review

I clench a lot. I'm getting better. My dentist swears up and down I can get something OTC that will work okay if I don't want to invest in a form-fitted special one. It's just a matter of finding the right thing. Also, sorry about the humming. I didn't have the fan plugged in, but I guess it's just my computer is old. It is what it is. It'll have to do for now.

The quick version:
It didn't work for me.

Saturday, June 11

Sunday Confessions 6-12-16

The United States of Becky

I confess: I managed to get locked out of my blogger email account. I do what little I can to maintain a modicum of privacy. I have fought and fought to not give my phone # out as a recovery option for passwords, I have multiple emails for different things, etc. Well, the email I use for all things related to blogging I had just changed the password on and apparently I must've written down something slightly different than what I entered because now I can't get in. And because I'm a genius and don't want all my shit linked, I had no recovery emails and no recovery phone number. So, yeah. Everything that has been sent to that email address within the past ten days or so is gone. Never going to be seen again. Crap.
My reaction was a combination of this:

source - seriously, go here and push the button it is super fun

and this:

I did set up a new email for all blogging related things. This email is (Jess - can you please send that pic we discussed to this email?)
All comment updates and feedback from disqus or google are in that old email so I will have to go through manually and check.

I confess: I completely flaked on last week's Sunday Confessions because I just did. I didn't even think about S.C. until Friday and I was like d'oh!

Thursday, June 9

The One Where the Neighbors Wouldn't Leave

Just change "roommate" to "neighbor."

You know how sometimes it's easy to be cool with uncool behavior if someone is otherwise not a douchehound? Example: let's say someone is perpetually revving their engine or blasting their music or something in a shared parking lot but it doesn't bother you because the person is a cool person. But a person who is otherwise a douchehound all the time blasts their crap radio and you need to strangle them?
This is the situation with the people who live above me.
I have a higher of opinion of bugs because at least bugs do something. At least they contribute something to the world.

I am not going to go into a long list of all their individual transgressions. Suffice to say there is a lot of fighting, a lot of "wow, these people should never have been allowed to procreate" and "I feel sorry for their children" and a lot of other pleasant assyness. He should not be living here. He is living here illegally. Again, not going into details. But all this shit is going on and he (she and her kids are on the lease, he is not) is not even supposed to live here.
It wouldn't bother me if they were noisy and fought a lot if they were honest hard-working people. It wouldn't bother me if he spent 80% of his time here while not on the lease if he worked and was actually taking his kids outside and playing with them. (I know that's a morality grey area and it's not like it's ok, I'm just admitting that I am not perfect and probably too willing to overlook "bad" behavior if there are good reasons for it or enough "good" to outweigh the bad. Point: I kinda suck.) But when someone is a noisy, disrespectful, thoughtless douchenugget who ALSO just abuses the system that is meant to help people, someone who is the type of person that unfortunately republicans are right about - then I have no use for them. I have no forgiveness or patience because they are not even trying. This is the type of person that doesn't care about anything but what they want.

Feel sorry for the kids, though.
I just wish they would move already. Leave. Just go away and be assholes somewhere else.

Bear in mind, I have lived next to/above/underneath:
A Drug Dealer
A Bongo Player
A Woman With 5 Kids Under Age 10
A Meth Addict
A Clinically Diagnosed Nymphomaniac
A Woman Impersonating a Nymphomaniac

and others. And the people currently above us are

SONG IS EXPLICIT You can view the lyrics here

Wednesday, June 1

It's Ligamentary, Watson

So I visited the orthopedist yesterday and got some updates. Those of you who I'm friends with on facebook will know a bit of this already.
I got to wear the super snappy shorts and they ran tests and I got to wait around while I could have easily learned Greek (I later learned the P.A. of the particular Dr. I was seeing at that practice was off sick that day.)  Anyway...
So, Dr. comes back and goes over my x-rays with me and spends a few minutes rolling and bending all my different joints around and asking me various questions. And we go over all the tests. And so he's like: 
"Has anyone every told you you have hyper mobile joints?"
Me: "I don't even know what that is."
Him: "Essentially it's double-jointed." He goes on to explain that like anything else, there are varying degrees of double jointedness. Some people are super lax and open and bendy and these are the people you see sitting on the floor on their pelvis with the bottoms of their feet touching behind their head. Other people are just super crazy good at yoga. Some people (like myself) don't even realize anything is abnormal about how far their joints bend until something happens and they have to see a doctor. 
Apparently this is not normal.
So when started talking about the problems with my feet, and my super high arches, and he asked if my arches fall flat when I walk barefoot and I said yes, and he looked at me like I was an idiot for not knowing something was wrong (well - I've had wonky bad feet all my life, I just thought it was a another stupid thing, you know!) and he's showing me how other people can't bend their ankles around the way mine do and how loose and open my knees are compared to "normal" (as if this is all super obvious and even a Furby would know this, and I'm like: 

duh movies reactions jim carrey oops

His official diagnosis is Ligamentous Laxity

We discussed how I didn't know for 36 years, and it was only when I pulled something on a mini-hike as part of my weight-loss/get healthy plan and the pain wouldn't go away that I ran into trouble. Then he proceeded to give me this lecture: 

(AFTER we had already discussed my weight and I told him I was well aware it was all my fault and I probably deserved it and I had it coming and I know that no matter what the injury was, I was asking for it and if I wasn't a cow, it wouldn't have happened, etc. Still, he felt the need to lecture me.)

He told me it is very important that I lose weight because being so heavy accounts for a lot of the pain on my knees and feet.


The doctor's official prescription is to lose weight and let my pain be my guide, but know that exercise is painful and especially with LL, I'm going to have pain, but if I want to lose weight, I'm going to have to push through the pain. He said continue with ibuprofen and acetaminophen and let my pain be my guide. So. There we are. 

I'm just very glad to report it's nothing serious and I can go back to true exercise. YES!!! (Although no squats for me. At least not for a while.)