I love snakes

One day I was walking around and this snake jumped up and bit me!
"Hey, Mr. Snake..." I said "...What the FUCK are you doing?"

To which the snake replied, "Sorry miss, but you seemed to have stepped on my tail. Biting is simply an involuntary reaction."

"Well, Mr. Snake, now I'm going to have to go to the hospital and get horrible shots to make sure I don't lose my foot.:"

"Again, miss, I am terribly sorry. I am just a little creature of nature and I cannot help what I am programmed to do!"

I ran inside to let my parents know what had happened, and they just sit in the other room and mumble "oks" and "uh huhs." My sister had to go inform them that I actually had been bitten and they should come tend to me.

They mosey along into the kitchen where I sat, on the computer chair, clutching my foot so that the swelling wouldn't go any further.

My dad stands there looking at it for a minute and says, "Well... Go get in the car..."

I grab my shoes, because I had been bare foot in the driveway, and then hop to the car, immediately getting back into the foot clutching position.

Father-dear takes the time to get a shovel, go kill the poor snake, go back inside, get a tupperware, put the snake in it, and finally we go to the hospital.

So when we get there, we of course go to the wrong enterance first... I hop back to the car, then we get to the pediatric ward. We have to fill out information, then they finally wheel me to a room.

My dad shows the nurses the snake, and of course they scream. They were surprised I was laughing the whole time and wasn't crying.

Durring my stay there, they moved me between 3 rooms, and used 2 nurses to poke me 3 times to get in 1 IV. I kept calmly saying, "Ow." Everytime the dim-wit poked me and couldn't get a vein. She tried the backs of both of my hands before the more compitant nurse came in. She tried my hand once, wanted to stick it in my foot, to which I replied, "Uh, no..." So she finally got a vein in my arm, which always seemed like the most logical place to me...

They took 2 vials of blood, gave me a tetnus shot, and a morphone shot (which did no good.) "Tell us if the pain doesn't go away!" And of course, I did... Multiple times... And never got anymore...

Every hour they marked on my leg where the poison had gone. It didn't stop until it reached half-way up my thigh. It was a baby copperhead that had bitten me... Which is worse than a full grown one since they release all their venom when they strike... =\

They didn't give me any anti-venom since it would have made me sicker than the venom itself.

And sick I was... For about a week and a half. I had to keep my leg propped up. If I stood, my foot throbbed. I would sit on a pillow and scoot around my house. It's safe to say I didn't shower for a week.

There's a quarter sized scar on my foot from where the tissue around the bite died, scabbed, and fell off. It was nice and deep. It finally fell off that summer in the ocean. Oh what fun it was.

This month marks the 8 year anniversary of my bite. It's my only hospital story, and it is by far my most favorite scar. If you look in my tattoo photos, you'll see it.

I have loved snakes since I can remember... I've always played with them in the yard, caught them, whatever. Even after that incident, I still walked outside bare foot, still caught snakes, and still have been struck at. FYI: snakes don't like Mountain Dew, and DON'T like being pushed in a pool, scooped out, and hit with a plastic tube...

I was almost as fast as that sucker, and it barely broke the skin. Lucky for me. It wasn't poisonous though. Heh... But it sure was big.

Well, I hope you liked my story!

uh oh

We found a coffee shop!! They were closed, so I got my lsp top out to see if they had wi-fi. Sat down on the bench, and the owners were in here eating. They opened the door and insisted we come inside. Made us coffee and sandwiches. Awesome. The place is called Cup of Karma. Sweeeet.

swimmin' good time!

so the baby had his first pool time experience. it was awesome. the sleeping arrangements worked out. got my own room. had the infamous pasta salad and jello. it's orange this year! yummy. well i guess that's all for now. i'll post again soon!

this will be fun

well i just learned that he i hold down the delete key it deletes everything i just wrote. i had filled this thing as far as it would go and i wanted to make one sentence in away. oh well i just learned the joys of t9. anyway... as i was saying... i'm doing this on my phone if you haven't figured that out yet. stupid phone. doesn't even have cuss words in here. oh well. so we're well into south carolina now. passed the big peach butt water tower. my phone number in t9 speak is t beca. yup. people suck at driving. making my dad loud. i hate that. he keeps saying "niggers". ok that's all.

ah ha!

Had to look at my blog to re-cap what I said last time... So, since joining the gym last week, I have lost 3 lbs. I'll have to say... Putting on a t-shirt and looking at yourself in the mirrors there are NOT a good idea. I think they're slighly convexed so that you look bigger than you are. It's quite depressing actually. I mean, I could have it backwards, and every other mirror I look in could be slight concaved... Whatever...

Yeah, 3 lbs! Pretty good. I've seen a trainer 3 times, not counting the initial one where the hot guy I want to bang did my fitness evaluation. Every time I'd gotten my ass utterly kicked... Today has horrid leg work-outs that makes me never want to look at a stair again. Oh well... If I want to get to my goal, I gotta keep it up! If I were to keep up with the 3 lbs/week, then I'll be where I need to be in about 30 weeks. Not bad, not bad. Less than a year =)

Then the major challenge will be to keep it off. Whoopie!


Today ended another term at school. It's going by so fast! I like it.


Tomorrow I'm going on a trip... A trip of mental strength and will. I'm going to see my dad's parent's in GA. I don't mind that. I haven't seen them in 2 years... I mind the 7 hour ride down there... In a car with my mom and dad. I can deal with my dad. I can tune him out. He's never said anything to me that has dug itself into my mind to the point where I want to kill him. My mom will be a challenge. Why? Well a year and a half ago I told her how much I hated her, how horrible of a person she was, and why she ruined my life. There was no contact with her for a couple months, then some awkward encounters, then we try to interact like nothing ever happened... And I have to be in a very small space with her for about 7 hours down... And 7 hours back on Monday. Oi! Of course, I could always ride back with Bailie and Jason, who are following in their own car. Heh.

Luckies. Another concern of mine is... The sleeping arrangment. After a while, mom stopped going down there with us, me and Bailie would share a bed, and dad got his own room... But now, with Bailie, Jason, and the baby... I'm sure they're going to share a room... Maybe mom and dad will share a room... I'm hoping mom won't be sharing a room with me. Ugh... Weirdness.

Although, I don't know how much the house has changed with my uncle living where ever, my cousin living where ever, and my other cousin having died last year. There were 3 bedrooms, 1 master for my grandparents (the room they usually gave up to me and Bailie), a room with 1 bed (where my dad slept), and then the other room having 2 beds. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

I'm going to be the only one down there with no "partner." I thought about that today. At least I don't have the horrible anxiety anymore that I used to. I loved going down there. I never wanted to come back home... Then I hit an age where family was stupid and I only wanted to be around my friends... Especially after I was cheated on by my "first" while I was down there. He didn't tell me for 4 months, and then SHE was the one to tell me about it... Blah, blah... Lost all faith in men, blah, blah, they're all pigs, and so on and so forth.

Now I am with a guy I trust full-heartedly and don't think he'll do anything stupid behind my back. Since I'm older, I think such offenses would result in castration by mental lazer beams. Or at least a sever beat-down... I'm not anxious about leaving tomorrow, I'm actually looking forward to it, besides the mother aspect...

Yeah! Good times.

north raleigh yuppies

So yeah... I decided to join the 50% of north raleigh yuppies that have a stupid Peak Fitness card on their key chain. That's right! I joined a gym. Jeseca goes there. I've been thinking about it for a while, and some guy came in today with those stupid free passes you see every where. I took the bait.
The trainer guy said to make a list of goals to bring in tomorrow... My first meeting. Whoo!
So the main goals are: 50lbs by November, an addtional 40lbs by April. Yeah, I have that much to lose to get down to my "recommended" weight set by my doctor. Whoopdie-doo! All in all, I would love to lose 100. I never in my life thought I would say I'm 100 lbs over-weight. That is really ridiculous.
Anyway, wish me luck! Of course I'll keep you all posted =P

Hi!

Welcome back to the life of me! So it's monday again, which means I'm back in class. Bleh. So yeah. That's my update.

slowness

Damned our slowness today... We usually do our Whole Foods for breakfsat, then go out to Stone Wolf for coffee on Sundays since our work is closed... But we decided we needed 12 hours of sleep and didn't get up until nearly 12. =\ Txted Jes, and she said she already left the Wolf. D'oh! Oh well... So we ate, went to Wal-Mart, and now we're at New World cafe waiting on our coffee to be made.

I'm getting something called Heath Crunch. Haha!

And I think I'm starting to bleed... Which would explain my mood the past few days. Thank god! If it starts today, it'll well be over by the beach trip next weekend.

I'm awesome

So I agreed to help a friend move by taking his night-shift. It's been a grouling 5.5 hours. Not because I'm busting my ass around here... Quite the opposite. I think I've maybe helped 3 customers since I got here at 4. These night shifts are quite pointless. I have, however, been able to type up my works cited page and a 1,700 word essay for my english class. The stupid thing is supposed to be 2,000 words... But jesus, I decided to do my paper on the history of coffee... And all the filler-words in the world only got me to 1,700. I think that's damed good. Who cares about where coffee came from anyway? Granted, I wouldn't have had this wonderful job for the past 4 years if that damned goat herder hadn't tried the coffee beans out himself. At lwast I got paid to do my homework. The paper isn't due until the 20th, so I'll surely have time to squat out 300 words. If it hadn't been for today though, lord only knows when I would have actually sat down to type it all out.

Anyway... So I saw Iron Man today. That movie rocked my balls off! If you haven't seen it yet, I suggest you should.

So I've done 2 horrible things to myself today. Ok, 3. Me and Brandon when to get some iHOP today. I ate an entire omlete, and the 3 pancakes that go with it. Oi. Then I was too full for coffee, so we went straight to the movie. Bad idea. By the time we got out of the movie, my head was pounding... Then we stepped out into the bright sun-light. Ow. I drove to work and imediately chugged a 3 shot iced snickers. Mmm. 1.5 hours later my head still hurt, so I took 2 Ibuprofin. Yum. Hour after that it still hurt so I drank a Coke. Muuuch better. Brandon came up here and said he wanted Bojangles. So of course, I had him get me a biscuit and fries. iHop, no coffee for hours, and Bojangles. I really would like to die right now! Haha. Ooohhh well.

Hmm, I was going to get online and look for the CSI that my DVR messed up... Got to see 15 minutes of it, then it crapped out. Such a tease... But then I decided to check my mail, e-mail myself the paper to type out, and then update this wonderful contraption!!

I would really like to poop myself right now though. Sounds yummy! After all the crap I've done to myself the past couple days, I should really de-tox. Stupid "time of the month." It makes me want to eat a lot of crap 1.5 weeks before the actual "time." So I'm bloated and waiting to bleed. Oh, the life of a woman.

I wish it hadn't gotten so hot so quick. I was enjoying my walks around shelly. I'm such a pansy for hot sticky weather. I want to move back out west. That's one of my life goals!

Any way... We close in a little over an hour. I think I'll clean the rest of this crap up and close early. Hellz yeah, bitches!

oi!

Well, this blog thing keeps messing up... Let's see if I can get it to work this time!!

So it's Friday... I'm really tired and what-not.

There's whining going on all around me. Whining about ice... Whining about food... Whining about everything! AAHHH!

I just want to go to bed. Sleeeep would do me good.

Ok, so this blog was crappy.

Hi guys!

So I'm in class supposed to be doing something class related until 9:30. BS! That's over 3 hours. I could go home and take a nap. Whoo! I think I'm going to go outside and call Brandon. Maybe he wants to go get some dinner or something. Yeah buddy! Ohh, I just remembered I needed to add something to the paper that I already turned in late. =P Maybe she'll still let me add something to it.

fun day in the land of melly

So my day started early again. Seems like when I don't have to work, I wake up when Brandon does anyway. What did I do? Ate some crackers with peanut butter... Did some laundry... And went to go see my work! Haven't been there since Monday, afterall. That didn't last too long, compaired to usual hanging out time. Got there around 12:00, Brandon came for lunch a little after 1. We went to Jimmy Johns and got some lunch. I got my usual veggie sammich. It was delicious but it decided to give me horrible bloating painful gas. I left around 2:30. Took some chewable gas tablets and watched CSI: Miami. It's growing on me. Before I knew the differences between the 3, I decided to set my high tech thing to record all of them. I watch the normal ones first... Then the NY ones... I was deleting the Miami ones, but I was going through such bad withdrawl that I started watching the Miami ones. I Don't like the main guy, Heracio... His acting is kind of fake. I don't know what it is. It's like he draws out his words with this overly serious face.

ANYway... After 3 episodes, it was time for class. Ugh, I had a paper due today that I didn't think was due today. Didn't even have my topic picked out. Then today we had to pick out our research topic and start doing things with that. I HATE PICKING TOPICS. HAAAATE!!! Of course I couldn't think of anything... She has us go ahead and cite a source. Of course when she tells us to do these things she gives us 2 hours. It's 7:30, and she tells us to come back at 9:30. WHAT? So after 30 minutes of playing with ideas for topics, and almost hyperventalating... I decide on the history of coffee. Ghey. I call Brandon super pitiful, ask him to bring me a burger, but he was in the middle of cooking for himself. He asked me if I wanted him to bring me some when he was done, but I said no... Then I said no to every other option he gave me. I was just whiny and said I wanted to drink lots of beer... Went back to the class room to stare off into space. The guy behind me said, "Bojangles." So we got some Bo's!

Right after I had taken my last bite and cleaned myself off... I get a text from Brandon saying there was warm food in my car. Aww! He's the best b/f ever. I told him I got some bojangles... He said he tried. Blah. Went to class, finished there, then got out. There was a 24 of bud light, a 6 pack of leinenkugel, and a bag of wendy's. Of course there was a note... He's the best boyfriend in the world. So caring.

Well there's this cat begging for attention... Laying all over my hands... Must go...