I love to sleep

When I picked up my Ambien prescription, I got this information sheet and I thought it was funny so I am posting it. By the way, I love Ambien and even if I did any of these crazy things I wouldn’t tell my doctor or he would stop giving it to me. Gosh, then how would I sleep. I can just imagine calling my him to report an Ambien episode. I think he would tell me to call back when I had a REAL medical situation.

My favorite thing on here is page two where it lists possible side effects. DROWSINESS. Really?

I will admit to a lack of memory about what I do after I have taken a pill. Emerson did report that I talked in my sleep one night with a crazy request and I have left facebook posts without remembering.

So if I call you in the middle of the night or leave you a strange text, just remember, it’s not really me. Just one thought, if I drive to your house in an Ambien state, feel free to report me to my Doctor.

Firearm

Ok, tonight we had some customers that literally drove me insane. Rachel asked me a couple of times if I needed to polish the knives which was referring to my comment about wanting to stab myself and say "I am bleeding now and I have to leave and go to the hospital." (Picked that up from Sheldon.) Thankfully, Rachel took over for me or else I might have "lost it".

These people were from England and were making the somewhat simple decision of choosing a kokopelli pendant. I mean really, does it matter if the koko looks like he has little boots on his feet or maybe the one without the little boots looks like he is kicking up his feet more so he must be happier than the one with the boots. The pendants are only about an inch tall so who in the crap will even notice? This went on for about 45 minutes. Then after making the arduous decision of getting the one with the better detail (all the little kokos in their price range look the same to me, so I have no idea what they were talking about when they said that) they then had to choose a chain. We are talking about a chain that cost eight to fifteen dollars, not some 14K gold fancy thing and they could NOT make a decision.


This is about when I escaped to the shoes and let Rachel deal with them. The lady finally asked her if we could hold the two chains for 24 hours while she THOUGHT about it. You have got to be kidding!

Isn’t the exchange rate for the pound like double our dollar? Wouldn’t you think if you could afford a trip to the United States, you wouldn’t sweat a ten dollar chain which would only be five dollars if you figured in the exchange rate.

Is it legal to carry a firearm that is not concealed? I wonder if customers would take 45 minutes to pick out a one inch kokopelli if I had a gun on my hip. Just a thought. Hmmmm. I think I will have to check into this.

NICE, who needs it!

I don’t like being labeled as "nice". It’s just too hard to live up to. Someone who is under the impression that I am nice might catch a glimpse of me doing something not so nice and then what? I think it is ok if you say to me, "That was a nice thing to do." Calling my action nice is ok. Calling me nice is not ok. I like being called funny. I would hope to be able to live up to that label, but that’s the only term I can tolerate.

Reasons I am not nice -

Nice people don’t swear.
Nice people don’t make fun of other people.
Nice people like kids.
Nice people perform random acts of kindness.
Nice people don’t talk too much about themselves.
Nice people aren’t happy when someone gets what they deserve.
Nice people think of others first.
Nice people don’t hope the neighbor’s dog chokes on a chicken bone.
Nice people say they are happy for you and actually mean it.
Nice people are good sports.
Nice people don’t make their kids fake a phone call so they can escape from an annoying person.
Nice people like other nice people.
Nice people don’t put the phone numbers of people they hate in their cell phone so they will show up on caller ID and can be rejected.
Nice people let their snoring husbands sleep with them.
Nice people share.
Nice people don’t have permanent scowl lines.
Nice people give hugs.

To all you nice people - go get a job at Hallmark! Well, I think that pretty well covers it.

The old fashioned way. Diet and excercise.

Yes. It finally happened. Steve and I broke up. Last visit to physical therapy he said he thought I was good and didn’t need to come back. Well ok, I knew that, I just wanted something to force me to keep exercising.

When I started pt at the end of March I was in pretty bad shape. My back was extremely unstable, I was fat and hadn’t exercised since my foot surgery.

After looking at myself in the mirrors at physical therapy I decided I needed to seriously cut calories and lose weight. I started a self imposed 1000 calories a day diet. Today at my morning weigh in I am officially down 37 pounds. YES! Thirty seven! It has been really tough to keep this up, but now the hard part begins. How do I keep the weight off and motivate myself to continue all the exercising?

I do love all of my new muscle. I would never have believed that I could have developed the muscles I have without going to a gym. The other day when I was marveling at my leg and gluteal tone, I told Emerson to feel my muscles and he refused, saying, "I am not touching your butt." Whatever. Maybe Curt will.

Not all is well with losing a large amount of weight at my age. Some things look better, but other things look worse. Face and neck - worse. Legs, butt and arms - better. Still have a fat middle.