Taking action!

08:49

Action of the day: Go nude! Buff your nails instead of using toxic nail polish. Most commercial nail polishes contain chemicals that are suspected human carcinogens and hormone disrupters. Some of these chemicals pose increased risk to pregnant women and should be avoided as much as possible.

When I first saw that, my jaw dropped. Go nude? What's naked got to do with helping the environment? Then I remembered part of Elohelae's entry and laughed 'til I slid part way down my chair. First impressions can be so much fun ...

I bought myself a new address book yesterday. Okay, I bought two. One's for my purse. Still, it's the first one I've bought for myself in ... whoa ... five years. That's not an exaggeration, either. My current phone book was at the back of a 2001 daytimer. I had purchased THAT when I was working for ATCO.

I had gone to the doctor for a check up - I have to go every six months, and discovered that I can now just go once a year ... right after I see the specialist in three months. *sigh* Anyway, I'm on some strong meds right now for an infection. I get to go back and get that checked out in about a week. (You know the meds are strong when the warning says that this could kill you.) Thanks, I feel better now. *rolls eyes*

Lynne has a similar infection, so immediately texted her and thanked her for passing it on. Darn girl didn't even take the bait. I expected a laugh at least. Granted, she was working when I texted her, I know, but I thought she'd ask later. Hmmm ... actually, she never claimed innocence either ... Hmmmm ...

Damn, I'm sick of seeing doctors. Actually, it's not the seeing them that bothers me so much. It's being in the office. It's the w a i t i n g .... Even if you have an appointment, you wait for about 15 min in the waiting room, then you wait about ten more once they put you in the little room. GAH!

At least add posters for me to stare at while I'm in there!

(No, they don't have to be naked ones ...)

(But it wouldn't hurt either ...) Hee hee

The joy of construction continues ... we've had a string of bad service lately. Things have been ordered that aren't ready by pick up day, or they haven't even arrived. We were told our tiles were back-ordered. Actually, they hadn't left Vancouver yet. We told them to forget it and we got them somewhere else. The same company then screwed up on our carpet order. We ordered enough for two rooms ... they sent us enough for one. We got a call yesterday that the bars for Dona's tub were ready for pick up. Arrived to find that only half the set was there ... and they had to search for that. We wanted to hire somebody to build our garage for us - just the basics ... walls, siding and roof ... but not for $4000.

Makes me ill just thinking about it.

No, wait ... that's the pill I just took.

So I've got a bit of a dilema. I've been hedging and putting off and just avoiding an outright 'no'. Wait, lemme start at the begining.
Lynne wants me to go to New City with her. She goes with her friends every Saturday (possibly more often, but Saturday is a given.) This Saturday is her birthday, so she especially wants me to be there. And I'd love to see her ... but I have no interest in going to New City. I have less interest in going to meet her at 22:00. She says that I don't have the smoke allergy excuse any more ... but there was more to it than that. She's got a selective memory at times.

I am not a bar person. I don't like the music, I don't like the volume, even if I could stand the music, and I don't drink. I am not a night person. I don't want to leave the house at a time when I normally go to bed. I certainly don't want to drive for forty-five minutes to do it either. I'll fall asleep on the highway. I don't particularily like driving the highway at night either. And now I'm on meds that make me feel floaty/dizzy. Right.

On top of all that, I'd be sitting with a bunch of people I don't know - one of which really doesn't like me because she doesn't understand my humour. And I don't like her because I think she's a selfish bitch with serious lime-light envy.

No, it's not a situation I want a part of. I guess I'll e-mail her today and fess up. Chances are she doesn't read this site anymore anyway. I've never seen any sign of it - she's too darn busy. Even if she does, she'll be mad either way. She might forgive me later ... after she's bitched about it to somebody. Maybe me, maybe somebody else who already doesn't care two figs about who I am. She'll get over it.

Maybe I'll drive into town and deliver her present(s) at her work. I hear there's a Second Cup across the street.

Dona just asked for a ride into town ... maybe I'll will get to give her her gift today ...

Sweet Dreams!