Hi, my name is Shauna and I'm addicted...to Farmville.

Last night I woke up from a dream about FARMING and trying to think how I can plant and harvest over the course of the next couple of weeks.  Is that sick, or what?  (Or what, right?)

I've succumbed to the horribleness of Facebook gaming...and have become whom I always said that I wouldn't...a Farmville freak.



There, it's said.  It's out there.

Now I can deal and move on.

And continue to figure out what times would be best for harvesting!

I will be leaving home for the great South East of the country (a.k.a. Oklahoma) to visit with my sister and niece.  I'll be leaving Reno via Amtrak tomorrow afternoon and arriving in Salt Lake City around 4am, where my mom will pick me up.  I'll chillax there for the day (get a massage), visit (get a massage), watch a large TV (get a massage), visit with my mom and step-dad (get a massage), maybe get a frappuccino (get a massage), and miss my husband and babies, dearly.

My husband will not be joining me on this trip because we are unable to board the critters (no money!) so he's staying back home with our mini family whilst I go off on this road trip.

Yes...that's right.  We're driving.  And I've got my camera.  Do you know what that means?  It means over the next couple of weeks you'll be inundated, hopefully not TOO much, with pics of my road trip, and such.  I mean, if we pass through a town that boasts the biggest ball of twine in the country...we're stopping for pics.  Haha.  It should be interesting.

I've got an iPod full of great tunage and my book.  And I've got my sunglasses.  I'll be chill.

You'll see.  There will be no murders on this trek.  At all.

Nope.

None.

None.

None.

Maybe.

Wow...a very young Hugh Jackman sings Oklahoma!

Wow...just wow.  This is not good.  We're a fat country.  We always knew it...we talk about it...but we never see the numbers.  This is terrible!

Today I was at the dentist having my teeth cleaned and my jaw started getting all sore, as it usually does, about halfway through.  When I half-heartedly joked about it to my hygienist she asked if I wanted something called a bite block...something that props the mouth open so I don't have to hold it open and my jaw can rest.  How cool!  How ingenious!  I told her that yes, I would love to try one!

So off she goes to collect one.  She came back and began to fit it into my mouth when she says..."now, of course these are from the children's sizes."

(Silence)

Children's sizes?  Wait a minute!  This isn't fair!  WHY am I short, like a child, have small hands and feet, like a child, and yet am over 300 pounds???  It's obvious that I'm something's idea of a sick and twisted joke!  I mean, really!  If the main part of me is huge...you'd THINK the rest of me would be, as well, in comparison.  No? 

Irony can bite my big, white bum!  I'm SO not amused.

The upside is that I don't have any cavities.  Woohoo.

Last night, dead asleep around 2am I'm awoken by a...quacking duck!  Disoriented, I think I'm on a farm...till I remember...

It's the dogs' toy duck.  It quacks when squished.  Emily was next to the bed and she rolled over onto it.

Silly quacker!

So many of you know that I've been following Molly and Mcgee's little family of owlets since they hatched.  Well...they're not tiny and bobbley anymore!  They're sitting out on their perch and flapping their wings...I imagine before the end of the night or tomorrow night they'll be taking the mini flight over to the fledge platform where there's a lot more room to chillax.  I'll probably miss the first flight because that's just my luck and all...but these little guys have the whole world watching!  Their popularity has a lot to do with Carlos, the guy who's owl box it belongs to, and his wonderful thoughtfulness of putting web cams in and around the box with night cams and such for all of us to peek at this growing brood.  Seriously...if you have not yet peeked in on these guys...it's a great time to do so!

Click the pic to take you to their site:

I just finished watching this movie and found it amazing.  Of course it didn't make ME cry because no animals were dying or sick in it.  But I can see how many others would...including my husband.  Haha.

These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections - sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent - that happened after I was gone.  And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.  The events my death brought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future.  The price of what I came to see as this miraculous lifeless body had been my life.  -Susie Salmon, The Lovely Bones

This past week has been crazy for me.  It was finals on both Monday and Wednesday with a big paper due on Tuesday, as well; so I've been kind of chilling yesterday and today, enjoying the beautiful Spring weather and not having to worry about classes.

But today I woke up and felt that hungry gnaw in the pit of my stomach that means that I'm bored.  It drum home the fact that I'm out of work and nobody wants to hire a fat woman.  It brings home the fact that I really needed school to get me out of the house because, otherwise, I have nothing to do that for.  Nowhere to go.  Nothing to do.  No friends to chill with on a regular basis.  I want friends, again!

I have a hugely dirty house and it's so hard for me to find the energy to clean it...or go through things to separate them out for the yard sale that I'm determined to have this Summer.  It's hard when you're heaving around 300+ pounds of chub.

I'll be starting the Phentermine tomorrow.  It's the week's mark of not having taken any anti-depressants and I'm stoked.  It should help me find a lot of the energy that I'm not feeling, right now.

One of the goals that I've been saying I'm going to do this summer is learn how to knit.  I guess there are videos on YouTube that show you how and so I'll be studying those and starting that.  I've always wanted to learn.  There are so many nifty things that you can make if you know how to knit.  Cool scarves, honestly, I'm a scarf girl so I really DO like scarves!  Heavy slipper socks (my feet are always freezing).  And maybe, someday, a baby blanket.  Something to pass on, you know?  So, that's my goal.  Now, to afford the yarn and needles!  *Sigh*  Being poor really does suck.