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Déjà vu

5/4/2012

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Cowboy Take Me Away just came.  Oh, how I love this song.  To me, it’s pure love. Anyway, last night went a little more differently than I’d hoped.  I asked Brian if he wanted to go for another walk, but he said he was driving into town to go workout. I was so disappointed.  I was really hoping for some more quality alone time. Anyway, when we were talking, he was lying on the bed in our room, and I laid there w/ him to talk about it. After he dismissed the idea of taking a walk, I suddenly became very tired. I actually closed my eyes
and took an hour nap or so.  When I woke up, Brian was gone, and I figured he’d gone to the gym. No, that MOFO took a walk! Was I p!ssed….  This is
marriage, one day you hear my proclamation of love for him, the next, you hear
how I wanted to just flip him off. He said he decided he had time for a walk, but when he came back in the room, I was asleep.  Uh huh. Wake me the f! up. I shouldn’t be napping anyway. Men, I swear.

While Brian was gone, I got a lot of cleaning and laundry done.  It felt so  good.  Cleaning really is the best type of therapy for me.  Oh Geez….now, Sugarland’s version of, Come on Get Higher is on.  This song is hot.  Oh, here’s a new list:
list of the hottest, sexiest songs. This one would surely make my list.  Anyway, back to last night. I really, really, really wanted a beer.  The feeling was with me most of the night, but I fought it off. Instead, I had a glass of green juice.  How about that? That’s what I’m talking about! Oh, and for dinner, I had a bowl of granola cereal (from the Amish country, my boss picked it up for me). So, all in all I had a great day of eating/drinking. I’m very proud of myself.

My friend and I had a great talk about music yesterday.  I can relate nearly everything in my life to music.  There isn’t a song that comes on, that I don’t tie to someone I know (like this morning, I heard the Blues Traveler, which always makes me think of Myers), that doesn’t impact me directly, or that I can’t envision having written it, or having it written for me (in my imaginary life).  If
none of those apply, I create a video in my head for the song. It’s too bad videos can’t be X-rated, because I would be a kick a$$ director.  :)  So, it was fun
talking to my friend about how we wish life were an actual musical. How cool would that be? Everything in song. I tell you, the world would be a much better
place, if it were set to a soundtrack.

So, today’s title is a direct reflection to my dental issues.  I had the surgery done on the one side, three months ago. They had to wait a couple of months to go back in there to size for the crown, as it takes that long to heal. I get the crown put in on Mon. In all this time, I’ve either been consciously or sub consciously eating on the other side.  The other side, is where we have my next project. I have a large filling (done at the same time as all of the other ones
20+ years ago) that we were going to tackle at the first of the year, when
insurance starts over again.  Well, now that tooth has been bothering me for a couple of weeks now. I was going to go over the new game plan for it, when I’m in on Mon.  Last night it really started bothering me (which is probably how I was able to take the nap). This morning I woke up, and I’m totally swollen. 
It’s noticeable on the outside of my face. The right side is swollen up past my eye.  Inside of my mouth it’s much worse.  The only other time I’ve had this, is what we resulted in my recent surgery….  I called my dentist, who is closed today….and left an emergency message.  He has got to get me an antibiotic.  If I don’t hear from him in the next hour,  I’m just going to have to start calling dentists to see where I can get in today.  I know they won’t be able to do anything with it b/c it’s so swollen, but I can at least get the prescription
(Lord knows what this is all going to cost). Needless to say, it’s not a great start
to my weekend….  I’m in a sh!tload of pain.  Naproxen isn’t even touching it.  Oh well, I guess it is, what it is.

Changing direction again, while I’m thinking of it.  There’s this fantastic
documentary called,“Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead.”  It’s all about the power of diet and the benefits of juicing.  It’s one of my all-time fave docs.  Anyway,
I got the dvd for free, when I bought my juicer recently. I can watch it anytime on Netflix demand, so if anyone wants the dvd, shoot me a message.  I’ll mail it
to you. 

Hope you all have a great weekend,

Jen

 p.s.  Usually when I  add lyrics to a song on here, it’s because it’s got some sort of powerful message.  Today, I’m adding Lapdance, which is just a super kick a$$ song that I like to jam out to on my long commute sometimes. Anyway, any song that equates the lies that strippers tell, to the  government, is alright by me :)  If you don’t know it, you should.  Enjoy. Haha.
 
Food:
6:20  Small bowl of Kashi cereal w/ rice milk (I needed food in my stomach, so
I could take my Naproxen), Can of Diet Coke
 8:45  20 oz Diet Dr. Pepper, which I’ll be sipping off the next hour or so
10:00   It’s almost time, for me to drink the last of this batch of Green juice.
 
"Lapdance"

Dirty  Dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
I'm a dirty dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog 
Dirty Dog
I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog

I'm an outlaw (I'm an outlaw)
Quick on the draw (Quick on the draw)
Somethin' you've never seen before (Never Seen)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face I
got somethin' chrome (I got somethin' Chrome)
And I got it from home (I got it from home)
And it ain't a microphone (Ain't it a mic!)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
It's so real
It's How I Feel
It's this society
That makes a nigga wanna kill
I'm just straight ill

Ridin' my motorcycle down the streets
While politicians is soundin' like strippers to me
They keep sayin' but I don't wanna hear it...

Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well  you can get this lap dance here for free
Now you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
Now you can get this lap dance here for free

It's a raw night (It's a raw night)
Who wants to bar fight? (Who wants to bar fight?) 
Well come on alright (Well come on)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
Baseball bats (Baseball bats)
I got somethin' for that (I got somethin' for that)
It goes bla ka ka kat (You know what that is)
So I dare a motherfucker to come in my face
It's so real
It's how I feel

It's this society
That makes a nigga wanna kill
I'm just straight ill

Ridin' my motorcycle down the streets
While the government is soundin'
like strippers to me
They keep sayin' but I don't wanna hear it

Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Now you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
Now you can get this lap dance here for free

When you think of Harvey, think of a Harley
Blue denim, spiked wrists and crombie

Lap-screws and tattoos that's all me
Two guns, both arm's feelin' like Fonzie
You can find me drunk, whip it it might crash
Or find me chillin with crackers, who like Clash
Find me in court smokin' that nice grass

Burnin' the flag, all in the name of white trash
It's Harvey baby, Christ on the arm I'm gnarly baby
Fuck with me? Not hardly baby
And you know the flow, im Godly baby
So lets party baby
Chicks nick-name me pilot, they get high off my dick
I take 'em to my home, they call it the cock pit

Time for take off, their panties they drop quick
Now that's first class fuckin, and that' some fly shit

Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
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    2 boys, 18 & 15
    email: diariesofafatass@gmail.com


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