I’m not really into post­ing pri­vate blog posts because if it was really that sen­si­tive, you prob­a­bly should put it some­place besides a pub­lic blog.

These past weeks have been absolutely atro­cious and I feel like I’m gonna die from the men­tal exhaustion.

Some amaz­ing news, I was hired by CVS Phar­macy as a tech­ni­cian. Even though it’s not much more than Clark’s as far as pay goes, the hours will be full time which is some­thing I could really use right now. I was able to quit Clark’s as my bills are up to date, and won’t be need­ing money until April or so. (They haven’t given me a sched­ule yet because they’re wait­ing on drug test results. Which are drug free, cause drugs are bad, mmkay.)

Some bad news: Richard’s appen­dix burst.  He was rushed to the ER by fam­ily for excru­ci­at­ing bloat and abdom­i­nal pain, and in the mid­dle of surgery it rup­tured. Thank­fully, it was under the eye of the sur­geon that it did, because a rup­tured appen­dix is actu­ally quite fatal. They had the sur­gi­cal trauma team called up for him and every­thing. It was bad tim­ing and now my poor baby is at home with a drainage tube on his gut and has only just begun eat­ing solids. (This is after nearly a week and a half of no appetite)

We’re keep­ing an eye on him, but he’s also on some heavy duty antibi­otics and antibac­te­ri­als (Metron­ida­zole and Ciprofloxapin) to keep infec­tions like peri­toni­tis from set­ting in. That was a huge issue with the rup­ture because of all the con­t­a­m­i­nants and such com­ing into con­tact with the rest of the lower abdom­i­nal cav­ity. Yeck. In all cases though, he’s far­ing well, and is even walk­ing around now.

I’ve had requests for this sev­eral times, and now I’m finally post­ing it. My daily makeup rou­tine. I don’t really do any­thing spe­cial, but I always get com­pli­ments on my makeup.

If you have any sug­ges­tions or com­ments, please leave me a note, I’d be happy to learn more and get even bet­ter!

 

Omake pho­tos

Last Fri­day, I invited my lovely wife, Chris­tine, out for a lunch date at Paris in a Cup (will post pho­tos for this next time). In turn, she invited me out for drinks since she turned 21 the pre­vi­ous tues­day. (Happy Birth­day, my love.)

My girl! This diva thought she could hit an Apple Mar­tini as her first drink.

Straight alco­hol on the first drink? Damn, you gots a drive. (She gave it to Kevin. It was too bit­ter for her)

I ordered a straw­berry daiquiri think­ing it’d be an easy drink.

Sev­eral of these daquiris later.…

We get kicked out and the staff took a sou­venir photo for us. (We didn’t actu­ally get kicked out.)

We did time-warp to Sticky Piccy though.

Pretty sure Kevin thinks I’m out of con­trol at this point.

Lizzie and Lit­tle boy Blue get­tin’ their pick of purikura.

They didn’t do the $1 karaoke. I was sad, I wanted to be obnox­ious in there with them.

Less than pre­sentable. I hadn’t noticed my neck­lace or my bow being undone at all.

Damn you alchy! You make sloppy look good.

We ended up at The Bal­cony to sober me up some more because I had to drive 2 hours back home.

What’d we get? SHAVED ICE (With live DJ toppings)

Actu­ally, it was straw­ber­ries and bananas. The way the ice was shaved though, it was just like ice cream!