Bring on hump day...

... because I'm ready for this week today to be over.

Our Subaru has been having a rough time lately.. to the tune of, oh, a bajillion dollars $2,000+ in repairs rough in the last few months.

Rewind to Sunday while I'm being all independent and what have you, driving to get some space "run some errands" and all of the sudden there is smoke coming out of the hood. Lovely...

So I pop the hood, because, clearly, I.CAN.HANDLE.THIS.

What to do? Of course... check the oil!!! I pull the little oil dipper doo-dad out, wipe it off, stick it back in. Hmmm... There's oil in the car. Now what?? I was not going to call Joe just yet, cause I.CAN.TOTALLY.HANDLE.THIS. but SHIT... dad's on business in China... don't know country code or need a $78 international calling charge.

Next man on the list: My Uncle Jack. He tells me to check for anything that could get lodged in the engine that may cause it to smoke, and I find a piece of cardboard (which I later learn Joe uses as a funnel and stores on the side of the engine intentionally, go figure) and determine this must be the cause of the problem.

Remove cardboard. Restart car. DAMN. Still smoking... and lovely, there's green stuff coming out of the hood. This, apparently, is antifreeze. Good times. (Sidenote: antifreeze is very tasty and incredibly poisonous to, as in sure fire way to kill, dogs).

At this point I call Joe. HANDLING THIS: FAIL.

Long story short, the radiator was cracked which I have learned causes the antifreeze to leak, the car to overheat, and can do all sorts of bad stuff. So there goes another $500. Yippee!!

Oh, and the car was supposed to be fixed this morning but it wasn't so I had to reschedule my dentist appointment that I urgently scheduled yesterday because I keep having dreams about my teeth falling out and this one tooth is killing me and I'm SURE I have a cavity but when I went in this afternoon I just found out it's just phantom pain (whatever that is?) which is good, I guess, except now I'm pretty sure my dentist who I've seen since I was 3 thinks I'm crazy because I told him about my recurring teeth dreams... and *breathe* aaahhhh.... was that sentence long enough?

So I decide to go to CrossFit to blow off some steam. Good plan. Except I get there and realize I have no sports bra. Whatever, I'm gonna do this anywayy...

And then I learn the WOD (workout of the day) is "Annie on the Run" - translation: a VERY bad day to forget your sports bra. This workout involves a lot of double unders (yup-Jump Rope, lovely) and a lot of running. I hope it was entertaining for all the men.

Oh, and one more CrossFit woe, because I haven't complained enough in this post. Back in December I did a benchmark WOD that was freakin brutal. I think it's called "Fran" or "Angie" or I dunno, but regardless it is:

• 100 pullups
• 100 pushups
• 100 situps
• 100 squats

Afterwards I was literally so sore that I COULD NOT straighten my arms for days. One night, I was using those hand-warmers some people use while skiing to try and relax my biceps, and I fell asleep with one on my arm.

Well, it slipped from my bicep down to my forearm and I woke up with freakin' 2nd degree burns on my arm... seriously!! I had 4 blisters that oozed and hurt like hell and were just plain nasty. And worst of all, they were in the shape of a freakin' PENIS!!!!

I did the whole neosporin - don't touch - don't pick thing for weeks. I'm kinda OCD about picking but I SWEAR I was really good about it because I DID NOT WANT A PENIS SCAR.

But alas, it was meant to be. Today in the elevator, I looked down at my forearm and have come to terms with my Angie-Induced CrossFit Penis Scar:

 

Okayy it doesn't really look like a penis anymore, but it used to!!!

Now it just slightly resembles a long skinny curved one with very small testicles. Or it looks like I cut myself. Not sure which is better... thoughts?? 

So how was your day?

8===D

PS-that could totally be a new smiley face!

monday musings

First, a cat bite update. In case you forgot, last Friday was my thumb's D-Day. Since the infection is now in my joints, tendons, and bones (UGGH!), it's apparently "pretty serious". However, the CIPRO I'm taking seems to be helping, so the doctors said they're willing to wait it out another month to see if the pain and mobility continues to improve. I reallyyyy hope so, because I'm not a big fan of surgery. Though Joe is an excellent nurse ice-bag retriever, chicken soup maker, medication dispenser, etc.
 
Moving on... a little something about me. I talk in my sleep quite frequently. I also sometimes have lucid dreams. From Wikipedia:

"A lucid dream is a dream in which the sleeper is aware that he or she is dreaming. When the dreamer is lucid, he or she can actively participate in and often manipulate the imaginary experiences in the dream environment. Lucid dreams can seem extremely real and vivid depending on a person's level of self-awareness during the lucid dream."

This can make for some interesting nights. Sometimes lucid dreams can be really fun - it's like creating your own dream destiny - but other times they can make for some really terrible nightmares. (This is why I refuse to take Chantix to quite smoking, but that's another post.)

Anyway, this morning in my half-dream state, Joe decided to buy a baby dying rat (weird, I know!) from a gas station. He picked the smallest one out of a cardboard box. I thought it was a stupid idea because it was so pathetically small it had no chance to live. But as soon as we got it in the car and started to feed and care for it, it grew. Very quickly.

Before we knew it, this rat was quite large, and while friendly to us, he did NOT like Bondi. He was constantly biting at Bondi, creating a very unpleasant car ride experience. I, of course, was not happy about this.

"I told you this was a bad idea. Why the HELL would you buy a gas station rat, JOE!!?? What were you thinking? Bondi HATES him."

That's what Joe got to wake up to, anyway :) I am only sometimes vaguely aware when I'm talking that I'm actually "asleep" but I'm quite certain I would love to be a fly on the wall in these moments.

The funny thing about these dreams is that they totally affect my emotions. I will wake up in an excellent mood if I've had a particularly pleasant dream. Or, I will wake up absolutely furious about something that happened in a dream.

A few weeks back, I was woke up soooo pissed because Joe took me to his Karate class (No- he doesn't actually do Karate) under the pretense of showing me his newly acquired bad-ass block chopping skillz, but come to find out, he actually brought me to introduce me to his new girlfriend "Katie". He met her in Karate class. Ooohh I did not get over that one until that Sunday afternoon!! haha

Anyway, so this morning was a little rough. Upon waking, I promptly sent Joe a text that said: "I love you joe, but I don't know why u insisted on buying that little rat from the gas station that quickly grew big and didn't get along with bondi:)" haha

Bondi also had a rough morning:

We apparently feel the same way about Mondays. 

More on my weekend tomorrow, but REAL QUICK: I bought a D & G purse from Nordstrom Rack (LOVE this place!) for $199. Retail is $990 (I know!! Who spends $990 on a purse? I still can't believe I spent $199 on it!!!) and I am trying to decide whether to keep it, give it to my sis for x-mas, or sell it on eBay.

Also, got this hat (new!) at Value Village... I kinda like it :-) Joe thinks it's cute and calls it my "Idaho" hat. (He's from Idaho, through and through). Here's Bondi modeling it for yall:

As you can tell, Mr. Bondi doesn't like dress up much.

And last... my new music obsessions:
1) "Whatcha Say" by Jason Derulo. Don't judge. It's catchy!!! (Click here to listen).

2) Sara Bareilles - Little Voices. What an incredibly album!

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