12:13 p.m. - 2004-10-08
LEO-NARD! BERN-STEIN!
We have groceries!

Not that we couldn't afford them; we just kept putting it off. Finally, after my third protein shake yesterday, I decided I wanted some real food and found...there was none. Well, there was shredded cheese, but that's less meal-ish than sliced cheese. So I sucked it up and headed on out.

Since my surgery, I've noticed a couple of things about food shopping, the most important of which is this: I must go grocery shopping when I'm fall-down, dead hungry. Normally, 'They' will tell us not to do this; however, if I'm not actively reigning in a voracious appetite at the store, I'll come home with a toilet bowl brush, zip loc baggies, cat food, and a box of triscuits.

Last night, however, I was mildly hungry, and I found that my favorite protein shake was BOGO, so I loaded up my cart. Once I had stuff in there, it wasn't hard to find other food. I'm debating going back today for more of the protein shakes. Just so, you know, I'll have them. Protein goooood.

In other news:
Remember the guy I sold my car to? He magically appeared in another state recently, and is now among the good folk of diaryland. I present to you, with many dramatic bows and hand gestures, The LovePuppet!

In other news, there's really very little other news. On Sunday, I had to do an emergency nipple ring replacement because Righty (aka Problem Child) lost the bead from her CBR (that's a "captive bead ring", Mom) and didn't tell me until the hooky end of the ring had scooted around and started getting all pinchy, trying to escape and whatnot. In cartoon terms, there were squiggly lines, lightning bolts, exclamation points, and stars coming out of my right boob.

Being the capable tool-mistress that I am (ratchets are my favorite, but I had no use for one this time, darnit), I wrapped up some pliers and set to work on fixing the situation. I recently got some new rings and was sort of excited to try 'em out, anyway.

A couple of things I learned which might be useful to the layperson, which I technically am:
1. Gauge is really important. With the barbell in my tongue, there wasn't so much of a problem switching from 14g to 12g and back again. Your nipples will quickly tell you otherwise. I don't think I'll be using those rings, after all.
2. You have to be very, very careful when closing the ring with the pliers not to let the pliers slip off the ring and onto your nipple. Even for a second.

I had a dream last night that I inherited $15 million. Some old guy that I was related to left a letter to his family, and no one who read it before I did actually figured out that it meant there was money hidden somewhere. All I remember is figuring out where the money was, then giving a couple million to my parents, giving a couple million to Darren's parents, and hiring Queen Latifah for a maid (she called me and asked if it would be okay). She was really cool, and helped me manage the money, too. The last thing I remember was buying my mom a trip to Italy and booking a cruise to Alaska. And checking my bank account and still having money left.

Man, that was an awesome dream.

On the exercise front, I'm making very little progress. I think it's the change of the season. I picked up some knitting, and in the mornings my bed is so warm and toasty that I can't peel myself off the mattress for swimming or skating. Bad sarkasmo. BAD!

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