So this morning, I could smell the roasting dust that is the hallmark of the first “heating” of the season.
This means my office has officially switched the HVAC from “Cool the Building” to “Heat the Building”
Funny, but it is exactly the same temperature in here today with the heat as it was yesterday with the cooling….. FREEZING DAMN MONKEY BALLS COLD!!!
I am going to have to bring in a ski parka this winter.
OK, so I called up our local “oldest and most respected plastic surgery center in the city”.
I figure, might as well start with the best if I am going to get a consultation on what’s right for my situation.
Then if they turn out to be prohibitively costly, I might go to the second or third best to get a second opinion.
I feel pretty strongly that I will not be moving out of the top three. There are some things that you should do right, or not at all.
This is, after all, a completely elective procedure. If I decide I can’t spend the money, I’ll just live with what I’ve got, not look around for bargain basement surgery.
I mean… I hired the best company in town to do work on my house… I’ll stick with that model for getting work done on my body.
So on October 20, I will be attending a seminar that their massive weight loss specialist Dr. does. It’s a dog and pony show up front of the types of surgery they do for weight loss patients. Then after, the attendees get individual consultations (which I guess means a bit of waiting around while others get their turn, but hey, it’s a free consult), then he tells you what he thinks would be the best options for your particular situation.
I, being the OCD researcher I am, already have a pretty good idea of what the best option is for my case, but he, being an actual expert and all, will likely have different things to say.
So, now just for more waiting.
To my dear friends in the vast, shadowy, netherworld that is black ops intelligence for the United States.
I read a lot of science fiction. As you know, you guys don’t often come off in the best light in these stories.
Now, I understand that every story needs either a villain or an incompetent bumbling foil to keep things moving along, But I would just like you to know, that if any of the following is actually true, I sincerely appreciate you keeping the bleating masses of the US public (including me!) in the dark about it:
There is nothing I can do about any of these and, frankly, if my brain is about to get sucked out of my skull by a huge alien bug, I’d just as well have it come as a surprise to me at the very last second than sit around for weeks stewing about it and worrying before finally succumbing to the blissful nothingness that I imagine goes along with having one’s consciousness sucked away by a space bug.
I would write to you in person, but, as I DO read a lot of science fiction, I have a vastly inflated opinion of the capabilities of the shadowy netherworld of blackops intelligence agencies, and so I am sure that by putting those acronyms in the title of this blog, someone from those agencies will be along almost at the second I post this to check on what I might be saying about them.
So… to recap… insofar as I have never heard any news of impending alien / zombie / parasitical / pathogenic / asteroid doom, and additionally, have not yet actively MET my doom through any of the aforementioned vectors (not to say NOBODY has, because SOMEONE has to be patient zero) I will say GOOD JOB shadowy netherworld of black ops intelligence agencies*! Good job and keep up the covert protection of the crazed citizenry of these United States (because you KNOW if you let this stuff leak, we are all going batshit and looting the HELL out of our local WalMarts).
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*it occurs to me that I should have just gone ahead and put “SNOBOIA” as a new acronym at the top of this post, but I didn’t really realize how many times I would be saying “shadowy netherworld of black ops intelligence agencies” in this thing
I love you, Google Reader.
Seriously… this thing rocks. I get all my blogs delivered directly to my page as soon as they are updated.
No more time spent checking to see if there are new posts. This has already saved me considerable time in the last two days… time I spent adding new blogs to the reader that I wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of adding to the blog-roll when it was something I had to check all the time.
Awesome!
So now I am considering having reconstructive cosmetic ok, ok, fine, Ill say it… plastic surgery to remove a whole bunch of extra skin that is left over now that I am no longer as large as I once was.
I’ve been noodling the idea around for a while… but I am now to the point where in the next few weeks I feel like I might actually pick up the phone and call a surgeon’s office to talk about consultations.
I thought that blogging about it might help me as I work through all the major issues surrounding this decision.
So just as an outline… here are the things I am worried about with this whole surgery thing…
And why would I want to do such a thing?
I have lost more than half of me. Now that I understand things like eating healthy foods, getting exercise, etc. I realize that this is about the size my body would like to be. I am not losing any more weight, nor am I gaining… So while I might still be called “Fat” by a fashion magazine at a size 10 (sometimes 8, sometimes 12), I am good with things the way they are.
But taking out half the stuffings has left me with simply more skin than I require. On my arms and legs, this just means I have a little sagging and wrinkling. Nothing I wouldn’t have gotten with age, anyway. So I have no problem with that.
My torso, though… I can grab two handfuls of skin and pull it away, with still more left that I can’t fit in my hands. (yeah, sorry about that mental image). It’s too much. It hangs over my pants, I think about it and obsess constantly about how it hangs there any time I wear clothing that is even remotely close to my body. (And let’s not even get into how my brain reacts to a hug).
I guess it just feels unfair that I went to so much effort to get to where I fell like I should be and can maintain in a healthy manner, and then I am stuck with the leftovers.
There’s also that I want to get a tattoo on my belly and right now, frankly, there’s just no way it could be done. (unless it was one of those Mad Magazine fold-out pictures that changes when you open it up).
I could go on. I probably will at some point. But enough for today.
Welcome autumnal equinox!
Today is the day of equalness! And the Night of additional equalness!
AND! MOST IMPORTANTLY!
Winter is coming!
Yay!
I am not sure I am going to be able to wait the full six months that I imposed on myself before I get the next tattoo.
It’s going to be awesome… The SB’s favorite guitar – Lil’ Snappy Hoo Ha – with his red hat hanging on the headstock.
The idea came to me after a loooong time of trying to think of a design that would properly signify my relationship with the SB without just being something like a heart with his name in it or something equally cliche (not that there’s anything wrong with cliches – if that’s what you REALLY want).
But it just clicked in as so right.
I know, I know. Live with the idea for six months before committing it to skin. I should follow through on my own rules, or else I run a very high risk of just impulsively getting random things inked into my skin. Seriously, I know me.
But I just am kinda thinking that for this one tattoo, maybe I could break the rules… But once the rule is broken – danger!
Sigh… it’s only February. I can wait. I CAN!
So we went to see a totally adorable movie about giant food falling from the sky today.
It was a good movie – Yes… there was some fairly blatant fat bias in the character of the mayor / villain… But, it was seriously hilarious other than that, and I have a hard time getting outraged when I am being so thoroughly entertained.
What killed me, though, was the price of the thing. $10 for a 4 pm movie? What happened to the matinee? You now have to hit the movies at 10 am to pay $5 for a ticket. Ridiculous!
For the SB and I, we got out for $20… But my sister and her three kids, along with demands for soda, candy, and popcorn… It cost her $43 for 1 and a 1/2 hours of movie?
Thank goodness for Netflix!!!
New legislation has just been introduced to repeal the “defense” of marriage act (DOMA).
This is the act that denies same-sex couples the rights that I take completely for granted in my marriage… the right to have the SB covered by my social security survivors benefits, the right for the SB and I to make legal decisions as each other’s next of kin, the right for me to claim the SB as a dependent on my taxes…
I simply cannot see why the SB and I should have these rights while other committed couples do not, just because my spouse has different genitalia than I do and that hypothetical other couple have matching parts.
I am a supporter of same-sex marriage rights.
But, hey, we all know that I am also wildly lazy, and not prone to actually taking steps to stand up for my beliefs.
Handily, some nice people at the RepealDOMAnow web site have made it easy for me to send messages to the president, my senators, and my representatives – all in one fell swoop! Just by filling out my letter-writing info!
Ain’t technology grand?
So if you, like me, believe that people in this country should not be refused basic human rights based on the gender of the person they want to marry, then you might want to mosey over to this web site and fire off some letters to your various political representatives.
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