Posted By Kristabella on July 21, 2010
Did you know my blog header was a finalist in the design category for the BlogHer Voices of the Year? Well, not really me, it was the handiwork of my designer Nap Warden. I nominated her because I still love my blog header today as much as I did the first time I saw it! And her illustrations are all custom!
I figured I needed to post something new, since I noticed quite a bit of traffic from the announcement. And then people came here and if they read past the header, they got to read about poop in my fridge.
Kristabella: Keeping It Klassy Since 1977.
Speaking of poop (I swear, soon I will stop talking about this!), my doctor called and apparently my samples tested positive for this. It’s basically a bacteria you get from taking antibiotics. Which I recently took when the damn cat bit me. It all comes back to that dog.
This medication is supposed to take care of the problem. I have to take it for 14 days, three pills a day. And you can’t drink alcohol. Oh, I know you’re not supposed to with regular antibiotics, but it isn’t really a huge deal with regular antibiotics. They just suggest you try not to.
With this medicine? YOU CANNOT DRINK ALCOHOL. Like NONE. AT ALL. Like my doctor was sure to mention this to me yesterday before she called in the prescription. That’s 14 days with no booze. I’m actually OK with this, I think. Seeing as the first bit of alcohol I had last week, the first beers in almost two weeks, had me on the shitter for hours. So maybe this is for the best.
And hey, think of all the calories I’ll be saving!
I finish the last pill the morning I leave for NYC for BlogHer. Yes, I calculated this out to make sure I could use all my drink tickets.
It’s hot here. I mean, it is summer so I can’t be too shocked. But last summer was so mild that I was kind of hoping we’d have something similar this year. No such luck.
I think I’ve mentioned before that I don’t have A/C in my car. There is a leak somewhere and not worth it to get fixed on an 11 year old car. So I just fill it up with coolant a few times a summer to recharge it.
I’ve put it off forever this summer and have suffered for my laziness. And by suffered, I mean loads and loads of boob sweat. This past weekend I thought it was about time to stop complaining about it and buy the damn coolant and put it in.
I made THREE trips to AutoZone. Because the first two cans, they busted. The hose broke off in my hand, twice, attached to a full can of coolant. The highly-pressurized, frostbite-causing coolant. So that was fun. Especially at $20 a can.
I finally got some put in on Saturday and then realized it wasn’t working too well and I should have bought two cans. So it is coolish when I have the A/C on, but does nothing when it is in the 90s, sunny and humid.
New for this year is that my car also tends to overheat when I have the A/C on and I’m in stop and go traffic. And if I’m not paying attention, I’ll be sitting on the on ramp to Lake Shore Drive on a Sunday, in stopped traffic, with my A/C blasting and notice that the temperature gauge on the car is reaching boiling levels.
And then, in this situation, as to make it home and not end up stranded on the side of the road, you turn the heat on, like you always should do when the car is overheating. (Kristabella’s Car Lesson of the Day!) So you’re sitting in a dead stop in 90 degree weather in your car with the heat blasting. And you will continue to sit in traffic, not moving, because you decided to take Lake Shore Drive home during the craptastic traffic trifecta of a REO Speedwagon concert, Transformers filming that shut down Michigan Avenue and a Sunday night Cubs game.
Then your brother will try out some video calling app with you and take a screenshot of your face and show you exactly what you look like after that experience.
I kind of miss my old iPhone that didn’t have video capability. I don’t need to know how big of a hot mess I am. It’s why I avoid mirrors.
Proctor & Gamble apparently reads my blog. Look what I got in the mail yesterday:
I think I mentioned I saw my niece Maddie on Sunday. I hadn’t seen her in a few weeks and she’s gotten so big and alert. I ended up holding her most of the day, one, because BABIES! SQUEEE! and two, because she was kind of fussy. My arm was so sore when I left. I was actually up most of the night because of the arm pain, mostly because I’m forgetful and the pain was in my left arm and I might have kept thinking I was having a heart attack.
I only ended up getting one picture of my Goopy (my nickname for her). I tried out the new front facing camera on my phone. It’s not good at all, but at least you can see how adorable she is and how she has the chubbiest, most nom-worthy cheeks in the history of all babies!
And at six weeks, she already has a better tan than I ever will.