Time to clean house

Finally got photos taken of some rams I need to move out. I could just turn them out back and let them grow out for a few years but I need Vegas money. We've already spent $1500 on the trip and we're not even there yet. Airfare, 3 nights at the Luxor, tickets to Criss Angel and to Excalibur's Tournament of Kings, and *poof* there went $1500. Now I have to start stashing for slots and blackjack.

Waxed the hood and front fenders on the Cruiser today, too sunny and hot to finish up the rest of the car though. The bra is on now and looks pretty good. I need to get some pics. There are two others in town the same color but one is a base model. The bra will at least set mine apart a little. Hate having something a million other people have, but at least there's a ton of stuff out to customize these guys so it won't be much work to make it "mine".

Kashi GoFart

My recent attempt at healthier eating led me to bring home a box of Kashi cereal, specifically the Kashi GoLean high fiber. The cereal is as good as can be expected of a cereal devoid of sugar, chocolate, peanut butter, high fructose corn syrup, or any other wholesome ingredient designed to impart taste. I like that it stays crunchy in the milk for a long time. However, it took me a while to realize it was also providing me with an unwelcome parting gift.

Apparently the increased fiber content of the cereal leads to increased gas content of the digestor. I'm not talking little hoopty poots that can be hidden with a faked bout of coughing. These are The Second Coming Is Here trumpet blasts, accompanied by a stench that is a cross between rotten eggs and despair. Even worse, it lasts for hours upon hours, which would be great fun if I were riding a bus on a daily basis, but as I have no captive audience to victimize it's quickly lost it's amusement factor.

Actually I find it hard to believe it's all due to the fiber. I could eat 2 gallons of barley, 2 cups of lentils, a gallon of broccoli, a cart full of bran flakes, a truck load of oatmeal, two loaves of rye bread, and a barrel full of corn and turnip greens and not have as much gas as I do after one of these. There is something unholy lurking in that box of cereal.

Upon Googling for "Kashi farts", I found I was not alone.

I have a new addition to the family, a young Pyr/Akbash/Anatolian bitch named Lucy. Lucy escaped the day after she arrived, and managed to get herself hit by a car. Thankfully the driver was kind enough to take Lucy to the vet, where her broken leg was set and cast. She'll be staying at the clinic for a little bit, giving me time to get the hot wire up and running. Hopefully that will put a stop to the escape act.

iJoy indeed

This is the funniest thing I've seen in a while. As I watched the video, I could not help but thinking I could achieve the same motion with my boyfriend, for free.

In other news, I must have been completely tweaked out at the dentist, as the blood pressure reading today was a yawn inducing 119 over 74.

Fear of Mouth Rot and Hail Damage Turns Me From Dark Side

After more decades than I will admit of having issue free teeth, I was treated to having 5 cavities filled this week. My first ones ever, and 5 in one shot. This of course led to the dropping of much money on dental hygiene items such as floss, floss picks, new toothbrushes, mouthwash, tongue scrapers, etc, and many hours pouring over various websites and articles devoted to the maintenance of perfect teeth.

The other thing that freaked me out at the dentist was a blood pressure reading of 140 over 85. For the majority of my life I've enjoyed naturally low blood pressure reading around 114/54. At first I attributed it to being twitchy about having my teeth drilled, and assured myself that it would be considerably lower at the next visit.

141/90

A friend of mine suggested I might have "white coat syndrome" where apparently your blood pressure shoots up at the mere sight of a doctor or dentist. As much as I would like to cling to that theory, the truth is all of those absurdly low readings were also done by the evil men (and women) in white, so it doesn't wash.

I've managed to cut the sodas out for the most part, only having had a handful of them in the past few months, but I guess it's time to accept that I'm no longer 18 and the equivalent of a human trash compactor when it comes to eating whatever I want with no ill effects. For the next two weeks, it looks like I'm on the Dr Mirkin "Show Me" diet and then will attempt to eat along his DASH diet as much as possible. I don't believe in "diets" in terms of Lose 20 Pounds By Labor Day™ because I'm well aware that the instant you quit the "diet" and resume your old eating habits you just blow up all over again, which is why I never bother with "dieting". However, that 90% of my brain that is not used for normal functions likes to entertain itself with worst case scenarios, usually something along the lines of what it would be like if I lost control of the vehicle and slammed into that concrete retaining wall at 84 mph. Lately it has been showing me what my teeth could look like should I continue on my soda and snackies path, along with what my ass could potentially morph into should I refuse to get back on some semblance of an exercise program.

Time to eat my oatmeal.