Raynaud's Phenomenon

I've suffered from Raynauds Phenomenon for as long as I can remember. For those of you who don't know what it is. I've posted a brief description of it below. Over the last couple of months I've noticed that its becoming more frequent and takes longer to go away. Yesterday while taking a lunch break at home I had to take a hot shower just for the feeling to return to my finger tips. The best part is there is no cure. Keep warm my doctor says. Easier said then done when you live in Humboldt.

Raynaud's phenomenon is a vasopastic disorder causing discoloration of the fingers, toes, and occasionally other areas. The phenomenon is believed to be the result of vasospasms that decrease blood supply to the respective regions. Emotional stress and cold are classic triggers of the phenomenon.

In extreme cases, the phenomenon can progress to necrosis or gangrene of the fingertips.

Attack!

I've started messing around with my camera again. The other day while driving down the road I snapped a picture over my shoulder to see what I might get. KILLER ATTACK DOG! okay not really he's just yawning but wow what good timing!

Weeping Willow

I loves these trees - Whenever I see one I want to stop and take a nap underneath it. This particular one could use some love. It sits at the entrance to our drive way and has been neglected for years. Its not really in my yard so I don't feel like its my place to help it but man how I wish I was a home owner so I could plant my very own weeping willows.

No 12hrs for me :(

So do you remember my exciting photo project that I was so happy to be doing? Yeah, well it came and went and I missed the whole darn thing. Thank you flu! I did manage to get a couple of good shots of Brian welding over the weekend but that's about it. They do this 12 hours in photos once every three months so hopefully I'll be well enough the next time to participate.

My new Car

I swear Brian could convince me to buy just about anything. He’s not good for my wallet but at least he’s good for my soul.

Grandpa

My grandfather is dying and I’m not so sure how I feel about this. That probably sounds harsh and uncaring but that’s not the case at all. I barely know this man. I could come up with a million excuses as to why we aren’t close, like the fact that he has 9 children and 32 grandchildren and it takes a lot of love to spread around when you’ve got that big of a family, but honestly that’s not the case. We’re just not a close nit family and that’s the end of it. That doesn’t mean that I don’t have fond but weird memories of him as a child. One of my favorites is whenever we saw him he would ask us in his southern Louisiana draw if we wanted some of grandpa’s candy. Of course we said yes, and he’d reach into his pouch and pull out a little Perique tobacco. It took us a few times but we finally learned to never accept candy from grandpa. He’s a rebel at heart and still mad that the south didn’t win. To listen to him talk there is no greater place then Louisiana. God own little slice of heaven if you ask him. I went there once for vacation and it scared the shit out of me. Swamps, alligators, snakes, muddy water, hot as hell, yet beautiful at the same time. I can see why he loves it but I’m happy to live in California.

My grandfather spent the majority of the weekend at St Josephs. His heart is giving out and he doesn’t have much longer to live. This makes me sad for my mother. I can’t imagine losing my own father and I can’t even begin to grasp what each of his nine children are going through. We all know that with life comes death yet it doesn’t make it any easier.

I sick. Which means I was unable to see him while he was at the hospital; I feel a tremendous amount of guilt over this. Like I’m letting him down, myself down, my entire family down even though we barely know each other this is a natural reaction I suppose but it still breaks my heart. I’m hoping to feel better by the weekend and make the 1+ drive to their house.

Doggie

I receive a ton of emails related to cute animal photos and most of the time I glance over them, smile at the cute ones and then delete them. I received one today from my friend Melissa that reminded me of Tucker so I had to share them.

silly me

Its been awhile since I've posted and I'd like all of you to know the reason why is because I've been sucked back into that deep dark hole called Facebook . I have stalked, commented, liked, and posted repeatedly in the last couple of days. I've started playing their stupid little games that take hours of maintenance to keep up with. My eyes hurt, my head aches, my ass hurts. That's it. I'm officially addicted. If I don't post again soon someone might want to set up an intervention. Yes, that is my call for help!

Quote

Success isn't a result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire. ~Arnold H. Glasow.

woohoo

It’s taken 7 weeks but I’ve finally managed to lose 13 pounds. I had to get on the scale four times this morning to make sure I was seeing it correctly. Part of me still doesn’t believe it and I’ve almost got myself convinced that there is something wrong with our scale. The first 8 pounds was lost in the first two weeks, the last five in the past week. I haven’t done anything different and if anything I’ve eaten worse in the last two weeks then I had the 5 prior ones. My clothes don’t fit any better nor do I wake up feeling skinnier. I guess I shouldn’t be complaining but rather enjoying the fact that all the fruit I’ve been eating is really starting to pay off. I pray that the next 10 doesn’t take me as long.