Beside the Pointe

Gray Hair Update

I have spotted the wiley gray hair in its natural habitat and let me just say that it was an experience.

I was actually in awe of it for a brief moment taking in its stark whiteness.  For a second I actually mistook the gray hair for shine (my hair is rather shiney, not to toot my horn or anything, but toot toot) until I realized that when I moved the shine didn't move but rather just stayed white.

I'm a little happy and amused over the fact that my single gray hair is a very pretty and manageable shade of white as it lay there curly just like its darker brethren.

With any luck the rest of my hair will follow suit and turn into a pretty white later on in the future.

By the way, since spotting the lone gray hair I have not been able to find it since.  I'm not sure if it's fallen out or just gotten lost in my thick mane of hair.  Oh that gray hair can be so elusive!

Bring Out Your Dead!

Because I'm a gonna be autopsing them!

Is that even a word?  Autopsing?

Whatever, the point of this post is to announce that I got the job! 

After a series of about 15 questions or so I got offered the job two hours later.  How's that for efficiency?

I'll officially be starting on May 19th as a forensic technician and I couldn't be happier!  Yea me.

The only downside is that I'm going to have to get a refund from school because I already paid for my classes and they're all in the daytime and my shift is changing from nights to days.  Not a problem.  In fact, I prefer night classes anyways.  Less pretend students.

They Grow Up So Quick

It was only five months ago when we picked up Moon Unit 3:

And now look at him!

My little munchkin weighs ten and a half pounds at seven months old and he isn't even done growing yet!  I should've knownby the size of his paws that he was going to be a big kitty.  He's already taller than Pinky and Six!

Something To Settle My Nerves

So, I've neglected to inform all you Pointe readers out there that I applied for a new job within the BOYD.  The position available is that of a forensic technician.  Basically it's what I really, really, really want to do for a living and is just a few steps away from being a forensic pathologist, with the exception of a Ph.D and the income, but whatever.

I'm ridiculously nervous and stressed over my looming interview date which is this Friday.  I've been rearranging what I'm going to be wearing to the interview in my head more times than I care to admit. 

So everyone, wish me luck.  If I get the position I'll be the happiest woman in Phoenix and I'll proudly get to proclaim to people that my job requires me to do autopsies when they ask me what I do for a living.  How cool is that?

Way Down South

The Hubby and I decided that it was time to get out of Phoenix for just a day and venture on down to our sister city of Tucson.  Unfortunately Rednose was unable to join us due to a date with the washer and dryer.

We drove way out east once we reached Tucson and took in some of the beautiful desert sights:

Here's me taking it all in (note it was very windy):

Besides the wonderful desert scenery we also enjoyed driving around town (no pictures) and enjoyed some really good steak at Daisy Mae's!

Fragile Ecosystem

And this is why I love where I work:

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Driving Me Bananas!

A few weeks ago I started noticing a minor discomfort in the middle of my chest.  It wasn't like a sharp pain or anything, more of a warm tingling sensation.

Not one to break precedence I decided to ignore it.  In fact, I ignored for about four days until finally I thought to myself "Hmmm... this discomfort is still lingering.  I should probably get this checked out."

The very same day I decided to go to the doctor I took my warm-tingly self down to urgent care where I patiently waited for about 20 minutes.

Once inside my little room I waited for the doctor for about five minutes before he appeared which was plenty of time for me to snoop through all the drawers.

After being questioned about family health (not much there), heart health (never had a problem) and overall health (again not much of a problem unless you count PCOS) I informed the doctor that I had taken my temperature for a couple of days and that it had been normal, that I had also looked out for any signs of a possible heart attack even though I am a bit young (it's not impossible) and that I noticed the tingling sensation would happen at any time of the day whether I was lying down, standing, running on a treadmill or vegging out in front of my TV.

With this information the doctor proceeded to press and squeeze my chest from every possible angle as well as listen to my chest and lungs and monitor my oxygen level.  According to the doctor everything seemed fine.  Blood pressure was normal, oxygen normal, everything normal.

He then proceeded to ask me about my eating habits and asked if anything had really changed.  I started telling him how I don't eat a lot of meat, I generally stay away from fast food places and that my diet had basically been the same for awhile except for my increase in banana consumption because I love them so.

And that's when it hit me.  Since I was a little kid I could never eat a banana by itself or else I would get this amazing sensation of my chest being on fire (i.e. heartburn).  I learned to circumvent this discomfort by eating something along with the banana and my stomach would then be fine.  I relayed this tidbit of information to the doctor and he asked "How many bananas have you consumed since you noticed the discomfort?"  To my reluctance I answered that I had eaten at least one banana everyday for about two weeks.  At this point the doctor looked at me with what can only be described as a look of "How did she even make it out of bed today?".

Not one to disappoint people in their assumptions about me I then asked "Do you think it was the bananas?"

"Have you ever eaten that many bananas before consecutively?" he replied with zero compassion or care.

"No because of the heartburn they cause me..." I completely trailed off realizing my sheer dumbassery.

Without a hint of, oh I don't know, a sense of humor over the whole situation my doctor informed me to not eat any bananas for at least a month and to get myself some Prilosec OTC to take care of the damage I've caused myself.  Exact words.

"Will I ever be able to eat bananas again?" I asked with true concern.

"After a month has passed eat only one banana a week if you must.  Don't push your luck." he replied.  And with that he bid me a good day.

So there you have it.  I had dreams of dying and my cats eating my body all because I had no self-control with bananas.

Sigh... I'll never show my face in that urgent care again.

Marked For Life

Yet another tattoo to add to my collection (I had seven).

This tattoo is taken from a card that my mother gave a few years ago and done in her handwriting.

Now if something ever happened to the card I'll always have the sentiment with me.

Seattle And Portland Was A Riot: Part 5

Granted this is ridiculously old, but I must share regardless.

The rest of my vacation pics!  Yeah!

Our last day in Washington was spent traveling out to Snoqualmie in our intrepid Chevy Maulibu:

Snoqualmie Falls was simply gorgeous:

Very cold, but gorgeous:

Psssst....

I have a purse problem and/or addiction. 

Or as I like to call it, an admiration for items that carry a lot of my other items that I might otherwise have to leave at home and do without.

I recently bought a very cute dress from Target where apparently brown is the only accessory color I can match with the dress.  Not a problem shoe wise as my closet contains a full rainbow spectrum of color when it comes to shoes.  Unfortunately it is a big problem purse wise.

Did you know that I do not own a single brown purse?  I know.  Hard to believe.  Well, what more of an excuse do I need than that to go purse shopping?  And not just any purse shopping, but my all time favorite brand purse shopping.  Kathy van Zeeland.  Sigh...  I already own two of her purses and have turned down owning countless others lest I become the old lady who lived in her purses as I would be out on the street thanks to the debt I would incur.

So, through the godsend that is eBay I found my perfect Kathy purse and it only cost me $14 even though the bid ended at $31 plus shipping.  How is this possible you ask?  Well, it works like this.  Apparently I had about $31 left in my Paypal account from items that I sold last Christmas which is like the equivalent of finding $20 in a pair of pants right before tossing them in the wash.

Behold my purse:

Well, because of my wonderful fortune I now feel compelled to buy another more expensive Kathy purse.  Of course I really like it and of course I really don't need it, but considering the brown purse was such a steal... well.... it's kind of hard to turn down another purse.