In which I am insufferably cheerful.
My thoughts on The Avengers can be summed up in three words: SHIT YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER. I haven't had that much fun at the movies in a long time.
The 8:15 movie was actually sold out, so dad and I bought tickets for the next showing and went to get cat food at Petsmart to kill time. the cashier on duty was also the store's dog trainer, and she had her catahoula leopard dog with her. His name was Ben and he was one of the sweetest dogs ever, and so well trained! Guess he'd pretty much have to be, though. He leaned up against me when I petted him, and then laid down on my feet and rolled over so I could rub his belly. ♥ Needless to say, my dogs were pretty jealous when I got home and they smelled him on me. Also, his owner was really nice, too.
I came home from grocery shopping earlier today (well, yesterday, technically) with three of the five My Little Pony blindbags that were left. One of them contained Crystal Pinkie Pie, one was regular Pinkie Pie and the third was Applejack. They're pretty cute. ♥ I also got a new outfit for Clawdeen, since I already had one of each of the actual dolls they had in stock. Wish I'd picked up that Operetta when I had the chance, 'cause I haven't seen a one of her since. Also, I cannot wait for the new MH dolls to hit stores. I mean, steampunk robot? Gargoyle? Hell yes.
On a more serious note, I am very happy about the whole LJ/Planned Parenthood thing. It's nice to see them taking a stand for women's health.
Speaking of women's health, I had my appointment with my new gyno on Thursday. Well, her nurse practitioner to be exact. I like her pretty well already (but then, I'm predisposed to like nurse practitioners) 'cause she actually listened when I told her about my issues. She ordered some fasting bloodwork, which I'll be getting done on Monday, and said that she thinks I've got polycystic ovarian syndrome. Oh, goody. Still, maybe this will be the excuse I need to finally get the hysterectomy I've wanted since I was 16. Hey, a girl can dream, right?
The 8:15 movie was actually sold out, so dad and I bought tickets for the next showing and went to get cat food at Petsmart to kill time. the cashier on duty was also the store's dog trainer, and she had her catahoula leopard dog with her. His name was Ben and he was one of the sweetest dogs ever, and so well trained! Guess he'd pretty much have to be, though. He leaned up against me when I petted him, and then laid down on my feet and rolled over so I could rub his belly. ♥ Needless to say, my dogs were pretty jealous when I got home and they smelled him on me. Also, his owner was really nice, too.
I came home from grocery shopping earlier today (well, yesterday, technically) with three of the five My Little Pony blindbags that were left. One of them contained Crystal Pinkie Pie, one was regular Pinkie Pie and the third was Applejack. They're pretty cute. ♥ I also got a new outfit for Clawdeen, since I already had one of each of the actual dolls they had in stock. Wish I'd picked up that Operetta when I had the chance, 'cause I haven't seen a one of her since. Also, I cannot wait for the new MH dolls to hit stores. I mean, steampunk robot? Gargoyle? Hell yes.
On a more serious note, I am very happy about the whole LJ/Planned Parenthood thing. It's nice to see them taking a stand for women's health.
Speaking of women's health, I had my appointment with my new gyno on Thursday. Well, her nurse practitioner to be exact. I like her pretty well already (but then, I'm predisposed to like nurse practitioners) 'cause she actually listened when I told her about my issues. She ordered some fasting bloodwork, which I'll be getting done on Monday, and said that she thinks I've got polycystic ovarian syndrome. Oh, goody. Still, maybe this will be the excuse I need to finally get the hysterectomy I've wanted since I was 16. Hey, a girl can dream, right?