I finally replaced my old Oakley sunglasses

Remember when Patrick took me to Cannon Beach, Oregon and my beloved sunglasses broke? Well, Oakley doesn't make those sunglasses anymore, which is a real pity. They'd lasted me for ten long, glorious years before mysteriously giving up the ghost.

I hemmed and hawed about getting new ones, and kept putting it off because, hey, it was winter in Seattle. Not exactly sunglasses weather. But then last weekend happened, and holy sunny, Batman! I caved and bought myself some replacement ones. I'd gotten a cheap pair at the beach just to deal with the light on the water, but those are never anywhere near as comfortable and nice-looking as decently made sunglasses, not to mention they feel like even opening the earpieces out will make them break.

These are the ones I got:

Titanium frame and polarized lenses. No Muir snowfield blindness for this girl!

I'm fully expecting to never have to buy another pair of sunglasses again. If plastic frames will last me ten years, titanium ones ought to last longer than I will. And you can get replacement lenses, if they should get scratched. I take really good care of my stuff, though, and my other ones didn't have a single scratch on the lenses (contributing a few kinks to the strange plot twist of how on earth they could've broken the way they did... I suspect gremlins are behind it).

They're actually listed as men's sunglasses, but big deal. The women's line lately is full of these awful gigantic glasses that make you look like some sort of alien insect. No thank you. I'll take these any day. I love them so much that I've actually been wearing contacts to work so I can wear my sunglasses while driving. Usually I hate wearing contacts because my eyes are naturally fairly dry and they can be uncomfortable, but these are worth it.

I'll put up a picture of myself wearing them when I feel up to it. Physical therapy today made me a little achey, and I have it periodically for the next three weeks. Keep your fingers crossed that it fixes all my issues... The other night I was standing in the kitchen with Patrick and turned my head rapidly to the left for some reason. There was a huge crack from my neck that almost echoed around the kitchen (it was loud), and then I felt a little better (once I ascertained that I hadn't just turned myself into a quadriplegic).

Hopefully I am on the mend.

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Blog made out of raspberry wallpaper

That's kind of what this new theme reminds me of. I was going to go with something wintery since we're rapidly approaching that state of affairs here in the Pacific Northwest, but then I tried an icy background picture and realized that it made me feel cold. I hate feeling cold! So I putzed around some more and came up with this one. It's a bit like the screen is covered in raspberry jam, but at least it makes me feel warm. Opinions?

This morning, all of Shoreline and what looked like most of Seattle was covered in very thick fog. It made for an exciting drive to work! I couldn't even see to the end of my street when I pulled out of my parking spot in front of my house. Visibility was maybe 20-25 yards. It got better a little further south, which I guess isn't surprising. From what I've heard, we live in something called a convergence zone, and we get a lot of weird weather, including weather that is more severe than the surrounding neighborhoods, because of how the air currents mix (or something like that, my understanding is a bit vague). I call such mornings Silent Hill mornings, to the surprise of absolutely no one who reads this blog.

One more day of work, yo! Patrick and I only have Friday to go, and then we are off for a glorious nine days' vacation. We aren't going anywhere, other than down to my sister's house for Thanksgiving. We're just going to relax and chill out, sleep in a lot, and unwind from the stresses of the past few months. Sometimes you just need a staycation, you know?

We may try to work on some sort of Christmas song while we have time off, if we aren't too busy being lazy and eating. I do love classic Christmas carols, by which I mean O Holy Night and It Came Upon the Midnight Clear, not Santa Baby and Baby, It's Cold Outside (which is totally about date rape, look up the words if you don't believe me). Santa Baby makes me gag inside every time I hear it. I think part of the problem is the deliberately fake, grating, semi-little kid voice the singer always seems to adopt, no matter who is performing it. WHY they do this, I don't know. Anyway, Santa Baby, I hate you. There, I said it.

I will miss Patrick tonight. He's off for another rehearsal in Tacoma, and probably won't be home until late. Sigh. I love that he does it, but I sure miss my man when he's gone. I will, however, have a wonderful opportunity to get chores done... Hooray. Hopefully the house will be freshly vacuumed and swept for him when he comes home, assuming I don't fall asleep before I get it all done. I had a horrid time trying to fall asleep last night, and I was so tired this morning when we had to get up for work. I'm tired enough still that I shouldn't have any problem drifting off tonight.

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