Ever since Stoo got in that car accident on the 401 I have been thinking more (or less) of my mortality (that and the ever looming arrival date of my 29th birthday). I sat down and started to think what I could ask my parents for my birthday, simply because I can't ask friends to give me gifts as it's never a requirement on their part. One of the items on that list was a juicer.

I used to own a juicer back in the old apartment on Queen. It was a heavy, bulky mess that would get in the way often and I would hardly use it. The best time I used that juicer was during my three month detox diet where I couldn't eat red meat, refined sugars, coffee (ahhhh!), wheat products and so on. It was a surprisingly helpful diet where I noticed that I had more energy and I lost 30 pounds in three weeks (possibly because my mother told me I was eating more that Kate Moss, but that was when my max weight was 160- 130 is my normal healthy weight). The whole thing would have been a huge success if I quit smoking as well- but back then I was a different person.

So having kicked the smoking habit (well- technically I steal the occasional smoke when drunk or tepidly angry or nervous… but that's like 3 smokes a week and better than what I was doing before) I decided I would try to get myself back in order to where I was five years ago but without going crazy-BS over that diet I was on before as losing that much weight would cause another bout of gossip at my day job (and I'm not well understood or liked there as many would assume).

With that said, I bought a new juicer that is a lot more awesome than the old one. Namely because its compact in size and it only cost me $5 at the reuse center.

I could have had my parents buy me the $80 PC juicer… but the Scottish in me said "$5???? Ack! What a deal!"

So now I juice apples and oranges together while I sneak in an odd veggie here and there as Stoo refuses to eat them- don't ask me why but this is one way I can fool him into getting a regular diet. I don't know why chugging down a gross drink of frothy orange-ness is better than biting into an onion… wait… the visual just did me in… alright… scrap that.

So because I bought this $5 juicer (AND IT WORKS) I have no bloody idea what to ask my parents to get me for my birthday. As I wrote before, and you read right, it is a requirement for my parents to get me a gift for my birthday and even when I try to refuse this they go ahead and get me something I would have liked when I was 15 with a speech along the lines of "WELL ANNALEA- IF YOU DON'T SAY WHAT YOU WANT I CHOOSE FOR YOU" and so on. That's my mother for you and somehow I think I have inherited a lot of the habits and mannerisms I fought to suppress growing up.

Here is a list of the possible things I would like for my 29^th before I get too old to enjoy anything (because I'm half Scot and half Ukie and that's the way it goes)

• Giant Mr. Saturn Plushy (because I am a nerd)
  
• A ugly looking beefy lappy to huck at boys
  
• Nintendo DSi (I don't care if I have a DS already!! To the max!!!)
  
• Wood canvas blocks with tubes of nice white and black GOLDEN acrylics
  
• Shoes that actually fit and will not make me look like a clown or a queen.
  

The best gift my friends can get me is to come to my party and not start any fights. I doubt my parents will read this as computers scare them- but I know my brother reads this crap so he can print off the list and hand it to them (though its next to impossible to get me the shoes or the plushy).