In the jungle

Thursday, February 15, 2007
i am appreciated!!! really i am!!!

 

 

well. poo! hahaha!! its ok, i just like saying, well, poo! every now

and then!

good news!! wooden pews!! cat mews!! good news!!!

are cats tickle-ish?

all right, i'll stop stalling!! doyle called yesterday, and had asked

me if i went to the meeting, and i said, yes, of course i did, and he

asked me how it was and i let him have it, and i told him all the junk

bip said, and how he repeated himself, and that how he was subtly

trying to say that if people dont do they job, they can be replaced.

so, then i asked him if i was doing my job properly, and he said yes.

also, i told him that bip said that if we need a "break" that we can

designate another tenant as a "helper" and give them a key and take off

for a few hours. i told doyle rather strongly that that is never gonna

happen here, no one is gonna get a key, and thats that!!

a lil while later, i was sitting at the table, staring out the window

when doyle appeared, and he handed me an enveloupe and said it was from

mary jane. mary jane is the VP of Operations, and she wrote a note on

it:

    Arthur ~
    Just a small Thank You to say you are doing a great job. We

appreciate your efforts.~~ mary jane & doyle

There was $10 bux in the enveloupe!! wheeeeeeeeee!! also, he told me

not to worry about bip, he cannot fire me, and friday, there will be a

special meeting called, sans bip. so maybe me thinks that this idiot is

finally doomed!!!!

 

man, that made me feel like everything i do here really is worthwhile!!

big smiles and giddy feelings!!! i called mary jane to thank her for

the compliment, and also asked her to consider me for a managers

position the next time one comes up and she assured me that she

certainly would!! doyle also said that I am probaly that ONLY asst.

that ACTUALLY DOES the job!!! wheeeeeeeee!!! being recognised like that

makes me feel just swell!!! thats why i was inna foul mood yesterday,

because of the shit that bip had spewed the day before. im all better

now!!

i got one of the funniest emails i have gotten inna long while from my

pal up in my home country, Canada, Kat!! wheeeee!!!

Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:

8:00am Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40am walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00pm Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00pm Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00pm Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00pm Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00pm Wow! Watched TV with my master! My favorite thing!
11:00pm Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a cat's diary:

Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre

dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other

inmates and myself are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I

nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The

only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.. In an attempt to

disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their

feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it

clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made

condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The

audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was

placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,

I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my

confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this

means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my

tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try

this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released --and

seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded! The

bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the

guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. The

captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,

so he is safe....... for now

i swear, i laughed so hard for 10 minutes, i skeered poor lil

zipper!!!! tears of hilarity streamed down my face!!! i turned beet

red!!! wooooooo!!!!!

welp, i havta work tonight, just 8 hours for sammy the samoan, from 4

pm to midnite, and sammy will gimme a ride home. then work saturday 8

to 4, and monday for doyle 8 to 4.

and now, i say adieu to you!!! its high time for this!!!

 

 

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shear-madnez hat gesagt...

    I'm so glad they recognized you for a job well done.

Congratulations!

    2/15/2007 5:24 AM
MNLady hat gesagt...

    It's really nice to be appreciated, especially when you don't

expect it. Good job, Art!!!

    2/15/2007 5:54 AM
Lena hat gesagt...

    See - we all knew you were doing a good job. But it's important to

be recognized by the supervisors. I LOVED the email from your friend.

It was hilarious.

    2/15/2007 7:44 AM
Poolie hat gesagt...

    Good job, Art! WTG!

    2/15/2007 8:17 AM
boxx hat gesagt...

    The dog & cat diaries were HILARIOUS! hehehe. I rec'd a birthday

package in the mail yesterday. WheeeEE! You really shouldn't have, but

I'm so glad you did.I WAS TOTALLY SHOCKED when I saw what you had sent

me. (squeal) I'll be listening to those CD's in my new CD player in the

car. Art, you are too kind to me. (((hugs))) and the gift card, too.

YOU SPOIL ME! Congratulations on being appreciated at work. (sigh) MORE

employers need to say a little THANKS a little more often. You agree?

THANKS or doing my POGO bowl badge, too. You are the BESTEST.

    2/15/2007 9:18 AM
bluesleepy hat gesagt...

    HAHAHAHAHA! That email almost made me fall off my chair! It's so

true!!! ;o)

    I am SO GLAD they realize what a great job you are doing around

there! I think you're the only asst manager who takes his job

seriously. It's AWESOME that your supervisors realize it!

    2/15/2007 10:29 AM
Amanda hat gesagt...

    That is so great! I'm happy that you are getting the recongintion

that you deserve!! You are a hard worker, I really hope it pays off

real soon!! That cat thing was absolutely halirious!! I mean it was

freaking great, I was laughing so loud Kailee wanted me to read to her

what was so funny, and the she even laughed!!! Especially about the

bird part!! That was great, thanks for sharing!! :P

    2/15/2007 11:42 AM
radiogurl hat gesagt...

    I'm so glad to hear someone took the time to let you KNOW they know

you're doing a good job. It's one thing when someone you talk to every

day says so - like Doyle. It's another when someone else takes the time

to recognize you. That's pretty damned cool :D

    2/15/2007 2:02 PM

 

It's Time To ROCK

02.15.07 - 1:59 p.m.
The Hotness of Henner

I feel like I've been talking about game shows a lot in this space

lately, but I have two more things to say on the subject.

1. I was watching Super Password the other day, and the first three

clues in the password puzzle were: Hairy, Palm, and Attraction. I mean,

people, what kind of world are we living in where SMUT like this passes

for entertainment? The puzzle was, of course, "Masturbation Rules."

Psych, it was "King Kong." The point is that I was outraged, and I have

sent a personalized postcard, written in red Crayola, to every third

person in the House of Representatives. We must purify our game shows

or they will corrupt our precious bodily fluids.

2. I know that Hollywood Squares routinely has a pretty sad collection

of "stars" throwing out answers on the show, but the other night I saw

what was quite possibly the biggest collection of degenerate slobs ever

assembled (this side of a Ted Nugent concert, that is). The squares

featured: Yakov Smirnov, the Big Show, Sally Struthers, Billy Blanks

(that intensely creepy and creepily intense Hollywood Tae Bo dude),

Justin Guarini (star of From Justin to Kelly) (like you didn't already

know that), and the mom from That 70's Show (I feel bad including here

her, but she brought NOTHING to the table). That's a lineup that rivals

that of the 1962 Mets in terms of putrescence. Seriously, if that's not

the worst lineup in the history of the show, I'd like to know what is.

Actually, I wouldn't like to know, because it probably involves Tom

Arnold, and I just couldn't deal with that. Ultimately, while this

lineup made me feel bad for myself as a viewer, it made me particularly

feel bad for Martin Mull and Hal Sparks, who had to try to carry the

load for the rest of those bums. At least Marilu Henner was there to

hot things up in an old lady kind of way. That's all I'm really trying

to say with this blog entry--Marilu Henner is a hot old lady. THE END.

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2007-02-15 @ 3:25 p.m.
evil snow - - must die

Okay. Its official. Winter can end anytime it wants to now.

I usually feel this way anyways in February since usually by this time,

we've been ensconced in snow, frigid temperatures and gray skies for

almost 3 months by now. I'm an outdoor girl, ya see. I walk. I need to

be outside. Not only for my physical well being but also for my mental

health. It gives me time to think and clear things out.

Because being stuck in my apartment like yesterday while the skies were

spewing 20 inches of snow in less than 24 hours was not fun. Watching

your car get buried up to nearly the hood was not fun. Getting woken up

at 1:45 a.m. AGAIN (!!!!!) by Psycho Snow Shovel Boy was not fun. Why

must he shovel in the middle of the night? Why? I had actually fallen

asleep on the couch....from exhaustion, because he had woken me up at 6

a.m. that morning....shoveling and banging my door with all his angry

might. I just almost can't remember, at this point, what I did that was

so heinous to evoke such anger almost nine months later.

The snow had actually started Tuesday night after my board meeting. I

was terrified when I came out the door and it was blizzard conditions.

I'm scared to drive in the snow and I live in the one of the snowiest

cities in the country. Good planning, aye? I don't mind driving in snow

if there is absolutely nobody else on the road. But as soon as I see

headlights coming up fast behind me, I get all freaked out, thinking my

car is going to start fishtailing and I'm going to slam into them.

I did have one accident in my youth, non-snow, where somebody shot out

of a driveway during an intense rainstorm, and I slammed on my brakes,

spun around 2 1/2 revolutions, ended up facing the opposite direction,

smashing head-on into a rock outcropping on the side of the road. My

car was totaled, but I didn't have a scratch amazingly. So I've always

been more scared of "the other guy" then of myself in terms of driving.

But hibernation is not good for the soul. My art class was canceled

because of the Nor'ester last night. As was everything else around here

was. "L" the hippy chick called to confirm this with me and I was so

happy just to be able to talk to someone, since I am truly starting to

feel like a shut-in. I did see "A" Tuesday morning. He's heading out to

Florida momentarily. Not sure whether the weather affected his

departure, but like all of us Northerners, I could tell he was

definitely ready to exit, stage right and feel the warm gentle lapping

of the Atlantic Ocean on his toes.

Me too! Me too!

Note to self: Shrink does not want to take you on his vacation to

Florida witty, even though it would be better for your mental health

than all the medications you've taken in the last 10 years...and geeze,

I didn't mean WITH HIM, I just meant he could drop me off with an ice

chest of Diet Coke under a palm tree by the ocean and let me watch guys

walk by in their Speedos. That's all.

Also originally I had an appointment with my case manager today. I had

been worrying all morning about my mode of transportation downtown. The

roads are still in bad shape and we were expecting yet more snow this

afternoon. Or would I go stand on the corner in -20 wind chill weather

and wait for the bus. I had sort of decided to do a combination of

both. I was going to dig my car out of its huge snow-drift garage.

Drive it down to our little mall a half a mile away and then wait

inside the store for the bus to come, that way I could stay warm, get

my car out of the snow drift and also get a groceries when I got back

(okay, I really just needed a chocolate fix, ya happy??). And then she

called and canceled my appointment because of the flu.

But I was determined to dig my car out anyways, because it was in a

particularly bad spot because I parked next to the street, so one side

of my car had all the plowed snow from the street piled up over the

roof. On the other side it was merely up to the door handles. And since

this apartment complex is shit for plowing (Snow Removal Boy doesn't

"do" the parking lot and PLEASE don't suggest it because then he'd be

out there at 4 a.m. shoveling or cutting down trees or loitering near

my car or whatever the hell it is that he does outside all night and I

would never sleep).

So I had to tromp down through the snow which was pretty much up to my

hips with a broom. It was lightweight snow, but when its all

compressed, its not that light. Plus it was really hard opening the car

doors. And even harder knocking 20" of snow off the roof of your car,

when you're only 5'4". I actuallymanaged to work up a sweat even though

it was only about 6 degrees out.

I really, really didn't think I would be able to back my car out of the

snow drift though. I mean really. I couldn't even make a dent in the

side of the car where the snow was up to the roof, so I just left it.

But I had remembered yesterday morning when some dork had gotten stuck

in the snow right under my bedroom window and had just repeatedly spun

his wheels for like 15 minutes straight while his girlfriend was out in

back of the car, yelling directions to him. This was about 6:30 a.m.

and I thinking first....what an idiot, you're flooring your gas pedal

and your girlfriend is standing directly BEHIND your car. Isn't that a

little dangerous? Like what if you do suddenly succeed in pulling out

over a patch of asphalt...won't you run over your girlfriend? And then

second....didn't you just burn like about 100,000 miles worth of rubber

off on your tire, by spinning them for 15 minutes in huge blue plumes

of NASCAR smoke? Why don't you just go get a broom and maybe sweep some

of the offending snow out from under your car or even pour some kitty

litter down for traction, rather than keeping witty from her beauty

sleep with your incessant tire spinning?

So I got in my car, turned on the ignition, warmed it up for a moment

and then put it in reverse and fwoooop! It just popped right out of its

snow drift garage like poop out of a goose. I was shocked it came out

so easily. (The beginning of my Next Seven Years of Good Luck, Hiss?).

I had hoped when I went to the store, that the snow plow guy would get

his ass in gear and our parking lot would be all flattened out when I

got back, but unfortunately, there are still 20" high piles of snow all

over the parking lot and huge snow drifts around cars that haven't been

moved.

Like I said...winter can end anytime now. Although Guardcat was vaguely

amused when I putting on my long johns this morning, and I did a couple

of pelvic thrusts towards her and sang "If you want my body and you

think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know." Yeah, I need a date.

 

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Smed - 2007-02-15 15:41:50
The snow stopped but it only got up to 10 degrees today. Brrrrr! Winter

wonderland, my ass...
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Snow Lover. Shovel Hater. - 2007-02-15 16:27:28
Why don't you have a chat with the local police station and ask them to

have a talk with Psycho Snow Shovel Boy. I'm sure they will. And

besides, maybe the officer they send is cute and wants a cup of tea.
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Pam - 2007-02-16 05:38:40
I'm with you. I had vacation days Monday and Tuesday, we were closed on

Wednesday because of a snow/ice storm, and then yesterday I went to try

to get to work and realize my shitty hill was still a sheet of ice

halfway down, so I worked from home. Winter bites. Bring on spring.

 

 

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Thank You, Bitchypoo!

Friday, Feb. 16, 2007 - 5:52 a.m.

My sweetie-darling husband is back at work and feeling much better

after wrestling with a nasty head cold.

John worked yesterday, and is going to work today, then he gets three

days off due to Presidents' Day being on Monday.

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I couldn't stand the Friday Five 2.0 set of questions that were

lingering there from February 9th, so I went over to Bitchypoo and

harvested an old original Friday Five set from July 12, 2002:

Friday Five. The First. The Best.

    Where are you right now?

    Living room, San Francisco. Watching the Star Trek episode "Miri"

on TvLand.

    What have you lost recently?

    I can't find either of my camera tripods. I need them if I'm going

to take a good picture of ANYTHING without a flash. Sigh. And if I go

out and try and find a new one? The old ones will magically reappear in

this dimension from wherever they've been hiding.

    What was the first CD you ever purchased?

    Don't recall. Among the earliest is "Hats" by The Blue Nile.

    What is your favorite kind of writing pen?

    I'm fond of UniBall anything.

    What is your favorite ice cream flavor?

    Ben & Jerry's Coffee Heath Bar Crunch. It is never wrong. It is my

default ice cream setting.

Link is above, to Bitchypoo, then to the link that says 'All Archives'.

Try the years 2002 - 2003.

Sometimes she does FF on Saturdays or the following Monday, so be sure

and give her work a thorough gleaning.

It's all pretty much wonderful, actually.

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Oh, almost forgot. Two pictures to share with you this time around.

There was actual fog on one of the last nights of my most recent visit

to Anaheim, and the amber street lights made it look beautifully

surreal:

And Dave went to Disneyland yesterday and emailed me a picture from the

Buzz Lightyear Astro Blast Headquarters:

I don't know how he did it, but for obvious reasons, I had to share

with the class. I mean look at that score!

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Three Years Ago, I went on the Atkins diet.

It worked for exactly as long as I remained committed to it.

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2007-02-16 - 3:35 AM

i can not seem to get warm this morning..working here at the computer

and finishing up my taxes. making lists and phone calls. paying bills.

Yoshi keeps wanting me to let him in and out.. he has been eating snow.

now hes finally asleep on the wood floor near my feet. i need to go

find my moccasins.. there that's better... i put on some decaf coffee

too. i will see how that settles on this temperamental tummy of mine.

maybe it will warm me up some.

i began this early this morning and saved it till now...i have spent

several hours lost in painting since then. it was wonderful lost in my

own work..i have the background very much like i want it now and the

hair is right too.. all that seems left is to add more paint to the

image and increase the shadows there. do something about the left arm

extension and that will be it .. i think. i wonder about putting a lyre

there in that arm.. but it was not in the dream, so i will ponder that

a while..

some other thoughts this day............

i have focused very hard for many years on healing my inner soul and i

feel i have found myself again.. found that healing i sought so hard to

gain. when i look in my eyes i see my own soul again... she is happy

and content living pure like she did when she was young.. that feels

very good.
i feel very whole these days... though not without my days of some

depression or anxiety.. but those feel like normal off days... not like

before.

i don't recognize this body i am inside.
when i look in the mirror the face that is there is lost in the weight

i carry... my eyes hidden in dark rings and my cheeks swollen. my

daughter never has known me anyway but this.
i have a longing for that body i had before waterdragon.. before

firedragon..oh, not a young firm body.. not thin.. i have never been

thin, but just to see my face as i see it in my visions..the longing is

not to please anyone, any man.. but for me. finally my body is my own.

there is no one telling me how i shall look and that pleases me very

much. i can be what i want.

it will be very difficult given my adrenal adenoma and my diabetes. but

i am determined to find my old self in my body too. to gain back lost

energy and let out that girl that loves to hike in the woods. i have my

diabetes under good control and i no longer have to take meal time

insulin. just the pills and one nighttime shot. though now i have to

watch carefully that my sugar doesn't drop too low. it will make what i

plan to do much harder, but i am certain i can find a happy place in my

body too. i think i will feel better and maybe heal this body too.

nothing i can do about the adrenal issue but just deal with it. it's

not life threatening and without the huge stresses in my life
those pains have not been with me in so long i have almost forgotten

how much pain i did live in.

past relationships were a terrible stress on me. i think maybe i would

have died if waterdragon had not...there was a time i look back on that

i know i was emotionally dead.
relationships why do they have to drain us so... why can't it be

something that lifts us up and gives hope and healing.
forgiveness and comfort

 

 

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6:05 pm

        I was majorly tired this morning, but somehow got over it,

which is always nice. I had had a lot of trouble falling asleep last

night, and somehow was moving slowly this morning, despite the fact

that I allowed myself enough time to leave earlier because of the drive

on the icy streets. Even so, I didn't have time to go to Dunkin' Donuts

and brought coffee from home in my thermos. You know, it was okay. Will

wonders never cease?

        But my eyes were very bad this morning, which makes me feel

more sleepy, and then they eased up around ... 9:00? 10:00? I don't

know, but the day got better and very, very busy later, which was

excellent. The big library news of the day is that we got our

photocopier, finally, and the two guys who came to install it were very

funny, like a comedy act, but also very nice and taught us how to make

it do all its tricks. (It's a very basic machine, but it sorts, it

duplexes, it staples, all kinds of stuff. The coolest thing it does is

this: if I have a form or something that I often need copies of -- like

the daily attendance sheet -- I can scan it into the copier's memory,

and when I need more, just call it up and print it out without having a

hard copy of it on the glass. Cool, eh?) As the guys were finishing the

installation, there was already a line of kids waiting to use it.

        We have three days off next week, Monday through Wednesday, for

Presidents' Day and then what's left of what used to be our winter

break, a week off. I think having three days off is great. But days off

are never enough for the SCM; if they give us three, he must take one

more, and so he is out tomorrow so he can begin the trek to his other

home in Vermont. I'm sorry. I know the days are his and he can use them

however he wants. But it's obnoxious to always take off the day before

a school vacation. He hasn't missed a one since they bought that other

house.

        I got a call from the audiologist's office before and my new

babies may be delayed, which makes me very sad. :( Especially since I

already have plans for the afternoon of the morning I was taking off to

get them! So now, everything is up in the air.

        I agree with Yvonne, 10:00 is too late for Lost! Not that I

didn't watch Idol at 9:00, but if I had to choose between them, I'd

choose Lost without question. I haven't watched Idol for the last two

seasons because it was on against other things I liked more. But I have

to think about Lost, and it's hard to do when you're old and sleepy.

Idol is just eye candy, so to speak; you can still enjoy it without

really watching it or paying attention.

        No stuff falling from the sky today, but cold cold cold. I had

no inspiration to do anything at all after school, but I had to go pay

for the car that was serviced on Monday, mail some mail (too late to

mail it this morning), and get some stuff at the supermarket. And now,

my microwave dinner is ready, and tomorrow's lunch is sitting in the

fridge just waiting to be picked up, and hopefully I'll have the brains

to take out tomorrow's clothes tonight. Looking forward to a better

morning tomorrow (although the rest of today was okay.)

        'Night.

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We watched Idol also, but boy, was I ready for bed by 10:01. Sigh. It's

just Survivor for us tonight and that's at 8:00. Could be a lovely 9:00

PM bedtime for me!

 

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2007-02-15 ... 3:45 p.m.

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Blue toes and hunger

Well, let's see.. what did I do today?

I woke up about 6. I was tired of lying down, so I figured I could play

some Pogo. When I got to the computer, Kid was trying to print

something, but it wasn't working. I suggested she let me sit down, and

then check the connections. Sure enough, that worked. Phew!

I had her toast me a bagel, of which I could only eat half. Don't know

why, but I just am not hungry lately. Maybe it's the vicodin, maybe

it's the fact that I just can't seem to get enough sleep.

I just couldn't play Pogo. I guess maybe I couldn't focus, even though

my last Vicodin was at 1:30 AM. I only took it because I couldn't get

comfortable, and it seems to have lasted all day. I am taking ONE. I

can take 2 at a time if I need them, but that would put me out for 2

days. Seriously, I don't know how anyone can function (much less play

football, Brett Favre) when they are taking this drug.

I managed to doze a little, but I neglected to put on my robe and I was

freezing. I went back to bed about 8 and slept until 10. This would be

great if I wasn't hauling a 20 pound partial cast around.

When I got back up, I sat at the puter desk again. I managed to get my

Perfect Pair Pogo badge, but that was about all I could handle. I went

back to bed about noon, turned on my dvd of last season's Desperate

Housewives, and promptly fell asleep until about 3:30. It was a very

nice nap. I've figured out how to position my leg so I can sleep on my

side instead of my back. I feel too helpless that way, like a turtle.

Heh.

Man had off today, so he was changing my ice bag, and helping lift my

leg up onto pillows. He's a bit rough, but I'll get him trained. I have

Dude's friends helping, too.. I just call the house phone with my cell

phone, and tell them what I want. Isn't that great?? lol

I keep wiggling my toes, and moving my leg around in the cast as much

as I can. The doc told me that will help keep the swelling down, along

with ice and elevation. I am doing exactly what he tells me, because I

don't want this to last longer than it has to. It will likely be 8

weeks before I can stand without any kind of brace, and he said 6

months before I am back to normal. I don't do anything half way!

One of Dude's teachers sent an entire meal over, a casserole, salad,

brownies and something else I didn't get to see. What a doll! I

actually am getting hungry thinking about it, so that's a good thing.

And so ends another thrilling day of blue-toed Chaos (the blue is from

the soap they used in surgery). Tune in tomorrow to see if I can stay

upright for more than 2 hours at a time!!

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Smed - 2007-02-15 17:34:03
Hang in there! Make sure you get a big long stick so when it starts

itching you can scratch it. That's the worst!
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bluesleepy - 2007-02-15 18:14:26
You should have a bell!! Then you can tinkle it and everyone comes

running! ;o)
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Yvonne - 2007-02-15 19:06:52
I hope everyone will remain as helpful in the days coming. Take every

moment to rest. ~~Healing Vibes~~
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Lena - 2007-02-15 19:13:52
A flyswatter handle works wonders for those itches that need to be

scratched.
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art - 2007-02-15 20:08:23
you sure are keeping your sense of humour about you!!! remember,

weebils wobble, but they dont fall down!!! ((((HUGS))))))
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Holly - 2007-02-15 20:47:26
Hang in there. I find talcum powder helped a bit with the itching and

the sweating. Get all the rest you can, it will speed the healing

process. Sending healing vibes your way. even after I got my cast off,

it took me quite awhile to be able to walk right again.
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boxx - 2007-02-15 21:50:25
I'm hoping your family will rise up and take care of you the way you

DESERVE to be taken care of. Pre-divorce days, Dave used to tell me

that the reason WHY he never helped was because I made him feel so

unnecessary. He WANTED to feel needed. sheesh. If I had only known.

Well, enjoy it (be waited on) for as long as you possibly can. You

definitely DESERVE a break (and NOT the ankle type) hehehehe
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patti - 2007-02-15 23:08:14
Glad to hear your home and your being taken care of-it has to be so

hard trying to get rest with that heavy cast on,not to mention the

pain.Healing Hands are sent your way!
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radiogurl - 2007-02-16 00:23:29
I'm glad you're resting, even if it's in bits and pieces and aided by

Vicodin. Take it while you can get it, and STAY THERE for a while! :-p
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Pattypat - 2007-02-16 07:34:51
Wish I was closer - I'd send you dinner. The best I can do long

distance is chocolate and prayers. Sounds like you're doing everything

you can to get better (you work hard at EVERYTHING you do!) Hope you

are comfortable.
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mom-on-roof - 2007-02-16 08:29:29
Hey Nance, been thinking of you, hoping you are comfortable and in good

spirits, and that the Fam is stepping up to help out.
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All the Days Before lead to the person I am Today

February 15th 2007

4:30pm :: 2/15/07
Mood: happy

I've officially lost my mind.

I spent Valentine's day being a total nimpf. I think we had sex around

fifteen times from the time he came home from work Tuesday night to him

leaving this morning.

Oh yeah! You guys don't know yet! He took Valentine's day off for me,

and that was the best present in the world. I'm so happy in love and I

don't even know how to express how I feel in any way other than a

multitude of affection, which leads to sex, over and over again. It's

like I'm eleven again, only this time around, I actually have a living

being to be active with. And not just any living being, but one that is

perfect for me.

I must admit though, no matter how crazy I am about Corvier, there are

a couple things he said to me that have stuck with me because of their

truth.

#1 "Yeah, but I'm not Travanti - After Brianna and I split lots of

better females came along, but I didn't want any of them because they

weren't Brianna."

It's true, that sometimes I just wish I could look up into Tre's eyes

sometimes. I miss his silky dark skin, and enticing eyes, but look at

the price that all came with? I couldn't ever go back now, even if I

wanted to I don't think he could ever prove himself enough for me to

forgive the past. Not to mention, I couldn't handle a split from

Corvier at this point. Two months and five days going out and I'm

already as attached as I might have been in a year's time.

Oh, and the second one.

#2 "It shouldn't bother me, but it does, it's because you still love

him."

Again this struck me silent. I do still love him. But that little trick

of the English words: I'm not in love with him anymore. It's true,

something about me, I don't let go all the way. I cling to my memories,

and miss the good times badly now and then. But only the person I'm in

love with, namely Corvier, can come mingle their energy with me and

make me feel contented and complete.

It's strange. I've been told that you have to be a whole person to love

fully. I think that has truth to an extent, but it does not negate

having a person complete you. Mathematically speaking, say one person

is 30% complete, and another is 30%, so if the two fall in love, that

makes 60%, making both people feel more complete regardless, even if it

could be more, by comparison, each person still feels 'complete.'

So what makes a person a complete person in the first place? I think

maturity is an obvious factor. Loving one self is a less obvious

factor. And I think knowing one self, and being confident are two other

important factors to how 'complete' a person is.

I'd say that first loves never work out because both people are not

'complete' yet, and when they start to grow, they do in opposite

directions, or one might grow without the other. They both however gain

huge strides through the separation.

I'd say before Jeremy you could call me 40% complete, and you could

call him 50% complete. When he left me, I'd say I jumped up to 60% and

tried for a better start with Tre. Tre himself hadn't gone through his

first heart break yet, and we could say he's at 35%. So then throughout

my relationship with him I'm still growing, creeping, let's say up to

70%. I break up with him and he leaps up to 55%, and he's probably

growing now with his totally new life in Chicago, and with Yuki and

Daniya to influence him. So I'll give him the grace of 65%. So now I've

met Corvier at my 70%, and I'd say this is pretty damn high level of

understanding of people and relationships at this point. I find myself

able to give advice easily, and understanding what other people are

going through a lot now. But I have to remember that there must be more

to learn out there, and I might readjust myself down to 40% at 18 by

the time I'm 40, but whatever. Nothing changes how drastic the changes

since I fell in love with Jeremy have been.

Corvier, in the same scale of growth I'd say he's going on 60%. Why? I

say he doesn't have as much understanding of self as I do yet. He

hasn't been through a second relationship since his first love yet. And

he's been hiding in defense mechanisms a lot. All of that makes it

sound like it should be bumped down there further, but then again, he's

mature, and understanding, and goal oriented. And in some areas, he

knows himself rather well.

But you have to see from this logic why I wonder about Tre. He's got a

paid internship for a good architecture company, he's in college, he's

going to awesome parties of course, traveling and going to concerts,

he's engaged, has a car, has a nice apartment with his girl. I can't

help but wonder what he'd do if I were to ask for him back. I can't

help but remember all the good memories that are smushing in between

all the unpleasant ones. I can't help but miss his powerful body and

all the crazy things he could do with it, from break-dancing, to

fucking, to fighting, to sports. How can I not think about it, remember

it, cherish it? I'll never meet another person like him, and I'll never

be loved or be in love with anyone like him. Certainly not now that I

have someone like me to make me feel like I'm not alone in the world.

Gosh, the pain of being alone in the world. It's so incredible to have

that feeling lifted from me. I tried to rid myself of that feeling

through Jeremy and through Tre. I tried to not feel the pain of not

being able to make friends. I tried to ignore the pain of not being

understood. I tried to ignore how bad I felt whenever something

distinctly horrible turned me on. I tried to hide inside normal

fashion, and current vernacular, and modern sayings and actions. But

I'm just not. Every one person is unique, but there is a difference

between the person who has one thing distinctly different, or two

things, and the person who has an ongoing list of things. I've always

felt alone, and I never even realized how alone I felt.

I can share everything with Corvier. Every single damn thing. I can

tell him when I think a boy or girl is cute. I can tell him in vivid

detail my exact fantasy as it comes to mind, in all of it's graphic,

awful splendor. I can tell him when I think someone is being stupid, or

clever, and my reasoning, and he'll understand right away. We make

jokes for just the two of us, and our own vocabulary of words that only

we know what we mean by them. Like:

"We gotta find some cat's at the square this summer," He'll say.
"That's all I can think about while I buzz now, that and our fresh

blood," I'll reply.
"I just hope there's some out there down for the cause, because it

would be such a waste if their isn't."
I nod, in agreement, "I hope you don't hate me when I start to share."
"I understand, it just sucks because I'm so contented."
"You know you want to beat a fresh one in, Drusilla can't be all you

want forever."
"You might be surprised, you got that Oface."
I giggle, "It's hard to get used to that concept. But I'm sure there

are some cats like that just waiting for us."
"And if not, we might just have to make them take it."
I lick my lips, "I might like that too much."

And so forth. I'm not sure how much sense that makes to anybody, but

hopefully not too much, or at least, nothing beyond the basic. We have

a lot to add to that sort of thing still, so we can converse about

anything anywhere, but that is a very easily conceivable dialog for us

to have.

Man, it's five o'clock. The days just keep going by, and I'm not really

accomplishing anything. I'm learning more about myself still, and

always, but I've made no steps towards a job or being in college.

You know what I'm thinking I might enjoy? I'm thinking I might want to

become a shrink. Figuring out what major I want is practically half the

battle. I'm also considering graphic design, game design, or some sort

of writing major. Honestly though, I want to be realistic: what can I

really handle? What would I really be good at? What would be the most

useful?

I don't want to go to college towards a job. I don't want a job, I want

a business, and I don't really want to work for anybody in the process.

I know that's totally ridiculous, but I'm kinda hoping that Corvier and

I will start with revolving around his skill at doing tattoos. He's

already really good.

Oh! Apparently I'm going somewhere in half an hour. My dad just

informed me. Sounds like a good deal, the rest of my day is taken up

until Corvier gets off of work, then I can probably have dad pick him

up at the shop. Cool deal. I have to spend the time I got getting

dressed and such, plus I must put the laundry in before I go.

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2007-02-15 - 8:46 p.m.

Unusual Things I'd Like To Do Someday

1) Help search for a missing child. (But if it turns into one of those

Susan Smith situations, that bitch is going down with the first gun I

can wrestle away from an officer).

2) Spend a week observing mountain gorillas in Africa.

3) Spend a day scouting for gems (Hiddenite, NC)

4) Become an expert on something obscure (e.g. hieroglyphics, ancient

weaponry) and/or something that might actually come in handy in the big

scary world (martial arts, auto repair).

5) ???? - To be determined.

Speaking of #4, this morning, mom followed me over to the Mazda

dealership to drop off my car, and later we bebopped off to the nearby

Half Price Books for some browsing and purchasing of discount goodies.

I wound up buying 3 books on horse racing to add to my collection (one

was a special edition Time-Life coffee table book about the Kentucky

Derby with a padded hunter green leather cover, autographed by the

author. Originally priced at $50, I got it for a hair under $25. Not

too shabby especially since it was still in great shape!)

I also snapped up some true crime paperbacks by the guys who started

Crime Rant (who, by the way, I've corresponded with via email), and a

hardback edition of Patricia Cornwell's book about Jack the Ripper. It

was marked down to $5.98, only two dollars more than the paperback

version, so hey, why not? I don't know if you've heard about this book,

but Ms. Cornwell apparently spent several years and tons of money

researching Saucy Jack and has come to the conclusion that she's

figured out who he was, and that the case is now solved.

I've only read about 30 pages (she gives the identity of Jack away in

the first chapter), and it's interesting so far, but one thing she said

jangled me: She claims that while she had previously only been "mildly

interested" in the case, she was unaware that his victims were

prostitutes and how they were killed, until she started her research

after a visit to Scotland Yard in 2001.

Now, I'm sorry, but I find that VERY hard to believe, especially for

someone with her experience (working in a coroner's office for six

years and later becoming a bestselling crime novel author).

C'mon, don't most people know that Jack mutilated prostitutes? I mean,

that IS the gore and lore of Jack the Ripper. You might not know the

exact year, or all the specifics, but when you think of Jack the

Ripper, you think of London in the late 19th century, foggy cobblestone

streets barely illuminated by gaslights, and a monster "gentleman" in a

black cape and top hat darting in and out of shadows, leaving whores

sliced open like tuna at the fish market.

And the word "Ripper" in itself certainly brings to mind images of

bunny rabbits, daisies, and line dancing with a piece of cherry jello

shot down your bra.

Or is that just me?

(Note to self: Lay off the 'shroom pizza).

At any rate, for me, Cornwell's credibility on her "solving" the Jack

the Ripper murders took a nosedive after reading her professed

ignorance.

Oh, and that whole paragraph in the second chapter where she admitted

to her agent that she HATED writing the book and the entire project as

a whole, but felt she had to bring the truth to light, or some shit.

Doesn't inspire the greatest confidence with a reader. Especially one

who's running around with cherry jello in her bra, shouting "I NEED

STABILITY! DO YOU HEAR ME? STA. LIL. BITTY." to the mini-mart patrons

at 3 am and then crashing headfirst into a display of beef jerky.

Not that I've ever done that. But wait a couple years.

So bottom line: I will be taking Cornwell's book with a mega-chub grain

of salt. Followed by some tequila. And my arms around the neck of a guy

who kinda sorta (not really unless I squint) looks like John Travolta

in Urban Cowboy, that I keep calling "Dub."

Why venture out and experience life when I can imagine all my

misadventures from home? Where the beer is cheap and the no one groans

when I play "Candyman" by Christina Aguilera on the jutebox. Over and

over and over.

And speaking of sweet, guess what I did?

First off, I asked the guy at the Mazda dealership to save any replaced

parts if work was done. Always throws them for a loop.

Then, when I talked to him later on the phone, and he laid out all the

"needed" and "recommended" work, I scribbled everything down so I could

repeat his words and prices.

We discussed why I needed certain items and the typical life span of

parts, and you should've heard me! "So as far as the front brake pads,

I was told to get ceramic ones for longer life span. {GO ME} Oh, I see.

They'll squeak right off the bat? Better to get the shorter lasting

asbestos ones?"

After all was said, I probably fell for every trick in the book,

especially with that diagnostic fee ($92) that would be applied to any

work that was done.

But my car is nearly 9 years old, I don't plan on replacing it anytime

soon, and I've had very few problems with it overall. Even though the

spark plugs were only 50% shot, I'm getting them replaced. The timing

belt MAY be fine, but to "get to it" is half the labor charge and I'm

overdue on the recommended mileage. Uh huh. Whatever.

I've got the money, and I'd rather have the car aligned and the power

steering fluid flushed and intake manifold cleaned and the A/C charged

and dyed to find leaks so I don't have to deal with any maintenance for

awhile.

The estimate was topping out at over $1,000 plus tax. Not including

what it would take to fix the problem with the A/C.

FUCK.

We discussed eliminating the non-essentials, and were nearly at an

agreement.

Then I turned on the charm. "Are there any discounts or specials at the

moment?

The guy, of course, never mentioned this before, but then he found a

"Ladies' Day" coupon for 10% off.

"Oh, excellent! Now, let's say, I go ahead and have everything

done...could you give me say, more of a discount, since I'd be having

so much work done? Ya know, like another 5% or so?"

"Well...I could give you another 5%, I guess..." he replied sheepishly.

"Oh wonderful! Cuz I'm so sweet, right?

"Yeah, you ARE sweet."

(I still got it. DAMN).

"So we're looking at..."

"15% off the bill...plus tax."

"And then whatever you might have to do fix the A/C..."

"Right," he replied. "I'll let you know
after we charge it and put the dye in."

"Great! Talk to you soon!" I chippered.

I knew it was going to cost a pretty penny (or an ugly one) to get work

done, but on the other hand, FUCK. At least I managed to talk him down

on the price. Of course, being me, I was kicking myself for not talking

him down even further.

But the most bizarre news, is that the A/C fix, the big thing I thought

I needed done (besides the check engine light problem that came up

before I left Lexington), doesn't need to be fixed at all! They

couldn't find a problem with it, unless it's a really slow leak they

can't detect.

It just needed recharging. Which is what I wanted done last year and

the jack-offs at the service station told me charging it could

exacerbate the problem.

Then again, I might drive home and find out the fuckwads in Houston

fixed everyting BUT what needed to be fixed, and I'll be sweltering in

my car next July once again.

But I'll have clean power steering fluid and new spark plugs and brake

pads that don't squeak. My car won't pull to the left, unless I ask it

to, when I'm craving beef jerky after line dancing and jello shots with

Dub.

My battery won't work when I try to start my car up, but I WILL get

laid behind a dumpster at a gas station.

Which is number 5 on my list of unusual things to do someday.

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I've run across Cornwell's Jack the Ripper book, but it never looked

interesting to me. Talk about cocky: I didn't like writing this book

but the public needs to know. Thank God Patty's on the case.
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yet ANOTHER snow day!!!

7:07 a.m.., Friday, Feb. 16, 2007

 

 

Oh WOW! another snow day!!!
can you believe it?

wow...

And Monday is a holiday...
President's day...

take care everybody...
--- i'll be back on TUESDAY!!!

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Typical. Once again.

Well Valentine's day was rife with compatibility issues.

What a mess. I have just learned one more thing not to trust, one more

thing to be paranoid about from now on: that nowadays one can't be

guaranteed, when purchasing new computers, to receive one which has

normal PCI slots.

Yes, I bummed a ride to the UPS package withholding center to pick up

my new computer, and I was so excited and ready to start basking in the

glory of new computer smell and hunkering down for the 30-hour

caffeine-fuelled recording stint this weekend that I had planned...

But then I opened the box. Somewhere on that big God mic in the sky you

could hear the record player which had been playing a choir singing the

Haleluia Chorus from Messiah grind to a slurring halt and start going

RRRRRIPPPPP!!!! Because behold, what I have is a computer that's

apparently built for soccer moms to check their Hotmail and buy shoes

and handbags online, because the PCI slots are too skinny to accomodate

something as outlandish and un-called-for as a normal PCI sound card. A

standard, well-reputed 24 bit, 96 kHz low-latency soundcard that I'd

spent weeks deciding on and comparison-shopping for. Which now is

perfectly useless.

Perfectly. Useless. So now I have to fork over $200 for a USB one.

Which'll probably NOT WORK.

9:58 a.m. - 2007-02-15

 

 

 

I am:
A 48 year old married
woman with 2 teenaged sons
and we all live
in a suburb of
Minneapolis where I
make jewelry:

Coming Soon!

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February 15, 2007

Boy oh boy, did Thor ever come through for me on Valentine's Day!

He'd called me in the morning to request my jewelry services for a

coworker. The man's daughters were making earrings for their mom for

valentine's day and needed the earring wires & headpins. They'd made

the clay beads themselves. So I was going to run over what they needed.

Then I got another phone call from Thor, telling me that some of his

coworkers were interested in purchasing jewelry for their

wives/valentines. So I was going to run over what they needed.

Thor called me again to see if I had any cards. So I whipped up a few

valentines and threw blank notecards into the package.

Thor called again to let me know that he'd swing by the house and pick

up my jewelry case so I wouldn't have to run it over to them.

He set up "shop" in his cubicle. All those little engineers who'd

waited until the very last minute! My kind of customer! I did pretty

well.

Now if I can get my jewelry case into the offices of every engineer at

the last minute of every jewelry-giving holiday, I believe I'd have

success!

Today we celebrated my birthday at The Frame Shop. When The Kid gave me

a duct-taped wrapped gift, I was telling the story about how I'm so

good at guessing what's in a package. I flippantly said about his gift

"It's the Chris Daughtry CD".

And that's what is.

Damn. I'm scary!

Mr. & Mrs. Frame Shop gave me a gift certificate to my favorite spa. I

do believe it's time for a massage! And then Mr. Frame Shop ran over

and picked up lunch from my favorite soup place. I am so damn spoiled.

Can you smell the stink from there?
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Fight with the fishes.
Happy Valentine's Day!Valentine's Day was rather uneventful. The cats

made me scones in the shape of hearts with raspberries in them. When I

say in the shape of hearts I mean anatomically, which worked out well

because the raspberries thawed and fell apart, giving the scones a

rather bloody look. Oh well, it's the thought that counts and they were

quite delicious. Despite the mouse foot. Loki claimed it was for good

luck, but I think I ate his scone.

I've been watching The Sopranos on AE and it's pretty amusing. They cut

out three quarters of the swear words and when they swear it's totally

out of context: "Damn you." "No, damn you, Tony!" What? I also like how

they lead you on with a really guesome scene and the second before any

blood is about to be spilled they cut to commercial and when the show

starts back up you're suddenly at the hospital. I'd say it's ruining

the show, but I watched the first four seasons years ago so I can

easily fill in the blanks. I think once season five starts I'm going to

be pissed.
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Semper ubi sububi in caput tuum.

I can only imagine some of the Soprano's scenes on A & E, especially

when Ralphie got whacked, and remember the Icelandic stewardesses???
Smed | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 4:53 am | #

Watch out for those mice feet! By the way, loved the pics of your legs

a while ago. Verrrrry sexy! Made me wish I was single! Hope all is well

for you and you are healing. BTW, still no cardiac rehab for Honi....

Why does this shit move so slowly?
Wyatt | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 5:03 am | #

Okay, the first comment didn't take... I'll try again.

Watch out for those mice feet! Too bony to snack on...

Also, loved the pics of your legs a while ago... verrrrry sexi! Made me

wisjh I was single. This makes me sish I could type...

BTW, no cardiac rehab for Honi yet. Why does this stuff move so darn

slowly???
Wyatt | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 5:06 am | #

Gravatar Those are some intelligent, talented cats you've got there. :o
IDon'tPretend | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 5:47 am | #

Gravatar I was wondering how AE was going to pull that show off.
Mist 1 | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 7:29 am | #

Gravatar What good kitties!
Gopheroo | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 7:51 am | #

Gravatar Being a perpetually swearing machine myself, I can't sit

through the edited version of "The Sopranos". It's just not natural! I

can't fucking wait for the final season to start on HBO in April.
Judith | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 8:12 am | #

Gravatar Your cats are far more attentive than most of my Valentines

dates….
Athena | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 2:30 pm | #

Gravatar Though it makes me crazy to turn on the closed captioning, I

have a friend who keeps it turned on all the time. Once, we were

watching some movie or show on regular TV that obviously had some curse

words that had been altered to be more family friendly. Where am I

going with this? Well, the transcribers on the closed captioning

weren't given that memo. There were all the F words etc written across

the bottom of the screen. We rolled!
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Friday is what? NAP DAY!!!!
I bared all @ 7:04 a.m. on February 16, 2007

It's Friday!!!!

Do do do!!!

We were going to go to my mom's this weekend, Baby Girl and I, however

she was diagnosed with bronchitis, so we will be staying home instead.

I am really kinda glad we are staying home. (not happy about the

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I think it's pretty fair and he also told me that if I think he's gone

too much, to just let him know and he will stay home more.

I hate reasonable people sometimes.

They make me look really emotional.

Anyway, so it's all good. For now anyway.

He has been home every night this week but will be gone tonight and

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As long as I know when he is gonna be gone, I'm okay with it.

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alas other people have different ideas.

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think before I do the crap.

After work, I ran to go pay my insurance premium, then ran to the pet

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the crickets into their little cage thingy. Baby Girl was up, so I let

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to wear contacts in a few years since we can't seem to find contacts

that will fit correctly anymore.

I usually give up after the third or fourth trial pair.

The doctor NEVER gives up, I do.

Anyway, I told him I was gonna get contacts again if it killed me.

He also said the "b" word to me.

Yes indeed. He mentioned bifocals.

I told him nope.

Not gonna do that.

The doctor does love to torture me, so he put those dilating drops in

my eyes and I had to sit some more.

I picked out my new frames and got all the money stuff all taken care

of while I waited.

Then it was back in to see the doctor, have the light shining into my

eyes, while the doctor stared deeply into my eyes.

God, he is a cute human being!!!

Okay, got all that stuff done. Had some shopping to do and then FINALLY

I got home around 6:00.

It made for a very long day.

Hubby was home from his trip so we got to visit and stuff for a while.

Ate dinner.

Watched Alias with Baby Boy.

We were only going to watch one episode, but because there were only

three left of the series to watch, we ended up seeing them all.

Of course, that means I got to bed late again.

yawn

I am a tired little girl, but that's okay because today is NAP DAY and

I will make up the sleep later.

I got up late this morning because I THOUGHT I hit the snooze button on

the alarm but apparently I missed or something and messed it up.

Luckily Baby Girl was moving around in the kitchen and I heard her and

woke up.

She sounds much better today, however she was admittedly crabby and

didn't want to talk about it.

Which means Baby Boy pissed her off for some reason.

I imagine I will find out eventually.

Speaking of Baby Girl, she received flowers for Valentine's Day.

They were signed "Prince Charming" which is the name of her lizard.

She has no idea who sent them. She has asked all of us in the family,

and we have all denied it.

All I know for sure is that I did not send them.

However, I COULD have taken credit for it. hee hee hee

Okay. Time to act like an adult now and get some work done.

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February 15, 2007
Got to see the Grossology exhibit tonight at one of the museums in the

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Did you know that the average human produces a QUART of snot a DAY?

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Prolifique - 2007-02-16 00:29:21
Coooooool...did you know the average, healthy human also farts fourteen

times a day? The more you know....
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Miss Hiss - 2007-02-16 00:40:25
I certainly don't produce that much snot. This means that someone else

has my share, and damnit, I want it back! Love, R xx
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radiogurl - 2007-02-16 01:31:31
With all of my allergies, I'm sure I'm the one who got Miss Hiss's

share of snot. I'll be sure to ship it to her parcel post, probably in

once a month shipments. Of course that's risky, as who knows what the

postal services of both countries might consider hazardous materials?
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artgnome - 2007-02-16 05:49:21
anyone who lives in the snow like us nor'easters can easily produce

that much mucus, aye, matey?
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chocolate chaos - 2007-02-16 07:39:11
aye, artgnome, you are right!
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deb - 2007-02-16 07:52:49
Sounds cool! They have that exhibit here in B-more. I was thinking the

10 year old would get a kick out of it.
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Smed - 2007-02-16 08:17:36
Aye, I didn't need to know that, though I think my daughters can prove

it!
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Lena - 2007-02-16 08:58:50
I'll gladly contribute to Miss Hiss's supply!! I've got plenty to go

around.
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The Muckety-Mucks Have It

Life can be particularly frustrating sometimes.

I've been struggling to cover the most basic of basics since switching

jobs. We don't go spend crazy, though I did spend a whopping $5 on

clothing from the thrift store over the past month or thereabouts,

considering I'd lost a size recently and I figured being pantsed at

work was not a great fashion statement, especially if it just came from

walking across the floor.

Other than that, I've been struggling to pay bills and buy enough food

to hopefully keep MC and myself fed. Unfortunately one of the reasons

we're moving is that I can no longer do the latter part of that. While

I do buy food, it is systematically disappearing, courtesy of Rosie's

Evil Child, aka EC.

Now, I am normally a share-and-share alike person, but we really don't

have that luxury at the moment. I know that Rosie and Zeb are taken

care of, but dammit, when I barely can afford enough to keep me and MC

fed for the two weeks between my paycheck and EC has polished off half

of what I bought, it's kind of tough to keep that generous feeling.

That was kind of the last straw that decided on our taking our leave.

It isn't optional any longer.

And really, I don't expect the child not to eat, and I'm not angry,

nothing like that. I just don't have the wherewithal to pay for it.

Shortly before my last paycheck, we'd gotten to the point that there

really was nothing for MC to eat while I was at work, short of cooking

skills that are outside what he can do. I'd bought plenty of sandwich

stuff to last for a couple of weeks... of which he got two sandwiches

before it was gone.

I hate being stingy. I WON'T be stingy. Ergo I have to go somewhere I

can make a realistic living, and that ain't here.

00 called today to say she'd gotten a job that pays more than the one

she lost. She called back about an hour or so later to say she also got

called in for an interview on the job she REALLY wants, the one with

the Phoenix metro-area radio station. If she gets that one, it pays

good money, or at least it should. I think the starting range in that

area is something like $30K. She'll still have to get there, which will

undoubtedly be its own challenge - but at least she'll have enough

coming in once she starts getting paid that she will be able to get a

vehicle in a while.

I am glad for her, but depressed over working my own ass off and barely

surviving. We've got to figure out what to do with our stuff for a few

weeks until we can get our own place, and in the next few days will

have to go through and sort out what we need to take, what we can

store, etc.

Zeb offered to help haul stuff to Tucson, and we might take him up on

that, but I'm not sure even that will be possible because I will have

to reserve enough money to cover gas to get there, to look for work and

to GET to work until I get another paycheck, plus pay for my car

insurance. Considering what I make nowadays, that's pretty much my

entire check. I wouldn't ask or expect Zeb to haul all that stuff

without at least paying for his gas.

Quandaries-R-Us.

Anyway, I figure my last day at work will be next Friday and we'll head

out over the weekend. I'm praying I get something immediately, even if

it's just another "filler" job while I'm looking. That's been the

problem here, as much as anything else. I had no problem finding filler

jobs but that's all there ARE here. Nothing pays more than $8-9 an

hour, and most pay minimum wage. I was just flabbergasted to find out

that people in this area expect to pay minimum wage for a full-charge

bookkeeper. In the Phoenix area, that job is anywhere from $12 an hour

up to $40K plus, and NOWHERE else have I seen it for less than about

$10 an hour.

And I'm not just talking about here in Podunktown. This is in Scurvy

Vista, a place with 40,000 people. Unreal.

Oh well. Maybe I'll win the lottery.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA (deep breath) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I shouldn't take that attitude, I suppose, and believe it or not, I'm

not THAT depressed. I still believe that everything happens for a

reason. Both MC and I said back before we moved here that we both were

thinking of Tucson, though in my case it was more along the lines of

just figuring we'd end up there, sooner or later.

I was more thinking of our own place there, but guess beggars can't be

choosers. Besides that, the folks who are offering us a place to stay

need our help right now. All of them are in poor health and can't keep

up even with the most basic survival stuff any more, and there's a

family member who's been in ICU for almost a month now. MC was really

concerned about that end of things, and had already asked me about

going up to stay with them for a while. This just puts us both there,

instead.

Anyway, all of the various concerns and worries have got my system

twisted in knots again, and my head's pounding tonight. Toby the Wonder

Dog is already starting his whinefest for the night, and I'm trying to

figure out how to tell my current boss buh-bye. On top of everything

else, I am really, really sick of the job-hopping lately.

Work created a part of that headache, too. Supposedly the computers are

working and hunky-dory, and they're not. One of the machines isn't

connecting to the printer, the database is still mucked up, and so on.

And of course there's the usual muckety-mucks coming through with their

various scams to rip us off - tonight's bunch had all the panache of a

drunken bull in a china-doll shop.

I slept in this morning - actually slept until this afternoon at 1pm,

truth be told - but I'm tired tonight, which tells me I really am

teetering on the edge of serious depression again. When I get to the

point that all I want to do is sleep, it starts getting scary again.

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Couldn't you pay Zeb back once you got another paycheck if he hauled

your stuff to Tucson? If I were in a position to help someone out, I

wouldn't expect payment of gas at that moment. It sounds like things

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I'm home. No, actually, I'm at work. We made it home Tuesday late

afternoon with no problems; the snow hadn't even started yet.

Puerto Rico was lovely. It was warm, it was breezy, the waves crashed

on the shore. The days were like this: wake up, eat breakfast, walk a

mile, go to our patch of sand with a novel, leave beach, eat lunch,

return to beach for reading, close eyes for napping, cross the street

back to the inn, take shower, go to dinner, walk a mile, come back to

inn, read and watch TV. Sleep.

The only strenuous activity was on the first day. The mother opened the

little refrigerator to get some water and her insulin rolled out onto

the floor and the vial shattered into many shards of glass...the second

vial of a different type of insulin was among the missing. So we headed

off to the pharmacy. These are insulins that require a

prescription...at least here. But we were able to obtain the insulin

without seeing a doc or going to the ER. It was very interesting.

So now I have returned...to new pipes in my sink and a cat who has

learned how to open the door of her nighttime bathroom jail. I suspect

her catsitter has been fiddling with the door. I'll have to start

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scotvalkyrie - 2007-02-15 11:47:37
Um, my question is, why are you bothering to put pop song lyrics up for

scrutiny? Isn't the point of the songs that they make about as much

rational sense as an angry woman at 3 am with cravings?
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Andria - 2007-02-15 13:07:33
Dammit. I've NEVER had a man tell me I'm hotter than soup. This is no

good for my self-esteem...
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Kristi - 2007-02-15 14:43:07
The staring... it's a Scorpio thing. Creeps my hubbie out, too. Oooh,

chinchilla is really, really soft.
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Amanda - 2007-02-15 15:49:25
So I've been away for a while.....and I've been trying to catch up on

everyone's lives and finally made it around to you. I wanted to point

out that being from Tennessee, I LOVE Peyton, so of course I pulled for

your team in the SB. And I thought of you and how you must feel being

from Indy, that they won! I was happy and celebrated wee into the

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Yesterday, my friend's mom called to tell me that my friend was just

admitted to the hospital...again. Stupid cancer. She said "looks like

we're gonna lose her this time". She needs surgery but the surgeon is

what he is...a surgeon...not an oncologist. He is hesitant about

removing some of the tumors...he's scared, actually.

Her tumors have grown and multiplied. Her colon is blocked. Her gall

bladder is compressed by a large tumor. She can't eat. She's in pain.

Her surgeon is consulting with her oncologist and a few others to

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Her husband has been taking off from work constantly. His job is not in

jeopardy, but it's hard to pay the bills when no one is working. We've

been collecting enough money to keep groceries in the house and pay the

utilities for them for a few months, but the other bills are going

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I want to tell you how wonderful my customers are. I got off the phone

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she's in ICU. One of our new customers overheard the conversation and

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greatly appreciated by all of us. She gave me a check for $1000.00. I

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owe for the boys.

This lady is relatively new to the area. She lost her home during

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family when she needed help and she wanted to pay it forward. What a

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Short post today, folks.

First off, in the Oops, I Forgot Dept.:

I forgot to wish you all a happy Valentine's Day.

Yesterday was the first one in several years that I didn't have female

companionship. It was...well, bittersweet, I guess. But time will heal,

I believe.

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Ever wonder how blonde jokes started? Well...

Wonder what the doctor actually gave her...

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Well, the plan today is to go to Disneyland and relax.

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Aren't you glad you asked?

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You Are Here.

February 15th, 2007 by trancejen

There’s a whole lot I could say and undoubtedly much better venues in

which to say it, but I am sort of in the mood to share with the

internet; not to mention the fact that this is stuff I think you

already know anyway, at least you should know it, at least I hope you

know it, at least I assume I’m transparent enough that you do know it.

So yesterday was That Day but we are celebrating it today due to your

work schedule, which sits fine with me because we won’t have to wait

for a good table anywhere or deal with forty million sappy irritating

people mooning around our hotel. I hate competing with other sappy

irritating people.

Normally I am one of those vehement anti-Valentine’s Day assholes who

bitches and moans about what a Hallmark holiday it is and how it sucks

for single people and how trite and stupid and exclusive and commercial

and ignorant it is, and hey, isn’t everyone who works for DeBeers going

straight to hell, and fuck chocolate, it breaks me out, and who wants

roses that die in two days, anyway?

I still feel exactly the same way - to hell with Valentine’s Day, let’s

go have a beer.

I suppose, though, that all the sentimentality that has been thrust

upon me by Walgreens and the other evil commercial giants plus our

grand plans has made me think just a little bit about you and where

we’re at and how I feel about all of this, and I must confess that I

did almost get a little bit teary when I hung up the phone with Mare

yesterday.

She was asking me about you, and all I could say was that for the first

time in my life there is no drama or conflict, and that I am really

comfortable and really, really happy.

I sort of had to stop there, because I didn’t know what else to say. I

had no complaints about you. The only thing that occasionally irritates

me about you is that you occasionally snore, and God, if that’s all I

can find to bitch about after six months then I suppose I can consider

myself a lucky person indeed. I can, and I do.

What I didn’t say were all the little things that help to make what we

have so startling to me, the things that cause me to still have that

shivery little buzz that you usually only get when you’re on the

hormonal thrill ride that for me has only been at the very start of

relationships if it’s been there at all.

Your voice on the phone gives me that buzz, as does the fact that we

can talk for hours without pauses in the conversation growing awkward

or trying. I love the fact that we often laugh at the same things and

share a similar sense of what is funny, even when it’s sometimes sick.

(Especially when it’s sometimes sick.) I love the fact that we can talk

about politics without murder entering into the equation.

You and your family genuinely enjoy each other’s company. This has

caused me to observe you all with shock and awe as if I am watching a

rare, remote, African tribe that is being shown for the first time in

all their oddity and wonder on the Discovery Channel. Who ever heard of

a family that liked each other and did not utilize passive agressive

humor?

The jury is still out on whether or not you have all been deprogrammed,

but I think you will be a very nice group to be around once I become

accustomed to the fact that nobody is going to snap off.

I love the fact that you absolutely exude calm, and it rubs off on me

when I need it, as does your propensity toward actual reason, which is

something I am generally not very familiar with. When I call you a

super genius it is not only because of your mad math skills. It is

because I respect your opinions and base of knowledge and because I

trust you. I would trust you with my life.

You are usually the reasonable person of good judgment that I look to

when I’m flipping out because I know that there is no chance you’re

going to flip out right along with me.

You have no idea how much of a relief that is.

Still, I hope I do project the fact that you can lean on me, too. You

are far less likely to talk about what ails you, but know that I am

always here to listen and to support you.

One thing that has surprised me perhaps most of all is how much I love

to touch you. Some internal barrier seems to have broken down and I am

not horrified by a man’s close proximity to me! The shock of it all!

At the risk of sounding like one of those annoying clingy bitches, I

sometimes think I could staple myself to you before going to sleep and

happily remain that way until morning, feet included.

Yes, even my feet.

I don’t know what exactly has happened there, but I’m not going to

bother trying to psychoanalyze it to death, because I am enjoying it

too thoroughly. I love your body next to me all the time. I love

playing with your hair. I love listening to your breathing grow harsh

as you fall asleep.

And of course, I love the sex. But then I think you’re aware that we’re

remarkably compatible in that regard.

What I am is happy and content, two states of being that I find

extremely hard to come by, less so with a man, and I don’t know how

better to thank you for that than to say that I love you, utterly,

completely, so much that it thrills me every day.

To quote Ben Folds, I am the luckiest.

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9 Responses to “You Are Here.”

   1.

      Laughing Muse wrote on 02/15/07 at 12:03 pm :

      Congratulations, TranceJen!! Congratulations on meeting someone

with whom you’re wonderfully content, congratulations for being adult

enough to realize that you’re happy (I have problems with this), and

congratulations to you for celebrating your contentment and love for

This Dude while still being able to tell the Rabidly Commercial

Interests Cabal to go spork themselves. :D
   2.

      Alex wrote on 02/15/07 at 12:37 pm :

      A joy to read! congrats!
   3.

      dom wrote on 02/15/07 at 1:19 pm :

      Hey Trance! What’s that over there!
      Dude, if you’re reading this: you’re totally getting some

tonight! *high five*
   4.

      trancejen wrote on 02/15/07 at 1:29 pm :

      LOL.
   5.

      Bozoette Mary wrote on 02/15/07 at 2:54 pm :

      Aw. Good for you; good for him.
   6.

      Rumblelizard wrote on 02/15/07 at 3:29 pm :

      :))) Nice, isn’t it?! :D Congrats, babe, couldn’t have happened

to a more deserving person.
   7.

      Cruel Irony wrote on 02/15/07 at 4:28 pm :

      Even the feet? Wow. I’m thrilled for you.
   8.

      Melinda wrote on 02/15/07 at 4:36 pm :

      all I could say was that for the first time in my life there is

no drama or conflict

      Dude, this is The Sign. In fact, my best friend of 25 years

actually said those exact words about Kevin and I when she toasted us

at our wedding…that she knew he was the one for me because ever since I

met him, there’s been no more drama.

      Hooray!
   9.

      Kis/Christine wrote on 02/15/07 at 4:53 pm :

      I could’ve written the same thing about a guy I dated in ‘99. I

married him instead.

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Thursday, February 15th, 2007 at 11:47 pm

I just finished watching the Joss Whedon-directed episode of NBC’s The

Office “Business School” and while it wasn’t filled with numerous

laugh-out-loud moments, I think it had some strong character-building

scenes.

***SPOILER WARNING***

The best scene was when Ryan brings Michael to his business class to be

a guest speaker. When one of the students asked how Dunder Mifflin

plans to compete with an increasely paperless world, Michael tells

them, “Real business is done on paper. Write that down.” The camera

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Back in the office, Dwight explains that whenever he’s about to do

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would, he “does not do that thing.” That’s just sweet irony right

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everyone to scream and run for cover. That part was actually hilarious

because I imagine that their reactions are exactly what would happen if

a bat flew into an office. Dwight spends the rest of the episode trying

to catch the bat and Jim pretends to be turning slowly into a vampire

(and gets Dwight to believe it, too, of course!!!).

***END SPOILER WARNING***

Those of you who know me, know I love bats! I sponsor a bat at Bat

World. I was very excited that there would be a bat in this episode,

but concerned too, because let’s face it, bats have an unwarranted bad

reputation.

So, I might as well take this opportunity to link some facts and myths

about bats and what to do if one gets into your home/building. Just

remember, bats do NOT attack humans or drink human blood (they eat

mainly insects and fruit) and they are exceptionally clean animals with

a high resistance to disease (less than .005 percent of bats contract

rabies).

Basically, be kind to bats.

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      Gravatar   February 16th, 2007 at 1:03 am  
       Dave2 Says:
       

      I enjoyed the episode, mostly, but didn’t see much of Joss Whedon

in it. I can’t help but wonder why he didn’t write the episode as well,

because I think he’s at his best when he has that kind of control.

      Bats are amazing, and I have always felt sympathy for them that

they are perceived to be such evil, horrible creatures. Surely they

have one of the cutest faces in the animal kingdom! :-)

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Thursday, February 15th, 2007 at 8:55 am

For Valentine’s Day, Dave gave me the lovely box pictured below. Inside

were books, candy, a stuffed animal, a flower, and a touching card

stating how special I am to him.

Mind you, Dave is special to me, too, that’s why I got him the 1GB iPod

Shuffle in orange — the cutest little thing ever!

But, against my pal Dave2’s advice, I included a little stuffed

Valentine’s day bear along with it. Dave2 seems to think men don’t want

stuffed animals. That might be true for the guy who lives alone. Once

you’re shacked up with a women, get used to the stuffed animals because

they will decorate your home.

In my defense, the bear did come along with an iPod!

Also in my defense, the stuffed animals in my home are surrounded by

comic books, computer equipment, and posters of Ace Frehley; therefore,

I think a few stuffed animals here and there are tolerable.

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      Gravatar   February 15th, 2007 at 1:27 pm  
       Smed Says:
       

      Oh, I agree that stuffed animals can be OK. I don’t mind ‘em at

all! I used to give Liz a stuffed animal every year for V-Day. Then

Katie came along and she appropriated them all. Right now, we give each

other cards and a night on the town away from the kidlets.
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      Gravatar   February 15th, 2007 at 1:52 pm  
       Dave2 Says:
       

      Yeah, well, I’d take a stuffed animal IF there was an iPod

attached, so I guess that’s okay. :-)
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      Gravatar   February 15th, 2007 at 2:06 pm  
       kapgar Says:
       

      There is nothing wrong with stuffed animals. Especially ones

bearing iPods (pun intended, BTW). I love the orange Shuffle!
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      Gravatar   February 15th, 2007 at 2:10 pm  
       Eve Says:
       

      Smed: My guy is lovey dovey, I know he thinks the stuffed animals

are cute, especially those that look like our cats. I guess once you

have kids, there’s no stopping the plushes!

      Dave2: Yeah, I figured the attached iPod might change your

perspective on this topic. Perhaps you should update your “How to win

my heart” entry to include this clause. By the way, the bear and iPod

shuffle I gave my Dave came with some sex, too, so I don’t think it

would have been in his best interest to look at the bear and ask the

question you would have which is, “What I am supposed to do with this?”

I think you can guess what my answer would be.

      Kapgar: Nice intended pun, my friend! Yeah, the orange shuffle is

adorable. It’s the tiniest thing you’ve ever seen. I’m thinking I want

one, too!

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The good and the bad
23:37 - 15 February 2007

Learning to talk
09:52 - 15 February 2007

All set for another year
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I am such a sap
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15 February 2007
23:37 - The good and the bad
So ummmmm....

Which do you want first, the good news or the bad news???

The good news: Kurt called me tonight!! YAY!! I was totally surprised

because I had no idea he was coming back in to port. He'd mentioned the

possibility of hitting land in mid-February, but with the way his

schedule has been changing, I sort of forgot about it.

I very nearly did not answer the phone either, as the caller ID said,

"Quebec Call." Who the heck do I know in Quebec??

Oh wait... doesn't Marn, a fellow old-skool d-lander, live in Quebec?

But she wouldn't call me anyhow.

We spent about twenty minutes on the phone at first, then he had to go

buy another phone card and get back into line for the phones. I love it

when he's in Panama -- phone cards are only $5 for an hour and forty

minutes! In between, my friend who is coming to visit me this weekend

for my birthday called, and we made some more plans. But then Kurt

called again, so I had to let her go.

That phone call was two hours. Oh my goodness, y'all have no idea how

good it was talk to him! I know I bitch about Kurt a lot (he's my

husband -- what else am I supposed to do??), but he is truly my best

friend. I can tell him so many things that go through my head without

fear that he'll be angry or stop liking me or whatever. Plus we think

alike on so many things that he knows exactly what I'm trying to say.

Now for the bad news: He is not going to Florida.

*sigh*

The funny thing is, he told me this as a rumor during the first phone

call. Then as I was on the phone with him during the second phone call,

I got an email from the family support group stating that the Florida

trip has been completely canceled for the entirety of the deployment.

(What the heck?? I thought "canceled" had two L's! Firefox graciously

informs me it has just the one. Sheesh.)

This sucks. It really does. For one thing, a good number of

wives/spouses/family members had plane tickets to Florida to be able to

spend some time with their sailors. They were going to be there long

enough to make it worthwhile, and the ship even had leave periods set

up so that everyone wasn't taking leave at the same time. I myself did

not have tickets; I can't stomach the idea of a nine-hour trip across

the country (there aren't any direct flights from here to there) with

an extremely active and loud two-year-old. Not by myself.

But the benefit to his going to Florida was he'd be able to use his

cell phone the whole time he was there. He could call me whenever he

wanted to and talk for as long as he liked for the whole time they were

there. Plus it was a nice break from the deployment. The guys would be

back in the States (albeit not in their home port), they could catch up

on all the stuff they've been missing the last few months, and then

once they left Florida, they would definitely have the sense of being

on the way home back to Seattle.

Speaking of being underway, I was listening to my XM on the 90s station

tonight when this particular song came on the radio. It was definitely

a song that anyone who lived through the 90s would recognize, and I

giggled to Kurt that I actually like this song. He didn't recognize the

name, so I held the phone to the speakers of my XM for him to listen to

it. He had never heard that song before. Why? When it came out, he was

deployed.

It's amazing what you miss when you're underway. It's not just

birthdays and anniversaries and holidays. You miss the major tv shows,

the huge finales, the big songs, the hit movies. There's a lot of

cultural stuff you miss being out of the country for six months. It's a

weird thing to deal with as a wife. Sometimes I'll say, "you remember

when such-and-such happened on this show," or "don't you like this

song??" when he gets home, and he'll give me a blank look. He didn't

see that episode, or he's never heard that song before.

Tomorrow night is the Halfway Party for the wives' club. I have already

RSVP'ed that I am not going. I'll explain that later; suffice it to say

that politics have intervened. Not to mention, I'm having company for

the weekend starting Saturday. I couldn't go if I wanted to, and I sure

don't want to.

But a Halfway Party means it's half over. Already.

*does the happy dance*
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09:52 - Learning to talk
This whole "learning to talk" thing for Grace is starting to crack me

up.

She stills uses a whole ton of baby talk, but you should see the way

she uses it. She doesn't just sit there and babble. She stands there,

uses the most expressive facial expressions and hand gestures, and you

know you're getting lectured for something you did or didn't do!!

Last night my in-laws called. They wanted to wish Grace a Happy

Valentine's Day. So I gave Grace the cordless handset and turned the

speakerphone on.

What is it about talking on a phone that makes her talk in the most

hushed tones??

Normally Grace is not a quiet child. You can hear her chattering

wherever you are in the house. But get her near a phone, and I swear

she thinks she's in the Library of Congress with a nasty librarian

hushing her at every turn.

"Sssshhhh...."

Side note -- why aren't libraries quiet anymore?? I don't expect it to

be silent, but around here it's the librarians who are the worst

offenders! It's part of the reason I don't like to go to the library

anymore. The librarians spend their day chit-chatting to one another in

tones that can be heard in the next town over.

Anyhow, so Grace is yammering away at the grandparents. She refuses,

for some reason, to say "Grandpa" and instead repeats "Grandma" over

and over again. Of course, this pleases my MIL to no end, but my FIL is

less than thrilled. He decides to take Grace out of the spotlight and

starts asking me about Kurt.

They always do that. They always ask me, "Have you heard from Kurt

lately??" Like Kurt's the type of sailor to not inundate his wife with

emails 24/7. I don't know why they ask me if I've heard from him; I

hear from him all the time! Silly people.

But back to Grace's talking. She's now learning a zillion new words a

day. Now she tells me "Change diaper!" on occasion, and has finally

figured out the difference between water and milk. For a while, there,

she was calling milk "water" and it was driving me nuts. Now she asks

for "MILK!!!" She tells me to "turn light!" on the fish tank when I get

her up in the morning or from a nap. She even asks to go to "Wal-Mar."

She knows her name, but she always mispronounces it. She can't say "gr"

so she says, "Drace!!" Ask her to say, "Hi, Grace!" and she will say,

"Hi, Grace!"

"Say goodnight, Gracie..."

"Goodnight, Gracie!"

I know I will miss the baby talk phase because at some point, she'll

figure out the right words and the right pronunciations, and I'll lose

the amusement factor of the way she talks. But at the same time I

cannot wait for her to start talking because I want to know what is

going on in her mind. I know she's got some funny stuff going on in

there, but I'll just have to wait till she masters more of the English

language.
4 People Woke Me Up

 

 

I am blue... and I am sleepy... WAKE ME UP!

Gravatar i can't wait till she can say "I love you" clearly.

She is a cutie-pie!
And she *IS* very expressive.
Love you!!!
xoxox
Michele | Homepage | 02.16.07 - 6:03 am | #

Gravatar Yes, you miss the baby-talk phase but it is HEAVENLY when she

goes to school and you have several hours' reprieve during the day. I

know some moms who hated when their kids started school. I most

definitely wasn't one of them.
radiogurl | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 1:22 pm | #

Gravatar I MISS the baby talk phase SO MUCH! My Mom actually recorded a

lot of Kailee talking when she was little, and we listened to it and it

was the cutest stuff I ever heard! I miss it a lot. Kailee had all

kinds of ways to say what she was thinking in that cute baby talk way.

Her favorite toy was a phone, only she called it a "bone" so it was

always "the bone, and bla bla bla the bone"....it was adorable, I miss

it a lot!
Amanda | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 12:44 pm | #

Gravatar shes growin up fast!!! she will be a regular chatty patty!!!
art | Homepage | 02.15.07 - 10:52 am | #

 

 

 

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[Feb. 15, 2007 - 4:30 p.m.]

Should I sniff it?

A buddy of mine and I were chatting and somehow the conversation turned

to abusing computer cleaner. Most of my AIMs are non-linear. Sniffing

gaseous chemicals has never really been my thing, so I’ve never tried

the 10 second Duster inhale. Anyway, I guess it totally fucks you up.

Of course, it can also cause respiratory shutdown. And brain damage and

stuff. And stuff being the worst case scenario.

I’m filling in at my old office this week after my regularly insane

work hours, mainly, to torture myself. Why not work a 13 hour day? I

mean I've got nothing else going on.

First thing I spot when I sit down in front of the remnants of my old

computer? Big canister of computer cleaner, of course.
Side note: isn’t it always a bit odd when you return to a former

workplace ýand see how your old equipment, computer, phone, etc., have

been dispersed around the office? Scavengers! -- That was my stapler!

My spinny-roundie-pencil-pen-holder-thingie! Hey, my shot glass! --

That kind of thing.

Now I don't know if this canister has been here all week. The state of

this particular corner of the office is, shall we say, disheveled. It

could have ýeasily been here all along.

Measuring tape, hand sanitizer, duster canister, post-its stuck to the

desk, pile of papers behind the monitor, beside the monitor, on top of

and scattered around the printer, which is that white blob on top,

center. It's kind of a crappy phone pic but you get the idea. ý

Anyway, after the computer cleaner popped out at me, I just thought

maybe I should do a 10 second Duster inhale. But then I didn’t. Mainly

because I'm not sure about the procedure and didn’t want to injure

myself. A first-time high off an office supply product is one thing; a

resulting hospital visit is quite another. Don't try this at work!

 

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   February 15, 2007
Bring in the Illinoise

I finally caved and bought Sufjan Stevens’ Illinoise album. I got tired

of hearing how great it was and I wasn’t even interested in hearing it.

But I’ve been a little curious. And also, I was putting together a

playlist of songs about Chicago and it seemed like a necessity. So I

guess the hype, for once was based on something. I still haven’t heard

the whole thing, but the music and lyrics both are incredibly

compelling, as is his voice. The arrangements are varied and

interesting and totally up my alley – lots of strings and jazz and

acoustic guitar.

Interestingly, I had iTunes on randomize and after Sufjan’s “John Wayne

Gacy, Jr.” came the first movement of Bach’s Partita #3 (this version

was played by Hilary Hahn) and it flowed surprisingly well.

There will be more music talk here soon when the papers are under

control. I have a backlog of Smed disks to review.

I’m also contemplating the purchase of an iPod shuffle. It’s so tiny

and cute. And I have a credit at the apple store that’s about to expire

(I was hoping to use it on my repair, but it’s apparently only good on

purchases) that would more than cover it. Thoughts on the machine,

anyone? Am I better off holding out for a fancier iPod? I’m thinking a

cheaper, smaller machine might actually suit me better, because I don’t

want to invest a lot of money in something I’m going to lose or break

and when I’m in headphones away from my computer, there’s a limited

number of things I’d be interested in listening to anyway. 200 songs

should be more than enough, I think.

AJ is sick, sick, sick. He barely made it through his Valentine’s Party

at school yesterday. I took him home early. By nightfall he had a

fever. By this morning his fever was past 102. He’s sneezing non-stop

and his nose is running like a faucet. He’s been in an incredibly good

mood, though, even when he looks at his most miserable.

Must. Work. Now.

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kelley2 - 2007-02-15 16:37:10
I've thought about that iPod Shuffle but just can't bring myself to

spend even that much on something I probably wouldn't use much. BUT,

*you* (on the other hand) have a credit you can use - I say go for it,

particularly if the credit is about to expire. I'm sorry to hear AJ's

sick! Katie was running a wicked high fever on Tuesday and, alas, was

*not* cheerful. And, work?, phlllllbbbbbb! Play!! Play!! (Of course,

that's probably why I don't have the money to spend on an iPod huh?)
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Dr. Geek - 2007-02-15 16:45:37
I'm not overly fond of the iPod shuffle. I like to be able to have some

control over my music and see what's playing. Me, I would spend the

extra 70 bucks for a Nano, but that's me.
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readersguide - 2007-02-15 18:08:48
Poor AJ -- M has a nano that she loves. N has a mini that she loves. Is

this helpful? I think the seeing might be nice, but I don't have one,

so I don't know. Do you have a lot of snow? If so, I'm sorry AJ is

missing it.
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Staecie - 2007-02-15 22:23:14
I like the new shape of the shuffle... the square over the old thin

one. If you have a store credit, I would get either, although I

definitely think that not being able to see the songs could be kind of

cool. For someone such as yourself who listens to so.much.music period,

then you could just put your current favs on there. If I had money to

burn, and felt like I needed another appliance, I'd get the new shuffle

in red.
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Sandy - 2007-02-16 01:07:47
I feel for AJ and hope he gets well soon...he didn't eat any peanut

butter did he? One of my friend's children has been affected. I have an

iPod that I never use but Michael does. He loves it!
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Harriet - 2007-02-16 07:47:34
Kelley, thanks for the support in the slacking off department! Dr. Geek

& Staecie, I hadn't realized you couldn't control the playlist on the

Shuffle. That might bug me. I also hadn't realized the Nonos were so

cheap. My credit is for about that much, so perhaps I should spring for

a nano. Readersguide, we do have a lot of snow, although not as much as

some other places. We got about a foot this week and we had quite a bit

on the ground already. Maybe I'll take some pictures and post them.

It's around 0 degrees, though, so the amount of time AJ could enjoy the

snow if healthy would be limited anyway. Sandy, No peanut butter,

fortunately. He has a friend whose little brother is allergic and had

soy butter once at her house. Now the whole family's hooked and we eat

it instead. This is just a really, really bad cold/flu thing.
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2007-02-15 @ 8:29 p.m.
Valentine's Day

Okay -

Got the bills paid, doing laundry, getting ready to pack for my long

weekend down in the "cities" as us from up around here call them.

Looking forward to hitting that big ass mall, and going uptown for some

lunch and spending some quality time with my sweetheart in a schwanky

hotel room that we booked for our long weekend together.

Whew!

My Space and I have been having issues, apparently someone got into my

account and locked me out somehow, so I have to do what they call a

"salute" only I don't have a digital camera anymore, so I'm thinking

that when I get back I'm going to borrow Mom's and do so. I miss my

myspace updates. Plus, I really wanted to go see my friend Matt, but

have no way to get in touch with him. I'll have to think of a way

around that one.

Work has been good. Bartending is genearlly fun and stuff, but

sometimes people piss me off. Word to those of you that might be

customers sometimes...when you have a $75 bar bill and have pumped at

least $20 into the juke box, don't keep reminding your bartender that

you tipped them a "whole $5!" It's just going to piss them off. Plus,

we can add. Don't try to get more than one birthday drink. Give me a

break, okay? Plus, be the only two in the bar for the last two hours

before close. I could have been home at a reasonable hour! Dumbasses.

Don't get me wrong though, most of my regular customers I just love -

they're so much fun! But there are a few, like the one that somehow

thought it was okay to smack me on the ass, that are about to be on my

last nerve. I embarassed him though quite thoroughly. Heh.

That's about it around here, just trying to stay warm otherwise. It's

been darn cold - even the cats pile in bed with me at night!

Hopefully I'll have photos to post here and over on My Space of Robert

and I when we get back! (If I can get into my account over there

eventually?)

Oh, I almost forgot to mention that for Valentine's day I got a fresh

red rose and a big old chocolate heart on my desk. What a sweetheart! I

love my honey, he's wonderful. :)

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12:29 a.m. - 2007-02-16
On the Alp

It's not all gloom and despair around here. I do other stuff. I think

about other stuff. It's just what I need to park in my diary is the

worst of the stuff. It's what galls me and what plays as the backbeat

when my top mind is rocking the mom thing and taking inventory of the

cabinets and freezer and doing the laundry.

I talk to Steph and Mo and sometimes members of the Posse. I tend my

plants and shake a fist at Mark who has gnawed the kitchen windowsill

garden to shreds. I cruise the news online and play a few rounds of

Flipwords. I haven't written much on my WIP in the last 48 hours, but

making myself feel shittier certainly isn't going to increase my output

so I don't thump myself (too hard). I think of that apocryphal story

about the notoriously slow James Joyce and how a friend found him

weeping in his whiskey.

"How many words today, James?"
"Seven!"
"That's wonderful! Why the tears?"
"Because I don't know which order they go in!"

Even on my worst writing days I do better than seven words and they

almost always come out in the correct order.

The guy who was supposed to clear the snow didn't come, of course.

Another of Mike's little arrangements and it worked as well as anything

my ex puts his hand to. I called and bitched at Mike in Florida and

supposedly the guy is coming tomorrow. Right. There's maybe 4

tablespoons of milk in the house, my jeep is completely drifted over

and the driveway has a lovely parfait of snow, ice, snow, ice, snow on

it that's all together about 2 feet deep. I couldn't shovel my way out

of that crap even if I were willing. I refuse to drop it in 4WD and

just go for it. The jeep is the only car that runs. To say nothing that

I'd be risking my son's (and my own) life getting down the curved,

steeper than the Matterhorn driveway. The ex is up my ass for an entire

year and the one goddamn time he could be useful he's a 1,000 miles

away. Typical.

Wolf is turning out to be a decent Scrabble player. Not much for

strategy, but he does come up with some cool words. He whomped up

'jinxes' today. Pretty nifty for a 9 year old. His blackjack skills are

improving too and he no longer insists on a hit when he has 17.

He was watching Scrooged for the umpty-hundredth time today and when it

was over he came in here and asked, "Mom, why is Frank Cross so mean?"

I said, "Because his father didn't care anything about him and gave him

meat for Christmas." Wolf thought on it and said, "My dad cares about

me, right?" Right there I broke my rule about never lying to my kids.

"Of course he does! When did Daddy ever give you meat for Christmas?"

I know I'm only stalling the inevitable, but Wolf will find out the

truth in his own time. For now even with his mad skillz at Scrabble and

poker he's still a little kid and little kids need to think their

daddies love them.

Snowbound and only slightly truth challenged, ~LA

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Tell me all about it, dear...

Prolifique - 2007-02-16 00:39:36
And the truth is out: As much as I "dislike" kids, I would have fucking

burst into tears when he asked that. You are such an awesome mom.
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dichroic - 2007-02-16 02:52:54
You didn't lie. It sounds like Mike does care about the kids, in his

own way. The fact that "his own way" is not good enough for

child-rearing purposes is a whole 'nother issue, and that's not what

Wolf asked.
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Deb - 2007-02-16 07:50:50
Dear lord, I would never chance your driveway in snow and ice. I found

it formidible on a pleasant October day.
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greenwitch - 2007-02-16 08:18:07
Good asnwer to Wolf. I was actually wondering about how you have been

handling that aspect of life. What with all the time I have had to

think the past couple of days and all. I hope the driveway gets

cleared. You got the better end of the storm than up here.
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Bozoette Mary - 2007-02-16 09:12:03
Hope you get out before spring!
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I don't have no use for what you loosely call a truce.
2007-02-15 / 12:49 p.m.

Yesterday I tried my hand at this No-Knead Bread that has had all the

bloggers in a lather for a few months. This bread requires almost

nothing of you, but it yields so very much. Even with inadequate

equipment (my garage-sale Le Creuset is probably only 1.5 quarts) and a

wonky oven (that may have been too hot), I produced a delicious 1/3

wheat loaf, of which I am about to eat yet another slice right now. I

stocked up on more AP flour at the co-op today, so round two is going

to commence later today. In other culinary news, I made a pretty

righteous spicy potato-corn chowder yesterday. Why had I never before

used chipotles in my cooking? What is my problem? So smoky, so packed

in adobo, so what my flavor arsenal was missing.

The Brit came home last Friday and we spent the weekend underground,

which was necessary and delightful. For Valentine's Day, we went to the

gym, which I can assure you was also very sexy. Actually, it was nicely

desolate there. I recommend the gym on hallmark holidays. When we got

home, the Brit expressed a wish to be able to eat sandwiches at the

gym, and I cracked up, thinking of some dude slowly pedaling a

stationary bike while eating a really big, sloppy sandwich, with

lettuce and mustard hanging off of it. This notion is, I'm sure, not a

new one, but the comedic possibilities are kind of endless. We have a

small supply of Ritter Sport at the moment, owing to the Brit's stint

in Deutschland, and I suggested that since it is "sport" chocolate it

would be very appropriate for the treadmill. What? It's an energy bar,

kind of.

I'm trying to switch the cat to a different food, in case his neurotic

fur-licking is allergy-related, and he's not really having it. He

scooted right down to the basement this morning and laid a thin

chunkless vomity sheen on the carpet, twice. As I reported to my

boyfriend, I'm pretty proud of the cat for barfing downstairs. Which

reminds me that I should go initiate the second phase of barf cleanup,

now that the soaking phase is over. Bleah.

I'm selling a truly odd assortment of things on E-bay this week.

Thrifters, you may feel me on this one: sometimes at a thrift store it

is very evident to me that a lot of what I'm drawn to came from one

person's closet, which is both cool and strange--stranger still when

the clothes fit like they were made for me. This week's motherlode at

Goodwill by-the-pound was tiny little sexy shoes from some petite

person who got rid of like 15 pairs of 70s disco relics. I haven't

listed them yet, because they need cleanup from years of storage, but

if you're a size 5-6 foot and you love big wooden soles on your shoes,

holla.

Also, I found Henry another tuxedo vest, in classic black. He's getting

it today.

I've been thinking a lot lately about sustainable style, which is a

term that gets kicked around in the Wardrobe Remix discussions, and is

part of the raison d'etre behind Wardrobe Refashion. I'm contemplating

taking the Wardrobe Refashion pledge during the next round (though I

really need to learn to sew properly before then). I am definitely

curtailing all non-thrift shopping these days. There just doesn't seem

to be any reason to buy more new stuff, when so much of it is so

cheaply made as to be disposable, and so cookie-cutter as to be totally

non-compelling to me. And I'm not interested in trends or even really

in fashion per se--I am interested in the personal style of regular

people, as well as some of the independent designs of entrepreneurial

artists and crafters.

I recently heard a speaker say (in a totally appropriate context) "How

will you live your life so as not to make a mockery of your values?" I

think this is basically the question most of us--those of us who are at

least a little bit conscientious, anyway--spend our lives trying to

answer. My move toward sustainable style is part of my answer to the

question at the moment. It sounds ludic even to say that, I realize,

when the concept of "personal style" is either totally foreign or a

gross luxury to much of the world. But I can defend it a little by

pointing out that my friend Dr. Dra decided to focus on her own version

of lookin good in the wake of being in Ghana, where people--po' people,

you recognize--always dress up.

Anyway. The life/values thing is also part of the reason why I continue

to cobble my living together in this crazy way that allows me to teach

and perform a little and get this gotdamn degree done. And it's why I

have so much respect for people who are making their own way

freelancing or doing contract work or starting online businesses or

whatever, because they are integrating their values with their work in

a way that makes sense to me. But I ALSO have respect for people who

are slogging away at jobs that they don't like because they know those

jobs give them the security to enjoy the other things that are

important to them. As Elyse Sewell pointed out last week,"the world is

full of dudes, and we are all just trying to rock as hard as we can."

You better be good to me,
Maven.

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Gravatar I think blogging beats cold cat love as a thesis-evasion.

Because you're revving up your mind! (That's what I used to tell myself

in college when I procrastinated by playing game after game of Tetris.)
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And, no shit, it went from 10 below last week to 68 today in Denver.

Good stuff. I like being privy to the procrastination.
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At 02/15/2007 on 10:42 p.m.

today was a pretty interesting day.

too sleepy to stay home, and too bored to go to school.

strange, but different..

in a good way.

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what more do you fucking want?
At 02/15/2007 on 9:35 p.m.

for all the people who have labeled me a douchebag over the past couple

of years:

today i helped not 1, not 2, but three people get their cars out of the

ice and snow.

so there, what more do you fucking want from me?

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No. I'm stalking YOU.

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I have a date with a semi-stranger

I have a date tonight with my husband. He is hoping for a nice evening

out away from the kids, some quality time together to recharge.

And I am hoping for him to get just lit enough to be able to fuck all

night.

Plus that other shit, too. Time together and romantic lollipops with

unicorns and happiness dancing in the cloud.

But mainly, I want it to result in the kind of hot sex you have when

you never get to go out together and then when you do, you almost don't

know who the other person is outside of the regular element, so it's

like being on an ACTUAL date, which is way hotter than, say, eating

meatloaf muffins at home and then falling asleep during Criminal Minds,

so you come home after that with this underlying feeling of being with

someone a little different and it makes you want to be the jockey on

his thoroughbred, ya dig?

I'm sure there's some kind of fancy-shmancy psychology behind it all,

but I like to call it Special Fuck Night. It's more fun than regular

Fuck Night since it involves a good meal I don't have to cook and it's

also on a Friday.

Plus everyone knows Fuck Night is on Saturday. It's going to blow the

top of my head off, I just know it. We've abstained from sex since Fuck

Night last week. And by abstained, I definitely mean my husband didn't

put out AT ALL. Stingy bastard.

I have to drive Michael to school today. We negotiated a deal to get

him to stop giving me such a hard time about going to school. My end of

the deal is to drive him to school on Monday and one other day of his

choosing in order to give him the extra 30 minutes of sleep.

Little does he realize, I was already doing that most of the time since

he was giving me such a hard time about getting up. So now I still do

it, only I'm not mad and he thinks this is a great incentive and hasn't

given me a lick of shit.

Mwahahahahahaaaaa! I call it Devious Parenting. I'll be taking orders

for my book, Trick Them Into Complacency: Who Needs Ridlin?

I'm kidding. I'm not writing a book that has no sex scenes in it.

6:23 AM - February 16, 2007

                                                 
                  Your needs for further communication
                  are sinking into me
                  like needles into a pincushion.

I am a pirat
on love´s sea,
claiming your heart with a stake,

cause I love doing that.

Your melancholy thoughts
are building walls to a basin
  
for me.

At your vulnerability I shudder,
I´m writing to you and I feel important.
                                 
One look at you makes me feel precious,
the tips of your hair make me dance.