The Debates

Like every other blogger in the blogverse I'm going to comment on the debates, but only briefly. I was at work today and we were discussing the debates tonight and my coworkers said they were going to watch. I said I wasn't. I only have 2 choices. I know who I am going to vote for. These won't change my opinion. I can't vote for Bush because the war notwithstanding, I can't vote for a man who would try to limit my reproductive rights and who would actually propose and put through an amendment stating that marriage was between a woman and a man only. Jesus! There's a war on and over 1000 of our troops have died and who is fucking whom is a big deal to him? Hell, I'd vote for Mickey Mouse before George Bush. (Maybe that's not too big a statement since I do consider Mickey to be the son in my holy trinity) I started watching the debates anyway. Sometimes I think I should make an attmpt to be politically knowledgable, but I switched them off. As they kept going on about who said what about what I thought what is this high school? Tell me why YOU should be president, not why your opponent shouldn't be president. I do realize the debates allow the candidates to clarify certain points and to clear up any 'this is what I say but this is what I did incidents.' And I do realize that this allows the 'tough' questions to be asked and hypothetically not dodged as opposed to the sound bites and statements that get released to the press. But seriously, not going to change my mind.

Living Alone...

Last night I finished Angels & Demons by Dan Brown. It was a great book, but it scared me a little. It was like midnight (I finished it at 1:30) and I had to get up to go to the bathroom and I was all nervous about entering the dark hall to the bathroom. I'm a weirdo I know.

Am I turning into one of my parents?

So you know how sometimes you're doing something and all of a sudden you think 'Crap! When did I turn into my mother?' This has happened to me twice recently. I'm a little terrified about what that means...

1 - Twice a week I cook a bigger dinner and save the leftovers for lunch for 2 days. Recently, I had a chicken & rice concoction that was way too salty. The whole time I ate it (BOTH DAYS!) for lunch I kept thinking, damn this is too salty. This is SOOO my father. Once when I was little my sister went through a phase where she thought salt cooled things so she would POUR salt on everything. For some reason she poured a shitload of salt into tuna. It was inedible. My father ate it rather than waste the food.

2 - This one, even more recent. Today while working on some papers at work, I was poured over them and my glasses kept falling off so I just took them off and worked sans glasses. My mother used to do that all the time when she was concentrating hard. I'm terrified... simply terrified!

In other news, I LOVE the Eddie episodes of Friends. The guy kills me.

Art Imitates Life?

So earlier today Michelle & I were discussing herpes of the eye. This evening, while watching an eye drop commercial, they mentioned that the drops were not to be used if you have eye herpes. How does one get eye herpes? Actually, really, I do not want to know the machinations involved in this.

I think this fits...

Your distinct personality, The Dreamer-Minstrel might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. You can always see the "Silver Lining" to every dark and dreary cloud. Look at the bright side is your motto and understanding why everything happens for the best is your goal. You are the positive optimist of the world who provides the hope for all humankind. There is nothing so terrible that you can not find some good within it. On the positive side, you are spontaneous, charismatic, idealistic and empathic. On the negative side, you may be a sentimental dreamer who is emotionally impractical. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today's corporate kingdoms.

I found this courtesy of Kingdomality.

This morning

Two things I discovered this morning when I got up.

1 - I can't completely bend or straighten the elbow... I get close and in extreme pain. Made washing my hair and face difficult. Don't get me started on hooking the damn bra strap. I had to do it like when I first started wearing bras, hook in front then turn it to be proper. Bending the arm to get it into the strap, also not fun.

2 - I do not like white rice bread. I think the bread I tried and didn't hate was tapioca bread. White rice bread still foams in your mouth like I remember it doing all those years ago. I actually spit the bite from this morning into a napkin then into the trash. Damn.

OUCH!

Dammit I fell down the stairs after work today! AND in front of 4 students. AND I'm in pain. I skipped the bottom step and stepped on my ankle instead of my foot and fell on my wrist. I think I have weak ankles. Any tips on how to strengthen them dear readers?

Stalking tip 1

So in my effort to become both a stalker and then ultimately a psycho ex girlfriend (provided the stalking works), I think I'm going to set out some tips to be a successful stalker. (Which I am not yet). So the first stalking tip (in no particular order, just as I discover them)...

Select a victim with a unique name. That way when you google him or her (which is essential to successful stalking I believe... if you can find their weblog that's paydirt!) you can find the one you are looking for. Jane or John Anderson, there's like a million of them. Jane or John Holsenfefferson... not so many.

Obey me!

That's what the t-shirt I'm currently wearing says. The reaction I get is kind of funny. I volunteered at life long aids alliance's aidswalk 2004. I was a course monitor which meant basically I stood by and watched all the walkers and kept them going the right direction. Since I was pretty much at the end all I really did was greet them and cheer them which I found to be totally fun!

I was trying to wash dishes today and the fucking sink was not draining so I had to field trip to buy some Draino. Two things about this field trip... 1 - Fucking Madison closes at some ridiculously early hour which means that my walk up there was a total waste of time. 2 - There is this beautiful antique firehouse that has been rebuilt into condos. There was a for sale sign in front of the building. Out of idle curiosity, I looked at the little flier. $516,000! This was a 1 bedroom condo. Not a palace. Although, from what I can see of the condos they look like palaces, high ceilings, courtyard, and apparently 2 parking spaces each (although I don't honestly know where). There's another building, modern and high risey that has condos for only like 180k. sheesh.

Home buyer seminar

So I attended a home buyer seminar today. It was actually really interesting. I learned a lot on how to pick an agent and about the lender and the GFE (good faith estimate). I also learned that for the amount I can pay currently in mortgage, I'm screwed. :) I won't be able to live here. I have to hope for more $$ in a job and then I can afford to buy here downtown. Or out of town but buy a car, I don't really want to have to commute though. Plus there's the home buying expenses you don't think of, like a refridgerator. But then again, I knew that I wouldn't really be thinking of buying right now it was more for information. I have about 11 months left on my new lease. Maybe by the spring my boss will finally cave and quit and I can have her job and her money and afford higher mortgage payments.

I got home and of course there was nothing for me to eat at the seminar so I was STARVING. I got some tacos from my favorite taco place and ate. Then I took a longass nap. I was so freakin tired.

Tipsey BLog

So while I was walking home form the bar I was thinking of the top 10 ways to tell if you are drunk. They are (in no particular order because really I can't come up with one and I can't type worth shit so forgive me):

10. Infomercials make sense. Suddenly you realize that you really NEED that toaster pop up ronco thing. (I want a stridex pad because my face feels gross from sweat and smoke). This is also applicable if you are an insomniac. Infomercials make sense then.
9 - Emailing, calling or posting a missed connection on craigslist for a long lost ex seems like a brilliant thing.
8. You twirl your hair around your finger. (Obviously only applicable if you are a girl)
7. You LOVE everyone.
6 - Staggering. You realize you are doing it.
5) Standing up is REWALLy hard.
4. I was watching the stars as I was walking home and they were so pretty and they made me happy and I was walking with my head tilted back looking at the stars and they were so pretty.

SO now i've lost interest in the list so maybe that's the number one sign. I think i'm going to have a hagen dasz bar and some advil and some water and some soda pop and some bacon mmm bacon i love bacon. You know what else I love? My boys. I've missed them because I've not been out in over a month and so the 4 drinks (3 regualr and one shot) have really hit me a little bit hard so actualy another way to tell you aree drunk is when you start with the phrase "OMG I am so drunk right now" I love JOan of Arcadia.

Yum cute boys.

I think I was flirted with today... Thanks to the street fair not having any food I ended up in the student center. AGAIN. BUT while waiting in the very long line of only 2 registers to pay IT Workcrush got in line behind me. So we stood and chatted about places to eat and eating and all that and as we were finishing up paying he says. "Oh I could've gotten in line over there since I had cash and probably been done with my lunch by now, but then I wouldn't have been able to have this enjoyable chat with you." To which I replied something goofy like "And talking with me is far more entertaining than lunch" and he agreed and I blushed (probably) and stammered talk to you later. I'm such a girl. And he has amazing clear pale green eyes.

Today's Skirt

I'm wearing a skirt I love today. I love it mostly for the size it says on the tag. Strangely enough this is yet another size smaller, however, I've actually been able to wear this skirt for years so it isn't like a REAL size smaller. But still, the # on the tag is nice. I very very rarely wear skirts so this feels actually slightly weird to me. There's a lot of air movement that I'm not used to. It must be like wearing boxers for guys. :) I'm also wearing a sweater that I like a lot. It is totally soft, and for some reason makes my big boobies look even bigger. This is a decent clothes day. AND I worked out. AND I've gotten used to the weird GF bread because I eat it every morning as a toasted peanut butter sandwich so my cracker crisis is apparently over. AND I called our student worker at 5:45 like he asked me to... he even claimed he was going to the gym too. Not only did that not happen, but he is late to work again. hee hee hee. What a great morning!

Borrowed from Michelle... Am I mental?

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Moderate
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

Paranoid
Paranoid personality disorder is characterized by a distrust of others and a constant suspicion that people around you have sinister motives. People with this disorder tend to have excessive trust in their own knowledge and abilities and usually avoid close relationships with others. They search for hidden meanings in everything and read hostile intentions into the actions of others. They are quick to challenge the loyalties of friends and loved ones and often appear cold and distant to others. They usually shift blame to others and tend to carry long grudges.

Schizotypal
Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.

Avoidant
Avoidant personality disorder is characterized by extreme social anxiety. People with this disorder often feel inadequate, avoid social situations, and seek out jobs with little contact with others. They are fearful of being rejected and worry about embarassing themselves in front of others. They exaggerate the potential difficulties of new situations to rationalize avoiding them. Often, they will create fantasy worlds to substitute for the real one. Unlike schizoid personality disorder, avoidant people yearn for social relations yet feel they are unable to obtain them. They are frequently depressed and have low self-confidence.

In answer to Michelle's comment... I can see myself in pieces of these, but the questions were so yes/no where I kept thinking...sometimes but not always. Or occassionally. I can see that I have grown a lot because in high school, I was definitely avoidant, but I force myself to try new situations with my "What's the worst that can happen, I die?" theory.

Different things..

I have had a lot of different things dancing around in my head lately, and was going to post about one of them last night but self censored and changed my mind, but now I think I'm going to change my mind again. (What me indecisive??)

Sometimes I have to remind myself that all things considered my life is pretty good. I have a job I really like. I live in an apartment I like in a neighborhood I like. I have money enough to eat fairly well. I'm not living on ramen, Kraft Mac & Cheese and hamburger. (Which I couldn't anyway but you know what I mean). So last night while watching Love Actually, I realized I was feeling a little bit sad and lonely. And quite honestly Love Actually is a bad movie for that realization. :) But since I was about 1/2 way through I kept watching until the end. I spend a great deal of time alone. And by great deal, I mean almost all the time when I'm not out volunteering or out on the odd night with V (which have drastically cut down since I can't afford to float his and my own alcohol bill and since I get up at 5 to go to the gym and he is just leaving to go out at like 9 PM). This is not that different, though, from who I usually am. When I lived in AZ, I had NO friends and just worked 2 jobs. After Michelle moved out when I lived in CA, I spent a lot of time alone with the odd night or afternoon out with Michelle and sometimes Michelle's family. I had roommates then so sometimes Missy and I hung out but after she started dating the geriatric boyfriend (now husband) I saw less of her. I have a terribly difficult time making friends. I'm painfully shy (this may come as a shock I know but in groups of people I get very quiet). Satan once called me a weird kid, and in a way he's right. And I'm actually okay with that. Just like I'm mostly okay with being alone, but sometimes... just once in a while, it would be nice to have a chest to lean on while we watch a movie or a hand to hold while crossing the street. I read an article recently on MSN written by a woman in her 50's who is completely content being single. For the most part I am too. It gives me a freedom that I know my married friends don't have. At the same time they have a whole lot of what I don't have. :) Which is why I try to not compare our lives too much. It is just sometimes... which brings us to the obvious question... what to do about it? That I don't know... Just keep plugging along I suppose. Michelle's answer will be... Move back to California. :)

Whoops!

I pride myself on being excellent with names & faces. Usually I can remember a person I've met only once (you know as long as it wasn't once when I was like 8) and can probably tell you where I met them. I'm freakish like that. Of course I can't remember this entire month to call my bank and activate my new ATM card which expires in 10 days. So imagine my embarrassment when a faculty member came in and asked a question and I answered it and made some comment about his new baby. He's not the faculty I was thinking of... not at all. Luckily he has a 2 year old and my joke was about standing in the really long financial aid line just outside my office and how he has a few years before he will have to do that so it was really only a gaffe in my own mind. Whoops. :)

Welcome to the club...

I believed Michelle had the good sense to skip work on her big 30th birthday so...


HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY MICHELLE! :) (A present will be coming... no really, i'm not kidding... seriously...) :D

Dream

I was going to post my dream this morning but it was just so terrible I don't even want to think about it again. Another crying dream so I guess my soul is grieving again. Whatever. :)

Good morning = Bad afternoon??

Dammit! This started out to be a fabulous day! I got my laundry done, redyed my blue shirt a very nice shade of blue and spent some of this morning sitting on the sofa watching TV. Then I wandered down to the library and got what I needed. My last field trip was to the old Fred Meyer (which is being remodelled into a new QFC) to get crackers because I'm all out. I wander around the Broadway Market looking for the enterence because apparently it moved. Yup it did and almost ALL of the Fred Meyer is closed so no crackers there. :( I try QFC across the road. No crackers :( Then I field trip up to Madison Coop. To get there I have to walk up a hill steep like this... / I hate coops. I hate rock & twig stores. They have crazy things like vegetarian dog food. Dogs aren't supposed to be vegetarian! Now for some reason I thought THEY would have my crackers and pizza mix. No dice. Fuckers. Now I've wandered all over town looking for something that apparently I can't find on the hill. Then on the bus home... my driver didn't stop at my stop and I had to walk extra. All these are minor bothers at best I realize...

Saturday Recap

Son of a bitch... I just did this whole long post and it got eaten by blogger...

Once upon a time I posted how one of the greatest showers ever is the shower after you've been camping and you smell of woodsmoke and outdoors and somewhat of BO. You're usually cold and tired and your body aches from sleeping on the ground... I've found a shower almost equally as wonderful. The shower after you've spent the day volunteering and doing some sort of really physical labor. Today was the King County Day of Caring in conjunction with the United Way. Students in Freshman Orientation are required to spend the day in service to one of a variety of United Way agencies. They are put into groups and a leader was assigned. Yours truly was the leader for a group of 15 freshmen and I had 1 orientation advisor as my helper. We were sent to the Emergency Operation Center which is an agency that provides food, and clothing to needy families across King County. Yesterday was their harvest day and so 800 families came in and received produce and groceries. I can't even imagine what that must've been like. As a result, there was a lot of clean up that had to happen. So there were 12 of the 17 outside sweeping the parking lot, breaking down boxes and shoveling rotten fruit into dumpsters headed for compost (I hope). The other 5 were inside sorting baby clothes. After lunch, we swapped out some of the indoor folks to come outside. We finished crushing boxes and sweeping and washing the parking lot. We also bagged bulk bags of food into smaller bags of food and bulk boxes of pears into smaller boxes. It was exhausting but I think we came away feeling pretty good about doing it. A couple (ok many) of my girls in the group were fairly hesitant about getting in there and getting dirty, but once we got going it seemed to be a little better. We talked a lot about where they were from and why Seattle and all that. Four of the kids in the group were from Hawaii. I found that kind of funny. All in all it was a fairly successful outing and I think I'll do it again next year. Next week I think I'm doing the Aids Walk. I only signed up for it (and you can laugh it is okay) because Allison Arngrem (aka Nellie Olsen) will be there. I'm a geek I know it.

When I got home, I took a nap then said shower. It was wonderful. I also had taken out a roast for dinner that I had marinating in a little chili oil, sherry, pepper, garlic and a couple dashes of apple juice. It tasted much better than it probably sounds, except... I hadn't let it thaw enough before cooking and so the inside was still frozen when I cut it open. :D Now I'm settled in comfy clothes watching the Apprentice which I missed last week. I have to say, I love the boys' team. I love that they originally took some of their profits and donated it to the Leukemia & Lymphoma society. So it was a marketing ploy, who cares, the charity got $$. I loved it even more when at the end of the results portion, they asked DT if he would donate the rest of their profits to the society and DT said yes. I'm weepy I admit it... it made me tear up a little. And I love that they chose that group because Kevin's brother had it.

From the random memories collection...

When I was a little girl, I used to hear the blood pound in my ears sometimes and it always scared me. It sounded to my mind like soldiers marching. Why did this come up?? The blood was just pulsing in my ears... I also used to think that when I had nightmares if I touched my nose it was like turning the channel on the TV dial (yes back then we didn't have remotes, but I had to walk across the room and turn the dial.). Sometimes the nightmare wouldn't go away so I would keep touching my nose until I would fall back asleep. I also used to jump really far away from my bed into the hallway because I was positive there were monsters under my bed. Then I would make a running leap onto my bed so they couldn't grab my feet.

Popsicles are good.

I am a big fan of the 'next blog' button, except I keep coming across all these teenybopper blogs. Written by young girls (usually) because they are pink and white with flowers and faeries and hearts and all sorts of other crap. The other annoying part... these kids use random capitalizations. What is that? Anyone?? Tonight's random blogging also gave me a lot of results from Singaporean bloggers. I wonder what the mechanism is that gives us the next random blog... I got the same one twice in like an hour. Oh... the other annoying thing, I keep ending up with these blogs that have things attached that want to download crap. So I say no. Then it says can't go on until you say yes. Well hell no I won't go so it gets stuck. Bastards. :)

I'm sleepy. I've started getting up at 5:00 so that I can spend 15 minutes lying in bed trying to convince myself to get up to go to the gym. Now that my gym buddy has quit, it will be even harder to keep convincing myself to go. It is sooooo nice and easy to just lie in bed. Plus it means I'm exhausted by like 9:30 - 10. Damn I'm an old lady...

Final thought, I'm volunteering at SU's day of caring tomorrow. I will be working with a team of students then we get together and talk about the experience I'm a little nervous about it.

Ok one final final thought... cute guy god(twop) and goth god(twop) from Joan of Arcadia are hot.

Support your small town whatever...

So I frequent this pet store near my house that is small and local and I try to support the small guys when I can. But the woman running it is making it more and more difficult. I was upset enough when the other pet store I frequent changed into one that only sells rock & twig food for dogs & cats only (so nothing ferrety there). The other shop usually had some of what I need. Last night I went in looking for 2 different specific types of treats (that I've gotten there before) and 2 different kinds of foods (again that I'd gotten there before). They had nothing I was looking for. I guess she is changing her stock around, but all she's really done is drive me to Petco.

ETA: Stupid Petco. I did my order online so I don't have to find a local petco and they are shipping it in bits and pieces...

Migraines

I hate them. Last night after work I had a terrible one. I tried napping at like 7ish to try to feel better. No dice. I woke up at 8ish and decided to cook dinner. Just standing made my head want to explode. I won't even go into the waves of nausea as I browned ground beef for my spaghetti. I kept thinking that if I just ate I'd feel better. Nope. Finally got dinner cooked took 2 bites and went no more... gave up at 9ish and went to bed. Missed the apprentice and the. best. boardroom. ever! I'll catch it on Sat. I feel so much better this morning. I love feeling better when I had felt poorly.

grr...

Seriously... my boss only works 2 days a week now. She can't be on time one of the 2 days she works? How long must this go on?!?!?! (hee if you don't put the space between go and on it is goon...)

Vote!

Today was WA state's primary elections. (Maybe it is that way for every state I don't really know... nor do I really care). This was the first year of closed primaries. (I believe that is the correct term). This year, we have to pick a party and then vote based on the party we've chosen. So since I'm mostly a democrat (big honking surprise there) I had to go with the democrat ticket, even though I may support some random libertarian candidate. There are a lot of people upset with this change, but I honestly don't know if this changes anything for me at all. My voting tends to follow along certain lines. Usually I like to do a lot of research, consult the guide and all that. Today I almost forgot that it was election day. I'm glad I remembered because I would've been pissed if I had failed to vote for such a stupidass reason. I didn't have enough time to really research, though. So I read what I could and then voted along these bizarre rules... since this was the primary I already knew I was voting democrat ticket. So as I read through each candidate if they were endorsed by someone I supported then I went with that person, I was also using the Seattle PI as a guide, I don't know why. If I don't have that option, then I vote for a woman. No women... I just guess randomly. Or you know... vote for the hottest one. Is that a bad way?? :)

My big boss...

I really like him. I want him to be my regular boss instead of having middle boss between us. (That's my way of saying why won't middle boss just quit already?! Although I will say that it has been nice having her in the office because I didn't realize how starved for conversation I was until she was back on Thursday & Friday...) Anyway, I had faculty orientation today where I had to talk to a bunch of new faculty about their benefits. I was a tiny bit nervous, although I don't know why I do this all the time (but with staff only not faculty), but I was even more nervous because big boss was in the meeting too. He's never seen me give one of these talks. I like him but I am neurotic, so I automatically assume that people will tell me I'm doing badly. (If you had my mother, my boss at Homestore and my boss at the casino you would know I come by this honestly and it isn't just my imagination...). Anyway, after we were talking about the meeting and he was full of praise. He said that I do just the high level benefits talk without dragging out into minutae. I keep the pace going quickly so that it doesn't feel like it drags forever. It was just very nice to hear that because I get so nervous. :) He talked a little bit in the meeting about sexual harrassment which one faculty wrote down as sexual assault training. That made me chuckle a bit.

Gym...

So I skipped the gym for like the last 2 weeks. The first week because I was so damn sick and part of last week the same reason. Then I skipped the rest of the week just because. :) And I skipped yesterday. This morning I finally hauled my ass out of bed and got there. It was rough.

The things I don't miss about the gym:
1 - It is HOT in there. Ridiculously so.
2 - Eastern European Swimming Women discussing swimming in the locker room.

The things I did miss:
1 - I feel almost ashamed to admit this, but I do feel better when I go. I feel more awake and alive.
2 - The showers are SOO much better than my shower at home.
3 - Once I'm actually there, I like working out. Yikes... what have I turned into??

Accomplishing things...

So now that I'm at an age where I THINK I should have my shit together and yet I still don't. (Sigh). I am noticing much more people who are my age or younger who do have their shit together. And I know people are all different and they probably didn't spend a year taking care of sick family blah blah blah. This accomplishment thing becomes so much more clear to me when I look at some of our new faculty... who are my age. This means that not only do they have their shit together, but they managed to get it together enough to do a graduate degree AND find an employer crazy enough to hire them to teach whatever they are graduate degreed in. They do have to keep up writing and all that crap, profound papers that some crazy journal actually prints. Of course, some of them, I look at their salaries and want to laugh my ass off. It frightens me that people with master's make less than I do, but such is the life of a fine arts person or an english prof. For future reference, Law profs & business profs. That's where the big $$ are. Some science profs fall into that catagory too, but more obscure science I think. Can you teach rocket science... big $$ generic bio... not so much.

Another 'Friends' Dream

So here's another dream, starring people from Friends. That's beginning to get weird I think. In my dream I was living at a church that was partially in a cave and partially made out of mud. Chandler was the pastor of the church and Monica was his wife. At one point I was walking in the main church area (I don't know the word but I'm sure there is one) and stood before the alter which was made of wood. (Again I'm dead inside?) The church was cool, since it was in a cave/mud dwelling. The walls were a sort of black shiny stone, like being inside of obsidian. My room was in back in a little sub cave. It had a very basic bed against the wall. Baxter was there and some random other ferret that joined us and decided to be part of our family. I tried to catch this other ferret but couldn't. I couldn't figure out how it had gotten in.

Dreammoods...

Church: To dream that you are in a church, suggests that you are seeking for some spiritual enlightenment and guidance. You are looking to be uplifted in some way. Perhaps you have made some mistakes in the past which have set you back on your path toward your goals. With proper support, you will get on the right track again. Alternatively, it may also mean that you are questioning and debating your life path and where it is leading. You are reevaluating what you want to do.

Cave: To dream that you are walking in a dark cave, signifies refuge or the unconscious mind. It also denotes that you experience some unexpected misfortune or disagreement.

Black: Black symbolizes the unknown, unconscious, danger, mystery, darkness, death, mourning, hate or malice.

If the feeling in the dream is one of joy, blackness could imply hidden spirituality and divine qualities.

Stone: To see stones in your dream, symbolizes strength, unity, and unyielding beliefs. Consider the common phrase "etched in stone" which suggest permanence and unchanging attitudes. Some stones also carry sacred and magical meanings. Alternatively, stones may relate to issues of moral judgment and/or guilt.

Obsidian: To see obsidian in your dream, suggests that you are well-grounded or that you need to be more grounded.

Altar: To see the altar in your dream, symbolizes that you are making a great personal sacrifice. You may also be expressing concerns about your spirituality.

Ferret: To see a ferret in your dream, symbolizes distrust and suspicion of others. The dream may also be a pun on searching.

Mud: To see mud in your dream, suggests that you are involved in a messy and sticky situation. It also suggests that some internal cleansing is needed.

Hmmm... again with the churches and all that.

Tears?? There's no crying in blogging.

So I'm sitting here IMing 2 different folks. And one of them told me that he was hunting and got a moose calf. For some reason, this totally made me cry. I don't know that it was the specific moose calf death that caused it, probably just something I needed to do but it was unusual anyway. I've had a stupid headache most of the afternoon. I'm attributing my tears to that.

Earlier today I went to the Seattle Center. They had the WTC memorial quilt on display there. It was beautiful... It was done in segments so that ultimately it could be tied together but it was just hanging. Some of the quilting done was so interesting. One person had quilted Liberty Bells into the whole thing. Another, the words of America the Beautiful. They gave us plastic gloves to wear if we wanted to touch it at all so the oils of our fingers (repeatedly I guess) wouldn't damage it.

Finally, I'm almost embarrassed to admit this, but Nick Lachey looked pretty hot guest starring on Charmed tonight. Since he was acting, he wasn't being the asshat you sometimes see on his show.

Shortness & Random memory

I was just sitting here watching Trading Spaces when a phrase in a voice I haven't heard in a while entered into my head. (Damn that sounds like I'm a little MPD but I'm not, I'm completely saneish) I used to have this client at the group home I worked at in AZ who didn't have a lot of verbal skills. That was actually one of the things we worked on. She was THE stereotype of a developmentally disabled person because she really was happy and easy going much of the time. (Although she did have this habit when stressed of biting her hand so she had these enormous calluses on her hands because of this). When she'd get really excited, she'd lose pretty much all her other words and just say "Happy. Happy." For some reason her little voice saying "Happy, Happy" just popped into my head. Another phrase she used frequently... Me you walk? She loved to walk around the neighborhood so this was a constant request.

I'm 5'7" tall. This is not necessarily short but definitely isn't tall. I suppose I would be average height. I was at QFC today grocery shopping and I wanted this pizza sauce. It was on the top shelf and way back. I kept trying to stand on tippy toe to reach it. At least 3 tall guys walked past me. Did any of them offer to help a poor gal reach? No, buttheads. Finally I had to buy a different brand which I've never tried before and it was pretty good.

Last time...

You know, you never think that something you've done may be the last time you've done it. Like the last time you have sex with a now ex. This morning I had French Toast. It was the first time I've had French toast since before I was diagnosed back in 96ish. While at QFC I gave into the temptation to buy EnerG Tapioca Bread. The last time I tried GF bread from EnerG foods was back in 96 when I was first diagnosed and it was disgusting. It's been 8 years, by now I've forgotten what real bread tastes like (not really), I figured I'd try it again. I made French Toast this morning, and it reminded me of when I tried the gross bread way back in 96. My friend Kate & I spit it out because it was gross, but our other friend Katie ate it. Then I remembered she ate the cold Hamburger Helper out of my fridge that was left over and that I could no longer eat. That's when it hit me. The last Glutenfull meal I ate was Hamburger Helper? Damn. If I had known it would've been the last time I would eat products with wheat, I would've made it count. It would've been pizza with cake and biscuits and cookie dough icecream and probably donuts for good measure. :) Hamburger helper, bleh.

Latest Dream from Michelle

I was on The Apprentice. A tall chick was the project manager for the task. She and I were the only contestants on the task, and we had a bunch of people working for us who were a mix of paid laborers and prison laborers. The paid laborers were in red surgical scrubs. The prison laborers had on scrubs, too, but only their pants were red. Their shirts were prison orange.

All of our workers started filing in from the parking lot. The place where we were was a giant courtyard with a big brick wall separating it from the parking lot. It had a large opening for the entrance. As the workers started entering the couryard, I told the project manager that we needed to get someone on cracking the code. A prisoner overheard and volunteered, saying that he used to be a hacker. The prisoner in my dream was actually a guy who was just hired as a new director on my team, reporting to my medium boss. The project manager handed the prisoner a laptop and asked him to get on it. I didn't think that was a good idea, but she insisted.

The prisoner sat down outside the brick wall and got to work. The project manager and I went inside to get the other workers started. I took out a laptop and checked on what the hacker prisoner was doing. I saw that he had already cracked the code and busted through the firewall, so I quickly shut him out of the system. (I so don't know how to do that in real life. I barely know what I am talking about.) Then I saw that he had already contacted somebody to come get him and that he had ordered plane tickets. I shut him down completely and told the project manager. We rushed out to where the hacker prisoner was to stop him, but he was already in the driver's seat of a convertible with a girl in the passenger seat. As he drove away, he reached out his hand and snagged the gun of an armed guard standing nearby. Donald Trump yelled at the project manager for letting a known hacker have access to a computer and escape.

Interpretations, anyone? What dreammoods.com says:
TV Dream: Your dream may indicate that you are avoiding responsibility for a situation or refusing to acknowledge your role in it. Being in a television show where you are being told what to do and how to act, implies that you are taking a more passive stance and removing all culpability. You may also be attributing responsibility or blame to someone else.

Red: Red is an indication of raw energy, force, vigor, intense passion, aggression, power, courage and passion. The color red has deep emotional and spiritual connotations. Red is also the color of danger, shame, sexual impulses and urges. Perhaps you need to stop and think about your actions.

Orange: Orange denotes friendliness, courtesy, lively, sociability, and an out-going nature. You may want to expand your horizons and look into new interests.

Convict: To see a convict in your dream, indicates that  an aspect of yourself is unable to freely express itself.

Man: If the man is known to you, then the dream may reflect you feelings and concerns you have about him. [My first impressions of this guy are that he might be full of himself, is overly proud of his director title and, according to his officemate, who is one of my office pals, the new guy is not friendly.]

Parking Lot: To dream that you are in parking lot, suggests that you need to slow down and take some time to relax from your daily activities.

Walls: To see a wall in your dream, signifies limitations. obstacles and boundaries. There is a barrier obstructing your progress. You may have been accustomed to your old habits and way of thinking.

Computer: To see a computer in your dream, symbolizes technology, information, and modern life.  New areas of opportunities are being opened to you. Alternatively, computers also represent a lack of individuality and non expression of emotions and feelings. Too often you are just going along with the flow, without voicing your own opinions and views. You may also feel a depreciated sense of superiority.

Convertible: To see or dream that you are in a convertible, refers to your glamorous attitude. You are showing off your power and influence. [But it wasn't me, it was the convict.]

Fame: To dream that you have fame, denotes unrealized achievements and disappointed aspirations. It suggests your need to be admired by those around you. To see famous people in your dream, signifies an increase to your prosperity and honor.

Camp

Once upon a time I was a camp counselor. I did this for 6 years in Alaska & Arizona. All for Girsl Scouts. For two of those years, Michelle was at camp with me. One fine day I was in the arts & crafts cabin with my unit. We were sitting on the floor working with plastic canvas when I uttered what is probably Michelle's most favorite quote from me ever. One little girl was asking another little girl what she was making. She didn't say it in the fashion of "Oh that's interesting what is it?" It was more along the "WTF are you doing there crazy?" My response... "Why does it have to be anything? Why can't it just be art?" I was dead serious. Michelle, (and the other counselors in the building at the time) removed herself from the area and busted up laughing. It has now become one of those phrases that we use periodically and just crack up. She just IM'd it to me and it made me smile and feel a little wistful. Sasquatch. Sigh.

Boobies

Yes folks, a post about boobies. :) The book I'm STILL reading (I know I know it's been a while since I started it and I'm really not THAT slow a reader), Fat Girl's Guide to life has pointed out an interesting phenomenon. (Yes despite my claim that I'm a size 2 in a previous post, I haven't seen a size 2 since I WAS 2. I am far from a perfect size 2, but if I won't tell my own mother my real size, you think I'll tell a bunch of relative strangers?). Anyway, the book claims that something like 90% of the cosmetic surgeons in this country are men but something like 80% of cosmetic surgery recipients are women. She talks a lot about how men are surrounded by ideals yet women are much more forgiving. Blah blah blah... Not really my point. Going back to the thought on hand, boobies. Michelle (of Peeves & Botheration fame) asked me recently if I lost a lot of weight and the boobs went with the rest (as they are wont to do when a person loses weight) and I had the cash, would I reaugment my boobies. Right now I have relatively big boobies. As Rosie O'Donnell points out in Beautiful Girls, God is a fair guy. Big girls get big boobies and skinny girls get little boobies, hence skinny girls with big boobies are either fake boobies or a genetic anomaly. So, theoretically, if I were to lose a lot of weight and get down to a nice normal size 10, boobage would go with it. This would make me sad on one hand because I like having big boobies. On the other, I would be skinny so would that be enough to compensate? I don't know. To me it is a moot point because I doubt I'll ever get down to a nice size 10 (and boys who have weird delusions about weight and girl's size I'll give you this... my roommate in CA was tall and willowy. She had a great body. A guy in GNC once commented to her that he wanted his girlfriend to have a body like hers and what was she 125 lbs? She replied with a very nice, no try 152. She wore a size 8/10. My mother was, before she stopped smoking, 5/7 and never past 120 lbs. She wore a 'nearly A' bra and was emaciated), but the point of this whole long post about weight and size etc is that if by some freak chance or disease I lost a bunch of weight including in boobies would I get augmentation? Probably not. I may try Saw Palmetto though. Michelle's little sister swears by it and she has big boobies.

I'm So Wrong...

I'm sitting here in my office waiting for my boss to return from her mat leave hoping she had some sort of panic attack in her car on the way to work and has finally realized she CAN'T come back and leave her precious baby at home.

Yet another dream

Apparently I shouldn't have mentioned Phoebe in a recent post because my latest dream had her in it. It was really vivid and I remember it startlingly well. She and I were joining these 2 guys for lunch at an expensive buffet. We were at our seats at the table when Phoebe and guy 1 left for a while. Guy 2 and I waited and waited and waited... and they never returned. Slowly fancy buffet went back to its regular business of being a mortgage company and we finally went and got the bill intending to find Phoebe and guy 1 later to get our money back. On the bill we discovered where Phoebe and Guy 1 were when we discovered a charge for the 'sex room' and a cashmere I love you bear. Phoebe and guy 1 return and they give us the money for their share of the bill. Somehow I end up dating Guy 2. He looks really familiar to me, although I don't know why. He is a very bad dream kisser. :) Then I end up buying white van. I am very pleased with this van until someone comes along and is looking at it and they tell me that they would've only spent 400.00 for it and I spent 6000.00 for it. I was very disappointed. According to dreammoods some of the highlights:

Restaurant: To dream that you are in a restaurant, suggests that you are feeling overwhelmed by decisions/choices that you need to make in your life. Alternatively, it indicates that you are seeking for emotional nourishment outside of your social support system.

Woman: To see a woman in your dream, represents nurturance, passivity, caring nature, and love. It refers to your own female aspects or may also represent your mother. Alternatively, it may indicate temptation and guilt. If you know the woman, then it may symbolize the concerns and feelings you have about her.

Man: To see a man in your dream, denotes the masculine aspect of yourself - the side that is assertive, rational, aggressive, and/or competitive. If the man is known to you, then the dream may reflect you feelings and concerns you have about him.

If you are a woman and dream that you are in the arms of a man, suggests that you are accepting and welcoming your stronger assertive personality . It may also highlight your desires to be in a relationship and your image of the ideal man.

Van: To see or drive a van in your dream, symbolizes convenience and/or practicality. Consider the load that you are carrying and what you can handle. Don't stress yourself out.

White: To see or drive a van in your dream, symbolizes convenience and/or practicality. Consider the load that you are carrying and what you can handle. Don't stress yourself out.

Kiss: To dream of a kiss, denotes love, affection, tranquility, harmony, and contentment. To see others kissing in your dream, suggests that you are too involved in their personal lives and relationship. You need to give them some space. If the dream ends just about you are about to kiss someone, indicates that you are unsure of how he or she really feels about you. You are looking for some sort of relationship with this person but you are not sure about how to go about achieving it. If you are heterosexual and you dream that you are kissing someone of the same sex, then it represents self-acceptance. You are acknowledging the feminine or masculine side.

Disappointment: To dream of disappointment, indicates real-life experiences of being continually disappointed. Such dreams often reflect repressed disappointments accumulated over a period of time. You dream serves as an emotional outlet which can provide ease of mind.

Hmmm... grown up?

As I sit here and eat a red, white and blue popsicle (which I currently love eating) I get a phone call that I thought was a typical telemarketer. Interestingly enough, it was, BUT with an actual useful product. Apparently there are a number of home loan programs here in WA for people trying to buy their first house where you can get low interest, no down payment loans and there are also grants for the closing costs to help with that too. I signed up for a seminar. I'll get a packet in the mail to be able to be sure this is all on the up and up. Thanks to the power of the internet, I've found the site for the group he was telling me about and it IS on the up and up. Once I attend this thing, I have up to 2 years to begin the process and get in under the programs. Who knows if I really would buy a house... The thought has crossed my mind periodically. Maybe it is one of those now that I'm getting older things. :) Usually, lately, though when I look at buying a house I think hmmm... they want how much for a down payment?? and I get paid How much?? Oh not happening and surf away from the page I was on. There are income guidelines, and I fear I actually qualify. The max house price, though is 280k. Are there homes in Seattle that sell for less than that??

Dream of this AM

So this morning I was dreaming that I was on a bus, like a city bus not a school bus, on my way to school. I kept getting hit by these big huge bags that people were carrying... they would walk off the bus and as they walked past me, they would hit me with the bag. When I finally got to my destination, it was inside a classroom (like I got off the bus directly into the classroom) and I sat down at one of those old school wooden desks. Then the phone rang and V woke me up and I could've killed him. According to dreammoods...

Bus: To dream that you are riding a bus, implies that you are going along with the crowd. You are lacking originality and are taking no control over where your life is taking.

Bus Driver: To see a bus driver in your dream, indicates leadership in some group idea or plan. It is symbolic of collective power. Alternatively, it suggests that you are going around in circles and have showed little progress.

Bags: To see a bag in your dream, represents the responsibilities that you carry. If the bag is ripped or torn, then it indicates that you are carrying a lot of burden.

Hit: To dream that you hit something or someone, is symbolic of unexpressed anger and aggression. You tend to keep your negative feelings inside instead of expressing them in a healthy way. (but I'm being hit so I don't know what this means although will freely admit that I keep negative feelings inside instead of expressing them in a healthy way).

Desk: To see or sit at your desk in your dream, suggests that you are evaluating and weighing your problems. It is indicative of self-exploration and discovery.

Wood: (Since the desk was very clearly wood) To dream of wood, suggests that you are feeling dead inside and emotionless. You may be behaving automatically and just going along with the flow. Or you may be acting out without fully thinking things through.

Great so I'm dead inside but just flowing along like the river...

Awww...

I just got an email with the subject exchange and I kept looking at it going, who? I don't know who this is. Then I opened it and discovered it was V's most recent ex. Poor kid. V really broke his heart. He didn't want to have to meet up with V to do the exchange of crapeth accumulated at each other's home during relationship. I've never had to do that. Sometimes I feel like Phoebe on Friends... I've never had a long term relationship... Should I panic about this or be optimistic that someday Paul Rudd will sweep me off my feet. :) AND... she was older than me when she met him... of course she is like a billion times hotter than me (and no that isn't false modesty where I expect you to say oh but you're...because just no...). My boss is fond of pointing out that Jesus didn't start his ministry until he was 30. Of course he was dead at 32 so there you go... something to look forward to. Is this a fall repeat of 30 angst? Am I trying to steal Michelle's 30 angst thunder?? Isn't it amazing how I can turn a post that started out to be about V and his most recent ex around to be all about me? :)

Random other note... I just finished part 2 of the bisexual stripper tape. Something was wrong with the recording and it was like listening to a 33 1/3 record played at 45 rpms. Strangely they were slow enough talkers that I could totally keep up and I think it actually sped up the transcribing process since 20 min = 1 hr or so and this 30 min tape took an hour and a half ... never mind on that note. :) But it did amuse me that Drew's questions were really quickly asked and he sounded like Alvin...

GAH!

So if I were a normal person this wouldn't frustrate the hell out of me, but things had been going so well today... So I went to the fabric store today and was totally excited because everything I wanted was on sale for the Labor Day holiday. I was very excited to pick up this stone gray fabric and a nice pattern. The patterns were on sale for 99 cents. I should've bought more of that pattern type but I figured I'm easing into this sewing thing. I got the fusable webbing needed for my tshirt quilt. Both the lights changed to let me catch the bus I needed so I wouldn't have to wait another 1/2 hr. I got tacos for lunch. Good day... So I get home and I start on my skirt. I'm very excited and figure that the perfect size 2 that I am, I can use the size 2 listed on the pattern. Here's where Joanne is not smart. Apparently the sizes on sewing patterns is not necessarily related to real life. I have put the 2 back pieces together and the front piece to one part of the back piece and figure I should double check. No dice. I have to rip out 1/2 the stitches on one side anyway, so I will pull all the stitches and try to make the seam much smaller and hope beyond hope... Otherwise... I'll be very sad. I have spent many hours today working on this and I loved the gray material and I would have to get yet another pattern because I've already cut off all the excess to make the size smaller. :( Good lesson I suppose. But disappointing.

Ross

Yesterday I subjected myself to Ross Dress For Less. For future reference if I ever think that a discount clothing store on a Saturday during Labor Day weekend, I should be shot. Huge lines... stupid Ross employee with shopping cart in the way... blah blah blah. On the good side, I bought 2 new pairs of jeans and 2 new packets of panties! Yippee for me. Other good side... down one pants size. You should've seen me doing a little dance of joy in the gross Ross fitting room. Like... not even down a pants size with tightness... Seriously down. a. pants. size! That'll keep me going to the gym (since I'm sure not too much else will.. :)).

Kazaa

So today I field tripped up to V's apartment with the intent of sharing music files with my 'friends'. V has DSL whilst I remain in the dark ages with dial up connection at home. Why do I need to pay the small fortune when computer geek upstairs has the whole set up and I can just carry Jakob (laptop yes he has a name, it is necessary to use it when he does something I don't like or to beg him to do something correctly.) upstairs and do it there. So today I go up and we make breakfast (mmm thick bacon and hashbrowns) and I do some downloading. I've never used Kazaa before, preferring Morpheus. I pulled Morpheus (and it's annoying ad server Gain) off sometime last year so I downloaded Kazaa (and it's annoying adserver Gain) today to see if it was any better. The answer... I don't know. The music that was recent that I tried to pull, Broken by Seether featuring Amy Lee of Evanesence and Maroon 5 did not download cleanly. Broken has a weird doorbell sound running through it, presumably to discourage illegal downloads. :) Two out of the 3 Maroon 5 tracks cut out mid way through the song. The 3rd Maroon 5 song I haven't listened to yet because it downloaded as a Window's Media File and the player & converter that came with my MP3 Player does not recognize Window's Media Files. The others that I downloaded, Fuel, Smile Empty Soul, The Rasmus and an obscure version of XTC's Dear God by Sarah McLachlan (which sums up fairly nicely my whole view on why I'm an athiest) all downloaded with no problem. Something Crazy by Franky Perez also downloaded without issue. Which brings me to the question... is it just the more unusual stuff that worked or did I just manage to find crap sources for Maroon 5 (same source for all 3 songs) and Broken? Hmmm... Also if you are smart enough to know how to convert a Window's Media File to an MP3 I would love to know how to do it! I have a windows media player but the MP3 'jukebox' extension won't let the regular music play on it. Ahh... V, a long time Kazaa user, has confirmed for me that newer and popular stuff gets interference from Kazaa somehow... Hence, Maroon 5 and Broken being newer and more commercially viable than say Sarah McLachlan's Dear God gets interference. Even the Franky Perez and The Rasmus songs are newer but not so popular so I got them with no problem. Interesting. I don't know if Morpheus has that little trick to it. Maybe this is how they shut up the RIAA. Also, it is a good thing I posted how I got rid of the mysearch toolbar way back when since Kazaa installed that piece of crap for me too.

In other random news... I mentioned briefly a blue shirt I got some bleach on and bleached those 3 spots white... I tried to bleach the whole stupid shirt... no dice. I think I have to use full strength bleach not diluted.

Good morning!

And happy Sunday! Why is it happy you might wonder... because I am finally not feeling like I am dying! I'm not 100% better but I finally feel like the walk to the kitchen isn't exhausting. I am now incredibly antsy to get out of the house. I've been inside forever it feels like! This morning I'm watching A League of Their Own. Here's one thing I don't really understand. There are only 4 teams. How can they possibly have a semi finals and a play offs with all of 4 teams? They would've all played each other during the regular season... probably 2 or 3 times each. Then to have a semi finals and a play off for a world season. That seems weird to me. Some of the movie was filmed in Huntington Indiana which is just up the block from Jasper Indiana where I used to live. There's a sign as you drive through sending you to the park where the baseball park scenes were done. Huntington was also where the movie Hard Rain was filmed so when that movie opened, the mayor of Huntington bought out the movie theater and had all the residents attend. Random Indiana trivia for a Sunday morning. :)

Other news from my world...

My gym buddy has gotten herself a new job. She'll be leaving SU in like 2 weeks. :( It'll be much more of a struggle to go every day once she's gone. Especially since I haven't been all this past week because of sickness. I used to go all the time in CA until I got sick then spent about 2 weeks not going and got out of the habit. I think I'll keep at it, though, I hope. :)

My father flew out to FL to fetch my nephew from my little sister's (not his mother) house. They are now both back in AZ at my parents' house. They're trying to figure out how to make this work now... What this means for all 3 of them. AND where to put Chris since they've filled (and by filled I mean filled beyond what any NORMAL person can imagine) the living room with the stuff they've taken out of the back bedrooms in the renovation of the back bedrooms. I think he's sleeping in 'the computer room' now, although the last time I was there, there was no bed in that room or maybe there was but it was buried under mounds of detrius.

Hancock Fabrics is having a big labor day sale this weekend. I'm going to field trip to our local shop to get the stuff to start my quilt project and maybe material to make a skirt or something on Monday. Monday is when the accessories/supplies go on sale as opposed to just fabric which is on sale right now.

Finally... I love old school Christian Slater. He is yummy in those bad boy roles.

Thoughts while sick...

My big boss sent me home from work yesterday because he felt I shouldn't be there. He was right and I took a great nap when I finally got home. I got a bunch of shit done, though, and that was good since I have to have office spotless for when mat leave boss finally returns on Thursday. I don't want this to happen. Sitting at home alone all this time has given me a lot of time to think... sometimes that is not a good thing. I've been waxing nostalgic lately. I need to stop that. Random thought of the morning... the way Valerie wants to kill herself... jumping off a cliff into traffic would be the worst way ever. There are like a billion better ways, especially since that one wouldn't guarantee anything. I also don't understand how Kelly Taylor, Donna Martin, David Silver are all sitting close to each other. Yet somehow Steve Sanders is not near them. Very odd indeed. (too much time on my hands to think... :) )

Things I like right now: AD ointment... soothes my poor nose. Kleenex. Popsicles (yum and at only 35 calories aren't quite the pigfest I thought they were). Beverly Hills 90210. Nyquil. Peanutbuttercrackers with the added bonus of mini chocolate chips.

Things I don't like right now: Being sick (obviously). Dayquil (it doesn't seem to be helping). Being bored out of my mind. All these thoughts/memories rattling around in my head.

Long Weekends 2004 Recap

Someone somewhere doesn't want me to enjoy a long weekend... ever. To recap:

Martin Luther King Jr. Day: Break up with boy spend weekend crying.
President's Day with added bonus of Valentine's Day: Favorite ferret dies. Get driven into by car. Spend weekend crying
Good Friday (Jesuit university holiday): Have letter of smackdown from boss about what a naughty girl I am for continuing to IM when I shouldn't... I DON"T HAVE ENOUGH TO DO I want to shout at her, but I do not. AND broken computer saga continuing all day Friday. So not terrible, but not great.
Memorial Day Weekend: Strangely enough not a bad weekend... Volunteered the whole thing.
Independence Day: Again nothing bad... Went to fireworks with V et all.
Labor Day: Sick as fuck.

So it is about 50/50 in terms of good/bad long weekends. The way I figure it, somebody somewhere owes me an awesome Thanksgiving weekend, Christmas break and that odd holiday we get in November. Seriously. I'm busting out the sage and the candles and the crystals right now. :)

Ugh... I'm dying

Okay not really. I'm at that whiny stage of being sick. I was looking for my small pot in the kitchen (not to be confused with a small bag of pot, this was to cook some mashed potatoes in) and I couldn't find it. I was calling to small pot and unlike a puppy it didn't come when called. Damn little pot. Finally I found it in the sink. I left work early today. I was just too tired and tired and icky feeling. Took a nice nap and am trying to put off going to bed because I've been having a hard time sleeping so maybe if I go to bed later I won't wake up at 1:00 AM. Popsicles make me happy when I'm sick. They make me feel less hot and they make my throat a little happy. I have to go to work tomorrow since I have a 1 PM meeting with my boss (not mat leave boss, her boss) and I gots shit to do. Spending all summer flaking off was not good.

Baxter was just eating her dinner in the cage. It has 3 tiers and each shelf is maybe the width of a sheet of paperish. So she was just eating and randomly fell off the shelf to the base below. I shouldn't laugh but I did. Schadenfraude.

Observations of today

1 - Adult men should not ride little boy bicycles. You know the bikes I mean... the kind you'd buy for your 8 year old son... When I was growing up it was the Diamondback that was all the rage. Adult men shouldn't ride them, they look like asses.

2 - So I'm one of those wish upon a star, throw a penny in a fountian kind of girl... but one should not wish upon an airplane. As I was walking home from QFC I thought I was wishing on a star then I realized the star was moving...

3 - I'm finally accepting that I am sick. Apparently death cough was really just a chest cold starting. So now I'm all hot and sweaty and coughy... Being single when you are sick kind of sucks. Nobody is here with me to rub my back when I don't feel well or make me soup or run to qfc when I'm out of kleenex. Probably being a single parent when you're sick sucks worse, but really I can only focus on me right now. :)

4 - Tacos from Taco Del Mar are probably not on a the approved list of foods for a sick person, but damn they're good anyway. Oh, mango rum with pineapple juice probably isn't on the menu either, but that's good too. :)