Saturday, June 30, 2007
I'm eager to try out my CPAP machine
which has just been calibrated to 15, up from my original setting of 11. I think I'll try it now. Good night.
More power to him
Amputee graduates from fire academy after lawsuit
Isaac Feliciano is a busy guy. He runs four miles a day and is an accomplished athelete. He wanted to be a firefighter since he was little and pulled from a closet during a house fire when he was four. Lots of little boys dream of being firefighters, but few go on to do it.
Feliciano did, despite losing part of his leg as a result of an infection at age five. Despite being an amputee, he did very well during the physical tests required to enter training. He also scored well on the written test. So after the fire department balked, but he eventually was able to join.
He does more in one day than most people, including me. I say congratulations. I hope he makes a fine firefighter.
Isaac Feliciano is a busy guy. He runs four miles a day and is an accomplished athelete. He wanted to be a firefighter since he was little and pulled from a closet during a house fire when he was four. Lots of little boys dream of being firefighters, but few go on to do it.
Feliciano did, despite losing part of his leg as a result of an infection at age five. Despite being an amputee, he did very well during the physical tests required to enter training. He also scored well on the written test. So after the fire department balked, but he eventually was able to join.
He does more in one day than most people, including me. I say congratulations. I hope he makes a fine firefighter.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Yay, I'm back online
I've had a couple of days offline because my cable modem decided to stop speaking to the Vonage router. Resetting the modem didn't help. I finally had some time to call Insight and they suggested unplugging the router and the ethernet cable between the two, then plugging the router back in and letting it cycle. So yay, I have cable again, and also my phone, which piggybacks onto it.
So what has been happening, you ask? Well, you probably didn't but I'm going to tell you. My days of free time for painting ended with most of it done, so I'm back at work, both jobs. But tomorrow afternoon I need to paint one room for the second time and another for the fifth, if you include the primer. Burgundy is very hard to get coverage for on a light wall. Trim will be finished on Saturday and Sunday. Then there's books to be put up on the new shelves, and then begins my doom.
The strange thing of the week was that my door panel on the inside of the driver's door in my car fell off the other day. I've gotten relatively adept at getting it back on long enough to shut the door, but at first I really worked up a sweat in the heat and said a few choice words in the parking lot of the gas station. I'd picked up my paycheque and needed to put it in the bank and grab my shirt from home within 20 minutes, and it was not fun trying to put a door back together. But I managed and even made it to work within about three minutes of time. Fortunately I priced the fix and it looks like it'll run about $45, not too bad. Now it's just a matter of when I can get it done.
What else? They're increasing the pressure in my CPAP machine. Tomorrow I need to take it into the medical equipment place for them to reprogram it. I see the doctor next week.
I gave blood today at a blood drive at the hospital. I got a $10 fuel card for my efforts plus a nifty etched glass for completing my third gallon. That sounds really impressive, but that's over 23 years. I average once or twice a year, whereas you can donate much more often than that. I have O+ blood, so I constantly get pleas when the supply gets low.
One last thing, a video I haven't included here before, but really the song could be the anthem of my life, partly due to my issues with my parents, partly for my need to grow beyond the little girl I was. I can't embed it (the musician provided it to YouTube on the condition they disable that feature), but here it is.
Kelly Clarkson's 'Because of You'
So what has been happening, you ask? Well, you probably didn't but I'm going to tell you. My days of free time for painting ended with most of it done, so I'm back at work, both jobs. But tomorrow afternoon I need to paint one room for the second time and another for the fifth, if you include the primer. Burgundy is very hard to get coverage for on a light wall. Trim will be finished on Saturday and Sunday. Then there's books to be put up on the new shelves, and then begins my doom.
The strange thing of the week was that my door panel on the inside of the driver's door in my car fell off the other day. I've gotten relatively adept at getting it back on long enough to shut the door, but at first I really worked up a sweat in the heat and said a few choice words in the parking lot of the gas station. I'd picked up my paycheque and needed to put it in the bank and grab my shirt from home within 20 minutes, and it was not fun trying to put a door back together. But I managed and even made it to work within about three minutes of time. Fortunately I priced the fix and it looks like it'll run about $45, not too bad. Now it's just a matter of when I can get it done.
What else? They're increasing the pressure in my CPAP machine. Tomorrow I need to take it into the medical equipment place for them to reprogram it. I see the doctor next week.
I gave blood today at a blood drive at the hospital. I got a $10 fuel card for my efforts plus a nifty etched glass for completing my third gallon. That sounds really impressive, but that's over 23 years. I average once or twice a year, whereas you can donate much more often than that. I have O+ blood, so I constantly get pleas when the supply gets low.
One last thing, a video I haven't included here before, but really the song could be the anthem of my life, partly due to my issues with my parents, partly for my need to grow beyond the little girl I was. I can't embed it (the musician provided it to YouTube on the condition they disable that feature), but here it is.
Kelly Clarkson's 'Because of You'
Monday, June 25, 2007
For every moment we are alive, we can do good
Nickelback's 'If Everyone Cared'
Yeah, I know, it's a little touchy-feely, peace and all that. But hey, so am I.
Yeah, I know, it's a little touchy-feely, peace and all that. But hey, so am I.
Oh, the painting!
I am sore. I am tired. My ankles are swollent to the point where they look and feel like they'll bust open. I am hungry. I am eating Havarti cheese on sourdough bread. I have been painting since 11:15 this morning. Tomorrow I do the same things all over again for a second coat.
What I've learnt this go-around. Dark colours such as burgundy, when put over white, need a grey primer underneath for better coverage. Otherwise it could take four coats just to look decent.
Here's a quiz. I'm dubious about the outcome. What are you?
What I've learnt this go-around. Dark colours such as burgundy, when put over white, need a grey primer underneath for better coverage. Otherwise it could take four coats just to look decent.
Here's a quiz. I'm dubious about the outcome. What are you?
| You Are Scissors |
 Sharp and brilliant, you can solve almost any problem with that big brain of yours. People fear your cutting comments - and your wit is famous for being both funny and cruel. Deep down, you tend to be in the middle of an emotional storm. Your own complexity disturbs you. You are too smart for your own good. Slow down a little - or you're likely to hurt yourself. You can cut a paper person down to pieces. The only person who can ruin you is a rock person. When you fight: You find your enemy's weak point and exploit it. If someone makes you mad: You'll do everything you can to destroy their life |
Sunday, June 24, 2007
And finally
| Who Should Paint You: Andy Warhol |
 You've got an interested edge that would be reflected in any portrait You don't need any fancy paint techniques to stand out from the crowd! |
| You Are Avril Lavigne! |
 A bit hardcore on the outside... But sweet and sensitive on the inside. "It's a damn cold night Trying to figure out this life" |
| Your Interpersonal Intelligence Score: 50% |
 Your Interpersonal Intelligence is Average You do well in most group settings, but you also need time to recharge. So while you can work with people during the day, you may crave your alone time at night. For you, it's all about balance! |
Good night. :)
An 80s moment
| You Are 68% A Child of the 80s |
 Not only did you experience the 80s... you are practically an expert. You should be totally stoked! |
| Your 80s Theme Song Is: |
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I am Catwoman??!?
| You Are Catwoman |
 "Life's a bitch. Now so am I." |
Pet peeve of the night: Spending nearly 20 minutes in a Taco Bell drive-through line (because it's one of the few things open at 3 am) to have some guy look away every time he hands anything to you, nearly dropping each thing. Argh.
Today has not been good for my love of my fellow man. One of my co-workers at the gas station, borrowed from another store, is loud, brusque, overly talkative, and attention-seeking, to name a few. We're still being slammed since the other store on the same road is shut down for renovations. Several things went wrong, mainly due to people's inability to choose the correct grade of gasoline or driving up and letting us think they'd driven off. By the time I left work (nearly 40 minutes late) I had a huge headache and no more perkiness to speak of. But I kept my cool throughout the day, until someone kept jiggling the handle to the bathroom door when I was in it for all of two minutes, like I magically disappeared and the bathroom would be free. I did resist the urge to shove open the door and take down anyone in its way, though. Then I got some gas, made my escape, and immersed myself into priming shelves and walls, something I did until just recently. Now I'm home, and tired. I'm going to be sore tomorrow, I can tell. The actual painting starts then.
Fortunately I had good company tonight and I feel better. I'm finishing up my food and I'll go to bed soon. But I'm going to spend a few minutes winding down.
Sad thing is, this is the second time today I've been to Taco Bell. I so need to get some groceries in the house. Maybe tomorrow...
Friday, June 22, 2007
Stuck in my head
Fergie's 'Big Girls Don't Cry'
I'm not sure but I think the boyfriend with the tattoos getting the drugs in the video is played by Milo Ventimiglia from 'Heroes'.
I'm not really a fan of Fergie, but I do like this song.
Today was supposed to be a day of recharging before the great painting saga. Instead, I started taping today and got part of what I needed to primed. Tomorrow it's work 8 hours at the store, finish priming do first coat of paint on the shelves and do the trim. Then Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday will be painting the big stuff. I think it's going to take all the days to do it. Ugh. I'm already sore. But I have to admit, once I get into it, I like it. I must be a masochist.
I'm not sure but I think the boyfriend with the tattoos getting the drugs in the video is played by Milo Ventimiglia from 'Heroes'.
I'm not really a fan of Fergie, but I do like this song.
Today was supposed to be a day of recharging before the great painting saga. Instead, I started taping today and got part of what I needed to primed. Tomorrow it's work 8 hours at the store, finish priming do first coat of paint on the shelves and do the trim. Then Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday will be painting the big stuff. I think it's going to take all the days to do it. Ugh. I'm already sore. But I have to admit, once I get into it, I like it. I must be a masochist.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Quizzes!
| You Have Fantastic Karma |
 You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person. And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already. But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway. You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that! |
Okay, so why does my life suck? Okay, it really doesn't, it just feels that way sometimes. I don't know about some of these karma questions. I don't think I'm necessarily good rather than gullible and unable to sustain anger. (I give people second chances when they don't deserve them, I don't plot revenge, etc.)
| You Are 50% Real |
 You're pretty real with people, but you can't help hiding a good part of yourself. You're not truly happy with who you are at times... and believe it or not, it shows. Try not to hide parts of your life from the people who matter to you. Your friends and family are probably a lot more accepting than you realize! |
I guess I'm getting there.
I am however afraid of the next results. This is what I get for being the geek girl who hangs around the computer lab in the 80s. I'm sure he's a wonderful person, but he wasn't what I was thinking when I was thinking 80s hunk. :) :
| Your 80s Hunk Is |
 Bill Gates |
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Let's end on a brighter note
| You Are the Ego |
 You take a balanced approach to your life. You definitely aren't afraid to act out on your desires - even crazy ones. But you usually think first. Morals drive you as much as hedonism does. You've been able to live a life of pleasure... without living a life of excess. |
There. I'm going to bed. Really.
Okay, how often do I go straight to bed when I should?
Two news stories caught my eye, the first certainly bizaare and very sad, the second looking like it will also end badly.
Wildlife officers kill bear suspected of mauling 11-year-old boy
The kid was asleep in his family's tent when the bear cut through the tent and grabbed the youngster, sleeping bag and all. He screamed but was just gone, it happened so quickly. At first, the precision of the tear in the tent made the family think someone had abducted the child. Authorities found his body 400 yards from the camp. They have since confirmed that the bear shot was, indeed, the boy's attacker. Normally you think, don't taunt the bears, don't leave food out, and all will be well. This was scary, as there was no real warning, although other campers had apparently encountered the same bear in the area within hours of the attack.
Police search for missing pregnant woman
Her mother, having not heard from her, stopped by the house only to find it unlocked and her 2-year-old grandson alone. There were signs of a struggle, bleach was poured on the floor and a comforter and the woman's cell phone were missing. The little boy's words were chilling: 'Mommy's in the rug'. She was just days from the delivery of a little girl. Scary. Just scary. I hope they find her and the baby alive, but it does rather look like someone tried to conceal blood or otherwise hide something.
I feel for both of these families for such tragic situations.
Wildlife officers kill bear suspected of mauling 11-year-old boy
The kid was asleep in his family's tent when the bear cut through the tent and grabbed the youngster, sleeping bag and all. He screamed but was just gone, it happened so quickly. At first, the precision of the tear in the tent made the family think someone had abducted the child. Authorities found his body 400 yards from the camp. They have since confirmed that the bear shot was, indeed, the boy's attacker. Normally you think, don't taunt the bears, don't leave food out, and all will be well. This was scary, as there was no real warning, although other campers had apparently encountered the same bear in the area within hours of the attack.
Police search for missing pregnant woman
Her mother, having not heard from her, stopped by the house only to find it unlocked and her 2-year-old grandson alone. There were signs of a struggle, bleach was poured on the floor and a comforter and the woman's cell phone were missing. The little boy's words were chilling: 'Mommy's in the rug'. She was just days from the delivery of a little girl. Scary. Just scary. I hope they find her and the baby alive, but it does rather look like someone tried to conceal blood or otherwise hide something.
I feel for both of these families for such tragic situations.
On the radio
Fort Minor's 'Where'd You Go?', one of the few rap songs I like.
Of course, on the radio, certain words are sanitised.
My dad wasn't around that much when I was a kid. In the early days, say the first six years of my life, he was in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam War. Once he came back there were temporary duty assignments, but even when he was home there wasn't much interaction between us. He'd come home, we'd eat dinner, then he'd go to his radio room and mess with his scopes or solder circuit boards. My mom's main hobby was ceramics. Mine was reading. We were three people supposedly a family living in the same house, but very much apart. Most attention I did get from my dad was negative attention, something I incited at times because I craved anything from him that would prove he cared one way or another for me. When I was in my 20s and living with my ex-husband and our bosom companion, it was the same thing--three people living separate lives, with me reading to escape my feelings about the situation.
Funny that all this came up, because I was so tired from various activities over the weekend and trying to get a friend to work that I totally forgot I had a therapy appointment today. I know they charge if you miss a session; I just hope they don't bill me the whole thing--it's like $150 a pop. But I'm glad I'm back in therapy. I have a lot of issues from my childhood and early adulthood to iron out. We're really looking at changing some of my coping mechanisms a little at a time. My assignment for this week was to take one of the things I wanted to have or have done by the time I died and visualising it manifesting in my life and then working out how to make it a reality. I know, it sounds like psychobabble, but I think there is something to it. I have a tendency to believe I don't deserve anything good, and I think the world that is reflected back to me agrees. By changing my ideas, I may be able to change my experiences.
Well, that's all for now. I got a little rest earlier but I want to get some more sleep. I have to work both jobs tomorrow and the next day, so I'll need it.
Of course, on the radio, certain words are sanitised.
My dad wasn't around that much when I was a kid. In the early days, say the first six years of my life, he was in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam War. Once he came back there were temporary duty assignments, but even when he was home there wasn't much interaction between us. He'd come home, we'd eat dinner, then he'd go to his radio room and mess with his scopes or solder circuit boards. My mom's main hobby was ceramics. Mine was reading. We were three people supposedly a family living in the same house, but very much apart. Most attention I did get from my dad was negative attention, something I incited at times because I craved anything from him that would prove he cared one way or another for me. When I was in my 20s and living with my ex-husband and our bosom companion, it was the same thing--three people living separate lives, with me reading to escape my feelings about the situation.
Funny that all this came up, because I was so tired from various activities over the weekend and trying to get a friend to work that I totally forgot I had a therapy appointment today. I know they charge if you miss a session; I just hope they don't bill me the whole thing--it's like $150 a pop. But I'm glad I'm back in therapy. I have a lot of issues from my childhood and early adulthood to iron out. We're really looking at changing some of my coping mechanisms a little at a time. My assignment for this week was to take one of the things I wanted to have or have done by the time I died and visualising it manifesting in my life and then working out how to make it a reality. I know, it sounds like psychobabble, but I think there is something to it. I have a tendency to believe I don't deserve anything good, and I think the world that is reflected back to me agrees. By changing my ideas, I may be able to change my experiences.
Well, that's all for now. I got a little rest earlier but I want to get some more sleep. I have to work both jobs tomorrow and the next day, so I'll need it.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Oy ve!
Today:
1) Arrived one hour earlier to complete my appointed game preparations.
2) Went to get breakfast for game master so he'll have mercy upon us.
3) Finished tasks on time despite this (but wouldn't have without that extra hour).
4) Played game. Am now scared &#^@less. Now we have two cases (well, three, I suppose), a witch cult that is planting bombs and sending Byakhee after us, now a group of daemonspawn want to tear my pregnant character from limb to limb for betraying one of their own--if she hadn't it would have effectively ended our mission. It's a good thing I just rolled up a new character. Tessa may not last the rest of the year or even live to have this baby. One character is already missing and the others may die due to her decision.
5) Did notes.
6) Spilled Diet Pepsi over some important papers and a bit on a book.
7) Dealt with consumate clumsiness with many mea culpas and offers to replace things. I am such a klutz. If I owned a gun, I would trip on it and it would go off. There's a reason I don't own a gun.
8) Watched about three episodes of Robot Chicken (including the Star Wars one) and then the season premiere of The 4400.
9) Did a tech support call to Windstream regarding issues with a Vista computer and slow loading speeds. Turns out it was the McAfee Security Suite that came with the computer. Now it's running AVG.
10) A few random tasks.
11) Brought an old computer home to see if I can get the hard disk to work.
12) Took Cerys out.
12) Fed and watered her.
13) Now I'm home. I have to get up in 3 1/2 hours to pick someone up for work. Arrrggghh. So I'm going to bed now. I'm getting too tired to type. Goodnight.
1) Arrived one hour earlier to complete my appointed game preparations.
2) Went to get breakfast for game master so he'll have mercy upon us.
3) Finished tasks on time despite this (but wouldn't have without that extra hour).
4) Played game. Am now scared &#^@less. Now we have two cases (well, three, I suppose), a witch cult that is planting bombs and sending Byakhee after us, now a group of daemonspawn want to tear my pregnant character from limb to limb for betraying one of their own--if she hadn't it would have effectively ended our mission. It's a good thing I just rolled up a new character. Tessa may not last the rest of the year or even live to have this baby. One character is already missing and the others may die due to her decision.
5) Did notes.
6) Spilled Diet Pepsi over some important papers and a bit on a book.
7) Dealt with consumate clumsiness with many mea culpas and offers to replace things. I am such a klutz. If I owned a gun, I would trip on it and it would go off. There's a reason I don't own a gun.
8) Watched about three episodes of Robot Chicken (including the Star Wars one) and then the season premiere of The 4400.
9) Did a tech support call to Windstream regarding issues with a Vista computer and slow loading speeds. Turns out it was the McAfee Security Suite that came with the computer. Now it's running AVG.
10) A few random tasks.
11) Brought an old computer home to see if I can get the hard disk to work.
12) Took Cerys out.
12) Fed and watered her.
13) Now I'm home. I have to get up in 3 1/2 hours to pick someone up for work. Arrrggghh. So I'm going to bed now. I'm getting too tired to type. Goodnight.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
I didn't blog last night because
I did errands after work and then went straight to my sleep study at St Joseph East. I had to be there by 8 pm although they didn't hook me up to all the electrodes until about 10, so I got to watch CSI and Forensic Files for awhile. (I don't have cable, so it was a special treat.) I was afraid I'd fall asleep before they hooked me up--I'd been sleepy when I got there and had not taken a nap; then of course I was already comfy in my sleepshirt and was a little cold so went ahead and got in the bed. But I managed to stick it out.
The worst thing about a sleep study is the goop they put in your hair to get the electrodes on your head. It took two shampooings this morning and I still had bits of it in my hair today.
The other thing is sleeping with all the wires. And I hadn't slept in a bed since I got my new masque (I was waiting for the humidifier that came the day before yesterday; I'd been sleeping in a recliner when my masque and hose were so leaky.) Since I sleep sort of half on my side and half on my stomach, this can be a problem. But I don't think it would have been without the wires limiting my movement a little. I lost one electrode at the beginning and they had to snap it back on my leg. I also apparently had my masque come off in the middle of the night. I woke to dim lights on and someone looming over me, adjusting my masque. She like to scared the bejeesus out of me. I woke up really stiff, but when I went home (at about 6 am) I went to the recliner for a couple of hours before work and that helped. Then, of course, I had a normal 10-hour shift to do plus two hours' worth of notes. Whew!
Tonight I've made up the bed and am going to go back to sleeping in it. I think Cerys is happy. She settled down as soon as I put the sheets on the bed. And since I have to be there to get ready for the game at 8 am tomorrow, I think I'll head there now. Goodnight.
PS June 15th was the sixteenth anniversary of the Biggest Mistake of my life. So glad I got away without too much baggage. But hey, the honeymoon was fun. Where else can you experience raging thunderstorms that nearly blow away your camp, strange men trying to read their watches with lightning buts whilst carrying a big sword waiting for a cab, nearly being squashed by a semi, incursions by the KKK, and a circle of your friends chanting 'Lisa's got to pee' in front of a Georgia State Trooper? Good times.
The worst thing about a sleep study is the goop they put in your hair to get the electrodes on your head. It took two shampooings this morning and I still had bits of it in my hair today.
The other thing is sleeping with all the wires. And I hadn't slept in a bed since I got my new masque (I was waiting for the humidifier that came the day before yesterday; I'd been sleeping in a recliner when my masque and hose were so leaky.) Since I sleep sort of half on my side and half on my stomach, this can be a problem. But I don't think it would have been without the wires limiting my movement a little. I lost one electrode at the beginning and they had to snap it back on my leg. I also apparently had my masque come off in the middle of the night. I woke to dim lights on and someone looming over me, adjusting my masque. She like to scared the bejeesus out of me. I woke up really stiff, but when I went home (at about 6 am) I went to the recliner for a couple of hours before work and that helped. Then, of course, I had a normal 10-hour shift to do plus two hours' worth of notes. Whew!
Tonight I've made up the bed and am going to go back to sleeping in it. I think Cerys is happy. She settled down as soon as I put the sheets on the bed. And since I have to be there to get ready for the game at 8 am tomorrow, I think I'll head there now. Goodnight.
PS June 15th was the sixteenth anniversary of the Biggest Mistake of my life. So glad I got away without too much baggage. But hey, the honeymoon was fun. Where else can you experience raging thunderstorms that nearly blow away your camp, strange men trying to read their watches with lightning buts whilst carrying a big sword waiting for a cab, nearly being squashed by a semi, incursions by the KKK, and a circle of your friends chanting 'Lisa's got to pee' in front of a Georgia State Trooper? Good times.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
A little fun for the night
This has been making it on library rounds and also in the general news. It's a production from here in Kentucky, McCracken County to be precise.
The Adventures of Super Librarian
The Adventures of Super Librarian
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Reason #360 to fear old cars
Don't get me wrong, I like my car. It gets me places regardless of the fact that it's 11 years old, has over 240,000 miles on it, red, and it's a Ford. But today my door interior, which has been coming away from the frame, split along the area where you put your hand to close the door, and my finger got trapped in the crack of plastic, being both cut (very minor owie) and smashed (much more painful). I'm being very careful now, but almost did it again tonight. The pain was shooting up to my elbow at its worst; now it just hurts if I bend my finger much. Did I mention that I'm a hazard to myself?
On the other hand, I learnt a lot about hydrostatic shock tonight, as it was explained to me afterwards.
On the other hand, I learnt a lot about hydrostatic shock tonight, as it was explained to me afterwards.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Sounds like a good pen name...
| Your Old Fashioned Name Is... |
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Cerys' appointment is Wednesday with Dr Vice, so only two more days of itchiness to go. I saw my counselor today and it was a very useful session, with a focus on my passive resistant behaviour (think passive-agressive without the aggessive part--it's still a childish attempt to manipulate authority by seeming to comply be not doing so) and manifesting dreams by changing how we view the world and how it treats us. I also did laundry tonight, so there went a good chunk of my list.
Monday, June 11, 2007
To do
- Make appointment for Cerys' cortisone shot
- Go to counselor's
- Do laundry
- Go to said vet appointment
- Run errands
- Look over bills
- Budget for bills
- Pay bills
- Make sure boss let me off for Friday, the night of sleep study
- Request days off for painting
- Prepare for doom
I am a hazard to myself
So Pink's Don't Let Me Get Me kind of resonates...
And while we're at it...who knew I liked so many of her songs? I didn't recognise that they were all done by her.
Stupid Girls
Family Portrait
And while we're at it...who knew I liked so many of her songs? I didn't recognise that they were all done by her.
Stupid Girls
Family Portrait
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Doesn't really sound like me:
| You Are Artemis! |
 Brave, and a natural born leader. You're willing to fight for what you believe in... And willing to make tough decisions. Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too! |
And as for other things I was going to go into, I'm way too sleepy to mock properly. So I'm afraid I'll have to postpone things. Good Night.
Today's fortunes from fortune cookies
'You are always welcome in any gathering.'
'Sing and rejoice, fortune is smiling on you.'
So saith the fortune cookies that came with my tofu goodness, also known as Ko Po Tofu, this evening. I had been craving it so I got some, a couple of veggie egg rolls, and split some vegetable tempura with a friend. Nummy--and food left over for tomorrow!
'Sing and rejoice, fortune is smiling on you.'
So saith the fortune cookies that came with my tofu goodness, also known as Ko Po Tofu, this evening. I had been craving it so I got some, a couple of veggie egg rolls, and split some vegetable tempura with a friend. Nummy--and food left over for tomorrow!
Friday, June 08, 2007
Good quote for the game
from Friedrich Nietzsche:
:)
He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
:)
Well, that's a relief...
| Your Inner Gender is Female |
 You're sensitive, caring, and willing to connect with anyone who's open to you. You make friends easily, and you enjoy all sorts of conversations. You understand most people you meet - better than they understand themselves. You're totally a woman... or at the very least, your soul is female. |
Speaking of angry women
CD106.3, the station I listen to, played these songs back to back the other day. (It's a modern rock format, but crossover songs including country do make it on there.)
The first, Carrie Underwood's 'Before He Cheats' reminds me of a friend of a friend. She could easily take out the truck, and I don't think she'd stop there. :)
The second, Pink's 'U + Ur Hand' reminds me of someone I know, although she's never heard it (I asked her). Pink is a little strange, as is obvious from the video. But I have to admit, I like the song (even with the lack of proper spelling). :)
The first, Carrie Underwood's 'Before He Cheats' reminds me of a friend of a friend. She could easily take out the truck, and I don't think she'd stop there. :)
The second, Pink's 'U + Ur Hand' reminds me of someone I know, although she's never heard it (I asked her). Pink is a little strange, as is obvious from the video. But I have to admit, I like the song (even with the lack of proper spelling). :)
I've been remiss at blogging
for which I should apologise. For one thing, I found out something this week that is incredibly blogworthy, but I've been mulling how to approach it. It's certainly worthy of mocking, let's put it that way. I'll save that for later. For another, I've just been that busy. Work today, for example, was hectic at both jobs, with lots of interlibrary loan requests at the library and the truck shipment at the gas station. Tomorrow looks to be shelving-so-people-can-find-things; the journals need it in a bad way. Of course, the journals also need to be shifted about two feet down and the ones we don't subscribe to and some of the older ones need to be weeded to leave room for the rest. I am woefully out of journal room--and of course they just keep on coming. Tomorrow I only work four hours at the gas station; I'll be off by 7. (Yay!) I'm working 8 hours on Saturday (off by 6) and then Monday I'm working from 5:30-10. The extra hours are partly due to having to shift borrowed people to other stores that need them and the fact that we have an employee that supposedly has mono and pneumonia and possibly a cyst on his lungs. (Everytime he goes into the doctor/emergency room, they give him a further diagnosis. Hmmmm.) He keeps calling in and asking for a few days off, which makes it very hard to schedule.
I'm hoping to finally have some time off on Tuesday so I can take Cerys to the vet for a cortisone shot for her itchy skin. She's started to do her trilling/rub up against everything/bark thing again.
At some point before the game on Sunday Dee and I are supposed to roll up new characters. We're shooting for Saturday night. I've got a working concept of an ex-military linguist/cryptographer. Years ago I played a linguist (my first character) but she had brain damage and lost most of her language skills. Besides, she's currently inside Yog-Sothoth. But this time I wanted someone good with guns. Guns don't really do much against Cthulhoid entities, but they will take out cultists, and with the evil cult in Arkham forming again, we need every weapon at our disposal. Alright, I'll probably find a quiz or video to cap off the night and then go to sleep. Good night.
I'm hoping to finally have some time off on Tuesday so I can take Cerys to the vet for a cortisone shot for her itchy skin. She's started to do her trilling/rub up against everything/bark thing again.
At some point before the game on Sunday Dee and I are supposed to roll up new characters. We're shooting for Saturday night. I've got a working concept of an ex-military linguist/cryptographer. Years ago I played a linguist (my first character) but she had brain damage and lost most of her language skills. Besides, she's currently inside Yog-Sothoth. But this time I wanted someone good with guns. Guns don't really do much against Cthulhoid entities, but they will take out cultists, and with the evil cult in Arkham forming again, we need every weapon at our disposal. Alright, I'll probably find a quiz or video to cap off the night and then go to sleep. Good night.
My thoughts tonight
are with a 13-year-old girl, the cousin of someone I know. They'd been desperately trying to find her after she ran away from home (not for the first time). Today they found her. It turns out she was raped by a 17-year-old and 24-year-old (I'm not sure if it was before or after she ran). Her mom's reaction was to imply her daughter was lying, and she and her husband are planning to go away for the weekend, leaving her in the care of the cousin, who seems to be the only one who both believes her and cares about her and who is risking her job to leave to go to court and get the temporary custody assigned so the girl can get out of juvenile detention. Both the my acquaintance and another woman with whom we were discussing it were raped when they were younger--the later never told anyone, not even her family. Needless to say, the person I know was very angry. She didn't feel the police were particularly helpful, and of course she's angry both at the men involved and at her family. But I think she's truly angry with herself, that she wasn't able to get to the girl in time to protect her. I know it's irrational, but I'd probably feel the same way. It's an awful situation, and I hope there are no further physical complications (like pregnancy or STD) and that the girl can get counseling.
It's things like this that make me wonder about men. Thank goodness I do have some decent men in my life, because a lot of my past experiences pretty much suck and I could just be a bitter man-hater otherwise. But there are times I wish we could still stone rapists.
I've never been raped. I've been pressured into sex through emotional manipulation and I was molested as a child. But I can't imagine what this young girl is going through. I hope things go as well as they can at this point. I hope my acquaintance holds up, because it's going to be very challenging to help her cousin. My thoughts and prayers are with them.
It's things like this that make me wonder about men. Thank goodness I do have some decent men in my life, because a lot of my past experiences pretty much suck and I could just be a bitter man-hater otherwise. But there are times I wish we could still stone rapists.
I've never been raped. I've been pressured into sex through emotional manipulation and I was molested as a child. But I can't imagine what this young girl is going through. I hope things go as well as they can at this point. I hope my acquaintance holds up, because it's going to be very challenging to help her cousin. My thoughts and prayers are with them.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Saturday, June 02, 2007
One of my favourite songs...
terribly depressing yet moving. Quite a few of my own ancestors came from Ireland. I think this song captures the experiences of some of those immigrants and the ones left behind. The song was based on actual letters written from Ireland to the songwriter's great-grandfather.
'Kilkelly', sung by Robbie O'Connell with the Clancy Brothers
Another terribly depressing song I'll include here is 'Stretched on Your Grave'. I prefer the Dead Can Dance version rather than the Sinead O'Connor one. Here it is. What can I say--I'm both depressive and romantic. This particular recording has an annoying tendency for the volume to go down between verses early in the song, but it's the best I could find.
I've always thought it would be nice to play this at my memorial service. That or Kansas' 'Dust in the Wind'. What can I say, I'm not a 'Rock of Ages' kind of girl. And as long as I'm on morbid topics, let me just state publicly that 1) I want to be cremated and 2) do not want to be embalmed (I think it's just macabre) and 3) will haunt anyone who has me embalmed and buried. Enough said.
Tomorrow's post will be brighter, okay?
'Kilkelly', sung by Robbie O'Connell with the Clancy Brothers
Another terribly depressing song I'll include here is 'Stretched on Your Grave'. I prefer the Dead Can Dance version rather than the Sinead O'Connor one. Here it is. What can I say--I'm both depressive and romantic. This particular recording has an annoying tendency for the volume to go down between verses early in the song, but it's the best I could find.
I've always thought it would be nice to play this at my memorial service. That or Kansas' 'Dust in the Wind'. What can I say, I'm not a 'Rock of Ages' kind of girl. And as long as I'm on morbid topics, let me just state publicly that 1) I want to be cremated and 2) do not want to be embalmed (I think it's just macabre) and 3) will haunt anyone who has me embalmed and buried. Enough said.
Tomorrow's post will be brighter, okay?
Friday, June 01, 2007
Today I got to sleep in
because I was off work at the hospital so I could go to the sleep centre over at Eagle Creek and make an 11:30 appointment, my best shot at getting one rather than waiting awhile. I need a new masque for my CPAP but especially a new hose, as my other snapped in two and is only being held together with packing tape at the moment. I met my new doctor, who seems quite competent and nice. He set me up with orders for the masque, hose, filters, and a humidifier that hooks up to the machine. I've been on the same machine for five years now; it's probably near the end of its life, but we'll wait to replace it until it starts to go. The only thing is since the masque needs to be fitted, it would be best to wait until my cold is over. I'm feeling much better today (I found some meds that worked), so I'm hoping Monday would be good. In the meantime, I'm sleeping in the recliner.
As to the afternoon sleepiness I'm having, he doesn't think it's related to blood sugar because it's happening every day. So we're going to do a sleep study on June 15th to see if my machine needs to be recalibrated to a higher pressure.
After my appointment I stopped at the gas station for my paycheque then deposited it and went to Subway for lunch. Then I went to Walgreens and found said cold medicine and cough drops, alcohol prep for all the lanceting I do to check my blood sugar, some cleaner and a cleaning wand, some menstrual pads, and a thank you card for someone who did something very nice for me.
Then it was back home where I cleaned my toilet and straighten up around the house (I need to scrub the tub, too, as I had some pomegranate seed scrub that really adhered, making it slippery--hence the scrubby cleaning wand).
I was relaxing after that when a neighbour, a police officer, knocked on my door. He thought he may have bumped the back of my car with his cruiser, but we checked and there wasn't any damage. It's possible he went into the curb instead. We talked for quite awhile and then I went in and took a brief nap and headed to the gas station for work, which turned out to be full of drama that I managed to stay out of by working for an hour-and-a-half in the cooler getting it ready for the truck. We were all assembled, eating pizza, when the truck was supposed to be there, and yet there was no truck. My boss said something about the fact that it was late for them not to show or call, and then it hit me. Monday was Memorial Day. I pointed this out and they all had a similar Eureka! moment. Whenever there's a holiday the truck comes a day later. So I went on home and will come back for a couple of hours tomorrow for the real truck night. But hey, I got a free meal, and about 3 hours of work that won't have to be done tomorrow in.
After resting for just a bit and relaxing quiet time to transition from the store, I went over to visit a friend. Then I worked on the game notes for awhile. Then I picked another friend up from work, made a Kroger run, did some paperwork, and now I'm here, eating a bit before bed and definitely feeling sleepy. On that note, I wish you a good night.
As to the afternoon sleepiness I'm having, he doesn't think it's related to blood sugar because it's happening every day. So we're going to do a sleep study on June 15th to see if my machine needs to be recalibrated to a higher pressure.
After my appointment I stopped at the gas station for my paycheque then deposited it and went to Subway for lunch. Then I went to Walgreens and found said cold medicine and cough drops, alcohol prep for all the lanceting I do to check my blood sugar, some cleaner and a cleaning wand, some menstrual pads, and a thank you card for someone who did something very nice for me.
Then it was back home where I cleaned my toilet and straighten up around the house (I need to scrub the tub, too, as I had some pomegranate seed scrub that really adhered, making it slippery--hence the scrubby cleaning wand).
I was relaxing after that when a neighbour, a police officer, knocked on my door. He thought he may have bumped the back of my car with his cruiser, but we checked and there wasn't any damage. It's possible he went into the curb instead. We talked for quite awhile and then I went in and took a brief nap and headed to the gas station for work, which turned out to be full of drama that I managed to stay out of by working for an hour-and-a-half in the cooler getting it ready for the truck. We were all assembled, eating pizza, when the truck was supposed to be there, and yet there was no truck. My boss said something about the fact that it was late for them not to show or call, and then it hit me. Monday was Memorial Day. I pointed this out and they all had a similar Eureka! moment. Whenever there's a holiday the truck comes a day later. So I went on home and will come back for a couple of hours tomorrow for the real truck night. But hey, I got a free meal, and about 3 hours of work that won't have to be done tomorrow in.
After resting for just a bit and relaxing quiet time to transition from the store, I went over to visit a friend. Then I worked on the game notes for awhile. Then I picked another friend up from work, made a Kroger run, did some paperwork, and now I'm here, eating a bit before bed and definitely feeling sleepy. On that note, I wish you a good night.
Kind of wrong...but peppy, too
Okay, I'm NOT advocating killing someone important (or anyone else for that matter), but...
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