Thursday, July 28, 2005

It never fails what when I have an awful day full of idiots and dead Guinea pigs, something like this will come along to renew my desire to be a part of veterinary medicine. A box-o-boxers. Don't get much better than that.


Posted @ 8:03 PM

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Well, things have simmered down and now I am left with the scum in the bottom of the pot. I am unmotivated, tired and cranky. Tons of fun, eh? I am sort of operating under the premise of not saying anything if I don't have anything to nice to say, but nonetheless, I felt like I owed my loyal readers (hah!) something...

Today (unfortunately, like many days recently) was Idiot Day. My favorite was the jackass client who left her darling Guinea pigs outside in 90+ degree weather and cooked them. Literally. The extra special part about this fucktard is that when Dianne (coworker) recently house sat for her and her husband, the woman left a 5-page letter of explicit instructions regarding the pets. I am not exaggerating when I cite these two: The hamster's name is Lawrence, but we call him Hammy. Do not call him Larry! "Do not" was underlined 3 times and equally insane was what Dianne described as a half a jar's worth of peanut butter smeared on the counter with a giant note that said: Do not clean up! It's for my pet ants. So anyway, despite having these fanatical instructions about her hamster and ants, she fried her Guinea pigs on a day everyone knew was going to be horrible. All over the news they've been saying, "Stay inside - don't go out if you don't have to" and this woman chooses today to put her indoor pets out. Ugh. Anyway, part of me wants to believe she has some mental incapacity and isn't totally responsible for her actions, but she and her husband are both doctors - how stupid can she be?? Eccentric is one thing, stupid is another. What she did today was stupid. Ugh.

So that's all I have for now. Just wanted to get the Guinea Pig Roast off my chest. Have a good remainder of the week. Perhaps I will have some rays of sunshine to share this weekend.

Posted @ 7:52 PM

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Everything is wrong right now, including the fact that I think everything is wrong, because I have a fucking sweet existence compared to some people and I damn well know it and that just makes me mad at myself for being a whiney little brat. I suppose until one manually removes one's head from one's own ass, it easy to forget that. But right now I am in a funk because I have turbulence in every major division of my life right now, and many of the subdivisions, too. Love, work, family, health, and money - all fucked up.

I'm not even going to indulge myself to whine (and no, this is not whining - this is a painfully abridged version of what I am actually thinking and feeling). However, I am going to make a shameless solicitation by adding a donation button. And why should you give me money? Well, if you have it, why not share it? And I am a nice person. I work hard, I try to be good and I need a fucking break.

I'll have to come up with a better list later. Thlbbth.

Posted @ 8:17 PM

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

If you were me, it would make perfect sense (due to Murphy's Law) that your air conditioner would shit out at the beginning of a week which is predicted to be 90°F or higher every day, with oppressive humidity to boot. It would also make sense that you live on the third floor with southern exposure and always have at least 10° on everybody else - even in the winter. Furthermore, it would make sense that you have no money to spare (except by means of your BestBuy credit card, which you are trying desperately to pay off) to secure yourself another air conditioner. Lastly, it would make sense that there is not a BestBuy within 200 miles of you that has a portable unit in stock, which is what you need, because (as also makes sense) the dinosaur unit that is currently stuck in your wall is unmovable.

So, if you were me, what do you'd do about this? Well, as a gesture of defiance (and admittedly self-defeat, 'cause I'm really not punishing anyone but myself, at least not until Jay gets home) have a nice big bowl of hot, spicy chili.

I'm not sure what we're going to do about this. It's awfully fucking hot up here. Might have to go spend the night in the first floor hallway, curled up next to the cool-air-emanating crack under someone's door. What a vision!

Posted @ 3:20 PM

Monday, July 18, 2005

OK, not to blog about nothing but food lately, but it just so happens that I have a mouthful of really good dinner...

It was delicious!! Any ideas on names? I'm sure it's been done before, but not by me, so I get to claim it!

Posted @ 7:50 PM

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Sorry to anyone who's been trying to comment. I'unno why it won't post. See, I am sort of an idiot savant with this stuff and I can make it look right, but not always make it work right. The comments are hosted elsewhere anyway, so I assume the problem is on their end. Hopefully it'll be resolved soon.

I just tried a new marinade tonight. McCormick Grill Mates® Mesquite Marinade. Dat shit be gooooooood! I usually use Lawry's but the other stuff was on sale, so I figured I'd try it. Very tasty. Just wanted to put my good review out there. If you like steak tips, try 'em marinated. There's so many different flavors, you'll hardly ever have the same beef twice.

I have barely done a single constructive thing today, besides get groceries and run a load of dishes. For some reason this weekend has been all about slacking. *shrugs* I guess sometimes you just gotta. I did design a mousepad for use at work because right now I am using one of those cheezy foam desk mat things with a calendar printed on it that one of our reps gave us and I cut it size. So it's only like January through August. Lol. Anyway, the pics are of our patients -- though I did have to use a few generic pics because there were a lot more squares to fill than I realized!

Anyway, hope everyone had a lovely weekend!

Posted @ 6:42 PM

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Mmmm. Good couple of days, if I do say so myself. Perhaps you'd like the rundown? OK, you talked me into it.

Orthopedic appointment went fine. The tingling and numbness in my left arm is probably caused by driving with my elbow on edge of the car door or repetitively putting other pressure on that nerve - the funny bone nerve. Then the nerve gets inflamed and the tingling happens. It seems to get better if I avoid putting any pressure on it, and worse if I don't, so it's one of those cases of "Doc, it hurts when I do this. What do you think?" Doc says, "Don't do that." Lol.

Thursday night, we noticed a big orange sticker on Jay's car saying that it would be towed Friday if he didn't move it. To be honest, I'm surprised he didn't get it sooner. Westbrook requires that all vehicles be registered, inspected and in working condition. Jay's car is none of the above. He had also brought a work truck home in the rain (rather than ride his bike) and commercial vehicles are not allowed, either. Rather than fight a losing battle with the management company, we decided that he'd take the truck back to work, I would take the car (because they'll let him park it until he decides what to do about it) and then we could take his bike home. Anyway, the point of this story is that on the bike ride home, it was dark but not pitch black and the air was so sweet and still warm... There was no one else on the road and the remaining light illuminated everything just enough that I could see the shapes of the hills and trees, rock walls and pastures. It was one of those times that I was humbled by the pleasure that can be found in simple things, like an unplanned Harley ride on a Thursday night.

Last night James, Diane and her daughter Alexis came over. We enjoyed beer (Alexis had Pepsi, of course), pizza, Ben & Jerry's and good conversation. It was a lot of fun. Indie was so good and they had so much fun with her -- so much fun that she crashed hard last night and is still pooped today. Alexis and I actually took her out after dark with the laser pointer and let her run until she seriously looked like she was going to drop. I want to think that she knows when she needs to stop, but after last night, I'm not so sure.

That's about all that's going on in my world. I was just going through my big box of writing and thought I'd share some stuff I found. As my MTC friends know, I suck about titles, so I'm just gonna separate them with some asterisks. Perhaps someday I will edit and perfect them and then they will deserve titles. Until then, asterisks will work.

I race like a dog
for a hydrant -
seeking fulfilling relief
some place special
and out of the way.



A surge of disbelief
as his words warmly moved my mouth,
all dry to tears.
What I wanted finally came
too stupid to wait, too stupid to think
so stupid to believe.
Maybe it meant something.
I wasn't that drunk
but I think he was (regret?)
leaving (I left him) first thing
that morning knowing
I never
should have been there
at all.


Hey there, Sugar
with your perfect blue eyes
perfect blue jeans
perfect blue words
You run your hands
down your sides
and I have
in my whole life
wanted to be
a love handle
so badly.



Why would I want to
sleep on this couch
that all my friends

Different blankets
unusual motives
but it makes me
feel funny to think
I've thought exactly
what they might have.

Oh and the stink.
It's not there
but I feel it
in my understanding
of what they were doing
on my couch.

Written by my then-drunk (and almost always drunk) former roommate/lover/nemesis, Ammon

Th-th-th-th-th-that's all, folks!

Posted @ 1:49 PM

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Dear Asshole,

I can't post this where I want to, but I'm pretty sure you're still lurking around here and will read it (because beneath all your supposed open-mindedness and freedom from traditional mental, spiritual and emotional constraints, I believe you are an imbalanced, insecure, poser who is actually more conflicted than those you scorn for being ordinary and average) and since I need to get it off my chest anyway, this'll work for me. Incidentally, should you feel the need to respond (and I don't doubt you will, because insecure people are always vehemently defensive, desperately and irrationally protecting what little sense of themselves they posses, rather than considering for a moment that there might be another thing "wrong" with them - another thing to dislike) you will prove my point and therefore have another lame aspect of your personality to contend with, so let me vent -- in my space, where it is my absolute right to do so -- and keep your mouth shut.

Do you realize what an ignorant contradiction you are? On the one hand, you preach freedom of creative expression and the beauty in words, yet by your totally unconstructive responses to my post, you would deny me those same freedoms -- to write whatever I want, however I want. That doesn't seem very fair, does it? Incidentally, I didn't see you jump in a month or so back when the slam poetry was coming under fire for offensive content. Where were you to defend those writers' freedom to choose what words they will? That makes me think even more that this is personal.

Further, you know very well that it is about constructive criticism, so if I want to write about an aspect that I think needs improvement, that is constructive! However, personal attacks ("bitchy and shallow, sure it is") against me are so totally not constructive that they actually have opposite effect that you intended: they make you look bad.

I think it's pathetic that by my not falling for your free-loving, wine-drinking, magical hippy zen shit; by my not allowing you to dissect my personality and tell me what is good for me; by my not hopping a bus to NY to fuck a stranger by the fire, you have such obvious animosity towards me and feel the need to share it in such an inappropriate place. It is you, not I, who needs a reality check.

I am not sorry that my words (if it was truly even them that got you all riled up in the first place) offended you, because as a supposed advocate of free expression, you know I had every right to them. I do find it unfortunate that you believe art is solely about the thought process and not the creation process, because a true artist puts equal weight on both, and by your response, a true artist you are not.

Bitchy and Shallow in Manchester

Ugh. Glad to have gotten that shit off my chest. Moving on...

I had an awesome day yesterday. Work was actually fun - everyone was in a good mood and we were laughing and joking around all day. In the afternoon, Dave came running out of one of the exam rooms (as did all the clients who were in the middle of appointments) saying "Bear, bear!" and flooded the lobby to look out the window. There in the yard, probably 10 feet from the building, was a black bear. (No, I didn't take that picture. Oddly, I looked at my camera yesterday morning and wondered if I should bring it but thought Nah, I won't need it. Wrong!) He just sniffed around in the grass and eventually went back into the woods. It was wicked cool to see though. I've never seen a black bear in the flesh.

Another weird animal kingdom experience yesterday: I went to get gas at lunch and there was thing huge, pretty moth near the pump. I had this urge to pick it up for further inspection, so I put a finger out and it climbed aboard. It started doing this weird motion and then turned around and shot me with green stuff! My research this morning has revealed that it was probably an Owlet Moth, but I don't know what species. Further, I don't know what it shot me with. One site said that the larval stage (caterpillars) will shoot greenish liquid when annoyed and that the liquid is the remains of its last meal, but it didn't say that the adults (moths) did it. Anyway, I've come to the conclusion that I was more than likely shat upon by an annoyed Owlet Moth. How exciting! Anyhoo, this is the closest pic I could find. It was more gray than brown and had very high-contrast black as well.

I have to go check in with the orthopedic doc today to follow up after my PT discharge, get everything documented for lawsuit reasons and also inquire about the tingling/numbness thing. That's been a bit better lately, by the way. Other than that, I have no plans today. Plenty of stuff I should do, but not much I want to do. James and Dianne (+/- kids) will be coming over tomorrow night and I should probably at least make a small effort to freshen up the place. I will probably wait for Jay to get home so he can help me. What a lazy ass I am!

*yawn* Happy Thursday. You know what that means: TGIAF!!! (Thank Gawd It's Almost Friday!)

Posted @ 11:12 AM

Monday, July 11, 2005

I am ridiculously excited to say that Jay and I have a new used couch. I inherited my old used couch from my friend Kelly many moons ago when she got a new one. Not only has it has sustained some serious wear and tear over the years I've had it, but it also smells sort of odd and the fact that Kelly's daughter was conceived on it sometimes weirds me out. So, a few weekends ago when we were at Jay's sister's house, I mentioned that if they couldn't move their couch (they're moving to NC), then we'd love to have it. Laura didn't seem too excited about the idea of parting with it, so I didn't think much of it after that. Well, yesterday she called and asked if we wanted it, and wouldn't you know we had no way of moving it, so Jay said no. Jenn at work offered to help me try to go pick it up and when I told Jay, he was able to fenagle (how the heck does one spell that, anyway?) a work truck and some manpower (though I don't know who, because he's not back yet) and here sits this beautiful, like-new fluffy couch in my living room. It's the kind that looks like the cushions were spooned on like Cool Whip and you kind of sink into the crack of it if you lie down. I love it!

I don't have much to say today other than that. Oh, except


And while I'm at it, because I didn't acknowledge it publicly,


I'm goin' to make din din! Hope everyone had a lovely day!

Posted @ 7:28 PM

Sunday, July 10, 2005

You know those people with whom you tell yourself you'd hop into bed - no questions asked - if the opportunity arose? (Let's forget that this fantasy is based on the fact that it will never happen and so we are therefor safe to say we would, but probably would not in all actuality.) Well, I have a very short list. I just added (or remembered, I should say) another person on that list: Tom Robbins. The man is so fucking sensual, brilliant, eccentric, thoughtful... Mmmmm. What a wild time that could be. I just finished Jitterbug Perfume, for the third time, and love it no less now. I gave my original copy, with all my favorite highlighted quotes and bits and pieces (I never read one of his books without a highlighter), to a friend I thought was deserving and I am amazed that probably 12 years since I originally read it, the same parts stick out for me, as do a bunch of new ones.

Brace yourself. This is gonna be long. And if you want to read this book yourself, as I think every open-minded, creative, eccentric person should, consider yourself warned. None of the following could be categorized as spoilers, but you really do want to get your TR uncut and pure, not have a preconceived notion of it before you even hit the book(s). As in, what would the point be of eating flour, sugar and eggs separately? You don't get the taste of the cake that way!

"Everything sits on something else."

"For a long time now, the Romans had been increasingly under the spell of some borrowed god who sounded like particularly bad news. Modern Romans insisted that there was only one god, a notion that struck Alobar as comically simplistic. Worse, this Semitic deity was reputed to be jealous (who was there to be jealous of if there were no other gods?), vindictive, and altogether foul-tempered. If you didn't serve the nasty fellow, the Romans would burn your house down. If you did serve him, you were called a Christian and got to burn other people's houses down."

"It is to erase the fixed smiles of sleeping couples that Satan trained roosters to crow at five in the morning."

"Harsh labor pierces the rosy membrane of youth and lets the shriveling brine seep in."

"Are you to be an individual, a trespasser in territory none else has had the wit or nerve to explore, or just another troublesome mosquito to be swatted by the authorities?"

"Christianity is merely a system for turning priestesses into handmaidens, queens into concubines and goddesses into muses."

"Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room where you are right in the middle of something and it does not bother to wipe its boots."

"The rusted-out VW bug is the national bird of Waitressland."

"There is a comfort in conformity, a security in control, that is appealing. There is a thrill in domination, and we are all of us secretly attracted to violence."

"Of our nine planets, Saturn is the one that looks like fun. Of our trees, the palm is obviously the stand-up comedian. Among fowl, the jester's cap is worn by the duck. Of our fruits and vegetables, the tomato could play Falstaff, the banana a more slapstick role. As Hamlet -- or MacBeth -- the beet is cast."

"Bones are patient. Bones never tire nor do they run away. When you come upon a man who has been dead many years, his bones will still be lying there, in place, content, patiently waiting, but his flesh will have gotten up and left him. Water is like flesh. Water will not stand still. It is always off to somewhere else; restless, talkative and curious. Even water in a covered jar will disappear in time. Flesh is water. Stones are like bones. Satisfied. Patient. Dependable."

"Perhaps the most terrible (or wonderful) thing that can happen to an imaginative youth, aside from the curse (or blessing) of imagination itself, is to be exposed without preparation to the life outside his or her own sphere -- the sudden revelation that there is a there out there."

"The gods have a great sense of humor, don't they? If you lack the iron and fizz to take control of your own life, if you insist on leaving your fate to the gods, then the gods will repay your weakness by having a grin or two at your expense. Should you fail to pilot your own ship, don't be surprised at what inappropriate port you find yourself docked. The dull and prosaic will be granted adventures that will dice their central nervous system like an onion, romantic dreamers will end up in the rope yard."

"The price of self-destiny is never cheap, and in certain situations it is unthinkable. But to achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought."

"If being alive is not a virtue, then there is little virtue in virtue, that is what I say."

"Disgustingly enough, I am finding joy in my continued presence in this world of illusions."

"Those who posses wisdom can't just ladle it out to every wantwit and jackanapes who comes along and asks for it. A person must be prepared to receive wisdom, or else it will do him more harm than good. Moreover, a lout thrashing about in the clear waters of wisdom will dirty those waters for everyone else."

"There is plenty of misery in the world, all right, but there is ample pleasure, as well."

"Poor little babies are so afraid of pain that they spurn the myriad sweet wonders of life so that they might protect themselves from hurt. How can you respect that sort of weakness, how can you admire a human who consciously embraces the bland, the mediocre, and the safe rather than risk the suffering that disappointments can bring?"

"If desire causes suffering, it may be because we do not desire wisely, or that we are inexpert at obtaining what we desire. Instead of hiding our heads in a prayer cloth and building walls against temptation, why not get better at fulfilling desire? Salvation is for the feeble, that's what I think. I don't want salvation. I want life, all of life, the miserable as well as the superb. If the gods would tax ecstasy, then I shall pay; however, I shall protest their taxes at each opportunity and if Woden or Shiva or Buddah or that Christian fellow -- what's his name? -- cannot respect that, then I accept their wrath. At least I will have tasted the banquet that they have spread before me on this rich, round planet, rather than recoiling from it like a toothless bunny. I cannot believe that the most delicious things here are merely to test us, to tempt us, to make it the more difficult for us to capture the grand prize: the safety of the void. To fashion a life such a pretty game is unworthy of both men and gods."

"If the earth needs night as well as day, wouldn't it follow that the soul requires endarkenment to balance enlightenment?"

"When we accept small wonders, we qualify ourselves to imagine great wonders."

"The devil will bite a young girl if she gives him a spot."

"Every passive mollusk demonstrates the hidden vigor of introversion, the power that is contained in peace."

"There are people in this world who can wear whale masks and people who cannot, and the wise know to which group they belong."

"Profiteering is honorable and healthy, greed is degrading, perverse."

"Life is transitory, money is eternal. Or it could be, if the damned Americans would lower their interest rates."

"Every daydream that involves the past sports in its hatband a ticket to the grave."

"The Middle Ages hangs over history's belt like a beer belly. It is too late now for aerobic dancing or cottage cheese lunches to reduce the Middle Ages. History will have to wear size 48 shorts forever."

"The spirit of one individual can supersede and dismiss the entire clockworks of history."

"Our individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, bust blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures it and rides it, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life's bittersweet route."

"Often, Claude simply could not imagine the couples he met at parties or passed on the street ever being locked in carnal embrace. It was not merely disgusting, it seemed impossible. Had they not had children, he would have been convinced that they cohabitated plaonically. This was especially true if the people were fat or stupid. Claude believed that only smart, attractive people had the right to fuck, and it sincerely hurt him when he discovered evidence to the contrary."

"It is better to be small, colorful, sexy, careless and peaceful, like the flowers, than large, conservative, repressed, fearful, and aggressive, like the thunder lizards."

"Perfume, fundamentally, is the sexual attractant of flowers, or, in the case of civet and musk, of animals. Squeezed from the reproductive glands of plants and creatures, perfume is the smell of creation, a sign dramatically delivered to our senses of the Earth's regenerative powers -- a message of hope and a message of pleasure."

"Illumination, like it or not, is an elitist condition; in every era and in almost every area, there have resided tiny minorities of enlightened individuals, living their lives upon the threshold, at the gateway of the next evolutionary phase, a phase whose actualization is probably still hundreds of years down the line."

"A sense of humor, properly developed, is superior to any religion so far devised."

"Death is the fly in everybody's ointment."

"Me, I love the rich. Somebody has to love them. Sure, a lot o' rich people are assholes, but believe me, a lot o' poor people are assholes, too, and an asshole with money can at least pay for his own drinks."

"What bothers me today is the lack of, well, I guess you'd call it authentic experience. So much is a sham. So much is artificial, synthetic, watered-down and standardized. You know, less than half a century ago there were sixty-three varieties of lettuce in California alone. Today, there are four. And they are not the four best lettuces, either; not the most tasty or nutritious. They are the hybrid lettuces with built-in shelf life, the ones that have a safe, clean, consistent look in the supermarket. It's that way with so many things. We're even standardizing people, their goals, their ideas. It's a sham everywhere."

"Alcoholism is an imperfect spiritual longing."

"Teachers who offer you the ultimate answers do not posses the ultimate answers, for if they did, they would know that the ultimate answers cannot be given, they can only be received."

Anyway, yeah... So there was a lot of goodness in this book. Intellectual nutrition. Enjoyed whole-heartedly.

I just went downstairs to put my laundry in the dryer and there was a note, written on a child's stationery, in childish writing, on one of the washers I was using, that said "Don't move peoples clothes from the washer if the dryers are full! That was very rude!" Well, when I went down to put my clothes in the wash, there was a washer full of finished clothes, just sitting there, with a dryer open and available, but no clothing owner in sight. So was that rude of me to move it until they got their asses back to the laundry room and stuck it in the dryer? She came down when I was moving clothes from wash to dry and I asked her if she was the one who had written the note. She said yes and I said, "Well, I am sorry you think I'm rude. I thought it was a bit rude that you left your clothes sitting there when there are people waiting in line to do their laundry." She looked all sheepish and left. I bet she has a cranky mother who put her up to it. *sigh* Anyway, I just thought that was lame. Ugh.

I guess that's all I have to say today. Hope everyone had a good weekend.

Posted @ 5:10 PM

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Well, what can I tell you? The blue layout was irritating me. It was too small or something. *shrug* The only reason I really did that anyway is because Rome mentioned that I tend to do variations on the same layout, which is totally true, and admittedly boring and safe. Not a lot of thought has to go into more or less duplicating the same layout over and over again. I mean, sure, the graphics change, but the coding doesn't much. Anyhoo, here's a color scheme that I like today. I very well may get the urge to do something different tomorrow. The A.D.H.D., you know.

I've done pretty much nothing today, aside from go see my medicine man and go to the pharmacy. Jay had an MRI yesterday because he can't open or close his jaw without a ton of pain and since they won't have results until Monday or Tuesday, they've got him all doped up on pain meds and muscle relaxants... Shit! I just picked up a mostly empty bag of Terra Chips upside-down and now have little red and orange flakes all over my mouse pad and floor. Argh! ....Anyway, he's been knocked out cold most of the day and I have been playing with my new layout, so nothing much has transpired. This week was insane at work (and I am beginning to realize that it's not going to pass - it's just the new "normal" at The Animal Hospital of Barrington) and I needed to vegetate today. It's good (but scary) that business is booming the way it is. I can't even imagine what the future holds, if we're already balls to the wall by year two.

Gotta go stir the Annie's, which if you've never had, you need to get your head out of your ass and acquire! Hope everyone's having a lovely weekend.

Posted @ 5:41 PM

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

I'm feeling so lame, I'm even going to copy and paste part of an old post instead of trying to muster a truly new one (or even a slightly revamped version of the old one), and it hasn't even been like a year or something, so that the old post might seem new to anyone who hasn't read or has read and forgotten it...

Thlbbbth. That is my best spelling of Raspberry's cousin -- a slowed-down version of the tongue between the lips and the flatulent noise made when air is forced out through the seams. This is the sound of a long day taking its toll. This is the sound of a bored girl who is feeling uninspired. This is the sound of that time of the month bitch-slapping my generally cheery disposition. This is the sound of a dissatisfied circus chimpanzee. Thlbbbth. Thlbbbth, thlbbbth, thlbbbth!

I was discharged from PT last night and was thrilled with that, except that I may be destined to return, as the pinky and left half of my ring finger on my left arm have been tingling for a week and I have been advised by my new PT (Denise moved back to Canada, eh) to go to the orthopedic person again and see if I need to be referred back. Upon internet researching, I have discovered that the ulnar nerve is responsible for the sensation in the pinky and that half of the ring finger, and as its nervous jurisdiction is so oddly specific, I am inclined to believe that it is more than likely involved in this problem - though I am not one of those people who's like, "Well, I am a bit light headed and my sense of smell is weaker - I must have a brain tumor!" Anyway, so the discharge from PT was bittersweet. I'm done (except for my home exercises) with one thing and probably on to something else. Thlbbbth.

Other than that, I am stressed out from work, totally broke and generally dissatisfied at the moment. Ain't I just a ray of fucking sunshine?

Catch you later.

Posted @ 8:43 PM

Monday, July 04, 2005

I've been on a sort of smiley and icon kick lately. Though beer has not been a part of my Fourth of July at all (and somewhat sadly, I might add), I was inspired to make a Corona with Lyme icon. Wha'da'ya think? I like it. I am so used to making ginormous (word courtesy of Buddy the Elf) layouts that it's kind of nice to go the opposite way and try less than 30x30 pixels! (Incidentally, my fingers got dyslexic on me and I typed opposite as poopsite. Lol. Would that be a synonym for the shitter?)

So, we were supposed to go down to Derry to partake in holiday festivities with James and Dianne, but oddly, Jay was the one who initially said he didn't want to go, whereas I am usually the party pooper. Inevitably, those shindigs run late and are quite heavily fueled by alcohol and with work bright and early tomorrow, I wasn't up for it. *shrug* I called my mom earlier and she asked what we were doing today and I said "Nothing," followed by something akin to "Jay and I are a couple of old farts," and without hesitation, she said, "Yes you are!" Wow. Hard to hear your old fart mother agree that you yourself are an old fart. Anyway, this weekend was made for slackerdom and I am not going against the grain.

P.S. I even made a Goon Dog icon! See the Girl page for a pic to compare!

Posted @ 5:42 PM

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Is that cute or what? She usually sleeps on her back like that and it's adorable, but seeing her on her side was even cuter! That's my Squishy Millie Kitty for ya!

Jay and I went to see War of the Worlds last night. That was one friggin intense movie! For me, the end was a little weak and abrupt, but the effects were amazing and I have never felt so much like an ant on this big ball called Earth. Incidentally, last Wednesday The Buzz played the original War of the Worlds, which was a radio broadcast based on a book in 1938. It was done in the style of a news broadcast and back then, without any effective means of squelching beliefs that it was real, panic ensued. I was glued to the radio in my car on Wednesday, trying to imagine what people must have been thinking. Wow. For anyone who has never heard it, I'd recommend having a listen.

Other than that, I don't have anything major to report. I've been nose-deep in Jitterbug Perfume today, when I wasn't blowing my "y'done good" work money at Target. I love Target.

Hope everyone has a happy 4th!

Posted @ 5:16 PM

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Well, I'm exhausted. How are you? This week was crazy, especially yesterday. Typical Friday before a holiday - everything becomes an emergency when it's going to compromise one's long weekend elsewhere. I can't tell you how many times I heard "Well, we're supposed to be leaving for the weekend..." Um, and the purulent, scabby abrasions you say your dog has had for a month are now critical, eh? People piss me off. So, we had a lot of those people, as well as a bunch of emergencies. It sucked. We were all brain-fried by the end of the day - I understand more and more the meaning of "compassion fatigue." Anyway...

Though it wasn't for the purpose of boosting morale the end of an awful day (or so they said), Dave and Michelle presented us each with a little yellow envelope yesterday. Mine read inside: "Thank you for all your hard work and dedication. We appreciate all you do. Enjoy a 4th of July on us!" and was accompanied by $100. They so totally rock! My first instinct was to put it in my checking account and use it to pay bills or get groceries but then I thought to myself this is my reward for working my ass off! I am going to spend it on ME! Haven't decided what to buy yet. The bills are sitting here staring at me, as if to say, "We're getting kind of tired of hanging around doing nothing. Can we go somewhere?" Anyway, we shall see where they end up. Today I don't feel like doing a damn thing, so they may have to wait until tomorrow.

It's a beautiful day so far in ManchVegas - and for anyone who doesn't know, that's how we begrudging transplants refer to Manchester, though I think the natives call it that, too. Jay was up at the asscrack of dawn (as usual) and is now back in bed (also as usual.) I am listening to Rock 101 and giving up for the time being on a new layout I am not liking. I'unno what's in store for the rest of the day. Quite possibly nothing. I've earned the right to do nothing for a day.

Hope y'all have a lovely Saturday. I'm sure you'll hear from me again.

Posted @ 10:41 AM

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