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Friday, July 31st, 2009
9:20 pm - Thanks for the welcome back!
It is so awesome to see all of you here. In my spare seconds, I've been trying to browse and catch up on what you all are doing. I could give you a brief catchup on me, I suppose if you'd like?

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Saturday, July 18th, 2009
8:40 pm - Hey
You're all still here! Hi everybody. Took a while to remember the password.

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Sunday, March 25th, 2007
5:34 pm - chance
ok, so I am ordering Amber Benson's movie Chance that I didn't realize you could order because I'm lame. Except that the site says that it will take 4-6 weeks to arrive. Does anyone work on the site? Know if I can pay extra for quick shipping? Have a copy I can borrow until mine arrives? I am really hoping to get it for an event in 2 weeks. I'm completely out of luck, aren't I...

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Monday, January 22nd, 2007
9:02 am - the camp should be ok soon
I didn't actually mean to let the domain expire. I've renewed it now, so it should be back soon, probably later today.

Sorry about that.

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Tuesday, January 16th, 2007
2:12 am - *tap*tap*
Hola. Como estas?

Hey, does anyone still have pics online from Caritas 2001?

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Wednesday, July 20th, 2005
8:32 pm - another day, another shot
So, I saw the ortho today. He said of course the shot the other doctor gave me didn't help because he gave me the shot in the wrong place. So, I got another shot. It hurt like hell. He told me to ice it and take ibuprofin, which of course the other guy didn't mention (but gttygrl did!).

I had been wondering if I was just being a bitch to that other doctor and actually he was ok, but now that I've been to a normal, non-scary doctor again and can compare, I realize I was being too nice to that freak of a doctor. Who gave me the most painful shot ever, right in my joint. in the wrong place.

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Friday, July 15th, 2005
2:25 pm
1. I left early yesterday and changed into pajama pants. Much more comfortable. Today, I am wearing yoga pants to work. I have learned my lesson.

2. My arm is THROBBING. I have made an appt with my ortho for next Wednesday.

3. 20 things that only happen in movies.

4. I gave the cat a bath last night! And am still alive!

Um, that's all.

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Thursday, July 14th, 2005
1:46 pm
I'm thinking of leaving work early because my jeans are uncomfortable. Is that wrong?

PS, my elbow still hurts.

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Tuesday, July 12th, 2005
10:41 am - Scary doctor update
I went yesterday. The doctor thought my tests looked fine, so he decided to inject my elbow joint with something. I thought it was cortisone, but he said there were three things in it, so I'm not sure. Again with the waiting (although this time only 35 minutes alone in the room) and again with the random people coming in and out and just staring for a while, then leaving. He said it would last a week. It hurt worse than any shot ever and dammit, my elbow still hurts! A lot. So, a lot of good that did.

They want to me schedule a follow up, but I'm thinking not. Key quotes:

After rubbing my elbow with alcohol, to the nurse:

"Where's the other stuff?" (Iodine, maybe?)

"I don't know. I couldn't find it. So, I didn't bring any."

"Oh." (he thinks) "Maybe we should find it though. It's part of the process after all."

I wait.... she comes back.

"This isn't the same thing, but will it work anyway?" (she holds up a bottle of red liquid.)

"What's that?" (he reads). "I think that will be OK."

(He rubs the unidentified liquid all over my skin.)

When writing me a prescription:

"So, have you heard of DMSO? It was really big in the 70's. People with arthritis were going down to Mexico for it. It was really great. And I never heard anything bad happening to any of them, so I guess it's OK. The only warning I ever heard was not to accidentally get anything else mixed in with it, because whatever is mixed in there will get absorbed by your skin. So, then I thought, well what if we put some prednisone in there. Then it would absorb right in!

I've tried it on two people so far, and I haven't heard any complaints. You can't just get this prescription filled though. The pharmacist has to grind up the prednisone with a mortar and pestle and then mix it with the DMSO. I'm not sure if too many pharmacists still do that kind of thing. There's one here (in this scary back woods town) that will though."

When telling me about this tablet he thinks I should take, he's not sure what it's called, but he thinks it has ground up cartilage in it:

"I don't know how it can possibly work. I mean, you ingest it and it gets digested in your stomach. How does it know to go to your joints after that? maybe it just goes everywhere. I think my wife gives it to our dog. he got into a dog fight last night..."

(At this point, he is called away to answer the phone. I hear snippets of the conversation...)

"Well, how do you know she had a heart attack? Did she get an EMG? No, I don't have a book around here that would tell you. I think an EMG is better. Otherwise, I can't say for sure that it was a heart attack."

Another overheard phone converstation, while I was waiting to be seen...

"I don't understand why there are all these new requirements for writing prescriptions. It's just too many words for me to write. I'm going to keep writing them the way I always have. All those words are too much work."

So, anyway, I still have a throbby elbow and there is no way in hell I'm going back to that place.

ETA: Oh, I forgot one!

When talking about the deteriorating cartilage in my knee:

"Are you allergic to chickens?

There's this stuff we can inject under your knee that helps lubricate it."

"And it's made from... chickens?"

"It is!"

"Um, I'll think about it."

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Friday, July 8th, 2005
3:22 pm
I have a follow doctor's appt. on Monday. The more I think about it, the more I think I don't want to go back to that doctor. Cindy, I think I will take you up on that offer to see if you can get any good recommendations.

I went to the EMG appt with the vague information of "at Evergreen hospital, but not in the hospital building. Number C50." I figured I would just call the hospital to get better directions, since the doctor's office gave me nothing else -- not the name of who I had the appt with, not the address, nothing.

So, I called the hospital as I was driving to the appt. They had no idea what C50 was. They transferred me to neurology. Who had no record of my appt. They transferred me to someone else who did EMGs, who also had no idea.

I called the doctor's office. The girl said "at the hospital. at the top of the hill." (duh)

I said, what's the address? what's the doctor's name? what's the phone number?

She ignored me. "At the top of the hill. Where you are? Do you see the pharmacy?"

Yes, I saw a pharmacy. Two blocks away from the hospital.

"Turn in there."

So, I did. Evergreen professional center. Two blocks from the hospital. Not affiliated with the hospital in any way. Completely hidden from view. I had to walk through the buildings to find a door numbered "C50". This is not anything I could have possibly seen from the street.

The girl did the thing where she electrocuted my nerves and stuck needles in my muscles. It was lovely.

Then, I went to do the x-ray. I had been told to just go into the hospital and do it anytime. I went in. They had no record of me. Did my doctor fax the paperwork? Because they had no paperwork. They could not help me.

I left.

I called the doctor's office again. She said, "you turn right around and go back. I did too fax them paperwork and they lose it all the time. You go back and tell them I faxed it already."

Uh.. I did that? And they said they couldn't help me?

Anyway, I said I would go later. I still haven't been. But my appt is Monday afternoon, so I need to figure out something I guess.

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Wednesday, June 29th, 2005
2:12 pm
I just had the most irritating doctor's appointment. And I'm torn because I've tried two different doctors in Seattle and they both have been crap diagnosis-wise, and this guy seemed maybe better, but... possibly not. And if he is a good doctor, I suppose it's worth dealing with the irritation. Maybe.

My right elbow has been killing me for about a week. It's gotten to the point that my whole arm just throbs in pain all the time. Se above re: crap doctors, so I thought I'd try someone new. I thought I'd try an osteopath because most of my troubles seem to be muscle/skeletal related. Osteopaths are hard to find. I found three that take my insurance in the general area, but none were very close. I opted to call one in Snohomish (about 20 minutes north of where I work). They said they could get me in today.

I asked for directions. The receptionist seemed very confused and had no idea. Well, whatever. I drove out there this morning. The first odd thing was the paperwork. It seemed geared for the older person. (I should mention that I noticed online that the doctor got his degree in 1958. So, I figured he either was very wise from experience or very old school and set in his ways.) One whole page of the patient history chart was for the doctor to rate the patient on each visit regarding Alzheimer's. The last page was a living will that was basically a DNR order. All you had to do was sign and no one would take heroic measures to save you. Is that really the kind of thing that should just be included in a bunch of new patient paperwork? Isn't that something that people should think about and discuss? If I hadn't been paying attention, I would have just signed it along with everything else.

The receptionist asked if it was a work-related injury. I said no. Then, someone else came out and asked if it was my elbow because if it was it probably was work-related and they needed to bill my work rather than my insurance because it was probably from using the mouse. So, I got to talk all about my medical history right there in the lobby and explain how I'm left handed so I don't even use my right hand for the mouse and I was diagnosed with cubital tunnel syndrome years ago and it's probably that.

Anyway. I finally made it back into a room. My appt. was for 11:30; they asked me to get there at 11:15 for paperwork. I ended up in a room just after 11:30. The nurse (or whoever, she didn't say) brought me back, and another girl was tagging along. She didn't say who she was, or anything else. She just watched. The nurse took my blood pressure and temperature and asked about my elbow. I said I'd been diagnosed with cubital tunnel syndrome and she had never heard of a cubital tunnel. Which I didn't think boded well if she was indeed a nurse. Anyway, she said the doctor would be in "shortly" and then they both left. At 12:15 (45 minutes later), I was still in there by myself.

So, I opened the door and saw that same nurse. She looked at me like I was crazy and asked what I wanted. I asked her how much longer she expected the doctor to be, because if it was a lot longer, I would just reschedule. She said, "he'll be in shortly." And I thought, well, "shortly" could mean anything because you said that 45 minutes ago. So, I said, do you know approximately how long? 5 minutes An hour? "He'll be there soon," she said and walked away.

Right then.

So, the doctor came (at 12:30, no mention of it being an hour past my appt time). He had another girl tagging along who also didn't say anything. She just watched. He seemed to know exactly what the problem was and did the tests the osteopath I went to years ago did for this same thing (so that's a good sign) and started rattling off things to do: Get an EMG from a neurologist, get an x-ray, get a shot in my joint, rub DMSO (I don't know what it is? It's probably before my time, he said) and prednesone in the joint. But then, he didn't do anything. I started asking questions. OK, so how do I go about getting the EMG? Oh, well, he'll write a referral. What about the x-ray? Oh, yes, I should write something up for that. The shot? Yes, I could get a shot. For now I should take advil. No comment on when I might actually get the shot.

He said that "they" say to refer someone with this type of thing to an othopedic surgeon, but he never does, since it's "obvious" what it is.

In the meantime, the two girls who brought me into the room initially came into the room and stood against the wall and watched me and talked to each other. So, three women were leaning against the wall watching me while I was trying to talk to the doctor. And no one said anything about it. I was very close to saying, "you are making me very uncomfortable. Do you all need to be in the room?" Finally, two of them left.

So, now I have an excruciatingly painful elbow and arm and an appointment for someone to stick me with needles and run elecric current through my arm on Tuesday. Until then, I guess I'll take advil.

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Thursday, June 23rd, 2005
3:43 pm
I am afraid of espresso machines.

This may sound ridiculous, what with my coffee addiction, but it's true. Probably it's because of that whole deal where I worked at a bagel shop for a week in college and I was supposed to make lattes and assorted other coffee drinks only no one ever showed me how to use the machine and so people would order stuff and look at me expectantly and I would try to do the milk thing and then hot air and milk would scald me and the customer would look at me with a worried face and it just never worked out and one day I called before my shift and said I wasn't coming in anymore.

So, anyway. I've been using the one-shot coffeemaker at work, because the espresso machine is just too intimidating. Although I always look longingly as other people make their lattes and mochas. Today, as I was waiting for my coffee, a coworker came by to make his latte. And he offered to show me how to use the machine. He just had no idea how scared I was. As he was showing me, several other people showed up to get their coffees, so I was extra intimidated by all the onlookers. I had LSD-style flashbacks to the bagel shop. But, somehow I managed. And my latte was quite good, thank you.

So, maybe I'll try it again tomorrow on my own. Maybe.

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Friday, June 17th, 2005
2:19 pm
I found this particularly amusing.

LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name:innocentgurl
Your haiku:so what could i do
even though i was running
late for a threesome
Created by Grahame

Another thing I found amusing: Our breakfast spread this morning at work consisted of donuts, muffins, bagels, cream cheese, fruit, cheese, and... pickles.

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Tuesday, May 24th, 2005
11:11 am - the conclusion to the cat saga
This morning, as I was starting to drive away after checking my mail, a maintenance guy waved me down. I pulled over and rolled down my window.

"Are your cats OK?"

It was the guy who went in and fed the kitties!

I said that they were and he said that he hoped that it was OK that he went in and that I didn't mind. I said, no way, I was so glad he went in! He said that he hoped that it was OK, but he had changed the litter also, because it looked like maybe the cats weren't too happy about using the litter box anymore. So that explains why the cats didn't look for litter box alternatives. I thanked him several times and said the kitties appreciated it also.

I didn't mention that eiddy would have killed him and stolen his lock picking tools had he not agreed, so it worked out all around.

(sparkly love)

Friday, May 20th, 2005
11:19 am
Why must the kitchen be stocked with reese's peanut butter cups? How long can I resist their siren song?

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Thursday, April 28th, 2005
9:22 pm
A few days ago, aliaslovinhos and I were leaving a bikini store (do not ask; it is not something I want to remember) and this girl chased us down the stairs. She said she was stopping us because we were "adorable". Well, thank you! We love being called adorable! We have to go now! (As we knew obviously, she must be selling something.) Sadly, she was not recruiting us to be bikini models for the store's Web site (although the signs were up around the store everywhere!). No. She wanted us to buy Mary Kay from her. She would like to give us facials and have fun girl time!

We didn't have the heart to tell her that we swore off Mary Kay forever that time that we had to go to my coworker's party and they made us read from a book! Out loud! About Mary Kay! Seriously. That is just not cool.

She wanted us to fill out little forms and she really really wanted us to have these free gift cards. We said we were in a hurry (which was true, actually. Bikini shopping took longer than I had anticipated and I was running late for a conference call. As it was, I walked back to my office just as the phone was ringing. Perfect timing! But anyway), but she said, take the cards anyway! I want you to have them! So, not wanting to make her cry or anything, I did give her my e-mail address.

She wrote me tonight! Wondering when we wanted our girl facial party night! I told M and he said that in his fantasy world, the girl was really hot and is really propositioning us for a threesome. I told him I would give her his number. He could have the facial party night and read from the book and tell us all about it.

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1:55 pm - it's one heavy duty brace

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8:39 am
Rather than go to the ER, I should just call gttygrl from now on. Her advice was perfect! I went to the orthopedic surgeon yesterday afternoon and she said the most important things were to ice and take advil. Which of course the ER doctor did not mention so I had not been doing. So, I did that last night and it's already feeling better! I mean, I can't walk on it or anything, but still! Better!

They think I probably have a torn meniscus, which I guess is the cartilage under my knee cap. They have to do an MRI to be sure, but since I'm going to Mexico next week, they said that I can go on the trip and hike and be active and as long as I do straight things rather than twisty things (hiking OK, racquetball not OK), I won't damage the area any more than it is. And with ice (four times a day) and Advil (twice a day) and my seriously hard core brace that they gave me that has hinges and everything, I should be able to walk on it by next week. I mean, sure, I might have to take percoset at night after a day of hiking, but I'm going on vacation, dammit!

Then, they said after I get back, to come back and have the MRI and go from there.

I cried in the office because I'm a big baby and it hurts and I don't want my knee to hurt on vacation! So, hopefully I can walk on it by Sunday. I don't want to bring crutches to Mexico. And I can't see hiking with the current hopping style I have going on now. Although it probably would be funny to everyone else.

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Wednesday, April 27th, 2005
8:27 am
My knee has stopped working.

Note that only yesterday I booked many strenuous activites, such as hiking through the jungle, and climbing up tall pyramids, for our trip to Mexico next week. So, obviously, my knee had to do something protest.

I kneeled down to look at something and felt a very bad pain. I stood up and could no longer put any weight on my knee or extend it. It seems to be OK bent. We went to the ER last night and the doctor was possibly drunk. Or has watched too much TV based in hospitals where no one actually does doctor stuff.

"Let me tell you something about knee pain. It's a pain in the ass. It's impossible to diagnose."


He poked around at it, decided he had no idea what was wrong with it, and didn't think I needed x-rays because it's probably a ligament or joint or some other non-bone thing.

"Huh. I really don't know. You should go see an orthopedic surgeon. Or you know, maybe it'll work itself out in a few days."

I asked if I should try to walk on it to work it out or stay off it to let it heal or what. "Hmm... I really couldn't say. I really don't know what's wrong with it."

Right then.

He started saying it was probably a torn "thread" of some kind, but then felt his own knee and extended it and said, mostly to himself, "but it wouldn't really cause a pain I guess..."

So really not very helpful. He gave me a prescription for percoset and crutches. We stopped by the pharmacy and of course they were out of crutches. So, I guess I'll just hop. I have an appt with an orthopedic surgeon today at 3.

M asked me to find out the details of postponing our trip. I don't want to postpone our trip. I want my knee to work. I'm really really sad right now.

(11 sparkles |sparkly love)

Wednesday, April 13th, 2005
9:41 pm
For some of my friends (you know who you are...)

Bloom says, "Brad helped me through the rough period after my split from Kate."

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Monday, April 4th, 2005
1:48 pm
Hee. Y'all know I wouldn't just hope not to get pregnant, right?

Text message from M:

"Why do we have to lose an hour of sleep? Why can't we lose an hour of work?"

I swear it was like I lost an entire day yesterday, not just an hour. Hate daylight savings.

Speaking of hate, I have costochondritis. Again. This is the third time I've had it. I ended up in the ER last year. This time, I knew the symptoms, so I didn't worry so much. It started last weekend. I woke up at 3am with excruciating chest pain. It happened again a couple of days later. I spent most of Tuesday at the doctor's, and he did x-rays to rule out a "big 'ole tumor", etc. He suggested I stop working out until it goes away, but of course I have not, and so today, my chest is killing me (and has been all weekend, but it seems to be worse today). He gave me a prescription anti-inflammatory, but it does not seem to be working.

He also decided that I have a pinched nerve causing that pesky side pain and also degenerative arthritis in my neck. But it should clear up on its own and I shouldn't worry. The definition of degenerative arthritis is "chronic breakdown of cartilage in the joints; the most common form of arthritis occurring usually after middle age." I'm not middle-aged yet! Dammit. Also, note I have degenerating cartilage in my right knee, which has been causing me to hobble lately. Because my knee just gives out with no warning.

All of which is made worse by working out. But you're supposed to work out for long-term health benefits: for a healthy heart, stamina, strength, etc. But I'm not supposed to work out because I have an old creaky body. At my very youthful age. It is very distressing.

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12:13 pm
My doctor's office called me back (amazing!). She said that she looked everywhere (?!) and can't find a fax from my pharmacist. So, I should ask them to fax it again. But not to worry! My pharmacist can just give me a few pills to tide me over! He can? Uh, OK.

So, I called my pharmacist, and he said that he had confirmation that the fax had been received, but OK, he'd fax it again. And uh, no, he can't give me a few pills to tide me over because he can't split a pack. Which is sort of what I was thinking. So, now I don't know whether to call my doctor again and go through all of that again asking if it got faxed or just wait and hope I don't get pregnant.

(6 sparkles |sparkly love)

10:34 am
Several years ago Julie (Antipodean) sent me a t-shirt from the Melbourne museum of art. On the front it says:


So, I wore it today, thinking today would be the day I would not be stressed. Weightless, you see. I just wasn't going to keep worrying.

Things started out great. I wore the Miss Sixty jeans that aliaslovinhos hemmed for me that I haven't worn in months and months. And no, it's not because she did a bad hem job. She did an awesome job (which consisted of me handing her scissors and her cutting off about six inches; the jeans now have a lovely fringed cut-off look). It's just that they didn't fit me. And today, they not only fit, but were a little loose.

However. Wny is it that I get so easily irritated at work? These are just little petty things that I won't ever have to worry about again very soon. At the end of last week, I sent someone a document attached to an e-mail that said, I think we should add x to this. Should we? If so I need this information to do so. No response. However, today, that person opened a bug that said, "the document is missing x. please add it." This is the person who last week did the same basic thing twice and when I mentioned the answers had been in the e-mail I sent her, said that she never reads the e-mail. But why I am irritated? It's so minor and soon I won't have to deal with it anymore.

Also. On Saturday, I went to the pharmacy to refill my pill prescription. They told me it expired. Which was annoying because when I had called the doctor to make my yearly appointment, they were of course, booked for months and made no mention of the prescription expiring. So, the pharmacist said they faxed the doctor for a refill and generally the doctors look them over first thing Monday morning. So, what could I do, even though I was supposed to start my new pack on Sunday.

The pharmacist said, well, it might take a few days for them to get back to us, but that's OK because you can skip up to three days with no problem. Huh? Three days? Dude, my sister got pregnant with skipping no days, so I think maybe I won't take the chance. And I immediately thought of this recent entry:

“She said that if getting pregnant would be the absolute worst thing right now that we should use a back-up method. And I was all WORST THING? UM, YEAH. Hell yes, a back-up method, LIKE MY MOUTH.”

So, this morning, I called the doctor's office to make sure they had received the refill request and were indeed planning to refill it. It went like this:

"Blah blah, me explaining."

"The doctor will look over the refill requests at the end of the day."

"OK, well, I was supposed to start my pack yesterday. Is there any way to see if she could look at it earlier?"

"She's busy all day."

"Well, can you check to see if you at least received it?"

"Did your pharmacist fax it? Then we received it."

"Well, but can you check? I'd hate to wait for a few days only to find you never received it."

"You can tell your pharmacist to fax it again."

"Well, but I just want to make sure you got it."

"What's your name?"

(I tell her.)

She starts to hang up.

"Wait, but are you going to check to see if you got it?"

"No, this is a big office. I'm not sure where it would be."


"Well, can you check later and call me if you don't have it?"

BIG SIGH. "Fine, what's your number?"

I tell her.

She hangs up on me.

So, yeah, I'm thinking that went really well and I should expect new pills any moment!

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Monday, March 28th, 2005
4:48 pm - two things, completely unrelated
I was listening to this story on NPR about gay meth users and how they're more likely to have unprotected sex and more likely to be HIV-positive. And you could tell they meant it to be all gritty and ground breaking, although I was thinking, people who do drugs are more likely to have unprotected sex? And people who have unprotected sex are more likely to be HIV-positive? This is breaking news because...? But anyway, one of the big points of the story was that meth makes people (both gay and straight, they stressed) want to have lots of sex all the time. With lots of people. Bring on the sex!

And so this reporter went to a bath house and talked to this naked guy who was doing meth and offered to give the reporter a massage (he seemed quite shocked). But the funny part was that the drugged-out naked guy declined to be recorded. So, meth makes you all crazy with the sex and the back rubs, but you don't lose it completely and agree to be interviewed on tape or any thing. There's a line you just don't cross, high or not.

Also. Why are there no clothes? I'm looking for something simple: wide-leg, comfortable pants in white, chocolate, or black. Possibly in linen or some other material that's fairly casual. And then some shirt that doesn't appear to double my midsection. Maybe pants like this (although preferably not cropped). Maybe more like this, at least in length, but in a different fabric. And maybe a shirt like this. Or whatever. It could even be a linen-type button down shirt. I cannot actually order those items, because they said they will ship them within 30 days! 30 days!

So, I went to Nordstrom Rack. Nothing. I went to all the stores in the dinky mall where Nordstrom Rack is (that would be Target, Mervyn's, and Gottshalks). Nothing. I went to the other mall. Macy's, all the little stores. Nothing. I finally went to Nordstrom. Surely they would have something? No, no they would not. The closest I got to finding pants was a pair by Ralph Loren for $525. I didn't try them on for fear that I'd actually like them and buy them.

Is what I want really so impossible to find?

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Tuesday, March 8th, 2005
6:26 pm
The people who live below me are the loudest people ever. It's not just they play loud music, although they do, or that they slam things around a lot, although they do, or that they have a toddler who cries a lot, although they do. It's that the husband does this thing (all day and all night, seriously) where he throws the baby around yelling "woohoo" at the top of his lungs and doing this crazy cartoon laugh. For hours. And hours. I didn't realize he was throwing the baby around while he did it, although I assumed something like that was going on, but today I came home for lunch and their bedroom window was open, which made him superloud and as I walked by I could see the tossing. He's doing it again now. With the crazy annoying, really loud laughing.

Is it so wrong that I'm so annoyed by a father playing with his daughter? Couldn't they play a little more quietly?

(sparkly love)

Saturday, March 5th, 2005
8:07 pm - For eiddy
How to kick someone's ass with an umbrella, as told in 1902:

Or a walking stick...

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Saturday, January 1st, 2005
8:21 pm - two things
Just now, at the gym, I had the iPod set to random, and after a good hour of truly ecclectic songs, suddenly, I heard eiddy's voice and realized it was our dramatic slash reading!

There was another thing, but I forgot.

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Thursday, December 30th, 2004
5:55 pm
choices about superplin...

Pick which one best represents me and then post this in your own journal:

dominant or submissive
logical or intuitive (although I think it's more a little of both...)
social or loner (but not in a scary way!)
kinky or vanilla
cute or sophisticated (but also cute!)
kitten or puppy
warm flannel sheets or sleek satin
leader or follower
quiet or talkative
spontaneous or planned

Edited to add my own pair:

introspective or extrospective

(are those actual words?)

(sparkly love)

Wednesday, December 29th, 2004
11:51 am
Thanks to runerinrun's tip, I stopped by Old Navy today and grabbed a few things. The store was completely decimated, and I was unable to snag any satiny pants, but I did get a yoga tank for $3.99 that is the most comfortable thing ever, way more comfortable than any of my sports bras, and since it was the last one, I'm thinking of going by another of their stores later to see if I can find more. I also got a few black and white sweaters and t-shirts, since, well, that's my entire wardrobe and what I always buy. The tank is even black.

I went to work this morning, but stayed, oh, and hour, and now I'm back working from home again. Only what I really need to do is clean this place. And go to the gym.

(2 sparkles |sparkly love)

Thursday, November 18th, 2004
5:11 pm
I feel I should let purple_smurf know that bbt made made her some new icons. Or rather, we made her icons a really long time ago, but then we lost them and never put them up. And then we found them. And so we decided that mocking never gets too old!

(3 sparkles |sparkly love)

4:08 pm
Are there some days when you just want to crawl under the covers and nap? But then you do nap and you don't feel better, only worse, because everything you were escaping while you napped is still there?

And hush, eiddy, I didn't nap today. I'm talking about the nap I had yesterday. I actually went to work today. Which, in retrospect, may have been a mistake.

(1 sparkle |sparkly love)

Thursday, November 11th, 2004
9:12 am
"What day would you like to come in for the MRI?"

"Um, as soon as possible?"

"Well, we do have an appointment available at 8pm, but you don't want to come in then."

"Actually, that would be fine. If that's the earliest you have, I'll take it."

"You can't have that appointment. It's for a different kind of MRI."


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Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
4:46 pm - I can't tell anymore if this is progress
A story in three parts.

the story of the credit report
A year and a half ago, I got a bill from a collection agency for a debt from 1999 that I did not incur, as far as I knew. It did not show up on my credit report (neither the original debt from 1999 nor this collection agency) and I had no idea what it could possibly be for. So, I sent them a letter, disputing it, asking for evidence or asking for it to be closed or whatever it is they do with these things. I never heard a word. I checked my credit report a few months later and it still didn't show up. I never got another bill, so I forgot all about it and went on with my life.

Fast forward to a little over a month ago. I got a bill from another collection agency, who apparently had purchased the debt from the first agency. Annoyed, I wrote another letter, enclosed a copy of the first letter, and asked all the same things. I heard nothing from them. So, I checked my credit report again, only this time the debt showed up. And of course, it showed up as a new debt from the date they purchased it. So, I opened an investigation with the credit reporting agency, telling them that I had written a dispute letter to the first collection agency, then the second, and I never heard a word. And that the debt wasn't mine.

This morning, I got an e-mail that the investigation was complete! Only, I knew better than to celebrate until I saw the outcome. So, I clicked the link and this was the result: "Outcome: Remains". And that was it.

So, I called experian, and they said that they contacted the creditor who said it was an accurate debt. So, that I wrote two letters over a year and a half with no response meant nothing? They can just say it's accurate and that's that? Why yes. What can I do, I asked. I can contact the creditor and dispute it with them. Er, did you notice I said that I did that twice? She just kept repeating her script: "I suggested you contact the creditor, blah blah blah."

So, fine. I called the collection agency. Which, first of all, the girl on the phone adamantly corrected me. They are not a debt collection agency. They are an acquisition company! Never mind that that my bill from them says "This communication is from a debt collector." So, I tell her that I've tried to dispute this twice in the last year and a half with no response, and yet when asked by the credit reporting agency, they replied that it was accurate (even though their fine print includes the language that they assume the debt is valid only if not contacted within 30 days with a dispute... which I did). And as far as I know, that's illegal, so I would like to know the name and address of who to send the court paperwork to since I'm going to sue them.

Oh, well suddenly she's all sunshine and roses. Especially, I assume, since she has in the notes of my account that I wrote them these letters. She even has copies of them on her screen because I can hear her reading them to herself. No need to sue! If the debt's not mine, well, they'll just close the account! Uh huh. So, the end result is that she claims that they'll close the account and send notification to the credit reporting agencies that this was not a valid debt and it will go away from my credit report entirely. I verified that it would not just say the account was closed. And she claims that they'll send me written notification of this. I'm still suspicious. Why didn't they do anything in response to my letters? And why would it be as easy as calling and saying it's not my debt? So, I'll wait another month or so and see if I get anything in the mail and see if it comes off my credit report.

The best part is that she shows that the bill is for a three mirror set and a rug from Fingerhut. A three mirror set? I just can't even imagine myself buying a mirror set in my life. And it couldn't even have been a Christmas gift, since the debt was in April of 1999. They either seriously got their wires crossed or this was one of the many things the girl from Houston who stole my identify decided she had to have. I notice that her address still shows up as one of my previous addresses on my credit report, although the rest of the stuff is finally gone. But the addresss just sits there and mocks me as a reminder that the Houston police had her address (she put a landline phone in her apartment in my name) and yet refused to do anything other than file a report so that I could mail it to the various collection agencies who were demanding my money. Bastards.

the story of the online banking
It amazes me how many problems I continue to have with Wells Fargo. I finally got the last problem resolved, with my brokerage account disappearing from my online account. I since was unable to see my savings or Visa card, but now those are showing up also. Over the weekend, I opened another brokerage account online. I called Monday morning and opened another one over the phone. (Yes, this means I have three different brokerage accounts with them, but they're all different types so it makes sense. Kind of. Why I keep opening them with the crappy bank is a whole other set of non-logic.) Anyway, on Monday, I couldn't see the one I opened over the weekend, so I asked the person on the phone who said that it takes one business day for the account to be set up and go live. And she said that she would call me when both accounts were available.

Tuesday afternoon, she called and left a message and said they were available. I looked online. They were not. So, I called her back and left a message. She didn't call back. This morning, they still weren't available, so I called the main number. He said they had just activated that morning (which makes her original call seem additionally weird), but that he didn't know why I couldn't see them. He referred me to the online department, but said I'd have to call later, because they were too busy to take calls right then (I wonder why). I called them this afternoon, and they set them up so I could see them.

I opened both accounts with money from my savings account. One account shows the money; the other shows a zero balance. (They told me that it may take a while after the account is open before the money is there.) However, my savings account does not show any money has been taken out. Which means that at the moment, I have extra money. Shouldn't my savings account show the money gone at the same time the brokerage account shows the money there?

And if I opened these accounts on Monday morning, is it really so unreasonable to expect to be able invest the money by Wednesday? (I can't even invest money for the one that shows money, because the markets had closed by the time it showed up.)

the pain in my side
It would take way too long to complain about it all, but most recently my doctor decided I should have exploratory surgery to figure out what was wrong since all my GI tests came back normal. He made an appt for me to talk to a surgeon, but I was not so sure about this plan, so I made an appt with the orthopedic surgeon I see for my knee to see if he thought it could be something else. He was pretty sure it was a nerve being irritated in my spine, and that I should have an MRI. When I saw the surgeon Monday morning, I mentioned that, and he agreed that I should have an MRI to see if that was the case before I should do anything like exploratory surgery. (Of course, I had asked my doctor about a possible MRI at least a month ago and he waved that idea away.) So, I asked the surgeon how I should go about it, because the pain was getting worse and I really wanted to figure this out. He said to call my doctor and have him set it up.

So, since I was in the same office as my doctor, I just stopped by. They said they'd have to wait until they got the surgeon's report. I asked them to have the doctor call me. Tuesday, no call. I called and they said the same thing about not getting the report and it could take several days. I asked for the doctor to call me. He finally called me this morning and said without the surgeon's report he didn't know what test I needed. I said it was a thoracic spine MRI. But what do I know. He said he'd call me after he got the report. This afternoon he called back and left a message that the surgeon wanted me to have a thoracic spine MRI. Really? I'm shocked.

Anyway, I called back within five minutes, and the office said that the only person who could schedule MRIs was the nurse, who only worked half days on Wednesdays, so she's already gone, so I have to call back tomorrow.

So, I wait. Again.

(2 sparkles |sparkly love)

Monday, October 25th, 2004
8:34 am
I've just about had it with my bank. I can normally log in to the site and see my checking account, savings account, and IRA. My IRA is an online trading account, so if I want to make trades or anything, I can only do it online. Well, this weekend, I logged on, and my IRA was missing. Just completely not there. Only my checkings and savings were there. So this morning, I called the online trading number. They said they could see the account, but they didn't know why I couldn't. I needed to call the online banking number, because they were the ones who dealt with the web site part. OK, fine. I called them. They said they couldn't see that I had an IRA account, so they couldn't help me. I needed to call the trading people. I told them I already called the trading people and they said to call this number.


Well, hold for a long time.

So, they came back and said they called the trading people, and sure enough, I do have an account! They still can't see it though. So, they'll open a ticket and maybe I'll be able to see it in 24 hours. Erm, OK, but you know it's an online trading account. So, er, if I want to you know, trade, I can't.

Her response? Right, you can't. By the way, I notice you don't have overdraft protection on your checking account? Would you like to apply for that now?

Well, no. Since if I can't access my accounts, I doubt I'll stay with this bank.

Just a note: If someone is calling in with a problem and you're not able to fix their problem, it's probably not a good idea to try to sell them additional services at the end of the call.

(2 sparkles |sparkly love)

Tuesday, October 19th, 2004
7:35 pm
This morning as I was locking the door to my apartment, I heard a rustling noise behind me. It was loud. I ignored it. It got louder. I turned around to see a black bear staring at me. He was maybe five feet away. I considered going back into the house as to ensure he did not eat me, but I decided he was very cute and surely would be harmless. I looked down at my camera phone but decided he might not want to pose for a picture at such a close distance.

So I walked down the stairs. He walked along at the same pace. I stopped. He stopped and looked at me. I walked into the parking lot. He walked along beside me in the trees. I stopped again. He was a little farther away, so I decided to try to take a few pictures. Then, I got a little nervous and walked towards my car. He walked too. Finally, he took one last look at me and wandered off into the woods.

As I was not courageous enough to take pictures when he was close,

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(15 sparkles |sparkly love)

Wednesday, October 13th, 2004
9:10 pm
You know, I used to really like my apartment complex. Now? Not so much. First, I got a notice that they were bought by another company and things were going to be so! much! better! Then, I got a letter that my (not anyone else's -- just mine) bird feeders might attract rodents. Then, I used the handy new 800 number to request maintenance as my heater isn't working and no one ever came. And I called again today and they had no record of the first request. And new people moved in below me who are loud and play music all day.

And then tonight, I went to the apartment gym. There is one precor and one (working) treadmill. I much prefer the precor, but a girl was on it, so whatever, I figured I'd do the treadmill until she was done and then move to the precor (I can only do the treadmill for maybe a half hour, but I can do the precor for an hour). She was on her cell phone. Talking very loudly about her booty call the night before. As I started running either I was too loud for her or she wanted privacy, so she went outside. And left all of her stuff all over the machine. Dude. If you're going to go outside to talk on the phone, you don't get to keep the machine. Take your stuff. I thought about moving her stuff off and using the machine, but I didn't feel like getting into it. About twenty minutes later (seriously, I looked down at the treadmill time), she came back. She was still on the phone. She started to get back on the machine, but I guess her call took another private turn, because she walked back outside. When I left, she was still outside on the phone.

And why is the news on instead of Lost?

(sparkly love)

Friday, October 8th, 2004
2:33 pm
I would fit right in in Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker's bed:

“Matthew and I think about coffee when we’re lying in bed,” the Sex and the City star said, reports World Entertainment News Network. “The night before, we’re like, ‘When we wake up we’re going to have coffee, it’s going to be great. I’m going to use the yellow cup.’”

Today I learned that if you throw LOTS AND LOTS of salt on a pot that is engulfed in flames, you will not set your house on fire. Although you will set of your smoke detectors and they will not shut off.

(2 sparkles |sparkly love)

Thursday, October 7th, 2004
9:16 am
Everyone in Texas should go see Wil Wheaton in Austin on Sunday. Austin isn't really all that far from Houston. Right?

In other news, I am full of rage this week. Not any particular reason really. But the guy who just moved in below me who plays bass guitar all day long? Must stop. And the new apartment management who thinks I should take down my bird feeders? Can think again. And the woman who pulled out in front of me and then pointed at me and told me to "watch it"? Can bite me.

Also, I have my endoscopy this afternoon. I won't die, right?

(6 sparkles |sparkly love)

Thursday, September 30th, 2004
9:12 am
A couple of days ago, I decided to go on a hike, rather than go to the gym. There are lots of trails nearby and this one had lots of steep inclines, so it sort of kicked my ass. I ended up going about three miles total. I wasn't sure where the different paths led, so I just randomly chose a way to go at the various forks. At the place I came out of the hike, there was a handmade sign warning people that a cougar had been recently spotted and to be careful. Thanks for telling me after the hike.

Anway, I took some pictures with my camera phone during my many breaks. Can you tell which one I took for caellum?

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(4 sparkles |sparkly love)

Tuesday, September 28th, 2004
2:18 pm
Today, as I drove down the freeway, I saw six motorcycle cops giving people tickets. All within an eight of mile. On both sides of the median.

Yesterday morning, a raccoon was sitting on the wall right by where I park my car. He was eating a stick.

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My next test is an endoscopy. I had to sign a paper saying I might die. Although my doctor is pretty sure I won't.

(3 sparkles |sparkly love)

Thursday, September 23rd, 2004
10:10 pm
For those who don't subscribe to People or AOL, some tidbits from the Britney article (since eiddy and I had to listen to the various feuding stories all night, why not end the night with it! woo!):

"So ecstatic are the pair that they are already discussing starting a family. "I want to be a young mom," says Spears. Asked whether she is pregnant now, she pauses for a long moment and looks intently into Federline's eyes. "No, not that I know of." But "I can see us as parents," she adds. "I can see myself as a mom. Next year at 23, I am so there."

Not that I know of? Er, OK.

"In fact, friends and relatives had flown in for what they were told was an engagement party. Upon arriving at the private home, they were handed invites that read "Surprise! It is with much love that we welcome you to our wedding ceremony tonight." The message didn't quite sink in with Spears's dad, Jamie. "My dad said, 'Why is everyone congratulating Kevin?' " recalls Spears's brother Bryan. "I said, 'Daddy, did you read the invitation?' He said yup. I said, 'You might want to read it again.' " Adds Lynne: "He went into shock. 'Oh my God,' he said,'I don't have my tuxedo!' "

'Cause that's normally the first thing a father thinks of when surprised with his daughter's wedding. What he's going to wear!

"Recalls Federline: "[My friends] had no idea. Even the guy that was taking pictures said, 'You just got Punk'd!' And they still didn't get it! Finally I had to spell it out for them. When they did get it, they just lost it."

Because his friends are that dumb? They should get along well with Britney's dad I suppose.

""[Shar, Kori and Kaleb] were doing the whole Disneyland thing, and I couldn't say, 'Look, [the kids] need to be here because I am getting married,'" says Federline. "So I just left things as they were."

Well, no, I suppose you couldn't say that to the woman who just had your child.

"Among the other ceremony highlights: When Covington handed the groom's platinum wedding band to Spears, "She dropped it and I was like, 'Oh no!' " recalls Covington. "The preacher was like, 'It's okay. It's a good sign!' "

"It is great that this [wedding] has happened, because it has made me realize that I am growing up, becoming a woman, and things just need to be different," Spears says. "I feel like it's a beginning." With that in mind, the bride is also pondering a name change: "Britney Federline," she says, "I like that."

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Thanks to people, I almost feel as though I was there.

(3 sparkles |sparkly love)

9:44 pm
I love when I try to log on to work to get my email and I get a message that I cannot be logged on and should call OPSEC (operations security). Er, if every employee called OPSEC every time they couldn't get on to AOL, there wouldn't be money left to pay anyone else other than OPSEC staff. And then, the problem would solve itself, I suppose.

I just got spam titled "bedpost" about some peer-to-peer file sharing network. It included the line "I saw a few areas of the movie section, and found titles in there still in theaters - it's nutty."

It's nutty!

I got another spam titled "give birth :))" Um, no? In case you wonder the details of giving birth, it apparently is as follows: "Jo's gentlemanly demean--or amused and set him at his ease, and Jo was her merry self again, because her dress was forgotten and n`~obo.dy lifted"

Her dress was forgotten people! It made her merry! Possibly that led to the giving birth at some point.

I think one day I'm going to write a novel based on the spam I get. That would be awesome.

I thought I actually had something to say, but maybe this stomach medicine (used to treat a variety of stomach disorders, as well as to control bed wetting, treat alcohol withdrawal, and poisonings due to certain plants) is making me loopy.

(2 sparkles |sparkly love)

Wednesday, September 22nd, 2004
5:39 pm
The badge system that lets us open doors around the office hasn't been working for the last few days. However, as we have brilliant security, you can get to every place in the office without going through any doors at all, it just takes a few extra steps. So, we now have notices taped to all the card key readers by the doors:

"Card key system is not working. Please walk around until further notice."

I can't stop picturing all of us randomly walking around without stopping until they notify us otherwise.

Did the cat scan. Drank the fantastic barium shakes. Got another IV and some more injections. I have to wait until my doctor's appt. Tuesday for the results. Bastards. Now I'm really hungry. The guys went to get Chinese food.

My niece had her first shot today. She cried. Her mom cried. But now they're walking around in the park with the stroller and things are better.

(sparkly love)

11:30 am
I am really hungry. And all I have to look forward to is a barium shake in an hour.

And it's really cold and I don't get why the heater doesn't seem to be working.

(3 sparkles |sparkly love)

Wednesday, September 15th, 2004
8:29 am - Going to Wal-Mart
Yesterday, my sister wanted to get a photo album for pictures of Sofia and she wanted to develop the roll of film that was taken at the hospital during the delivery as well as get some of the digital pictures printed. I told her I would run down and do that, and she said I should go to Wal-Mart, the only place she knew of around here that did digital printing.

I had resized and cropped the pictures, and had them from various sources (two digital cameras and a camera phone), so I called Wal-Mart and asked if I could bring a floppy disk. Of course! No problem!

So, I copied everything over and went down there (probably a 30 minute drive) and the place was a madhouse. I gave the girl the roll of film and she said it would be about an hour and a half. I used the self-serve computer to upload the pics from my floppy, and. The floppy drive didn't work. They had another self-serve computer there and the floppy drive on it worked and I could see my pictures just fine on that computer. Only that computer was out of paper and couldn't print any pictures.

The girl told me that the CD drive worked and so I just needed to copy my pictures to a CD. So, I drove 15 minutes to a Kinko's and dealt with that madhouse trying to get a CD. ("I need to copy the files on this floppy to a CD." "OK. Use any computer. Just insert your credit card." Several dollars of searching later, and many minutes in line standing behind a person who didn't know what she was ordering ("How many copies do you want?" (into cell phone) "How many copies do we want?")... "I can't find the burning software?" "Oh, you need an employee card to access that."

I took my CD back to Wal-Mart and put it in the self-serve computer. Once again, it did not work. Once again, it worked fine in the non-functioning computer. This time, the place was a bigger madhouse with a woman in front of me yelling at the guy to find her pictures and turning to yell at random shoppers in the store to never use Wal-Mart (Me: "Mom?"). So, I asked the guy if he can read the pictures from the CD from anything he has behind the counter (as I see an apparently functioning PC right behind him). No, he can not. So, I told him my sad story of my sister wanting to do a photo album and about the floppy disk and kinko's and he yes, actually, he can get my pictures from the CD (and probably from the floppy too, although he didn't mention that part).

He said he'd do it right away, but it might take a while. So, I shopped around for a cute photo album and a supercute kit that you can use to get your baby's hand and foot prints in clay. Just like the Chinese Theatre!

Two and a half hours after I dropped off the first roll, my digital prints were finally ready. However, my roll had not even been started. So, much for running around so my sister could have all the prints. So, I have to brave Wal-Mart again today and hope they haven't lost her film or something. Also, he cropped the digital prints in an interesting way. He cut my sister's head off in several pictures. I'm thinking we'll find a new photo place.

By the time I left, it was late and I was hungry. But to my credit, I drove right by In n Out. I get credit for that, right?

(sparkly love)

Tuesday, September 14th, 2004
11:02 pm
There are more tales to tell, but for now:

pics of Sofia!

(8 sparkles |sparkly love)

Friday, August 27th, 2004
9:07 am - Sweet, life-affirming coffee
A highlight of my week has been the realization that I don't have to go to the annoying Starbucks near where I live. And that this is a highlight says less about the quality of my week than it does about coffee as a foundation of my day.

I really have nothing against Starbucks as a corporation. One would think that Seattle types disdain The Man and only partake of the life-giving liquid at quaint independent shops with quirky baristas, but really? We just want our coffee. We go wherever's closest. And generally speaking, Starbucks is closest. And by closest, I mean you don't have to cross the street. Many blocks in downtown Seattle have four coffee places on each corner. So, Starbucks. Fine company. Has coffee. There's no bad there. I'm truly grateful for the drive-through Starbucks that recently opened across the street from my work.

But, as I've whined here on more than one occasion, the Starbucks near me sucks ass. It's always full of really annoying people and the baristas tend to either forget my drink entirely or make me wait 20 minutes for it. And 20 minutes is much too long to wait for coffee. Especially when it's 6am and I'm coming home from the gym, or I'm on my way to work and I'm late as usual, and have had no coffee at all.

But yesterday, as I drove up to the Starbucks and saw it packed full of mother's in bicycle shorts, I realized that the upscale grocery store in the same shopping center has an expresso counter! And they brew illy coffee, which is so good, it warms the soul. And I got a cannister of it and I'm drinking some brewed stuff right now. And when I went in and got my latte, there was no one else in line and the woman was very nice and made my latte in two minutes. That fast, and there was coffee!

It was like magic. Coffee magic.

(2 sparkles |sparkly love)

Thursday, August 26th, 2004
2:00 pm
My horoscope for today:

"Consider doing something that will raise your self-esteem and update your looks."

Fantastic. Telling me I need to update my looks will not do much to raise my self-esteem. I'm just saying.

In other news, we were shamed into updating boils and blinding torment, so that the hackers couldn't say they updated our site more than we did. Did I mention? My host assures me that the security problem is entirely my fault and they can't in any way guarantee that it won't happen again. So, that was reassuring.

It's so hard to eat healthfully when you're hungry. Why did God make all the good food bad for you? Why couldn't he have made cheeseburgers and fries have the nutrional benefits and oh say, brussel sprouts jump right to your hips? Sometimes, I just do not understand this God.

(sparkly love)

Wednesday, August 25th, 2004
2:56 pm - CD Day
So, I went to Tower Records today at lunch and bought some CDs.

I got Mandy Moore's Coverage and huh. That girl makes some interesting choices. I'll have to go over to popgurls and see if willa did a review of it. I mean, "Moonshadow" right before "One Way or Another". I just never would have though to put those together. And how much of a downer is "Moonshadow"? If I have no legs... If I have no arms... If I just lay here on the ground and can't move...

I also got the soundtrack to Win a Date With Tad Hamilton and I cannot believe they put the radio edit version of "How do I" on it. I mean, I get that they cut the line from the movie (which I notice they also did from 13 Going on 30), but either put the song on the soundtrack CD or don't. If I didn't already have Liz Phair's album, I'd be highly annoyed. It doesn't even say radio edit on the CD anywhere, and really, they should tell you that before you spend $15.

I also got U2's All That You Can't Leave Behind, thanks to sallysimpleton's recent entry.

So, this afternoon at work is no longer quite as boring as it otherwise would have been. Although, I'm working on the recap for "Choices" which seriously, is so boring, I can't imagine anyone actually reading it once it's posted. I should post a disclaimer that it shouldn't be read while driving or operating heavy machinery.

(7 sparkles |sparkly love)

8:47 am
So, I've got this burning ball of pain in my side that the doctors can't seem to figure out, but they seem to have ruled out the bad stuff, like tumors or exploding organs. Their two best guesses right now are ulcers or some muscle thing. So, they've put me on medicine for both, just in case. The medicine they've put me on for muscles is prednisone. I was reading up on it:

"if you have a fungal infection (other than on your skin), do not take prednisone without talking to your doctor."

I really don't want to know where else you might have a fungal infection other than on your skin.

But, more alarming is:

blah blah de blah "This effect increases your risk of ulcers."

Ok, then. I might have an ulcer so I'm on medication that could increase your risk of ulcers. Of course!

And one of the potential side effects is increased hair growth. Fantastic. Just want I've always wanted. More hair.

(11 sparkles |sparkly love)

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