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Personal stuff about me and my family.
Eyebrows? Really?
Apr 7th
Out having drinks the other night with a couple of girlfriends and two complete strangers, also girls. I’d barely sat down with the group when the conversation turned towards the connection between the condition of a woman’s eyebrows in correlation to their pubic hair. Chances are if you’re over-plucked above, you’re over-trimmed or bare below. Who knew?
I’ve never done anything with my eyebrows. Ever.
I’ve (a couple of times in my earlier life) attempted the bare thing, but never again. You know why? It creeps me the fuck out. Having been a victim of child sexual abuse, I can’t help but think if a man prefers his woman bare as a child, then what is he really looking for?
I’ve got no problem with cleaning up the edges and making myself neat. That is if I had any indication that anyone was going to be hanging around that particular area of my body. And honestly, y’all can do whatever you want with your body. I’m just saying, for me the thought of making my private area resemble a child’s is just so very wrong.
What's been going on
Mar 30th
Some and nothing.
So I’m on an antibiotic for chlamydia.
Stop laughing, it’s not that kind of chlamydia!
Chlamydia pneumoniae. Not that I have symptoms, just that recent blood testing shows I have some of the bacteria in me and it could develop later.
So… Sunday:
I love Max-and-friends rental house. It’s a really nice huge house, but it’s in one of those developments where they’re all on top of each other with no yards and NO PARKING. There’s never any place to park and what there is is parallel. Little tiny 2-car parallel parking spaces interspersed throughout the complex. SUCKS. I’ve got a BIG (2001 gran marquis) car. SUCKS.
Anyway, we get there and boom the perfect parking space right across from their house. Only took me 6 tries to get my boat in there. We changed in the house and headed over to their park/playground/pool area. They were done at the pool and were all in the open space playing frisbee and football.
I sat in the sun for about 10 minutes when I started feeling weird. I made it up the hill to the playground, found a bench in the shade, and proceeded to damn near pass out. Sat there thinking about which way I’d fall – either into the sand (yuk) or headfirst onto the concrete – and even Kira knew something was wrong with Grammi and went to get help.
How fucking embarrassing and annoying. No I didn’t pass out, I drank a lot of water (I always drink a lot of water) and Casey moved me to a picnic table where I could put my head down. Eventually the dizziness passed enough for me to trudge back to the house (with a fucking escort) and rest up.
I’m blaming it on the erythromycin and the heat.
This too did pass and eventually we were all playing Flip Cup. Their kitchen has a huge island perfect for beer pong type games. (video from a previous evening with the kids) And because Shane can’t flip a cup to save his life, I ended up downing an entire can of Strongbow in about 6 minutes, so I quit. Didn’t want to press my luck.
I’ve also noticed a general tired / low-energy feeling. The pharmacist said the antibiotic doesn’t play well with my theophylline so I went yesterday for another blood test.
Tonight is Ignite Phoenix#6, this time at Mesa Art Center to which I’ve never been. Looking forward to seeing the venue as much as the event.
Yeah! Everyone got home okay!
Mar 15th
Successful camping is when:
- Nobody gets hurt
- Nobody goes to jail
- Nobody wrecks their vehicle*
- There’s still beer in the keg
So, Casey/Jake/Ginnie/that other guy went out early Saturday morning to grab the space and the rest of us didn’t get out there til after 4. Of course, nobody told me we were going that late or I would have done things differently. Last I heard, everyone was meeting at Max’s around 10. Shit, I was there, but for various work/jail/overslept reasons, we didn’t leave til 3 in the afternoon.
We went to Sycamore Creek (33°41’36.07″N 111°32’24.49″W) and had a great open space to set up. Shane’s truck with all the stuff had a bit of a mechanical problem on the side of the road but with a bit of finagling, he got out there eventually. There were 19 of us around a giant bonfire, one keg, three grills, and 6 tents. And Ginnie’s dog.
I got to shoot a 9mm, didn’t have to cook or be responsible for anything and tried desperately and mostly succeeded in NOT being everyone’s Mother. They all called me Mom, but I didn’t ACT like one.
The few pictures I took with my phone are HERE on Facebook. My real camera died and my DROID, though awesome, doesn’t really take good pictures.
I couldn’t keep my feet warm in the sleeping bag so I didn’t sleep well. I’d taken an extra blanket but Ginnie didn’t bring anything to sleep in so I let her have it. My brand spanking new blow up mattress didn’t fucking hold AIR so that goes back today. Cold out there by the water. Other than not being able to sleep I had a really good time with my kids and their friends. Glad I didn’t take my car as the dirt road out there has been washed and rutted pretty badly by recent rains. Also glad the proposed second night stay was vetoed midway through Sunday morning.
*apparently after I went to bed at 1am a couple of the guys got in a fight and zoomed out in their vehicles. One kid hit a tree, but didn’t really do much damage to his SUV (or himself) but they all came back laughing at his stupidity which ended the fighting part.
Are you kidding me VA?
Mar 5th
I got new meds in the mail yesterday.
They’ve replaced my open and shut purple disc (bottom) with the three dispensers at the top. It took me a half an hour last night to figure out how to use all these stupid things.
The light blue one is used twice a day. You take the cover off, twist it open, insert a capsule from the blister pack, close it up, squeeze both sides to puncture the capsule and then inhale. Then you open it back up to dump out the empty capsule.
Then the short grey one has about the same number of steps. That’s twice a day, too.
Then the pink one thankfully comes pre-loaded, but I have to remember to only do this one once a day but inhale it twice in a row.
And this is on top of the pills I have to take!
I try to schedule my meds for around 10 in the morning and at night to work around the eating/not eating requirements. When I’m out, I can slip that little purple disc and a small pill holder in my purse and voila! Quick click and inhale and I’m done. WTF am I going to do now? I’m out almost every night until well past midnight! This shit is going to put a serious cramp in my social activities. I can’t carry all this out with me!
“Excuse me loverboy whilst I take 20 minutes to fondle and suck on all these stupid inhalers before I work on you?” (That’s assuming I ever bring a loverboy home again.) Oh yeah, that’s sexy as hell.
Fuck asthma.
What a weekend!
Feb 21st
The Jonathan Coulton and Paul and Storm concert was MARVELOUS Thursday night. Absolutely and totally worth the bullshit we went through before it actually started. MadCrap MadCap Theaters is THE most horrible venue I’ve ever ever been to. It’s a testament to how much I love JC and the boys, that I’d EVER go back there again. Why would anyone want to go there? They don’t give a shit about the customers, they have extremely lousy organizational and communication skills, and I’m guessing they spend hours wanking each other off rather than cleaning up the theaters. The whole experience is practically abuse and we’re paying them to do it.
Friday night was the usual #evfn, except E and Sheila weren’t there and neither was the guy they had organizing it in their absence. So of course I take up the slack and try to make sure everyone is taken care of and the newbies are introduced around. I don’t think I did a very good job as certain people walked out. Oh well, there’s always next week.
Kira and I hung out Saturday night and this morning we wandered over to a new (for us) McDonald’s, shopped at WalMart and took the light rail to downtown Tempe (yes, I live here but I’d promised Kira we’d take the train one day) to check out #comiccreate.
And tonight I get a following notification on FourSquare (a social geolocation application) for Earl Newton! Now I’ve met the man at D*C a couple of times, and maybe he would friend me on twitter where you’re getting occasional light-hearted updates/comments from people. And maybe on Facebook which is pretty much the same thing. Likely because of my connection to Evo and less on my own merit I think. Twitter/Myspace/Facebook are places you “friend” anyone you’ve ever met and then some. But wouldn’t you only follow people on a location-based application that you might, maybe, kind of EVER thought you’d actually want to know where they are? Earl Motherfucking Newton wants to know where I am? That’s soooo fucking cool. I feel like somebody now.
And Earl? If you’re a googling fool and come across this post, please don’t explain or get freaked out or delete me or anything. This is me after a couple of drinks – FREAKING THE FUCK OUT because someone of your caliber clicked on me as a connection somewhere, that’s all. Let me have this. Carry on and I’ll never bother you again.
Oh yeah, I got paid for work I did! Actual money instead of possibilities.
What a great weekend.
Working Girl
Feb 13th
I’ve been hired!
Okay, it’s not technically podcast producing, but it is sort of in the field and I’ll eventually get paid. What I do producing podcasts includes a lot of dumping files in this program and waiting for them to do something and then systematically making changes then dumping files in another program and waiting for it to chunk away doing it’s thing.
Well so is this job. It’s the attention to the detail of 47 steps from beginning to end. And that I do and do well.
Monkey work maybe? No, you have to have half a brain.
The thing is, I can’t stop. My back is killing me and I keep yawning. There are a lot of little projects and I just can’t stop tonight. Like I want to get it all done NOW.
Fine, I’ll save the rest for tomorrow.
Shuffle
Feb 12th
Wednesday I went to the VA Medical Center for my breathing test. As directed I skipped my morning dosages, but as I’m slowly getting better anyway it wasn’t that big of a deal.
So… the really nice lady who tried to kill me was one of those constant talkers. You know those people you meet occasionally who talks over you, repeats what you say or finishes your sentences for you? Bless her little peak pickin’ heart you can tell they can’t help it. Yeah, sure, okay, yeah, oh no, Arrrrgh.
Anyway, it’s been a long time since I’ve take this particular test:
- Don the nose clamps.
- Place the plastic toilet paper tube in your mouth and wrap your lips around it tight.
- Take normal breaths until instructed to suck in as much air as you can in one big breath.
- Blow, blow, blow hard until you’re out of air, your toes curl up, you wet your pants and the room goes dark.
- Finally take in another deep breath and remove equipment.
- Rest one minute, breathing normally.
- Rinse and repeat until you have three “good” samples.
I’ve no idea what the criteria is for a “good” sample. I had to do it four times before she was satisfied. Then I did a regular breathing treatment and waited 15 minutes before starting the whole process over again. At least the second time through I did it in three. I’d forgotten about the wetting my pants part so I had to walk through the entire hospital and out to my car like that. Embarassing! That and being so dizzy I wasn’t sure I should drive home right away. Can’t wait to go back on the 18th and see the pulmonologist and find out if it was worth it. Will they change/improve my meds?
Second Anniversary
Feb 7th
As of today, I’ve been divorced for two years. Sure seems longer than that. Maybe three?
Nope, went back and looked to be sure. I love that my life is available online.
I’m not as randy as I was then, but I’m content. Life is mellow at the moment but things are looking up.
This should be fun
Feb 2nd
I got the postcard in the mail yesterday regarding my breathing test. It’s next Wednesday at 10 in the morning. Instructions are NO asthma medications for the 12 hours before the test.
I usually take my meds around 9 at night, which will work out fine. But missing the morning dose at 9? And getting myself to Phoenix and into the medical center – which is pretty big – and then going through testing without meds? Not even the albuterol rescue inhaler?
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!
You really want me to?
Feb 1st
This is for my original internet pals.
I admit to the occasional foray on to that site. That site that continues to censor and limit subjects due directly to our not-so-subtle prodding over the years. You know, that site.
I don’t post much anymore, because it’s just no fun. They’re so easily upset over anything even remotely controversial. I figure there’s a list of names on a red flag list and though I may not be in the top five, I’m definitely ON that list. So just for shits and giggles I asked to be added to their brand spanking new Private (Adult) Forum.
Hi Spellwight,
I saw that you applied for access to the new Usergroup. Unfortunately, one of the requirements for admission is a minimum of 50 posts within the last 6 months. From what I see, you’ve only had 6 posts within that time frame.
Please feel free to reapply once you have the requisite amount of posts.
Thanks.
Dux
Seriously? You want me to post more? ME?
Shall I post scathing comments in the rainbow bridge thread? Annoy people with my distaste for religions? JUST BE ME?
Whatever.
