| Lincoln |
[May. 22nd, 2006|09:28 pm] |
Reading a book about the manhunt for Lincoln's assassin (John Wilkes Booth) and it's amazing how much my mind forgets. I completely forgot about the assassination of Seward the same evening. To think I chastise myself for not knowing where my income goes to when really I should be fretting as to where my memory as a whole has gone.
The cat is eying me intently as the food dish is nearly empty. Apparently the cat realizes I don't get out of my pajamas in the evening for much of anything. There is something entirely satisfactory about big ol' flannel pajama bottoms that should be relished. The cat is unappreciative.
Back to my book. |
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| Happy Birthday to Mom |
[May. 15th, 2006|09:08 pm] |
My Mom (Mutti, Mi Madre) would have been 74 today. Happy Birthday, Mom.
Corporate America has informed me today that if you cry at work, are unable to handle stress, are frequently late or absent that you are management material. Ah the joys of being gainfully employed.
Did go book shopping with my best friend and that is always a good thing. |
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| Happy Birthday to Me |
[May. 1st, 2006|07:29 pm] |
34 is hours away. Birthdays minus the living presence of my Mom are not all dat. Other than your Mom, who truly is interested in the events of your birthday? While your other loved ones may appreciate your presence, one can only hope that they do or else that if they decide to whack you may they do it quickly instead of being one of those sick, twisted bastards who keeps you alive for days while they torment you with Barry Manilow music, they aren't interested in the specifics of your birth. There's no vested interest there. Not that I think even my Mother would appreciate my run on sentences.
Went to Victoria this past weekend. Interesting to note the small differences in the land of 'eh. For example, tea menus are large. Milk is anticipated with your tea service. Perhaps I live on the wrong side of the border? Try living in Seattle the land of Starbucks when you don't care for coffee. Oh woe to the tea lover.
Q got a bloody nose last night while at a friend's house. He truly is my child and wasn't switched at birth-he cleaned up the linens he used to blot his nose. He's only 9. It's a beautiful thing. |
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| Scattered |
[Apr. 20th, 2006|09:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  ditzy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dido | ] |
My thoughts are scattered, my belongings are scattered, my family is scattered. Hallelujah on the last item. While I love them, all 7 siblings of mine, they overwhelm me almost as much as organizing a yard sale. White trash folk seem to have the yard sale thing down, you'll see people trying to sell items that are broken and the like. However, as a benefit for The 3 Day Walk which I'm participating in this summer a simple yard sale has me feeling overwhelmed. Am I too much of an eastsider now to stomach? Don't care to dwell on that at the moment.
Had a review of an MRI on my left knee. Funny eh when I talk about walking 60 miles over 3 days I also mention an MRI. It would have been nice had my initial doctor explained that I not only had a tear in my meniscus but a "bony contusion". That would explain the pain on the other part of the knee that I attributed to me having an abnormally low pain tolerance. Not that it's not low, I went through childbirth without the benefit of medications and I want to ensure such an oversight never happens again in my life. Both in the pregnancy factor and the no narcotics factor.
Looked at my pictures of Quentin in Thailand, I'd upload some if I wasn't so scattered, and it's interesting how kids negate so many details. They are far more detail orientated than us adults. Example, if I tell Q he can skip brushing his teeth on Sunday night on Thursday come Sunday he will recall this detail. Whereas I often find myself brushing multiple times more out of forgetfulness then just plain ol' good hygiene.
How is it that I always spend all my money? Reviewing my net income, bills, and living expenses it seems there should be more leftover than there is. I'll attribute it to the small amount I put into savings.
Today I felt dirtied at work by having a state trooper tell me that he thinks an accident I'm investigating (dreaded insurance adjuster) is as a result of my driver receiving services from his female passenger while attempting to operate his vehicle. There aren't enough showers for that one and now you too feel the need.
~hennyway |
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| Biting my fingernails |
[Mar. 8th, 2006|06:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | None | ] |
Anxiously awaiting my pal to submit her poetry on an online forum.
Teenagers using a person's computer should not be allowed! Friggin' spyware.
The word friggin' makes me think of "flippin'" and I recall one of my wildest post high school pals who returned from a Mormom school out in Utah with this holier than though attitude because instead of dropping the F bomb she'd say "flippin'". Much better. |
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| Garage door |
[Feb. 1st, 2006|08:38 pm] |
While listening to Kris repeatedly attempt to close his garage door I made an entry. Somehow I failed to capture the entry. Those two things surely warrant petulance.
Received a condescending email from my unit manager. At first I had the narrow slitted eye look of rage but now considering the source I'm amused.
Working on my book project. It makes me realize how much my writing skills have suffered from lack of use and a work environment that over utilizes acronyms and prizes "doc light".
Off to kiss Q goodnight. |
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| Waiting for The Shield to start |
[Jan. 31st, 2006|09:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  relaxed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Reggae | ] |
This is my third entry. Jen, wipe away that tear.
I am slowly entering the current era. TurboTax, Netflix, LiveJournal, Gmail...it is good. I even find myself wanting to get a hip new cell phone to integrate all these new interests in a mobile package.
Quentin told me that he likes having a weird Mom. This from a kid who will eat squid but not enjoy luscious McDonalds french fries.
Reading a book by J. Ellis called "Founding Fathers". That a Union of disparate individuals, excluding women and those of African/Islander descent, was created out of dissension by tenuous compromise is remarkable. Our eligible voting population is now inclusive to an admirable degree. If our past can be remembered it will allow us to again scrutinize the actions of government and hold ourselves individually accountable.
Enough of my campy optimism.
What did Dela-ware? New "Jersey"
~The Shield is passing by without me! |
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| forgot my password as it's been so long |
[Jan. 25th, 2006|09:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "She's got Bette Davis Eyes" is stuck in my head | ] |
Fortunately, the kind people at LiveJournal were happy to let me follow a series of prompts to update it so I can forget it again. Is there a moron cap on how many times they'll allow you to update your password? Were I to make entries faithfully it wouldn't be an issue.
Just signed up to walk the 3 Day Walk for Breast Cancer. What the hell was I thinking? That's 60 miles over 3 days! If you'd like to donate though...feel free to do so, here's the link: https://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=131546&supid=79062539
This eastside, suburbia living of mine has shown me that oddity is not the exclusive domain of metrosexuals. For example, there is a neighbor who beelines it for the driveway if you make the mistake of remaining outside in her view for more than about 5 seconds. She then proceeds to tell you what you should be doing. All kinds of helpful advice such as having your son wear a helmet while riding his scooter and having your cats inside. This from the woman who doesn't clean up after her dogs. My favorite though is when she offers car washing tips as you're washing the car. It's certainly a favorite task for most. Then we have the neighbors who are convinced that their kid's basketball league is rigged as surely one team shouldn't have all the kids who are good players. Really, how good are 3rd grade basketball players? Was Michael Jordan at his best game then?
Anyway, I solemnly state that I will strive to be better at updating. If for nothing else I feel rather guilty when I read and enjoy other people's entries! |
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| My entrance into blogging |
[Oct. 19th, 2005|10:12 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Madeleine Peyroux | ] |
It's rather like the entry into shagging. Have this sense that perhaps this is not good timing and I'm unready however lacking common sense I continue.
I took the bloody quiz that Jen recommended and it describes me as a humanist. Quizzes are therefore imperfect because we all know a claims adjuster is not a humanist. |
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