It is Spring Break here at the University. Spring Break in February. As I type it is snow is falling outside my window. Campus is so lovely when all the students are gone. I didn't even have to wait the normal 20 minutes at the post office. Molasses Woman waited on me and I didn't even mind! She speaks at a very sloooooooooooow speed. Normally I try to get the cute punk boy... I will even let people go ahead of me so he can wait on me. He doesn't ask me if there is anything "Fragile, liquid or perishable" in my packages since he waits on me so much. He never asks if I need stamps or anything else. I swear the normal litany of the post office takes 4 minutes. Especially if M.W. is doing the talking. C.P.B. likes me because I know exactly what I want when I get in line... I don't ask stupid questions.. or say "What was that middle thing again?" I need to find out his schedule so I can avoid the other annoying Postal workers. I am not stalking him, but when you find someone good you hang on to them. It is like my favorite server at Pizza House... I have learned to save myself a lot of aggrevation and just ask for his section.
I am just rambling now... I will just finish by saying I wish we got a break too. It is a long time from New Years to Memorial day.
Searching through NPR this morning to find something to listen to I saw that in their Driveway Moments they had an old episode of This American Life that is one of the best stories ever. It is about 3 young boys who find an abandoned house where everything was left behind and one boy's search for what happened to the family. It is very creepy and moving at the same time. So head over to NPR and listen. . On a funnier note you should also check out TAL episode 61 from 4/97. ... Act 1 is one of the funniest stories I have heard... make sure you go to the bathroom before you listen. If you want to search look for Peter Pan or Fiasco.
I was listening to NPR today and heard a piece on a grilled cheese eating competition. The winner ate 25 sandwhiches in 10 minutes. (Oh, and the Virgin Mary sandwhich made a guest apperance.) And on Food tv this weekend they had a hot dog eating competition where the winner ate 15 hot doges in 10 minutes. What is it with these things? I have heard of Pass the salad...
Hi, my name is Kate and I am a crier. Not at normal day to day life stuff, that I can handle. I am talking books, movies, music, commercials. I could watch the last 5 minutes of a movie I have never seen before and if someone dies I'll be crying. Just ask Verlaine about a certaint trip to Chicago and the movie Ramblin' Rose. Oh and V was mean enough to laugh at me when he took me to see Moulin Rouge. Oh, those songs from the 50s where the girl/boy dies by the railroad tracks or wherever also choke me up. The Folger's commercial where the boy gets home from the army. . The latest Harry Potter book wasn't any better. I had to reread the last 50 pages because I was crying to hard. *sigh* I can be a basketcase sometimes
Sunday my lovely neighbor let me use her washer since the roads were bad and she wasn't going to be home. I got my tv fix for awhile. I watched a show on Discovery about the U.S.S. Indianopolis and sobbed while folding my laundry. Of course I couldn't change the channel... just had to suffer through the end.
Even thinking about this topic is making me weepy. I need a Kleenex.
Morning! I am feeling really alert this morning. It has me a little worried. What is the rest of my day going to be like? Hell, I am even wearing makeup! What is the world coming to?
I bought myself the Scrabble CD ROM game this weekend. I have managed to beat the computer both games I played. I am a genius. No, really I am.
Weird dreams last night. Sort of the movie Donnie Darko, but the new Director's cut which I haven't seen yet, This starred Jake G., Ben Affleck and some big explosions. Then it flashed forward and the stars were James Van DerBeek and my friend Derek. We were in a parking garage because Derek needed to meet someone who was stuck between the 3rd and 4th floors. We were on the run from someone, but I didn't know who. Derek ended up taking a nap on the floor of the garage. When I said we needed to leave he said he had to get the VCR.
Strange.
I am going to go hunt down a Diet Coke. More strangeness later...
Some coworkers and I have had several discussions about songs that people think of as love songs, but actually have something darker at their core. We made a list of what we called stalker songs. (Not all are love songs, but that is wehre we started)Of course I don't have my list on me but here are a few of the ones that I remember.
1) Every Breath You Take ... the Police
2) Possession .... Sarah McLachlan
3) Run For Your Life .... the Beatles
4) I Drove All Night ... Roy Orbison
5) Escape .... Enrique Iglesias
6) Obsession .... Animotion
7) I'm Gonna Make You Love Me .... Diana Ross
8 ) I Want You to Want Me .... Cheap Trick
9) One Way Or Another ... Blondie
10) In Your Room ... Clay Aiken
Have any you care to ad? I know there are a lot of old torch songs that could fit the bill, but I am blanking on them right now...
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Shadowmusic offered the suggestion "You're Gonna See a Lot of Me" by Billie Holiday on Juniperflux's blog... which is where I remembered this list. So, thanks to both of them.
My new addiction is crossword puzzles. I have 5 or 6 books sitting waiting for me to crack them open I love them. I am not very good yet, but I am having fun just the same. I read that puzzles are actually good for your brain in the long run. That they have a smaller chance at becoming senile. Not the technical phrase they used, but it came down to the use it or lose it philosophy. So, turn off the tv and break out the daily crossword or play scrabble with some friends. Or yourself for that matter. I need to find some people to have a game night with. Trivia anyone?
Yesterday I asked for some ideas about what I could write about since I had hit a dry spell. Cutter suggested writing about what makes a thing beautiful. I have to admit I think it is a thought provoking topic. The Merriam Webster definition of beauty is “the quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit”.
What do you consider beautiful? I believe that it is one of the most subjective topics eimaginable. You could take a hundred people to a museum and ask that they pick the piece they find to be the most beautiful. Chances are they are all going to pick something different. Just look at different cultures and what they say is beautiful. We bring our emotions, our prejudices, our desires wherever we go. In my photography I often find that decay is beautiful. When the sunlight is shining on an abandoned building falling into ruin I find that to be beautiful. The lines etched in people’s faces are beautiful. I don’t understand the air brushed idea of beauty. I would rather see someone who has lived and it shows in their skin that some computer enhanced person.
I have much more to say, but need to think it out before I ramble on much more. Here are some quotes I found about beauty and thought they were worth sharing.
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“The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.” Havelock Ellis 1914
“The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.” John Cage
“I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.” John Constable
“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart” Kahlil Gibran
My mind is a bit like tapioca today. Just feeling sort of blah. Maybe it is because they have predicted more snow tonight. Could get up to 6 inches. *sigh* Yesterday the rain just melted all the snow that we had from a few weeks ago. Have I mentioned lately that I want it to be Spring?
Happy Valentine's Day all. I just realized I am wearing black and didn't plan it the way I have in past years. But I do have on red and pink undies and that wasn't thought out either. I am not a big fan of Feb. 14th as far as holidays go. I suffered through 2 years at Hallmark and v-day was one of the most painful. Too many "if you were a woman" questions from guys. Could you just twist the knife in a little further please? No, to the left. Your other left. I am a big believer in showing you care year round... I don't need someone to go broke trying to make me happy. Not that it has happened, but I wouldn't want it to. It is the same reason I don't want the fancy wedding or the diamond ring. At the end of the day they don't mean that much... I would rather have someone who was willing to go get me ice cream at midnight or would go scrape the ice off my car. Any fool can buy flowers... they put them right by the register with the boxes of chocolate. I want something a little more original. Is it asking too much? Of course I am single at the moment so maybe I should wait to ask that question.
(Thanks Scuba for that wonderful term. Everyone I tell it too just has to start laughing.)
Looks like I am going to make it through my first week back at work. I am really sore ... My body was happy snoozing in the recliner. Washtenaw County roads are riddled with car swallowing pot holes. Can you say ouch?!? And I move around a lot for my job which isn't helping matters.
It is still strange to look in the mirror and see my reflection. I am so happy I had the reduction, but I have to get used to a new me. My old roomie Zara told me it looked like that had removed a person from my chest. It almost feels like it too.
So this weekend I am doing nothing but sit around watching movies and knitting. Wondering if I can wish my laundry done.
I love love love music... I listen to it constantly at work. (I have to do something to drown out the verbal tics of the guy sitting next to me.) Lately I have been listening to All Songs Considered and my Launchcast station. And because I am too tired to think of something witty to write I am going to share some of the songs and artists I am loving at the moment.
~Iron and Wine.... Deceptively simple music and wonderful lyrics. This tops my "Need to buy some of their cds" list
~Ray LaMontagne "Trouble".... I have only heard the one song, but I love his voice. Which reviewers say is like a mix of Otis Redding and Van Morrisson.
~Killers "Mr. Brightside" ... I just love this song. Poppy and weird.
~Mia Doi Todd.... Another amazing voice.
~A.C Newman "Miracle Drug"
~Trashcan Sinatras ... finally a new album from them. Makes me happy
~Lanterna .... instrumental, lush and vibrant.
That is just a peek. What music are you listening to now? Anything you can't take out of your cd player?
Went grocery shopping after work last night which depleted my small energy supply. Let me just say that it was Freak shopping night at Meijer Thrifty Acres. Maybe it is just that I am still not used to being out in public again. I was shaking by the time I entered my quiet little home. I gave a little sigh and put away my groceries and then sighed again when I discovered my lovely cat left a little up chuck present for me. Later in the evening I found another one when I went to start getting ready for bed. This was a 100x worse since their were ants crawling all over it. ANTS!!!!! I have found no other evidence of them in the house and can't figure out where they all came from and why they were in the middle of my bedroom floor. I cleaned it all up, shuddering the whole time, got out the vacuum and sucked the rest of the little devils up. But I still imagined that the floor was covered in them. Needless to say everytime I felt something on my skin I thought it was an ant. It still grosses me out. Hopefully tonight will be up chuck and ant free.
I wish I could pay for my phone bill with Tbucks. I just called to find out how many minutes I had used on my cell phone.... much to my dismay I was more than 100 minutes over my limit. All my get well calls. At least it is only the 3rd time I have gone over in 4 years. But that bill is going to hurt.
I survived my first day back to work. I was pretty sore and kind of grumpy when I got home. I sat on the couch and watched a few episodes of "Dead Like Me", okay I watched 5 episodes. It is a pretty smart show. Great cast. I had planned on going to the grocery store to pick up a few things, but it was raining and I was lazy so I stayed home. Made scrambled eggs and toast for dinner. Breakfast food for dinner is one of my favorite things. Simple, tasty.
I am anxious for Spring... I want flowers and greenery. The freshness in the wind. It is one of my favorite times of year. This gray rainy mess is depressing. This year I want to get some plants for the deck... maybe I should order a catalog so I can dream about what to put out there.
I am six hours into my first day back at work. I haven't accomplished much, but I don't think anyone was really expecting me to be Ms. Motivated. I am really ready for a nap. For some unknown reason I have started waking up at 2:30-3:00. Usually from a deep deep sleep. Then it takes me 30 more minutes to go back to sleep. I just wish it would stop.
I watched a lot of dvds while I was out... here is a sample 1)Harry Potter and the Prisioner of Azkaban (about 20 times... I was too lazy to take it out of the dvd player) 2)Entire first season of CSI 3)4 episodes from the 1st season of X-Files 4)Last 3 episodes of Firefly 5)Return of the King extended cut (3 times) 6)Trekies 2 (Brilliant... just brilliant) 7)First 3 episodes of Freaks and Geeks 8 )Barbershop 2 9)Jurassic Park 10)Armegeddon 11)Lewis Black on Broadway (with Lynne)
Well, I am going to go back to pretending to work.
Wow. It feels odd to be sitting at a computer. First off I want to say thanks to all of you who sent me good thoughts and wishes the last few weeks. The surgery went amazingly well. I also survived having my Mom in my tiny house for a week. She is amazing, but you know how being in closed quarters with your parents can be.
Saturday I had to pick her up at the airport after we got about 9-11 inches of snow. Her one request for her whole trip was that we go to the casino. Since the snow had let up and I thought the crews would have cleared up the roads a bit I said sure. She gave me money to gamble, picked out my slot machine and sent me on my way. I ended up winning about $200 on top of my starter money. Of course the roads were in worse shape than when we went to the casino, but such is my luck. Lots of blowing snow and idiot drivers.
Sunday we made one last trip to the store to stock up on things for the week. We also had one last hurrah food wise and went to IHOC (International House of Cow, or Outack Steakhouse). My Mom was nice enough to have a Wallabye Darned for me.
My surgery wasn't scheduled until 1:30 Monday afternoon. I got there extra early, because that is just how I am. I got called back to the prep area and got to change into my fetching gown and stockings. The Dr.B. marked me all up like a side of beef. I asked if he put a smilie face on me,he said no but he could if I wanted. He then said that it probably went against everything my mother taught me to write on me... I said that she didn't ever complain about that, but that I could never use those lick 'em stick 'em tattoos. Dr. B thought I was a bit strange, but that was okay.
Mom and I were waiting watching half the hospital pass by. This one blocky dorky guy kept walking by. He was wearing a scrub hat and it was pulled at this weird angle. Mom called it a "beret gone astray". We laughed more each time. In my head I figured he has something to due with my surgery. Of course he was my orderly... his name was Eric. I had to talk to about 7 different people, all with the same questions. All who tried to give me a perscription to Vicodin. It was amazing.
I woke up in the recovery room to a man across the aisle from me groaning and moaning. It was extremely annoying. I really wanted to tell him he needed to talk before anyone could help him. On a positve note one of the nurses told me I looked 17... of course that could be the drugs talking. They moved me to another recovery area away from the groaner. I got to drink some soda, eat some crackers, throw up. I sat up to get dressed and the nurse asked if I was okay. I said I wasn't sure. She then asked if I was going to throw up. I said I think I might. She got me the bed pan just in time. She wasn't very nice so I didn't feel to bad about throwing up a bit on her.
The pain was never as bad as I thought. In fact I felt pretty together most of the time. Gary sent me the most beautiful Tulips. Thea made me a rockin' wrist band with a skull and cross bones beaded in... in pink. She sat with my mom during the whole surgery. She's a superstar. I got my drains out Friday. They were the worst part of the surgery. Mom went home Saturday. Carrie was nice enough to drive us to the airport. Yesterday I went to see Dr. B. and he said everything is looking great. He took almost 4 lbs off total. It is amazing to look down and not see much. I am so glad I did this. Thanks Scuba for being the catalyst.
Now I am going to check my email.... I have had over 1200 emails, 1175 are probably spam.