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|Tuesday, April 26th, 2011|
Anyone still out there? I'm alive. :0) Current Mood: bored
|Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009|
I grew up on soap operas: The Young & The Restless, The Bold & The Beautiful, As The World Turns...I know actors and actresses that almost nobody in the real world has ever heard of. So when I saw Rod Stewart singing on some "Christmas at Rockefeller Center" thing on TV, it hit me...
Has anyone ever seen Rod Stewart and Jeanne Cooper in the same room together? Current Mood: amused
|Monday, October 5th, 2009|
|That was kind of cool...
We were just outside with Daisy, and we noticed she was investigating...something. Since it was at the other end of the yard, we couldn't tell what it was, only that she was in her "hesitant sniffing" mode...sniff, back up, go forward, sniff, back up, etc.
So we go out to her and see that it's an apparently dead baby opossum. Wasn't moving at all. supervenusfreak
and I shoo Daisy into the house, grab the shovel and prepare to dig a hole to bury it. As we're doing this, I notice that the opossum is starting to twitch its ears, so I move over closer. And see its eyes are now open, and its tail is starting to move. It was playing possum! I've never actually seen one do that! SO COOL! Current Mood: geeky
|Monday, September 14th, 2009|
|Tuesday, August 18th, 2009|
|Robert Novak has died.
Robert Novak (aka Novakula, aka The Prince of Darkness) succumbed to cancer less than an hour ago.
I disagreed with almost everything he believed, but I've been raised to not speak ill of the recently dead.
Therefore I'll only mention the possibly apocryphal response by Bette Davis on being asked her feelings about the death of Joan Crawford on a talk show (possibly Carson):
"I was raised to believe that one should speak only good of the dead. Joan Crawford is dead.
|Monday, August 10th, 2009|
It's the strangest thing. I looked at my bank account online this morning...and there was MONEY in there! I think this is called a paycheck. It's just that it's been so long since I've actually gotten one that I've forgotten a lot about them.
I can spend this, right? Current Mood: cheerful
|Monday, July 13th, 2009|
Interesting weekend. We went up to Altoona to go to my mom's church festival (I went mostly to have pasta e fagiole, an annual tradition). Nice festival, good food (most of which I had to avoid), seeing family. Oh, yeah, seeing family was the dark side, too...my mother's family is Catholic, mostly, with at least one born-again bible church nondenominational rightwinger (that's not to say there aren't any Catholic rightwingers...my one aunt is one of those). Anyway, there was Obama conversation between the born-again and the aunt...my tongue was bleeding (figuratively) from biting it so much. There was no way I could answer those kind of conversations without drawing figurative blood, and that's something you try not to do with family, especially when supervenusfreak
and I could just go home to Lancaster on Sunday but my mother had to live with these folks (who were her relatives (and mine)).
Afterward, we went to the Escapade to see a relative (my Aunt Rosanne's step-grandson) perform at a benefit drag show. He looked good...he's definitely got the look and the attitude down. He has a predilection to using remixes for his numbers, which I have an aesthetic disagreement with. Remixes are too long, and they have way too much extraneous crap in them to lipsynch to. But then, I'm old-school. Kids these days...
All-in-all, good weekend. I kind of regret not getting into it with my Obama-hating relatives, but it was probably for the best. I did get a lot of eyerolls in when the born-again said something about "this country doesn't need to be spitting in God's eye", though. Hard to spit in something that doesn't exist... Current Mood: amused
|Friday, July 10th, 2009|
Words provided by baeritone
- Arthur Knight Hammer...he's hard to put into words. I owe a lot to the self-styled King of the Bears, including pretty much the whole life I have now. If it weren't for Arthur and Bearidise, I'd probably still be living in my mother's house, completely alone and emotionally walled off from everyone. Arthur and Bearidise mean a LOT to me, even if I'm somewhat avoiding the man and the place at this point in time. It's unfortunate and it hurts a little, but the cliff has been jumped, and I'm the one who's still standing up top.Eighties
- Big hair! Members Only jackets! Leg warmers! Michael Jackson! Cyndi Lauper! Pegged jeans! Reeboks! The second half of my childhood/adolescence...the 80s is my nostalgia center. It's the decade I go back to when I want some comfort music. I was born in 1971, graduated high school in 1989, so the 80s were definitely the bulk of my conscious memories prior to adulthood. Flashback Eighties Weekends on the local radio station are a minor thrill for me. Gaming
- I am geekazoid, hear me roar. Okay, hear me clicking the keyboard, then. I'm a bit of a gaming geek, but not necessarily with the kind of games that hardcore gaming geeks actually respect. I'm a casual but frequent WoW player (and have been for over 3 years now). I'm also a pretty dedicated player of "casual games"...my bailiwick is Hidden Object games. Sometimes Match 3. I'm a member of Big Fish Game Club. I will usually download and try out every Hidden Object and Match 3 game they come out with. It's the one thing that keeps the WoW in check. :0)Pennsyltucky
- There's a saying that Pennsylvania is Pittsburgh and Philadelphia with Alabama in between. Not TOTALLY true, but it definitely resembles that more than it doesn't. I've lived here (in between Pittsburgh and Philadelphia) most of my life. I'm used to it...that doesn't necessarily mean that it's the most possible pleasing situation, but it does mean that the pros outweigh the cons, to at least a small degree. Pros: My family lives here...not HERE, in this city, but here, in central PA. My job is here, and it's a good one (when we're getting paid). My love is here. My friends (a large number of them, anyway) are here. Even living here in Lancaster, I sometimes miss the mountains around Altoona/Johnstown. There are good things and bad things, and the bad things don't have to shove the good things into the background.Fury
- I can have a temper. I try very hard not to let it go, but it exists. If the offense is bad enough, it can be pretty white-hot. I had a few very bad days on temper control Nov 5 of last year over Prop H8 in California, mitigated only by Obama's victory. I'm pretty sure I posted some things at various online forums that day that I would regret if I could actually remember them. At the same time, what seems like fury to me inside here often isn't even visible externally. I FEEL like there's fire jetting from my eyes but it's not something that's breaking the surface. That's one of my flaws, I think...I don't really show emotion unless you actually know me very well. It's all part of my walls, you see. Current Mood: introspective
|Monday, July 6th, 2009|
|Feeling naked at work...
My computer at work wonked out today. It got stuck on the start-up screen and wouldn't go any further. So...I spent the day out in the cubicle farm taking calls. IN THE CUBICLE FARM!!! I felt so naked...I've been working every day, all day, in the phone room, by myself, door closed, moderate privacy guaranteed for over two years. The day has STRESSED. ME. OUT. And I have no idea just when tomorrow morning the tech is supposed to come to fix it. So I may spend another half-day, at least, out in the open. Occupational agoraphobia? :0)
In health news, I am officially an insulin-using diabetic. Had my doctor's appointment tonight. My A1c that I took last weekend was 10.7. So we're going insulin. Twenty units, long-acting so I only have to inject once a day. At the end of a week of use (which will be next Tuesday), if I don't have a fasting glucose of 115 or lower, I'm to increase the dosage by 5 units. And so on, weekly, until I get a fasting glucose between 75 and 115. I'm authorized to go up to a max of 50 units per day. If I don't get a suitable fasting glucose by that point, I need to see the doc again to figure out what to do.
We're using Lantus Solostar pens since I have pen injection experience from when I was using Byetta a couple of years ago. I still have a box full of BD Ultra-fine needles, which are compatible with the Solostar, so I'm fine for those for a while. I got a sample pen from the doctor and a prescription for more pens and needles. I'm set.
The good news? The doctor thinks my diabetes is curable. All I have to do is lose about 250 pounds. Current Mood: ambivalent
|Tuesday, June 30th, 2009|
I just got a call from my aunt this evening. My mother is in the hospital in preparation for the insertion of a pacemaker tomorrow.
Yeah, I had no idea.
It's interesting...when I was first away from home, back in the early 90s, I lied to my mother until my lips bled. "I'm fine. Everything's fine. I'm okay." I was actually behind on rent, blowing my pay on frozen cordon bleu, cigarettes and Doritos, and horribly lonely.
Now, she lies to me. Constantly. "I'm fine. Everything's okay. I'm okay." She doesn't tell me about any new health problems unless I'm right on the verge of a visit, because she knows she can't hide it in person. I didn't know she was having trouble breathing. I didn't know she was so sick at one point that she couldn't even clean the house. I didn't know that her diet consisted of junk food and yogurt because she didn't feel like cooking. And she lies to my brother, as well.
The only way we know she's sick 90% of the time is if her younger sister, my aunt Rosanne, call us to tell us. And half the time my mother threatens to stop telling her about her health problems if she calls us.
So, apparently, my mother had a heart monitor all weekend, which she didn't see fit to tell me about even thought I talked to her on Sunday. She took it back in to the doctor today. An hour later, she gets a call at home: "The doctor would like you to go to the hospital." My mother asked my aunt to drive her (they told her to have someone else drive her over), and then my aunt promptly called me and my brother to let us know.
As soon as I hung up with Rosanne, I called my mother's hospital room and we...had a little talk. We had been planning to go up to visit the weekend after the Fourth, because my mother's church's festival was that weekend. I told her we were coming up THIS weekend and probably NEXT weekend, too, to make sure she was okay. She tried to put us off repeatedly. I told her in no uncertain terms that we WERE coming up.
At that point, I let her go so my brother could call and bawl her out. Then I took supervenusfreak
and his brother to the ballgame and came back home. My brother had called. I called him back and we worked out that he and his older son would go up this weekend, so we can go back to our original plan (with extra mother scrutiny!).
It's strange...I didn't have to have my own kids for my mother to get her revenge for my childhood... Current Mood: exasperated
|Monday, June 29th, 2009|
I refuse to believe that you just TOOK A CELLPHONE CALL while I was waiting for you to find a pen to write down your worker's number.
Do they just not teach people etiquette anymore? Current Mood: aggravated
|Saturday, June 27th, 2009|
Haley Joel Osment looks like someone photoshopped a 12-year-old's face on a 20-year-old's body. Poor kid's going to get carded until he's 60.
|Friday, June 26th, 2009|
This is going to make Anna Nicole Smith look like a Jane Doe potter's field burial. Current Mood: cynical
|Thursday, June 25th, 2009|
|Like an ass, falsely...
I hate anticipating "Thank you!" It happens regularly, since my job consists in large part of someone requesting information about their case and me looking up that information, whether the information is who their caseworker is or when their case was closed or exactly what benefits they have active.
And the natural (and, even in these decadent days, common) wind-down of the conversation is for the client to tell me "Thank you for your help!" or "Gracias!" and for me to say "You're welcome!" or "No problem!" or "De nada!"
Unfortunately, that predictability leads to me looking like an ass when I anticipate the thanks. If I say "You're welcome!" before they say "Thank you!", it looks like I was expecting them to forget to thank me and that I was prompting them, passive-agressively, to thank me. Which I wasn't. I fully expect people to say thank you because probably 95% of them DO.
Then again, it's probably like most of my supposedly horrible character flaws, something that only I agree is one.
|Friday, June 5th, 2009|
Again, posting another David Eddings fanfic I wrote almost a decade ago, for purposes of linking to it for a friend.
Bloodstone( Cut for courtesyCollapse )
|Thursday, June 4th, 2009|
I haven't forgotten to test or forgotten to post it. I've been thinking about how I've been doing this after someone sent me a PM after my last glucose posting. And I realized he's right.
I've been looking at the situation entirely the wrong way, really. I've been seeing this as "My blood has too much sugar in it. If I watch what I'm doing and take my meds, it should go down, like a bank account that's in active use. $100 - $80 - $65 - $40..." And that's not how it works. I have been concentrating far too hard on the idea that my sugar is lower today than it was yesterday. Yes, it is, but not for the reasons or under the rationale I was thinking it was. It's not a matter of time...even watching everything I was supposed to watch and doing everything I was supposed to do, my daily fasting glucose was huge, by any reasonable standard. Which means that my body isn't going to work with me the way it's supposed to.
I mean, I knew that wasn't the way it worked, intellectually, but I wasn't thinking straight about it. At this point, I can safely say that my A1c is going to be higher than desired...I've been over 100 units more than I should be for 3/4 of the time I've got until I get the blood draw done. There's no way, with less than 3 weeks left, that the numbers are going to be good.
This doesn't mean "give up", though. It just means "mentally adjust to the fact that I'm probably going on insulin". I can recognize denial now. :0) I'm going to try to avoid it. Current Mood: pensive
|Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009|
Home from work today...let's just say I don't want to get too far from a bathroom.
Anyway, I'm listening to the Price is Right in the next room and Johnny (or whoever the hell the announcer is now) is describing a showcase, and says, "This pair of corn-holders..."
That is NOT what I actually heard, though... Current Mood: amused
|Saturday, May 30th, 2009|
I've been having somewhat gloomy thoughts this afternoon, accompanying some gloomy googling of diabetic insulin delivery options: i.e., pens, pricks and pumps. Judging by the fact that my downward trend for blood glucose, while still downward, seems to be plateauing at around 250, I can pretty much predict that my A1c in a couple of weeks is going to be well above 7. Which means I'm probably going to be put on insulin.
The thought doesn't so much terrify me as annoy me. I'm going to be saddled with a life-saving but perpetually annoying regimen of injection, to be added to my current regimen of simple bloodletting, and probably multiplied by an approximate daily factor of 3 or 4.
I KNOW that if it's necessary, it's necessary. I know I'm not the first or only person on the face of the earth that has had or continues to have to do this. I know I'm whining.
Some people want to trade in their current spouse/partner for a newer or prettier model. I just want to trade in my current body for one that runs without so much maintenance. Current Mood: annoyed