Archive for August, 2006
Yep, it appears that the time off I took was worth the bother. Though I’m still somewhat bothered using my left hand, it’s relatively pain free. I like that. I missed being able to type as normal. I despise having to type with one hand. It’s just so wrong. Thank you to all who left me well wishes.
I got a letter from the university yesterday. I’ve been invited, as I was last year, to join the Golden Key International Honour Society. It’s offered to students who are in the top 15% of their class. Last year I couldn’t afford to take part in it, but this year, I think I’ll join. It’s $90 for a membership and $4.50 for a certificate. I figure that’s what I’ll do. It’ll look good in a resume. I figured I’d join because that would open up scholarship opportunities for me, and possibly job opportunities. I don’t know what they’d offer a sociologist, but hey, it can’t hurt to have that, right?
Speaking of school, I’ve got a print-out of my book listing. If I buy all new books (which I’m going to work hard to avoid doing) I’ll end up paying nearly $500 on texts. Isn’t that terrible? I know that texts cost a lot, they use fancy shmancy paper, they’re frequently hard cover, but that’s painful!
Bran and Ladyfriend are ill. They both have really sore throats and are congested and stuff. They’re off to the doctor. I hope that, whatever they have, they don’t donate it to me. I’m not feeling healed enough to get sick.
Boy is off to his first day of classes. He was meeting a friend and they were going to talk to the school together. It’s quite handy that we live so close to his high school. He’ll never have a snow day so long as the school is open. Of course, he’s never gotten a snow day and would deeply resent losing out on such a thing if other kids didn’t have to go. Several kids from his old school are also going to the same high school, some of them were the originators of his being bullied. You can bet there will be a close monitoring of that situation.
You know, I never realized how much I enjoy writing in this thing until I couldn’t. It only took one day to prove that to me. I like leaving comments, and found that I had to abbreviate what I was going to say, or in some cases, not say anything at all, despite wanting to because of the discomfort it caused. Ibuprofen is a friend.
Speaking of drugs. I’ve not had Pariet since Thursday before last. For the first couple of days I had some heartburn problems. Those days left me thinking that I really should get more. But as the days went on and I kept forgetting, I also found that I wasn’t getting heartburn, or else it would be just an edge of it and a couple of Tums would take care of it. For the past few days, I’ve not had heartburn at all. I’m rather enjoying that and I’m glad that I don’t have to take yet another medication to control that. It leaves me wondering if one of the OTC anti-acid medications would work effectively. I know that the heartburn probably would come back should I have to take ibuprofen on a regular basis, like when my shoulder hurts. I guess we’ll see. If an OTC works, I’d rather take that than have to run to the doctor’s office for samples or a script.
That’s about the excitement du jour. Eventually, I’m going to make coffee, head to the shower, make breakfast and such like. I may have more to write later. Afterall, even one day of being deprived is hard on a girl.
Due to injuries suffered by me in yesterday’s unfortunate lack of balance fall, I won’t be blogging for a few days. Typing and using the quick key strokes for cut/paste and such create further discomfort that I’m not willing to influct upon myself at this time. Until I am able to use my left hand without discomfort I will be just reading.
Bran’s old computer died some time ago. This was a great tragedy considering the information that it held. This past week he got an old, old computer of the same ilk as the dead one and swapped out the hard drive in order to recover the data that was on the drive. This means that, should all go well, the recipe for chick pea veggie burgers will be in my hot little hands (perverbially) soon.
That too is a good thing.
That’s me. Pure supple grace in action.
I bet you can guess what comes next. Yes, bruises.
As y’all know, we have a lovely four footed feline roommate until the end of the month. Sadly, because of my allergies, my eustachian tubes (the tubes that connect your ear to your throat and drains liquid out of your inner ear) are frequently plugged or in the process of being plugged. This creates havoc for my hearing with loud clicks, frequent tinitis, and balance “issues.” In the mornings I walk at a tilt. Until I am awake and sitting or standing erect for a half hour or more (thus allowing the eustachian tubes to drain out) my balance tends to be a bit off, and when I walk anywhere it’s a good idea to have a wall near by.
This morning, after I bent over to the floor to pick up my skirt to put on, my balance ceased being an issue. It wasn’t an issue because it didn’t work. I fell over. Down, down, down I went ramming my thigh into the step stool I use to get in and out of bed and having my entire body weight push down on that spot and then, I slid down the stool. My left hand reached out to break my fall and encountered the edge of the stool, pushing my thumb back. My right hand dumped all the stuff from my rattan egg chair to the floor, making finding purchase to stand up…interesting.
I got up, limped upstairs, went to the bathroom, whined at Bran and then came downstairs again. By the time I got downstairs my back (which had been severely jarred from the fall) was beginning to spasm up making my entire leg hot wired with discomfort.
By the time that Dad got here in the afternoon I had a bruise forming. Thus far it’s about 6″ in diameter, maybe a bit more, my back aches making my leg and butt hurt. My left hand hurts and I’m greatly relieved that I don’t have to use my left thumb for much of anything.
Dad’s visit was nice. We went to the usual book stores, checked out the new Zellers that opened up, then came home for a while. Then it was out to supper at the buffet place. I’m too full, my back hurts, my butt hurts and my thumb is trying to figure out how to work, but just can’t get it’s shit together.
So I’m going to lay down now. I’m tired, sleepy and my back needs to stretch out. It was a good day though. Dad’s sending up money later in the week so we’ll be able to pay rent, get Boy some underwear and maybe some pants, pay his school fees, get me some pants, buy texts for Bran and I, get the larder restocked and maybe something nice.
Hey Brad, did you know that Firefox has an extension that teaches touch typing? It does.
I love Firefox. It has tons of really cool extensions that rock my boat. I have a few favourites, one of which is an extension that keeps flash ads from showing up. You can see them if you want to, but they wait until you ask them to run. It also has an extension that lets you know when your gmail account gets mail. I think Yahoo also has an extension as well as a couple of other free internet mail services. You can clear your cache by pressing a button, You can shut down and restart with the pressof a single button.
I have smilies that I can insert into forums or onto my blog using html code. I have a calendar, a reminder (which is separate from the calendar), a weather notice thing on my status bar, there’s an extension that allows me to shut down Firefox and it’ll automatically open all the tabs I was reading. It also works when the Windows decides that it must fuck me over and I have to do a hard reboot.. My tabs are coloured, they have little icons on them, I have a couple of things that allow me to choose when I don’t want cookies to attach to me, that makes my mouse work really smoothly instead of clunking from line to line.
My search bar resizes itself depending on the size of my search. I can hover my cursor over a word and get a definition of it, and one that I’ve not set up yet, is “morning coffee.” This extension will open tabs that you use daily, like comics, news sites, and other places you go on a regular basis. FoxyTunes allows me to control my media player from my browser, so I can pause play, mute the music, skip ahead, all without having to access the media player I set as default.
Firefox even has a windows update button where you can download the latest updates and not have to open up the evil Internet Explorer. I’ve grown to absolutely adore my Firefox and wouldn’t have a computer without it…ever.
Yes folks, I had a most satisfying shower. The only possible fault was that I forgot to turn the fan in the bathroom on. There is a window that’s open, but without the fan, there’s not a whole lot of air circulation. Anyway, so now I’m clean and sweaty so my fan is blowing air on me so I can cool down.
Bran trimmed my hair. I haven’t had a haircut since 2004, spring as I recall. Since then it’s grown long and straggly. So tonight Bran took off some layering and certainly a whole lot of split ends. From now on I’ll hand him the scissors every couple of months and he’ll take off half an inch or so and my hair will grow and grow and grow. Until I get it cut off again…maybe. I really like my hair long, but it’s really cute and curly when it’s short. Oh well, for now it’s going to grow, and thanks to Bran, it’s got some semblence of being “tidy.”
Laundry is done. I spent the better part of today getting it that way. I got myself a chair to sit on to sort the clothes, got the first loads in and crashed on Boy’s bed, because mine already had folded clothing on it. Then, a few hours later, Bran had gotten a couple more loads done and I woke up. From then it was watching murder and mayhem on MS-NBC and folding clothes and changing loads from washer to dryer and folding clothes.
Now it’s time for me to kick back for about 10 minutes, shower, get into clean clothes and read other people’s lives. Laundry is complete. Aren’t you happy for me? I know I am.
That’s really all there is to today.
Hey, g’morning. You must, really mean it, you MUST go and see Commissioned. The insight is…just go and see it.
I’ve been making up a wishlist at amazon.ca. I can’t believe how much stuff there is!! I’ve got nearly every Avengers episode DVD, the complete Monte Python Collection, every Inspector Morse they had there, all the Inspector Alleyn, Midsommer Murders and books! Books galore! I haven’t even come close to getting through the listing of true crime books there. Not only that, but there are books that would be extremely helpful to me for classes and employment, not to mention that the damned things look dead interesting. Those ones I’m leaving off of the list because I figure that I can get them on my own eventually.
Two stand out right now, though, New York Noir: Crime Photos from the Daily News Archive and Iceman : Confessions of a Mafia Contract Killer. Those two really rock my boat in a huge way. Of course, there are others, but I want to complete my list before I set up any kind of link to it. I certainly don’t expect anything, but it surely is fun to go through the list. Did you know that they have books that start at $0.01? They do! I’m assuming that’s used, but who cares? Heh.
oh, I wanted to paste this here from Raincoaster. She’s very cool and was one of the people I first started reading on Diary-X. She always has interesting links and stuff in her entries. I wish she’d so more writing of her own there though. She’s outstandingly good and quite an interesting person added into the fray. Anyway, here’s the pasting:
|One morning the husband returns after several hours of
fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar
with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out.
She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her
book. Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls
up alongside the woman and says, “Good morning, Ma’am.
What are you doing?”
“Reading a book,” she replies, (thinking, “Isn’t that
‘You’re in a Restricted Fishing Area,” he informs her.
“I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not fishing. I’m reading.”
“Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you
could start at any moment. I’ll have to take you in and write you
“If you do that, I’ll have to charge you with sexual
assault, “says the woman.
“But I haven’t even touched you,” says the game warden.
“That’s true, but you have all the equipment. For all
I know you could start at any moment.”
“Have a nice day ma’am,” and he left.
MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It’s likely she
can also think. Send this to four women who are thinkers.
So there you have it folks. Always remember that women really are smart people. If you let your guard down and forget that it’s going to bite you in the medulla when you least expect it.
There are changes coming, but I’m not going to write about them until they are fait accompli. I spent most of today asleep. I stayed up all night, and around 7 or 7:30 I ran out of steam. There was nothing to eat in the house, well, nothing much, and I was finally tired. I’d been chatting with Enviroboi (go to my blog listing in the sidebar, I don’t feel like doing the linky thing here) and I just of petered out, so to speak.
I slept until about 11 when Bran came in opening mail. I got my cheque from the university for volunteering. I think it’s been deposited because Bran had purchased some groceries. Either that or we had enough in the account to cover them. By coincidence I was thinking that we should make banana bread. We have a shit pile of bananas in the freezer for the specific purpose of using in baking and not used them. Then last night I saw that someone in my blog reading list had made banana bread. It created a craving and then – voila – there was banana cake. I had a couple of slices, read some comic and went back to sleep.
Now I’ve been awake a little over an hour, or under an hour. I’m not quite sure which right now. I had an orange and a croissant. There’s a watermelon laying on the kitchen floor awaiting someone to cut into it. Otherwise I have no idea what’s up for food.
One nice thing about today is that my eyes don’t itch today. They are, instead, all gunky with icky sticky stuff. I’m doing my best to ignore it.
That’s about it. Sleeping through the day does tend to make activity pretty short to blog about. I mean I could blog about how the Canadian government wanted me to become a spy, or that some guy living here woke me up from a peaceful sleep to tell me that my “wife” was at the door for me. I could talk about the Tweety Bird pajamas I was wearing, or that Calgary streets wouldn’t let me get half way across before changing to cross traffic. I could talk about the buses, the disruptions to the CBC studio in Toronto that I created without going there to do so, though I did say that I wanted to move to Toronto because of the awesome live broadcasting they did. I could talk about how my “wife” bore a striking resemblence to Captain Janeway (formerly Mrs. Columbo on a short lived series) a friend from highschool and someone else that I can’t place right now but was remembered in my dream. I could talk about how I was in Calgary, but couldn’t get the right angle to read the street signs. I did, however, tell the bus driver, that when I lived in Calgary they still had the express runs to the properties. I don’t think I ever got to where I was going but my “wife” appeared in a lot of places. I think she was stalking me until she began hinting around me becoming a spy or something. Or I could write about goign swimming at the old swimming pool in the city I grew up in.
So there you have it. My activity was nearly all within the dreamscape that is my mind. I’m tired again. All my dreams involved travelling, trying to run across streets that never allowed me to get across before the lights changed, trying to get there on buses that never went to where I needed to go. I was continually on the go throughout my dream time. It’s no small wonder that I need more sleep. If my body was as active as my mind was, then I’d feel as I do now.