Archive for March, 2007


Sometimes I just need to blogthings. I heart blogthings. It lets me do something without doing anything. Thanks for your patience. We will now return to the regularly scheduled blog.

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Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)

Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men
You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

Dreamy? Definitely. Romantic? I blush to admit it, but yes.  Elegant? Well, in my dreams, I suppose. I’d like to be elegant, but I’m more than a bit of a slob. Expressive? Definitely.

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You Should Rule Saturn

Saturn is a mysterious planet that can rarely be seen with the naked eye.You are perfect to rule Saturn because like its rings, you don’t always follow the rules of nature.
And like Saturn, to really be able to understand you, someone delve beyond your appearance.

You are not an easy person to befriend. However, once you enter a friendship, you’ll be a friend for life.
You think slowly but deeply. You only gain great understanding after a situation has past.

What Planet Should You Rule?

Whenever I take these funny little quizzes, which are good on days like today when I’m too exhausted emotionally to try to talk to anyone, I always wonder if my friends agree with the assessments. Obviously not about whether I should rule Saturn–I mean, that’s obvious. But is it true that I’m not easy to befriend? I know that once I’m your friend, you’re stuck with me forever. Unless you make it obvious that you don’t want me around. But even then I think of you, and hope you’re doing well, and you could probably pop back into my life and I’d be just as nice and friendly as always. I totally disagree that I think slowly. My thoughts race. But I do think deeply. I think.

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What are you proud of?

Well, I guess the thing I’m the proudest of is that no matter how many times life has knocked me on my ass, I’ve gotten back up again and kept going. Sometimes it took me longer to get back up, but I’ve always gotten back up.

What is the best thing you’ve ever won as a prize?

It’s a tie. I won an iMac computer back in 2000, and last September I won a year’s worth of Godiva. Well, not really a year’s worth of Godiva, because that would be a heckuva lot of chocolate. But I get to go to the Godiva store every month and get a free chocolate something with the coupon Godiva sent me. So I’ve enjoyed some of it myself, but shared a lot with friends and family.

Name something you do that is a waste of time.

Play solitaire on my cell phone. Complete utter waste of time. But it’s relaxing and mind-numbing. Sometimes one needs mind-numbing, know what I mean?

Main Course
In what year of your life did you change the most?

Until this year, it was the year I was 38. I did a lot of changing that year. But I think I’ve changed even more in my 43rd year than my 38th. That’s from my perspective, though. Perhaps my sister or a friend would disagree.

Where is a place you consider to be very tranquil?

The celestial room at the temple. But I can’t go there right now. That’s something that I’m working on, because it is the most serene, tranquil, peaceful place on the earth. In the meantime, though, I find tranquility and serenity lots of places. Sometimes it’s my car, after a stressful day. Sometimes it’s my bedroom with a good book and all the lights off except the reading lamp over the futon. Sometimes it’s the bathtub with all the lights off and a dozen candles lit and lavender bath salts. Sometimes it’s my back yard when everything’s cool and green and Joe and Molly and I are running around chasing each other and playing keep-away with a slobbery stick or ball. Tranquility is a state of mind.

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The lumps

Didja notice that plural there? There are two lumps, not one. If the big one is the size of a pea, then the small one is about the size of a pin head. Not big. But there are two. And they are solid. They aren’t cysts.

The diagnostic mammogram this morning hurt like hell. The paddle was a lot smaller because the technician had to zone in on a specific area. And the lumps are back up against the wall of my chest, so it was hard to get to. And then after taking the first few films and showing them to the radiologist, she came back with the joyous news that he wanted her to take another shot with an even smaller paddle.

And then I got to go have a sonogram. Normally sonograms don’t hurt, of course, but my breast was already so tender from the mammogram that this one did. I lay on my back and watched the screen, saw the lumps there.

Then the radiologist came in to talk to me. He said that he is recommending biopsy. He doesn’t have a feel for whether it’s malignant or not, but can definitely see that there is something there that’s not a cyst.

I keep telling myself to stay calm, that everything will be okay. And I know it will be. I know that whatever happens will be okay. I know that if it is cancer, they’ve caught it while it’s small, and easily treatable. And I’ve got an incredible support system. I could not ask for better family and friends to see me through this.

But I’m still scared.

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Manga, Spam, and BBQ Chips

MANGA: When I meandered to Half-Price Books during my lunch break today  (actually I didn’t meander. I made a beeline. I drove as fast as I could without getting myself killed. Or killing anyone else. Whatever I did, I didn’t meander), I bought, among other things, a manga book that caught my eye. See, I’d only picked up 4 books. I had to have 5 books. I don’t know why it had to be 5. It just did, damnit! Sorcerers & Secretaries by Amy Kim Canter.  I’ve read the first chapter. It’s cute. And anything that mocks out being a secretary gets my vote, because on account of how I’ve been a secretary for too many years.

SPAM: I don’t read spam. Honest. I do, however, chuckle at the subjects of said spam. Like when the subject is “FRAUDULENT SPAM.” I don’t know if that’s something Gmail puts in there to alert me, or if the senders of said fraudulent spam think it will get me to open it up out of curiosity, but I still find it amusing.  But when I was deleting some spam a few minutes ago, the subject of one e-mail read, “View from the ocean is better than your cubical.”  Now, aside from the fact that they spelled cubicLE wrong, which drove me nuts, I couldn’t really argue with that.  The view from my OFFICE (because I don’t have a cubicle) is normally pretty boring.  My view consists of a doorway that opens into a hall area in front of the coffee maker, ice maker, and sink. Pretty boring. But whenever people go by they always wave and say hello to me, and that’s nice.  As nice as the ocean? Hardly. However, and this is the salient point, the view from my office is better than the view of my ass in a bathing suit. Perhaps by the time I finally migrate to Galveston in July or August I’ll feel better about how I look in a bathing suit. But for today, I’ll stick with the view from my office.

BBQ CHIPS: I heart Lays Light BBQ chips. They’re guilt-free and the taste is undistinguishable from the regular Lays BBQ chips. They’re crunchy and BBQrific.

That is all.

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Okay, first of all, OW! Owlie-ow-ow-ow!  The pulled muscle in the groin is not getting better. It hurts like billy blue blazes! Walking is not fun. Sitting is not fun. And tomorrow night is performance number 3, followed by performance number 4 on Saturday night, in which I will have to do all kinds of interesting movements using said muscle.  Sorry. I had to get that out of the way. I’ve been hobbling around all week, and kept hoping it would get better with slow stretches but it hasn’t. And it’s hurting quite badly today.

I stayed up wayyyy too late last night reading. I went to Half-Price Books yesterday during my lunch break and bought an armful of books. Why is it that it’s virtually impossible for me to go to sleep with an unread book in the house? I think I read 5 books last night! Obviously nothing too long or complicated, but they were reasonably entertaining.  And I didn’t sleep too well last night, I think because all the different books were jostling around in my imagination trying to gain the uppermost hand in my dreams. I was having a very interesting dream when I woke up, but I don’t remember a durn thing about it.

Hey, if you’re interested in participating in this month’s Scheherazade Project theme, you’ve only got a couple of days left to do it. Remember the prize is a $10 Amazon gift certificate, which always comes in handy. So far the only other participant besides me is Jess–she inserted herself into two poems, and did a dandy job of it, I might add.  You don’t have to write brilliantly or even well. That’s not what it’s about. You just have to write. That’s what it’s about. So go forth. Write. Post your story or poem or what-have-you on your blog, then return to the S-Project, post a comment for the current theme, and leave the link to the post with your entry. You get an entry for each item you post, up to a maximum of two entries per theme. 

I took the Wicked CD out of my car stereo yesterday and inserted disk 1 of my Russian language CDs. I’ve been listening to lesson 1 over and over and over. So far I can say good-bye without any prompting. And I know how to say night, I, you, yes, and no. That’s about it so far. Russian is hard. Damn hard. There are sounds that I am trying to make that I have never before made in my life. Lesson 1 has the following words: I, you (familiar), you (polite), he, she, it, this/that/this one/that one, we, you (plural), they, good morning, good day, good evening, night, good night, good-bye, please/you’re welcome, thank you, yes, no, sir/Mr., and madam/Mrs./miss.  In my short commute to and from work, I can go through lesson 1 at least 3 times. I’m very frustrated that I’ve only learned 4 new words. Because I already knew yes and no. But I don’t see any point in moving on to lesson 2 until I’ve gotten the words from lesson 1 memorized.  And then I look at the little booklet that came with the CDs, and I see the Cyrillic alphabet and how those words are spelled, and it looks like nothing I’ll ever be able to associate with the sounds. At least with French and Spanish the letters were the same I use for English, so I was able to easily learn how to spell the words. Russian is something altogether different. 

Time to hobble down the hall to the restroom. Like I said, pulled groin muscle–ow!!!!

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