Thursday, March 22, 2007
Maggie from AMC?
I think I just saw Ex Maggie from AMC in a Special K commercial. Except her hair looks darker giving her a less altogether pissed off look. Am I nuts?
Two and a Half Months Later
OK, so I said weekly and it didn't quite work out that way. I got caught up with school, and work, and whatever else.
Now I'm on my ass with pneumonia. Ironic that that is the only time I've had to catch up - or even felt like writing again - was here being sick.
Do I have anything to update you on? No. Despite being busy, life is pretty non-eventful. I did start grad school. Notice I didn't say "apply to" because my fears have stopped me from doing that. I have to talk to the professors because I've missed two classes from both of the courses I'm taking from being sick.
Let's see... what else can I write about? Yesterday I had a chest xray to confirm I had pneumonia. Those are fun. You have to put metal stickers on your, um, parts, so that when they look at the X-rays they don't think it's anything unusual. There's no where to put the stickers when you change back into your clothes.
Right now I'm watching Arthur on TiVo. One of my favorite movies! Here are some of my favorite lines:
"I race cars, I fondle women, but I have weekends off, and I am my own boss."
"Isn't this fun? Isn't fun the best thing to have? Don't you wish you were me? I know I do."
"Don't ya hate Perry's wife?"
"A real woman could stop you from drinking."
"It'd have to be a real BIG woman."
I even started watching (sort of) General Hospital again. I still think it's stupid but the Lucky/Liz/Jason thing has me interested. And DAMN but The Jason is looking good.
OK - I'll be back with more soon. Seriously.
Now I'm on my ass with pneumonia. Ironic that that is the only time I've had to catch up - or even felt like writing again - was here being sick.
Do I have anything to update you on? No. Despite being busy, life is pretty non-eventful. I did start grad school. Notice I didn't say "apply to" because my fears have stopped me from doing that. I have to talk to the professors because I've missed two classes from both of the courses I'm taking from being sick.
Let's see... what else can I write about? Yesterday I had a chest xray to confirm I had pneumonia. Those are fun. You have to put metal stickers on your, um, parts, so that when they look at the X-rays they don't think it's anything unusual. There's no where to put the stickers when you change back into your clothes.
Right now I'm watching Arthur on TiVo. One of my favorite movies! Here are some of my favorite lines:
"I race cars, I fondle women, but I have weekends off, and I am my own boss."
"Isn't this fun? Isn't fun the best thing to have? Don't you wish you were me? I know I do."
"Don't ya hate Perry's wife?"
"A real woman could stop you from drinking."
"It'd have to be a real BIG woman."
I even started watching (sort of) General Hospital again. I still think it's stupid but the Lucky/Liz/Jason thing has me interested. And DAMN but The Jason is looking good.
OK - I'll be back with more soon. Seriously.
Sunday, January 7, 2007
I'm Going Back to School Now... No, I'm Waiting... No, I'm Going Back... Whatever You Guys Think...
Remember being a kid and completely resenting decisions being made for you? Well now I'd about kill for it. I don't know what to do about school. Is it OK if someone else decides for me?
As with any pros and cons list for starting school now versus not, I'll start with the cons: My health has not been good for the past few months. I had a wicked asthma attack on Thanksgiving Day, which turned into a (Evie pauses to look at the calendar) six weeks as of now asthma flare up, complete with flu shot side effects, a sinus infection, a cold, endless amounts of prednisone complete with energy crashes, an ER trip, a FABULOUS two week long Tylenol 3 with Codeine trip (man... I miss that stuff), and my doctor panicking because she doesn't know what else she can do for me.
Back to the pulmonologist who gives me more drugs and thankfully didn't order any chest x rays because I had just had them two days before at the ER. Those are uncomfortable. They put stickers on you (you know where) and make you stand in a machine and hold your breath for, like, ever. Um, I have asthma, isn't the "hold your breath" thing kind of like asking someone with a bad leg to hop on it?
The people I work with at my day job either thought I was dying or faking, because I ended up missing about a week of work - probably more than that, because for two weeks, I either worked half days or didn't come in at all. The highlight of being sick by far was taking the Codeine I was given for this God-awful cough I had, and zoning out while I watched TV. I don't ever remember being that relaxed.
No wonder people like drugs.
I didn't have asthma as a child. I didn't have any health problems as a child other than the extreme nearsightedness which forced me to have big, horrible, Just Label Me a Dork for Life and Begin the Endless Teasing Now glasses. Probably why I pretty much refuse to wear anything but contact lenses to this day (well, that and I lost my glasses).
Then suddenly, when I was in my mid-twenties, I would get colds and not be able to move. Then it became a problem in my late twenties to climb more than one flight of steps at a time. Then I couldn't catch my breath at all and finally was diagnosed as asthmatic. That is also when I developed what I like to refer to as my Weirdass Allergy Collection: Latex, tunafish, green tea, white tea, echinacea, and ginseng (although, in defense of ginseng, that is not really an allergy as much as it is an interaction with my asthma medication rendering it ineffective).
My triggers are stress; extremes of temperature: heat, dryness, cold, humidity; and due to my enhanced sense of smell, which I now refer to as the Super Smeller, thanks to Dule Hill's character Gus on Psych who has the same affliction, certain smells can trigger attacks such as paint and cigarette smoke.
I swear, I don't care if people smoke - I'm not totally anti-smoking. If you wanna smoke, go for it! My doctor and I would just prefer you do it away from me. Do you believe that I walked into a CVS near my house tonight and I swear to you, there was a woman actually standing in the store, by the door so she was probably outside enough in her mind, smoking away, talking to someone about the weather.
It was raining and she evidently thought she might melt in the rain if she smoked outside. If I didn't have asthma, I would have ignored it, but never one to be able to keep my mouth shut, I walked over to the manager and asked if he was aware someone was smoking in the store. He was embarassed and raced over to kick the woman out as I scurried to the back to get my spring water and lotion tissues, in no mood for a confrontation from a smoker full of self righteous indignation.
Maybe we should build smokers their own domes?
So what was this post about? Oh, yeah, school. I really am thinking I should just go back now even though I'm not entirely sure I have the energy or even if I have enough time to enroll. I've been talking to Arcadia University since I made the decision to leave Rosemont College in October. The man I talked to, the dean of the program, was extremely nice and seemed anxious to have me in the program; I was honored and had several other conversations with people at the school.
But I remained frozen, and unable to complete the application, which naturally brings to mind the possibility that they might not want me anymore. I think I got two of my reference letters in and I filled out most of the online application. Except for the essay which, in an English program, is kind of important. I have to write 300 words about myself and then another 300 words about why I want to be in the program.
I know why I want to be in the program, but I don't know how to write 300 words about myself. How about, Well, I'm really cool and fun; love television, kids and animals love me, I'm a really good speller, I believe in psychic phenomena, always think of that Muppet song "Mahnah Mahnah" when I see the word phenomena, am perhaps a bit of a conspiracy theorist in the Richard Belzer school of thought, and I'm superstitious about strange things like Audrey Hepburn movies - she's bad luck despite her awesomeness... gosh, I probably shouldn't have mentioned her in this essay - can you guys wait while I throw some salt over my shoulder and chant a few prayers?
No, that won't work. So, I remain stuck, but I am considering getting my ass in gear and applying all ready. The other option is to apply and then start over the summer. It certainly wouldn't kill me to have some nights free for a few more months before I restart what I did for six years - work full time and go to school part time. And that's the other thing. Not sure I'm ready to do that again. It's been kind of fun being able to go home at night all though the problem is that I have not been especially productive, obviously, until recently.
Part of me wants to have the structure of school again.
Another part of me wants to sit on the couch and watch TV.
Damn, I miss that Codeine...
As with any pros and cons list for starting school now versus not, I'll start with the cons: My health has not been good for the past few months. I had a wicked asthma attack on Thanksgiving Day, which turned into a (Evie pauses to look at the calendar) six weeks as of now asthma flare up, complete with flu shot side effects, a sinus infection, a cold, endless amounts of prednisone complete with energy crashes, an ER trip, a FABULOUS two week long Tylenol 3 with Codeine trip (man... I miss that stuff), and my doctor panicking because she doesn't know what else she can do for me.
Back to the pulmonologist who gives me more drugs and thankfully didn't order any chest x rays because I had just had them two days before at the ER. Those are uncomfortable. They put stickers on you (you know where) and make you stand in a machine and hold your breath for, like, ever. Um, I have asthma, isn't the "hold your breath" thing kind of like asking someone with a bad leg to hop on it?
The people I work with at my day job either thought I was dying or faking, because I ended up missing about a week of work - probably more than that, because for two weeks, I either worked half days or didn't come in at all. The highlight of being sick by far was taking the Codeine I was given for this God-awful cough I had, and zoning out while I watched TV. I don't ever remember being that relaxed.
No wonder people like drugs.
I didn't have asthma as a child. I didn't have any health problems as a child other than the extreme nearsightedness which forced me to have big, horrible, Just Label Me a Dork for Life and Begin the Endless Teasing Now glasses. Probably why I pretty much refuse to wear anything but contact lenses to this day (well, that and I lost my glasses).
Then suddenly, when I was in my mid-twenties, I would get colds and not be able to move. Then it became a problem in my late twenties to climb more than one flight of steps at a time. Then I couldn't catch my breath at all and finally was diagnosed as asthmatic. That is also when I developed what I like to refer to as my Weirdass Allergy Collection: Latex, tunafish, green tea, white tea, echinacea, and ginseng (although, in defense of ginseng, that is not really an allergy as much as it is an interaction with my asthma medication rendering it ineffective).
My triggers are stress; extremes of temperature: heat, dryness, cold, humidity; and due to my enhanced sense of smell, which I now refer to as the Super Smeller, thanks to Dule Hill's character Gus on Psych who has the same affliction, certain smells can trigger attacks such as paint and cigarette smoke.
I swear, I don't care if people smoke - I'm not totally anti-smoking. If you wanna smoke, go for it! My doctor and I would just prefer you do it away from me. Do you believe that I walked into a CVS near my house tonight and I swear to you, there was a woman actually standing in the store, by the door so she was probably outside enough in her mind, smoking away, talking to someone about the weather.
It was raining and she evidently thought she might melt in the rain if she smoked outside. If I didn't have asthma, I would have ignored it, but never one to be able to keep my mouth shut, I walked over to the manager and asked if he was aware someone was smoking in the store. He was embarassed and raced over to kick the woman out as I scurried to the back to get my spring water and lotion tissues, in no mood for a confrontation from a smoker full of self righteous indignation.
Maybe we should build smokers their own domes?
So what was this post about? Oh, yeah, school. I really am thinking I should just go back now even though I'm not entirely sure I have the energy or even if I have enough time to enroll. I've been talking to Arcadia University since I made the decision to leave Rosemont College in October. The man I talked to, the dean of the program, was extremely nice and seemed anxious to have me in the program; I was honored and had several other conversations with people at the school.
But I remained frozen, and unable to complete the application, which naturally brings to mind the possibility that they might not want me anymore. I think I got two of my reference letters in and I filled out most of the online application. Except for the essay which, in an English program, is kind of important. I have to write 300 words about myself and then another 300 words about why I want to be in the program.
I know why I want to be in the program, but I don't know how to write 300 words about myself. How about, Well, I'm really cool and fun; love television, kids and animals love me, I'm a really good speller, I believe in psychic phenomena, always think of that Muppet song "Mahnah Mahnah" when I see the word phenomena, am perhaps a bit of a conspiracy theorist in the Richard Belzer school of thought, and I'm superstitious about strange things like Audrey Hepburn movies - she's bad luck despite her awesomeness... gosh, I probably shouldn't have mentioned her in this essay - can you guys wait while I throw some salt over my shoulder and chant a few prayers?
No, that won't work. So, I remain stuck, but I am considering getting my ass in gear and applying all ready. The other option is to apply and then start over the summer. It certainly wouldn't kill me to have some nights free for a few more months before I restart what I did for six years - work full time and go to school part time. And that's the other thing. Not sure I'm ready to do that again. It's been kind of fun being able to go home at night all though the problem is that I have not been especially productive, obviously, until recently.
Part of me wants to have the structure of school again.
Another part of me wants to sit on the couch and watch TV.
Damn, I miss that Codeine...
More on the Blog Newness
Thank you to those of you who stuck with me - I know I disappeared for a long time. I seemed to become frozen in October of 2006 as I accepted that the year sucked and there was nothing I could do about it but let it all go and start over again this year. So I kind of took the rest of the year off - I even quit school, temporarily, and you of course remember what I put myself through with the Great Grad School Decision of 2006.
I know some of you that stuck with me have been patiently waiting for me to write about General Hospital again - and I hope you don't leave me when I tell you that I won't be writing about that again, at least not anytime soon. I give up, you guys! It's just too painful. I think the last straw was hooking up Lucky and Maxie. Um... ew?
So what will I be writing about? I'm not sure yet, I guess anything that happens. The challenge is that I am superstitious -- and I have found that I don't feel comfortable writing about people in my life - because, I don't know, you write something seemingly innocent about someone, that was intended at its worst to be funny and at its best to be innocuous, and they might say, "Hey, man, what up yo? Why didn't you say you felt that way?"
Plus there's that whole karma thing - what you put out comes back to you multiplied. I learned that lesson in a good way at Christmas when we did our White Elephant gift Christmas party (my Dad calls it a Pink Elephant gift), and we played that Take a Number and Steal the Gift game whose name escapes me. I picked a Muppet movie, a gift that was, I'm sorry, absolutely meant for me and my all encompassing Muppet love - and someone took it, can you freakin believe it? Oh, Kermie!
That's why I normally hate that game... but then I picked a Borders gift card; I had actually donated a Borders gift card as my Pink Elephant gift because I figured that whomever the recipient was would be able to get whatever they wanted, as long as it cost, heh heh, under $15. The Borders card that I got had a mysterious note about the amount being a surprise when the recipient got to the store.
Well - I could have waited until I got to the store as the donor intended, but what am I, a freakin Kennedy? I'm not made of money, I have to plan! I didn't want to end up at the store with a pile of stuff only to find out I would only be able to get half of it and I'd have to keep dreaming. I know, it's a gift, but you know, still. So I called the 800 number on the back, innocently, to find out what the amount was. I figured it would be $15 to $25 - in fact the limit on the gift was $25.
Evie the Cynic called and her jaw hit her desk (because of course I called from work, I mean, am I supposed to do this on MY time?) when she found out the amount was FIFTY FREAKIN DOLLARS. Boy am I ever an ungrateful bitch, huh? I was never able to find out who the donor was to thank him or her, so I can only hope that someone gave that person a kickass gift this year!
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, what I'll be writing about. Well, I guess I just showed you. I'll be back later to tell you about my week in the cultural world (I saw A Night at the Museum, it rocked!). Right now I have to get ready to go to my friend Julia's house to play with my girl Nina, who is one and a half and loves to hug and kiss me because she only gets to watch Sesame Street when I'm with her. Elmo is a powerful, powerful creature.
But Kermit T. Frog is my man.
I know some of you that stuck with me have been patiently waiting for me to write about General Hospital again - and I hope you don't leave me when I tell you that I won't be writing about that again, at least not anytime soon. I give up, you guys! It's just too painful. I think the last straw was hooking up Lucky and Maxie. Um... ew?
So what will I be writing about? I'm not sure yet, I guess anything that happens. The challenge is that I am superstitious -- and I have found that I don't feel comfortable writing about people in my life - because, I don't know, you write something seemingly innocent about someone, that was intended at its worst to be funny and at its best to be innocuous, and they might say, "Hey, man, what up yo? Why didn't you say you felt that way?"
Plus there's that whole karma thing - what you put out comes back to you multiplied. I learned that lesson in a good way at Christmas when we did our White Elephant gift Christmas party (my Dad calls it a Pink Elephant gift), and we played that Take a Number and Steal the Gift game whose name escapes me. I picked a Muppet movie, a gift that was, I'm sorry, absolutely meant for me and my all encompassing Muppet love - and someone took it, can you freakin believe it? Oh, Kermie!
That's why I normally hate that game... but then I picked a Borders gift card; I had actually donated a Borders gift card as my Pink Elephant gift because I figured that whomever the recipient was would be able to get whatever they wanted, as long as it cost, heh heh, under $15. The Borders card that I got had a mysterious note about the amount being a surprise when the recipient got to the store.
Well - I could have waited until I got to the store as the donor intended, but what am I, a freakin Kennedy? I'm not made of money, I have to plan! I didn't want to end up at the store with a pile of stuff only to find out I would only be able to get half of it and I'd have to keep dreaming. I know, it's a gift, but you know, still. So I called the 800 number on the back, innocently, to find out what the amount was. I figured it would be $15 to $25 - in fact the limit on the gift was $25.
Evie the Cynic called and her jaw hit her desk (because of course I called from work, I mean, am I supposed to do this on MY time?) when she found out the amount was FIFTY FREAKIN DOLLARS. Boy am I ever an ungrateful bitch, huh? I was never able to find out who the donor was to thank him or her, so I can only hope that someone gave that person a kickass gift this year!
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, what I'll be writing about. Well, I guess I just showed you. I'll be back later to tell you about my week in the cultural world (I saw A Night at the Museum, it rocked!). Right now I have to get ready to go to my friend Julia's house to play with my girl Nina, who is one and a half and loves to hug and kiss me because she only gets to watch Sesame Street when I'm with her. Elmo is a powerful, powerful creature.
But Kermit T. Frog is my man.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
What Superhero Am I? What Supervillain Am I? And What of My Alter Ego?
I got this from Wil Wheaton's blog, and he got it from someone else's blog, so if you have a blog, go for it; or just go take the quiz to find out what superhero and supervillian you are. I am Spiderman and Mystique. Mystique sounds fabulous and is described as a "beautiful companion" and a "deceiving vixen." Damn, I'm cool (and modesty is apparently also a thing...)! Hey, anybody have a clue how to delete all this extra space? Well, at least I figured out how to put the links in, huh?
Your results:
You are Spider-Man
Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...
Your results:
You are Mystique
Click here to take the "Which Super Villain am I?" quiz...
Your results:
You are Spider-Man
| You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.  |
Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...
Your results:
You are Mystique
| Sometimes motherly, sometimes a beautiful companion, but most of the time a deceiving vixen. |
Click here to take the "Which Super Villain am I?" quiz...
Monday, January 1, 2007
A Haiku for Julia Roberts
I am newly addicted to Entertainment Weekly's Popwatch blog. My favorite blogger, Michael Slezak, posted a challenge to compose a "celebratory haiku" to honor the fact that Julia Roberts (yawn) is pregnant (louder yawn) again.
Here's mine:
To the new baby
Everyone Says I Love You
'Cause Mom is famous
Here's mine:
To the new baby
Everyone Says I Love You
'Cause Mom is famous
The New Year, the New Blog
Thank GOD 2006 is over. It was the worst year of my life, and I include the years that I lost my grandmother Sheila and my great Aunt Jean, and the years of being tormented in school (I was a mousy, skinny, shy kid with glasses...).
But let's not talk about it - I don't know if there is anyone out there that is checking this blog, and that's really OK, because 2007 is the year of starting over.
My day job is going well - I've been sick for the past month and a half though with an asthma thing. But I'm getting better. I'm sorry I can't come on here and be ebulient, although I am feeling a lot more chipper than I probably sound.
Bogart is getting better by the way! His scores went down. I have only a few more hours left of my long weekend before it's back to work tomorrow. No days off until May!! I will try to be better about posting writing stuff on here - I need to do it for my own sanity.
I am watching The West Wing, which I am newly addicted to. I just absolutely am in love with John Spencer, and Aaron Sorkin is freakin brilliant. Heh, I just said "freakin." I mean, it's my own blog, you would think I wouldn't have to use euphemisms. Guess I'm not all that rebellious...
More soon, and if there isn't you have permission to write me and harass me. I need something!
Happy New Year, thank God!
But let's not talk about it - I don't know if there is anyone out there that is checking this blog, and that's really OK, because 2007 is the year of starting over.
My day job is going well - I've been sick for the past month and a half though with an asthma thing. But I'm getting better. I'm sorry I can't come on here and be ebulient, although I am feeling a lot more chipper than I probably sound.
Bogart is getting better by the way! His scores went down. I have only a few more hours left of my long weekend before it's back to work tomorrow. No days off until May!! I will try to be better about posting writing stuff on here - I need to do it for my own sanity.
I am watching The West Wing, which I am newly addicted to. I just absolutely am in love with John Spencer, and Aaron Sorkin is freakin brilliant. Heh, I just said "freakin." I mean, it's my own blog, you would think I wouldn't have to use euphemisms. Guess I'm not all that rebellious...
More soon, and if there isn't you have permission to write me and harass me. I need something!
Happy New Year, thank God!
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