31 January 2009

Thanks, Ria!

I'm a Ford Mustang!

You're an American classic -- fast, strong, and bold. You're not snobby or pretentious, but you have what it takes to give anyone a run for their money.

"Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

29 January 2009

Help Delaware (not the state)

As most of you know, my good friend Mish volunteers (and is now officially a board member) at Full Moon Farm, a sanctuary for wolfdogs.

Recently, one of the beauties was taken in for emergency surgency. I don't think Mish will mind my plagiarisation of the article.

"Dr. Beverly Hargus operated on Delaware, with Dr. Herb Justus assisting. Delaware's case was unusual, in that his stomach did not torsion (twist) like most bloat cases. His stomach was filled with so much gas that, when Dr. Hargus made the initial incision, it popped out! His internal organs were compressed by the pressure from the expanded stomach. As Dr. Hargus deflated the stomach, organ color and function returned to normal. After deflation, he was "tubed," with a tube inserted directly into his stomach. Cattle bloat medicine was passed through this tube so it could line his stomach."

The tests and surgery cost $790. Donations to the vet fund can be made:

Online at this website: http://www.fullmoonfarm.org/donations.php
By mail: Full Moon Farm; P.O. Box 1548; Black Mountain, NC 28711-1548

Any donations received in excess of his bill will be put into our Emergency Vet Fund.

26 January 2009

Tri-Lamb Material
74 % Nerd, 43% Geek, 52% Dork

For The Record:
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.

You scored better than half in Nerd and Dork, earning you the coveted title of: Tri-Lamb Material.

The classic, "80's" nerd, you are what most people think of when they think "nerd," largely due to 80's movies like Revenge of the Nerds and TV shows like Head of the Class. You're exceptionally bright and smart, and partly because of that have never quite fit in with your peers or social groups. Perhaps you've realized, or will someday, that it is possible to retain all of the things that you like about being brilliant and still make peace with the social cliques around you. Or maybe you won't--it's really not necessary. As the brothers of Lambda Lambda Lambda discovered, you're fine just the way you are and can take pride in that. I mean, who wants to be like Ogre, right!?


Take The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test at HelloQuizzy

Need creative input

As many of you know, I am a rape/incest survivor.

The night of the rape, I went to the local emergency department. An organisation in KCMO (http://www.hopehouse-ejc.org) donates "care packages" to women in such circumstances. Since my clothes were taken from me and I had an extremely detailed and invasive examination, the package consisted of soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, sweatpants, and a t-shirt.

The first four items were used and discarded, but I still have the sweatpants and t-shirt. At this point, they are torn and tattered, stained, and ripped. I tend to wear them when I'm need of emotional comfort or when I'm ill at home. I absolutely and steadfastly REFUSE to throw them away. However, they are also now in such condition that I really can't continue to justify wearing them, either.

I'm hoping some creative minds out there can put forth suggestions on what I can do with my sweatpants and t-shirt (for instance, my mom transformed a bunch of my hockey t-shirts into a quilt). If it makes a difference, they are both black.

Thank you VERY much for putting your brain power to use for this!

22 January 2009

In which I suffer for fashion

Those who know me know how riduculous that title is. And they're probably laughing their asses right now.


When I
left the house today, I had on socks that I knew were a bit too small for me. I figured they would stretch throughout the day, slapped my shoes on, and went about my day.

By the time I got to work, I noticed that my shoes were eating my socks. I get to my desk, s
lip my shoes off, and yank my socks up. I now notice that my socks are too short from toe-to-heel by about a good inch to an inch and a half. Oops.

I decide to remedy this by YANKING my socks up. I mean, it's materia
l - it'll stretch, right? Well, no, not right. What happens is that my toes get scrunched up by the toe cap being stretched to its limits.

I sit as much as possib
le today because my choices are to walk around with socks that are way too short or keep yanking the socks up making my toes uncomfortable.

Oh, and
let me take this moment to point out that I don't cut my toenails as often as I should. So one of my toes on my right foot is hurting for the nail of the neighbouring toe. So this is factoring into my decision.

I get home. I take off my shoes and socks and prepare to hop in the shower. I
look down and see that the aforementioned toenail has actually cut into the middle toe, and I had blood all over two of my toes.

Go me.

21 January 2009

Inauguration Day

One of my coworkers brought in her portable television so we could watch the pomp and circumstance in the office.

I held it together for the most part. I cheered for Justice Stevens (although I made fun of Biden for calling him "Mr. Justice) and I jeered Chief Justice Roberts, especially when he went and fucked up the oath of office. Dumbass.

I was proud of myself for not bawling like a baby while Obama was sworn in. Although I will admit that I cried when Dubya got into the chopper and flew away. It was such an immense feeling of RELIEF. All I could think of was, "It's over. He's gone. We can get to work on repairing this clusterfuck of a country now."

The only unpleasant part of the whole deal was when Rick Warren was introduced. I made a comment that I still couldn't believe that he was doing the invocation. Coworker 1 asked me who he is. I said, "He's a conservative pastor who is anti-gay rights, pro-life, etc." Coworker 2 said, "He isn't anti-gay rights. He's anti-gay MARRIAGE." I said, "Marriage IS a gay right." Coworker 2 said, "But he isn't against ALL gay rights." I just left it like that; I'm not out at work, and I didn't want to start a big THING.

While I was disgruntled at this statement, my sister (who I called last night since it was her birthday) and I managed to make it pretty funny. As in, "how many gay rights do you have to support for you to call yourself pro-gay rights? Is one enough? Two?" I wondered if it was like a meal plan where you get one entree and two sides - you can support one BIG gay right and two little ones and you're good to go. Then we really got nuts and started in on feminism. You know, like you can be a feminist but against females being educated... so you aren't against all women's right, just SOME of them. *rolls eyes* Anyway, by the time we were done, we were both giggling like crazy.

I also had my first day of Pre-calc last night. I think I'm really going to like this professor. But we'll see how it goes after Day 1. :)

Day o' the Doctors

I took the day off today because I was supposed to have class followed by two doctor appointments. Class was cancelled, but I decided no to go into the work for the morning because that would have meant getting up at 5:00 a.m., getting dressed up in work clothes, going to the office for about 2.5 hours, and then trekking back into the city for my two appointments. I decided that the 2.5 hours of personal day time I'd save wasn't worth all that. So I slept in, got in a morning chat with Mish and Sara, and then went about my day.

Btw, for about half an hour, I thought I was going to have to cancel my appointments since I couldn't find my FSA card, which I thought was in my wallet. Even though I'm not Catholic, I still occassionally pray to him when I need to find something NOW, and I'm happy to say that he came through for me (once again). Handy prayer, that one. For those that aren't in the know: St. Anthony, St. Anthony, please come around; something is lost and cannot be found.

Went to the dentist and got my first fillings EVER. They were just tiny ones in the beginning stages and it was totally not scary! My dentist (Dr. Tran in Philadelphia - she's awesome) explained everything she was doing before she did it, made sure I understood, constantly asked if I was going okay or if I needed a break, and was very cool.

She also did this thing where she lasered off some of my gum in the front of my mouth. This is supposed to make it easier to take care of and keep hygenic. She suggested it, and my insurance said they'd pay for it. So why not. I like how I actually can see my teeth now! And I don't have big, ugly, swollen gum showing when I smile! It feels very weird, but she said it'll heal within a few days.

Then I went to my gyn for my annual. This was my first time seeing this woman, and I really liked her. Friendly, but to the point. Professional, but laid-back. And, unlike my last gyn, she didn't make dumb-ass comments about me "making up my mind" with regard to my being bisexual.

Happy day!

19 January 2009

The Blogspot Virgin

So, obviously, this is my first post on my new blog.

For those of you who know how the hell this works, feel free to drop me a line and give me the advice you wish you'd known when you started your blog here.

And for those of you who are so inclined, grab some popcorn, sit back, and watch me experiment with figuring out wtf I'm doing here.

Speaking of figuring out wtf I'm doing here... I have homework calling my name. So I'll be back later with something a bit more exciting to say... I hope!