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| Sunday, November 1st, 2009 | | 11:38 am |
What's with my luck?
If we'd just gotten the hotel room in New Orleans after the wedding, my husband tells me, he'd have had some mechanical concerns -- the ones he didn't want to worry me with -- looked at in New Orleans before we spent two hours driving back on those minor mechanical concerns and blew out the engine. But we didn't get a hotel room because I thought a French Quarter hotel room was unnecessarily expensive when we could just drive home. Just the tow truck that Eventually showed up with the driver admitting he was still half asleep was more expensive than the very expensive hotel room. We haven't even gotten into the issue of fixing the car yet. It was good to see everybody, though. | | Sunday, September 27th, 2009 | | 4:22 pm |
Slightly enheartened now.
I've been reading about Chiune Sugihara. He was pretty awesome. Saved somewhere between 6,000 and 10,000 people in WWII. Found out about him thanks to Kate Beaton's adorable historical comics. Yes, of course I read historical comics. It's me. | | 1:59 pm |
So Judge James Ware of California, on official record as a liar and, in his own way, identity thief but never removed from his lifetime appointment, thinks the best solution when a bank is stupid enough to send sensitive information to the wrong e-mail account -- why the hell wasn't sensitive information kept strictly in company e-mail accounts, by the way -- is to order that the bank get all the innocent recipient's personal information and his account be shut down. Makes me so darn mad, it's ridiculous. | | Thursday, August 13th, 2009 | | 4:53 pm |
| | Monday, August 3rd, 2009 | | 6:50 pm |
My husband, the Mathematics Kid.
So Cody was going on about linear algebra today. He said fairly soon into it that his undergrad linear algebra teacher "didn't teach us crap about linear algebra." After a pause he said. "Well, I'll give him this. I may not have been adequately prepared in linear algebra, but he did teach us about matrices, and about eigen values. But instead of making that just introductory material, he made that all we did." Another pause. "Although, I have to admit, that was drilled in so hard that I'm a lot better at making a matrix my bitch than a lot of people who had much better linear algebra classes. I may have had to learn the actual material myself later, but it was a pretty firm grounding..." Another pause. "Oh god. He taught us to paint the fence and wax the car... "--But he didn't teach you karate." I finished. | | Wednesday, January 14th, 2009 | | 2:17 am |
In Order to Start Trying for a Baby
Goal: Stop the birth control in February of 2010 Prerequisites: 1. The house in a position to be cleaned to meet my mother's standards with only moderate notice, and to have stayed so throughout the month of January. Babies need clean houses. ~~Start with hanging clothes, clearing the table, and sorting through the boxes in the corner, in that order, and work way up. 2. Have done laundry for eight out the past twelve Mondays and dishes for past eight out of twelve Wednesdays and weekends. Babies need a basic lack of slovenliness around. 3. Be on a steady prenatal vitamin regimen and have walked a mile eight out the past twelve weeks. Babies need healthy mommies. 4. Have not cried or raised my voice in anger over anything that did not actually involve someone's life being destroyed more than three times in the past twelve weeks. Babies need parents who can be deliberately calm. ~~Take the damn pills at lunch every day and don't lose them this time. For now. ~~Look into whether pills should be continued with pregnancy. 5. Have not whiled away an entire day, while not physically ill, doing nothing but mess around on the internet more than three times in the past twelve weeks. 6. Have had breakfast, lunch, and supper every day for 300 days of the past year. ~~COOK MORE! Babies do not need parents dependent on fast food and restaurants. 7. Have brushed my hair and brushed my teeth thoroughly daily for 360 days of the past year. Because a: For Pete's Sake, woman. and b: Will make 8 easier. 8. Part-time job, volunteering, whatever: have interacted with people outside the house on a regular schedule during at least October, November and January (December is tricky for Regular Schedules.) Babies need parents who don't feel like massive failures at everything. ~~Just keep calling until a business or nonprofit accepts. Am not cursed. 9. Have babysat an actual baby again, probably Robbie and/or the Hebertlet. Babies need parents who aren't scared they might forget how to hold them right. ~~Start with visiting more in the parents' presence and work way up. 10. Have read five books on pregnancy and parenting. To those reading: Yes, I should already be doing all these things for myself. I know. I'm messed up. I don't expect a baby to fix the messed up. I am going to fix the messed up so I can have a baby. I think Cody and I can be really good parents once I have myself on the right track again. And I want that so badly. I repeat though, this is not an expectation of a baby to fix me. But I think focusing on the goal will help me fix myself. | | 1:18 am |
To hell with this. Do you know what I want? I want a baby. I'm going to quit being messed up so I can get myself a baby. | | Thursday, January 1st, 2009 | | 12:10 am |
All things considered, I will say this for 2008. I am still luckier than most, and I have a great husband. Current Music: Oingo Boingo: Gratitude | | Tuesday, November 25th, 2008 | | 7:18 pm |
Had a real cheering up time this weekend. Great Cowboy Mouth concert. Improved sleep, etc. A prospective employer actually called me back Monday morning. Monday night, this started to take a downturn and today the whole cheered up thing went into full reverse. I've been feeling incredibly melancholic, and the things that normally cheer me up just weren't really panning out. Except, perhaps, for one thing. Said concert? Cowboy Mouth? We bought their latest album that night. Who can resist a line like "I love you for your mind, but I want you for your ass" ? | | Monday, November 10th, 2008 | | 12:23 am |
About five years ago, a couple of people under the mistaken impression that they had a damn clue what was going on called me a racist and did so anonymously, so that I could never inform them of the facts of the situation. This bothers the heck out of me to this day. For the record, it was a real life situation, not an internet situation. Regardless, it should not still bother me, but it does. Dozens of little things that happened far too long ago to matter to reasonable people bother me. I'm just a messed-up kinda girl that way. | | Thursday, November 6th, 2008 | | 5:08 am |
Man's got a point, people
"Don't flatter yourself that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates." Oliver Wendell Holmes A little tact with the people you know won't kill you. Fights don't need to be picked. Points can be made without being Driven Into the Goddamn Ground. | | Sunday, October 12th, 2008 | | 1:19 am |
When you see this, post in your own journal with your favorite quote from The Princess Bride. Preferably not "As you wish" or the Inigo Montoya speech.Hard to pick, so I'll go with the following: "Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got my country's five hundredth anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it. I'm swamped!" In other news, I love my cousins. Especially my vegan, gun-collecting cousins. | | Monday, October 6th, 2008 | | 4:09 pm |
Okay. My mouth was supposed to start getting better after my birthday so I could enjoy the leftover cake more. I had new stuff to treat it with and everything. Unfortunately, this has not worked. So we basically get me eating this delicious cake, and the infected parts of my tongue and lips saying 'Ouch!' and the uninfected parts saying 'Dude. Don't Chocolate-block us here" | | Saturday, October 4th, 2008 | | 1:35 am |
Cody secretly searched every freaking where for an old out of print children's book I was really attached to as a kid and surprised me with it. As it happened, it was the wrong one, but it's a cute book and I totally love the effort he put into finding it. Meanwhile we finally replaced my wedding ring, so I can advertise the one thing these past three years that's really worked out. I also resolve to not be entirely lousy now at being 26. | | Thursday, September 4th, 2008 | | 2:26 pm |
Stopping at netcafe near my parents in Mississippi (got tired after 52 hours without any power). We're fine; they're fine, etc Trying to catch up on some news that isn't related to hurricanes. Mom was critiqing the dress sense of Republican conventioners. Parents' dogs are the most ridiculously cute things ever. Although naming a pair of puppies after late relatives only to find that the one named after the quiet one is quiet and the one named after the frisky one is frisky is kind of...weird. | | Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008 | | 10:02 am |
Venturing out briefly to where there's power (house getting very stifling), wanted to drop a message that we're fine. STill no electricity, but fine. Also, Cody has diagnosed me with Pietro Maximoff Syndrome. Unfortunately he may be right. Thanks for the well-wishes, good luck to everyone else dealing with stuff. | | Sunday, August 31st, 2008 | | 1:36 pm |
Waiting Gustav out, since there's no strongly encouraged evacuations right where we are. I don't live in a flood zone. Apparently, there was an 'I was a lucky kid' Meme going around: ( Read more... ) | | Saturday, August 16th, 2008 | | 11:28 am |
| | Monday, July 28th, 2008 | | 8:02 pm |
Just got home. Fixing the car cost more than $800. We've got it, fortunately, just...sheesh. The kitty had apparently shut herself in the guest room. Since we were unexpectedly gone 28 hours or so,and since she's not stable to begin with, there was much freaking and need for coaxing and all. Today alone, my mother has gotten me to do 5 different treatments of the infection in my mouth (which was real fun when I was lengthily violently ill earlier this week, by the bye). I think they're kind of helping a bit, even if they're all either painful or horrible-tasting. And made me promise to keep doing most of them. I love my parents, and they're great. But when they've got emergencies to focus on, god help anyone else involved. Now, I either really need to crunch down and clean the house......or desperately need to relax, depending on whether you ask the parts of the brain centered on 'logic' and 'shame', or any other part of me. | | Saturday, July 26th, 2008 | | 10:53 pm |
............bad day
A car whose windshield wipers and lights -- including hazard lights, stop working during a thunderstorm...on an interstate bridge....when you've just figured out that if you slow down too much, you're going to need to pull over in a road where that pretty much can't be done. Oh yeah. And the steering's gotten sketchy, too: Scary A car that then, just a couple from the end of the bridge slows down to 15 right in front of you, leaving you stranded on said high-way bridge which barely has a shoulder: PRICELESS! Three and half hours standing in in the rain on the shoulder of the bridge, trying to shout into cellphones over the cars -- each of which comes so fast and so close that each time everything shooks -- and the intermittent thunder, and the fact that my parents (whom I didn't ask my brother to call. I wanted help with the number of another towing service since the two we had from the insurance people didn't answer, and I ended up getting that elsewhere) has even more difficulty paying attention to what I say when they're pointlessly panicking: ..... Well, it results theory of the orchestrated, there-can't-be-this-many-coincidences malevolence of the universe that reaches Zebediah Killgrave proportions. ("I think the writers may have stretched Ben a little OOC, calling Mom" "No, no [Cody explains how that course of action must have made sense]." "No-Prize!") But the fact that the only car that stopped -- as opposed to slow down to obviously laugh and honk, or just honked while still speeding by at frightening rates -- was a concerned <i>drunk driver</i> kind of makes it Priceless again. Tow Truck: $100. A single gust of wind that bent the ribs of the umbrella inside-out and inextricably around each other: ALSO PRICELESS A new Battery: $70 and TWO MORE HOURS messing about with the hood open in front of a closed car dealership before we can go get food. Finding out the problem was actually a single, puny little belt that direct battery and steering and the-engine-not-overheating......and its snapping probably was that noise we thought must have been nothing just after we left Baton Rouge: Yeah kinda priceless again. So...now not only did we not get to show up for our plans for hte evening, but we, our home, and our car are all spending the night in different area codes. Typed from Mom&Dad's house in Mississippi. |
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