Corn-I-cannot-copia

Or, no longer “corn-o-plenty”

I love corn. Straight off the cob or from a can, sweet kernel or cream, I do not care. I love corn products, such as popcorn, corn chips, and wonderful, wonderful corn bread. More than these, I love things made from corn products such as corn syrup. And I can no longer have these things.

You see, I am allergic to corn. Or rather, according to my newly-acquired allergist, I have a sensitivity to corn. This means that, while consuming corn will not cause anaphylaxis for me, it will cause stomach acid to enter my esophagus, which, over time, will irritate it to the point that my esophagus will begin to close…which is what happened in all these years before I discovered I had corn “sensitivity” and why I had to have my esophagus widened a couple of months back.

Now, the good news is that if I cut out all corn products from my diet for the next, say, two years, my body may forget that it has this particular allergy, and I can go back to eating corn. Maybe. The bad news is that it’s hard to find products that don’t have corn, corn syrup, or corn starch (shoot, even most baking powder is made with corn starch). I will now be spending most of my grocery money at Whole Foods, where I’ve managed to find a number of things that I can eat and that don’t also require me to spend much time in the kitchen.

I guess I should pick up with yoga again; then I can really be one of those Whole Foods people.

There are only so many places it could be.

And yet I cannot find the cord to my "fauxpod" knock-off MP3 player. Where is it?

I mean, seriously, y'all.

There are only so many places it could be.


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Dear JLR,

I saw this, and I thought of you.




Sincerely,
impatientbee





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Dear coffee,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...or at least the number of times I've mentioned you on my blog (with apologies for any repeats).

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Adoringly, affectionately, and forever,
jlr

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Picture me waving my fist at the computer

Are you picturing it? 'Cause I am definitely shaking my fist at the computer.

Can't. write. paper.

It's just a measly three-page paper. Three pages, folks. Three.

And yet.

Oh, sure, I have four pages typed already, but they don't say anything. And don't tell me it's because pages can't talk. You know what I mean.

What is it about this particular topic that makes it so hard to write? Developers and planners working together to reach a goal, specifically the building of low-income housing. I picked the topic. You'd think I'd be able to write about it. But no. I have, essentially, eight really long paragraphs that repeat themselves. They go something like this:

Planners and developers should work together. Planners can help developers, and developers can help planners. They each have resources the other needs. They should really work together. Maybe planners could, like, be a part of the development team or something. They could, you know, identify needs. And sites. And provide funding. Maybe? And developers can provide ideas and the rest of the funding and actually build the thing. It could work, you know? Planners and developers should really work together. Oh, but there might be some obstacles. Look out for those. And work together. Go Team!

Le sigh.

Hoping your evening is going better than mine is,
The Management
(tee hee...saying that made me think of Amstaff)



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Incident report, 7-7-07

1. While at Deals' house this weekend, I very carefully poured out a glass of Dr. Pepper for myself, sipping it down to keep it from spilling over...and then proceeded to miss my glass entirely while trying to pour out the rest of the can into my glass.

2. Dropped a bit of queso on the floor (but I cleaned it up Deals, I promise).

3. Overhead highly-medicated Deals say something about "wearing her face" (as in, she explained something to me with, "Maybe it's because I'm wearing my face.")

Incident Report, 7-5-07

1. Spilled water bottle in book bag on my way to the first day of summer class.
2. Found four mystery bruises on my left knee.
3. Butter stain on my right jeans leg.
4. Gabby threw up on JLR's bed. Although this didn't happen to me, it's certainly worth reporting.
5. Was running late for first day of class; didn't have time to wash the long-time-in-traffic sweat off of me, so applied perfume in what I know is always a futile attempt to cover up sweat smell; couldn't smell the perfume on me while driving to class so applied more; several minutes later remembered that, due to my poor sense of smell, I probably wouldn't have been able to smell the perfume unless I'd bathed in it; felt sorry for the classmate who had to sit next to me. This classmate has since dropped the class. I wonder if it's because of me.


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Because the cough continues...

Today, Deals said to me while we were at Jamba Juice:

"I'm getting an immunity boost because I've been spending time with you."

She said this with a look on her face that was a lovely combination of sneering, suspicion, and disgust. It was a work of art. I couldn't help but be amused.

I was reminded of the sick people at work who used to be insulted when I used alcohol wipes to clean handrails and doorknobs they'd touched. Hey, I was just looking out for my health. And Deals was clearly doing the same today. Way to go, Deals. Way to be like one of the family. Hee hee. Hee hee hee hee.

Coughing, Day 6

This is the 6th day of my coughing all day due to what the doctor attributed to allergies when I went to see her last Friday.

Tomorrow, I get to go the doctor again, if the coughing has not miraculously subsided. Because the medicine bottle says I should.
"Stop use and ask a doctor if: cough lasts more than 7 days, comes back, or is accompanied by fever, rash, or persistent headache. These could be signs of a serious infection." Tomorrow will technically only be after 6 days, but I say "close enough." Also, what if it isn't accompanied by fever, rash, or persistent headache but is accompanied by a couple of hives or vomiting? The hives were on Sunday. The vomiting is today. Yea.

To be fair to my body or ailment or whatever, I do believe the vomiting is totally unrelated to the coughing. I am taking this moment of feeling better to post something. Sorry it isn't more cheerful.

Let's see. Something cheerful. Hmm. Well, it could be worse. I could be Deals and be part of a jury for a criminal case right now.

I had some incidents to report, but I've forgotten them now. I believe they mainly involved the usual dropping of things and running into doorways.



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Incident Report, Week of June...whatever week this is, 2007

1. Spilled black beans on pants
2. Mystery stains (foreign deposits) on shirt and neck (of all places)
3. Due to lack of caffeine to keep me alert on Tuesday, asked co-worker if that day "[was] a day of the week"
4. Scared Gypsy and Haskell by sharpening a pencil in my automatic pencil sharpener
5. Accidentally set off Deals' home alarm system when I left her house. Police came.

Why I Love Dogs

Picked up Deals' dogs from the Pet Hotel today. Nothing like getting a hero's welcome from two adorable, lovable dogs to make one feel like a very special person. I'm just sorry JLR had to ride with Gypsy in her lap. But, hey, JLR, at least you got a free bath out of it, right?

:)


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On the topic of "When is RR going to take the time to update her blog?"...

Yes, that's right; long time, no blog.

I don't have access to a computer at my internship, so no opportunity to update during my lunch break. At night, JLR has been working on a project for the local bar association (at least, I think that's who it's for), and, yes, I'm just lazy. That's probably the main reason for keeping y'all in the dark.

But, on the other hand (most people have five more fingers), impatientchicken has been a-bloggin' away. So if you need something to read, go to her page. It is so choice. If you have the time, I highly recommend reading it.

As to incident reports, nothing major lately, although I did have a run of days in which I spilled coffee on myself every single day. Also, at work there's a huge column right behind my desk. It's between me and the coffee maker. Odds are good that I won't make it through the summer without running into it at least once (I've already had several near misses).



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Happy Birthday Wishes

Happy Birthday, Yuko Maekawa (who I haven't seen in so long that I forgot how to spell your last name)!

Happy Birthday, Amy Park!

Happy Birthday, Gypsy Kitty!

Help?

Folks, if any of you are handy with VBA, especially as (but not limited to) it pertains to GIS, could you help me out with my program?

(And, Deals, don't feel bad. It's not your fault that I centered my project around you. I could have done something easier.)

It's the End of the Semester, and I'll Cry If I Want To...

...but not because I'm sorry it's almost over.

Folks, do you remember--no, of course, you don't; I didn't post about it. Well, then, then let me tell you. At the start of the semester, I was excited about learning VBA (Visual Basic for Applications). I no longer am. That should tell you how my semester is going.

The Finals, They Are Approaching

The Finals, they are a-kickin' my behind.

If you don't hear from me for a while, that's why.





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Incident Report, 4-13-07

A collection of incidents from 4-7 through 4-12

1. Banged leg on hair dryer, which was protruding from shelf
2. Tripped on rug
3. Banged leg on hair dryer
4. Scraped hand on wooden tp dispenser
5. Noticed scratch on right thigh from unknown source
6. Banged leg on hair dryer (finally moved said hair dryer)
7. Hit self in face with hanger
8. When opening yogurt container, spewed yogurt on face, neck, and hair
[note that items 2, 4, 5, 6, 6 and 7 occurred in one hour's time]

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A Reminder to Myself on Easter

(From TobyMac)

Whatever happened to a passion I could live for
What became of the flame that made me feel more
And when did I forget that...

I was made to love you
I was made to find you
I was made just for you
Made to adore you
I was made to love
And be loved by you

You were here before me

You were waiting on me

And you said you'd keep me

Never would you leave me

I was made to love
and be loved by you

Yahoo Messenger Pet Peeve

Dear Acquaintance Who Shall Remain Nameless,

Okay, look. If you didn't want me to be on your messenger list, why did you ask me if I wanted to be on it? I considered it, thought "Sure, why not?" and have been waiting to be added to your list ever since.

I'm removing you from my list.
So there.




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Note to Self

When one vacuums without wearing one's glasses, one is apt to miss things. Ick.





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Lunch today

Oh, zee pasta, eet was good.
Oh, zee breath, eet ees bad.

A Bit More about Wally

Given name: Walis Olivia
Nicknames: Wally; Wally Olly; Wally Oliphant; Mr. Bun; Mr. Pitman; the Purring Mantis; Mr. Whiskers; Mr. Mooster; Woogie; Muffin; Pumpkin; Moo shu.

They Make Me Happy

Hee hee. Hee hee hee hee.

Dear Blogger,

I do not like you. I do not like being forced to switch to the new, "improved" blogger. I'd break up with you, but then you might not let me have all my posts.

Signed,
RR

I need a new word because "Crackjass" isn't strong enough

Amy is a small person. I don't what she may have said, and I don't care, because no matter what she may (or may not) have said, she did not deserve this.

For Hils and JLR: a Challenge

See if you can make the following poorly-written sentence even worse:

"The equity planning paradigm is an off-shoot, or 'spin-off,' if you will, of the advocacy planning paradigm that began in the 1960s after Paul Davidoff wrote an article about the paradigm (advocacy planning, that is)."




Good luck, ladies.

Who Really Runs This Household?

A little while ago, I sat down in my desk chair so that I could warm up the jeans I wanted to wear today. (Yes, during the winter months, I sit on my jeans before putting them on so that when I do put them on, they're nice and warm). Gabby, my cat, jumped up in my lap. When I decided the jeans should be sufficiently heated, I tried to get up, and Gabby yelled at me. She then moved over to stand on the part of my jeans that were sticking out to one side of me. I tried to grab the jeans and stand in one swift motion while she was temporarily out of my lap, but then she yelled at me again and jumped back on my lap.

So here I sit.

I need to go to the post office.



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Now You Know Something Else About Me

Sitting here listening to a Glenn Miller album has prompted me to share a life dream with you. It’s the kind of dream that you might mock, one that comes from being raised on old movies, but I don’t care. I’m going to share it anyway.

I have long wanted to be a member of a dance troupe that performs for the troops at USO’s and at other locations. I’m talking the kind of dancing you see in “Singing in the Rain,” “Good News,” “Lady of Burlesque” (minus the stripping, more the opening number and not so much the others) and all those other musicals I watched and loved as a kid.

“But, rr,” you say, “the troops don’t like that kind of thing now-a-days. It’s too old-fashioned. And moreover, you can’t dance.”

You’re right, and I don’t care. A girl can dream, can’t she?

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Incident report, Week of Jan. 21, 2007 (so far)

1. Burned hand while making caramel frosting for Dad's birthday cake.
2. Two paper cuts.
3. Stepped on cat, who is now afraid of me.
4. Knocked water bottle and cat's medicine bottle off the counter.
5. While doing a Pilates balancing move, fell over. ("Mrow? inquired Gabby. "I'm okay," I told her.)
6. Knocked trash can against wall while trying to do another balancing move.
7. Nicked leg whilst shaving.


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Incident Report, Week of January 7, 2006

1. While pulling up bed covers, punched self in face.
2. While putting away the dishes, accidentally stepped into an empty Clementine box, stumbled forward, and set down clean spatula into my water glass, instead of into the spatula holder.
3. Tried to "crinkle" plastic bottle before putting it in recycling bin, but it uncrinkled itself and leapt out of my hand.
4. Knocked medication bottle off of nightstand.
5. While trying to hit snooze, swept alarm clock off of nightstand.
6. Knocked laptop computer into JLR's toes (laptop was propped up on her bed).

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A Pleasant Discovery

I don't think it will be a surprise to anyone that this has been added to my wish list.








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I Love McGarrett

I’m watching Hawaii Five-O, and I’m pretty sure I just heard McGarrett answer the phone with “Yello.”

When I have my own business one day, I'd better not catch one of my employees listing this as a "business expense".

The topless bar I pass on the way home from my parents’ house has wireless Internet. Good to know there’s a place where businessmen can mix business and pleasure during the lunch hour. Yeah.

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Happy Monday, Everyone!

Maybe the phone company can fix my phone today. We'll see. They didn't fix it last week when I submitted a trouble report. They seem to think my phone is off the hook. Well, Phone Company, I have checked, re-checked, and re-checked my phones, and they are all hung up appropriately. Sheesh.






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Am I Thin Yet?

Does this even happen to you? Yesterday, I exercised and I ate right (for me). I immediately expected to be thinner. Alas, if only it really worked that way.








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Does This Seem Weird to You?

I was recently tagged by Deals, and now I’m supposed to list six weird things about myself and then tag six other people. Reading over other posts in response to this tag, I realized that I don’t define weird the same way some other people do. I adhere to definitions such as those posted on Merriam-Webster online, which are as follows:

“1 : of, relating to, or caused by witchcraft or the supernatural : MAGICAL
2 : of strange or extraordinary character : ODD, FANTASTIC”

Think of the Weird Sisters in Macbeth. Granted, they represented the Fates, but they are also, by modern standards, weird. More than strange, they are just plain weird.

I can’t think of six weird things about me. Six things that may seem strange (as in foreign) to others, but not six weird things.

I’ve given this topic some thought, and the only thing I could come up with is the fact that I tend deliberately to pronounce words incorrectly or strangely. This isn’t just me, though; several members of my family are like this. For example, instead of “mug” (as in coffee mug), earlier today I referred that object as a “muggy-muggy-mug.” We call sugar “ragus,” which is sugar spelled backwards (Dad came up with that). Knife is pronounced “kuh-niff.” Garage is “guh-rah-guh.”

Even the above isn’t exactly weird, and if I could think of six weird things about myself, I’m not sure I would post them on the Internet. Weirdness tends to be frowned upon.

I don't have freakishly long fingers or toes, I don't sleep with two stuffed animals (just the one), and I'm not afraid of donuts. So that's it. I’m sure there’s something, but can’t think of what it is. Sorry, folks.

Also, I’m not going to tag anyone else. For one thing, I don’t think I know six people in blogland who haven’t already done this. For another, I agree with JLR that tags are like the chain letters of blogland (“You must tag six people or something horrible will happen to your blog in six days!”). Some people like to be tagged, but as much as I like to talk about myself, when it comes to tags I have Eeyore-like feelings ("Nobody wants to read this stuff about me.")

Some people like to be tagged, but since I don’t know which of you do, I’m going to say that if you weren’t tagged by Deals, and if you’re a regular reader of my blog (you know who you are, all four of you), and if you don’t mind doing this, consider yourself tagged.

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Last Final Exam of the Semester Was Tonight

Igh.





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Two Down, One to Go

First of all, let me just say that baby, it’s cold outside. I know, I know, it isn’t Canadian Tundra-level cold, but for here, it’s cold.

Moving on, today I turned in my first grad school term paper. Frankly, I don’t think it was even up to my undergraduate standards, but at least I didn’t put it off to the very last minute, unlike when I was an undergrad. Each of us was also supposed to do a five-minute presentation about our papers, but thanks to the slow ramblings of several of my classmates, we only had to do a one-minute summary. Hurray!

This means that three of my classes are now officially over (there was no final in my Plan Implementation class).

Next Tuesday: the final I’m told that everyone fails, for the class in which I am, yes, that’s right, 14 chapters behind.

Incident Reports

In case any of you were wondering, "Hey, what's-a-matter no incident reports lately?" I will tell you that I have been remarkably unclumsy lately. This is only because I have been spending most of my time seated, studying for exams. I should add that the cord for my Internet connection runs across my room in front of my door, and I trip on it almost on a daily basis. At least I've finally reached the point where I don't trip on it every single time I leave my room. Also, I was eating Pringles yesterday while Wally sat in my lap, and after a while I looked down to pet him and discovered that he had a nice little display of Pringles crumbs on him. Poor little guy.




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Exams

I was going to complain about the statistics exam I have to take this afternoon, but then I read AmStaff Mom's post, so...never mind.



Good luck (not that you'll need it!) and God bless you, AM!

Ah, Popcorn. I Love It, Yet It Hurts Me So.

I love popcorn, but oh, the salty lips problem! My lips are so very chapped right now. I spent the past five minutes chewing on my bottom lip. Of course, it I weren't so lazy, I'd just go get chapstick.

do u wake up tired?

This is the subject line of a spam message I got today...from myself. It's a bit disconcerting to see spam sent to me from me that I didn't want and certainly didn't send.

Incident Report, 11/1/06

1. Sat on JLR's bed to give her a hug good night, and I somehow shifted the boxsprings so that they almost fell off the rails [picture the alarmed look on her face]. While we were trying to fix it,...
2. Wally decided to help fix the box springs and got a claw stuck. As I was trying to free him, he yanked his claw away, and the unexpectedness of it caused me to (accidentally) swing my hand up, so that I...
3. Smacked JLR upside the head.

It was at this point when JLR said, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."



Sigh.

Incident Report, 10.17.06

1. Found someone else's fingernail clipping on the mousepad I was using in the computer lab
2. In public bathroom, sat on damp toilet seat (curse that dim lighting!)
3. Stepped on cat vomit in apartment (barefoot)
4. Had first midterm exam today; have nervous stomach and am unable to eat the yummy ice cream in the freezer (which I guess isn't a bad thing, considering the weight I've put on in the past year). (Technically, this isn't an "incident," but I'm including it anyway. It's my blog.)

Billy, Call Your Grandmother

and give her your correct phone number, man.

Yo-Ho, It's Finally Here!!!

Don't forget to talk like a pirate today, mates!

Arrgh You Ready?

It's Almost Talk Like a Pirate Day again!

My pirate name is:

Captain Ethel Kidd

Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.

Grumble grumble, and I mean it this time

I hate moving. I'm still unpacking, and I've already run out of space to put things. I haven't finished moving stuff from the old apartment. I spent all day yesterday doing laundry, and I still haven't finished because packing, etc., took up so much of my time before the move that I didn't have time to do laundry. My student loans haven't come in yet, and I am b.r.o.k.e. School starts soon, and it looks like I'll be spending the rest of my free time until then running errands, packing, unpacking, cleaning, and painting.

So much for vacation.

On the bright side, because I don't want my four readers to think I do nothing but complain, I will add that one of our new neighbors is moving and was able to make use of some of our leftover boxes.

Why Is It Foggy in Here?

How is the packing going? Well, suffice to say that JLR is sweating, and you know how she feels about that.

And despite my previous statement being sufficient to describe the situation, I'll go on to add that I've discovered that we have more than 20 boxes worth of stuff from the kitchen (which I am still not finished packing), including five baking dishes of various sizes (this despite the fact that I do not cook), and we are moving into a townhome with the tiniest kitchen I have ever had.

In other news, JLR and I are attempting to "windows wash" an old PC that we are giving away. It's been washing away for the past 9 hours, and it's only 19% done. We're moving in 36 hours. What are the odds that the wash will be done by then?

JLR just said something to me, and even though I heard sounds coming out of her mouth, I have no idea what she said.

Please note that I have not proof-read this post.

[update: JLR just came in saying, "Okay, what do you think of this plan...?"]

I Hate Packing

I hate it so much...


Amstaff Mom, you can finish the rest.

Grumble grumble, but not

First I would like to say thanks to Deals for her sweet post today. Deals, I was actually thinking of inviting myself over to watch Newsies.

JLR is taking the bar exam this week, and my parents just happen to be out of town on business during the same three days. I’m staying with JLR in her hotel room (across the street from the testing center, so that she can’t possibly get stuck in traffic and be late for the exam), but our kitties still need daily attention, so my schedule this is week is as follows. Get up in time to make sure that JLR gets up in time for her exam, leave the hotel at approximately 7:30/8:00 and drive the 23 miles to my apartment to feed our cats, empty their litter boxes, and give Wally (the needy cat) some petting time. (Also, I will be packing up our belongings for about an hour each day, as we plan to move next month, and we have almost nothing packed.) Then drive the 23 miles to my parents’ house to let their dog out and water their plants. Then drive the 9 miles to the hotel to check on JLR. My brother was supposed to take care of my parents’ dog in the afternoon, but now he has to work on Thursday, and tonight he is going to a baseball game and won’t get back to our parents’ house until late. So would I mind going back to our parents’ house in the evenings, sitting around for a while, and then driving back to the hotel (an extra 18 miles of driving each day)?

Aaarrrgh!

As I was driving around this morning, I was grumbling to myself about the burdens that were being heaped upon me, one right after the other. I might even have muttered a comment or two about how hard it is to have faith when things keep getting worse. Then, gently, the Lord reminded me about the much greater burdens resting on the backs of those He is asking me to serve. And I remember how faithful He has always been to me, rescuing me from illness, financial problems, and I-don’t-know-how-many painful situations, giving me hope at times when things seemed rather hopeless.

My parents have elderly parents who need care and siblings who won’t help with caring for them. They have jobs at companies that have made large pay cuts for their employees in efforts to stay afloat financially, which means my parents have found their financial situation somewhat worse than they had planned. They have to go out of town for work, and they have all these plants that they’ve worked hard to raise, and they really need someone to take care of them. And by golly, they love that dog, and so do I. They really, really want to make sure she’s well cared for, so shouldn’t they ask me—as a favor—to check on her? They don’t think she’d do well at a kennel, and let’s face it, it would be better if they didn’t spend the money on boarding her, so they have to ask for help.

My brother has had one emotional setback after another for the past, oh, I don’t know, twelve years, and he’s had many a financial problem, too. Now he had to work longer hours than expected on Thursday, so shouldn’t I help him with the dog to make sure that he doesn’t lose his job? And yes, he should have made other arrangements for the baseball game tonight, but he’s under so much stress, it’s not too much to ask that he get a night off.

As for JLR, well, taking the bar is so much more burdensome than taking care of someone who’s taking the bar. I can only imagine how exhausting it must be, especially knowing that if she doesn’t pass, she’ll have trouble finding a job, and if she can’t find a job, she won’t be able to pay off her mortgage-sized student loans.

When I thought about it, I realized that this is simply an opportunity to strengthen my faith, to exercise my faith muscles, if you’ll pardon the analogy (is that an analogy?). After all, if only good things ever happened to us, why would we ever need faith? How could we ever learn to trust Jesus?

So I thank you, Lord, for giving me this gift. And, um, would you mind doing something about the insect buzzing in the window near my head?

Let the Blames Begin!

Yesterday was my last day at work. I'll be going back to school full-time in the fall, and since I'd need to quit my job anyway (they haven't heard of the 40-hour work week...or at least not for peons), I thought I might as well quit before JLR takes the bar. That way I can be available to take care of her.

So now that I'm gone, the customary blaming-of-mistakes-on-the-person-who-isn't-there-to-deny-the-charges will commence.

Another co-worker left just a few weeks ago, and there was much blaming. When something wasn't working, he was accused (in absentia) of having sabotaged the system! I can't wait to hear what they're going to say about me.

A Few Words about The Runt

It has occurred to me that I often seem to be correcting something the Lazy Gnome has said or disagreeing with something she has said. For the record, then, I would like to say that my interactions with the Lazy Gnome have always been pleasant (although that might be because I've only seen her when she's sober), and I very much appreciate her efforts to include me in conversations when we're in a room together.

I thought about posting an incident report, but nothing that has happened to me lately compares with Lia's day yesterday, so I'll just point you (yes, all four of you, Readers) to her blog.







Yeesh.

Could be glue, could be snot

There is an unidentified substance on one of the keypads at work. I know one of the repairmen has been working with glue today, so it's possible that the substance is ick-free...but then again, it might not be glue.

Ich habe hunger.

J’ai faim.

Tengo hambre.

Or, as they say at babbelfish when one translates the phrase from English to Spanish to Russian to French and back to English, Me Starved.

Deals Has Skills

Deals made the coffee this morning. It is strong-o. I have the shakes, but it was gooooooood coffee.

Happy Independence Day!

You may have been, but apparently they weren't

(See post from June 9)

Why did we have to be in the Group of Death?

Are you ready?

Southern, Southwestern, and Portions of the Eastern United States Living

Delaware is not a part of the South. It just isn’t. Yes, it's next to Maryland. It's also next to New Jersey. Ask anyone who’s actually from the South, and they’ll tell you that they would not consider Delaware as being a part of the South.

With some clever reasoning, a state such as Texas could just get in by a stretch, and that’s only because it’s a) immediately adjacent to the South, b) actually in the southern half of the United States, geographically speaking, and c) was settled by many Southerners, who brought their culture and ways of life with them (although there are some Southerners who would tell you that no way is Texas a part of the South). And if you want to use the Civil War definition, Texas was a part of the Confederacy. Delaware, however…no.

So why does information about Delaware keep showing up in Southern Living magazine?

Thirteen minutes 'til brownies. Hee hee.

Deals Returns Today

Yea!

Sleeeepyyyyy. L.e.a.n.i.n.g.s.i.d.e.w.a.y.s

My head is experiencing a gravitational pull towards the counter.

For Amstaff Mom: A Clue-like Moment

Deals and I were at her grandparents’ old house (“old” as in both “former” and “been around since the 1920s”). No one has lived there for about a year, and there’s no electricity. That was okay, though, because we had plenty of sunlight from the windows for what we were doing, which was cleaning out some of the closets. There was a problem, however, when we decided to tackle one of the upstairs closets. It was deep, of the walk-in variety. There was no window or skylight to illuminate the back end, and we needed to go to the back to see what was there.

“I know,” I said, and pulled out my keychain light. I turned it on, and the beam emitting from it wasn’t nearly as bright as I had thought it would be. Not good. Then Deals got all clever.

“You go first,” she said, nudging me forward in to the closet. “I’ll be right behind you.”

‘Now where have I heard that before?’ I thought. ‘Oh, right.’ And I immediately thought of Clue. And Amstaff Mom. And I didn’t want to go in to the closet.

Incident Report -- Trip to New York, 4/19 - 4/24/06

1. Spilled rotel on Hils' kitchen countertop and in her pantry

2. Kicked the back of my mom's feet

3. Kicked the back of my mom's co-worker's feet

4. Kicked the back of JLR's feet

5. Kicked the back of Hils' feet

6. Ran in to and ricocheted off of JLR on several occasions.

7. Fainted.

Incident report, 4/17/06 - 4/18/06

1. Foot bitten by unknown insect. Foot swollen for two days.
2. Swarming of something in my bedroom.
3. Got stuck in elevator at work. GOT STUCK IN ELEVATOR AT WORK.
4. More swarming of some type of insect in my bedroom.

I would like to add that, contrary to what Deals (who wasn't there) would have you believe, I did not keep saying "I have to pee" over and over again whilst stuck in the elevator. I simply voiced a concern that, due to the amount of beverage I had consumed that morning, I would probably need to use the facilities if we were stuck in the elevator for long enough.

Get Down

My sister's laptop is missing the down arrow key. My sister's laptop--which I used to prefer using to my old hand-me-down desktop computer--now has a major typing defect. There I am, typing a web address in to the browser, and below the address line thing (whatever it's called), pops up the address of the website I would like to visit. "Yea!" I think. "I don't have to type the whole address--oh, no, wait. Yes I do."


Sure, I could use the shortcut, if I could just press the down key. There's the shortcut, taunting me, mocking me. Inaccessible.

Bother.

Unfortunately, JLR doesn't seem overly concerned about it.

Incident report, 4-14-06

1. Kicked cart at grocery store.
2. Kicked cart again at grocery store.
3. Kicked table at optometrist's office. [Stupid...big...feet.]
4. Banged knee on table at optometrist's office.
5. Banged elbow on something. I don't remember what.

Sigh.

Um...Incident Report, 3-30-2006

So Deals and I went on a bike ride tonight around the lake. It was fun. Except for when I ran in to the wall...but even that was funny.

It started with Deals having to lower the seat for me on the bike I was borrowing from her sister. Yes, her sister is shorter than me, and I still needed the seat lowered. Y'all, my feet could not touch the ground when I was on the seat. It needed to be lowered. My feet are my secondary bicycle braking system, and they're my primary bicycle braking system when I panic...which is often.

So we're going along fine except for those few times when I wobbled dangerously while attempting to brush hair off my face, or stand and bike at the same time, or go up a steep hill. Didn't fall though, which is what I was really afraid it would happen. After all, it's been about 10 to 15 years since I've ridden a bike. You know what they say about riding a bike? Not true. Oh, sure, you can still manage the balancing part, but not very well. It's like you can always remember how to ride, but if it's been too long between rides, every time you try it again, it's like when you just learned to ride.

Anyhow, we go over a bridge. It's neat. Picturesque. I can see up ahead that there's a turn. One can go left, right, or straight on in to the lake. Or rather, one would go in to the lake, except that there's a wall there. It's sort of a wall/gate mixture. I can't tell which way Deals is going to turn because Deals doesn't signal, not that I can blame her for that. At one point during the ride, I lifted my left arm off the handle bars to signal a turn and did that previously-mentioned dangerous wobbling and decided I wasn't going to risk signaling anymore. The people behind me could just take a wild guess. Which is what I was doing with Deals. 'Will she go left? Will she go right? Ah, she's going right. It's kind of a steep right. Hmm. If I turn at the speed I'm going, I will definitely fall over. Maybe I can slow down enough to come to a complete stop while missing the turn, then turn, and--nope, nope, I'm going to run in to the wall. Yep, I ran in to the wall.'

I am happy to say that the bike took most of the impact of the crash. I had a couple of scrapes on my leg, and that's it. Of course, the chain came off the bike. Deals informs me that, at this point, we are at the farthest point of the ride. Great. So she calls the Boy Toy to come pick us up while I grab a stick and try to get the chain to go back on. Yes, a stick. I don't know anything about bikes--not even how to shift the gears--and my hands were getting all kinds of greasy from the little bit I did handle the chain. The Boy Toy was at the pet food store, but he said he'd come get us. I was bummed because I really wanted to finish the ride. Then Deals merely touches the chain and it goes back on. So I felt kind of silly, yet happy at the same time, because we were able to finish the ride.

At one point the wind was blowing so hard that I. thought. I. was. not. going. to. be. able. to. make. it. I thought of that line from The Lady Eve, "They would've had to bury me at sea." Only "at lake," instead of at sea.

We finally get almost to the end when I see a rather alarming sign that reads:
HIDDEN AND STEEP CURVE AHEAD. REDUCE SPEED.

Um. Y'all know I have a problem with steep curves. I was a tad bit nervous. However, if you were looking for another incident here, you're going to be disappointed because there wasn't one. Well, except for when the Boy Toy was waiting for us at the end, and his dog wrapped its leash around Deals' legs, and she fell over. And then there wasn't much room in his vehicle after we put the bikes in it, so Deals and I had to share the front seat. With our bike helmets on, in case our heads knocked together.

Incident Report, 3-28-2006

Incident report: a compilation of recent events

1. Banged hand on car door frame

2. Fell in to car when car door swung in unexpectedly as I tried to exit the vehicle

3. Stubbed toe on portable heater

4. Knocked brush attachment off of vacuum

5. Accidentally unplugged vacuum while still using said vacuum

6. Forgot to turn off vacuum before plugging it back in

At least at this point, I’d rather deal with my regular incidents than face the ones our intern has been dealing with. In the past two weeks, she has fractured her ankle, fractured her sternum, and had a window fall on her nose. Don’t ask.

My. Hair. Is. Attacking. Me.

That's a Mistake I Should Have Learned to Avoid By Now

With lunch today I drank a cup of coffee, a cup of tea, and a cup of water. This means, basically, that I will get no work done this afternoon because I will spend all of my time in the bathroom.

The Magic Eraser

Do y'all remember last August when I posted about my dadgum bathtub, and how it always looks like a thousand different dirty feet have stood in it? I scrubbed, and I scrubbed, and I never could get it to look clean. This was a bit disconcerting, as it was that way when I moved in to my apartment, so I don't know whose feet made those stains.

Well, this weekend, I tried using the Magic Eraser on it, and you know what? It worked! I'm not saying the tub's now a perfect white, but it is much, much better. Thanks, Mr. Clean!

For Amstaff Mom

Half-eaten food: breakfast at Denny's with Dad. On the plate you will see: sausage (ate the bacon), remnants of Belgian waffle, remnants of pancakes, and remnants of hash browns (actually on plate to the side). Also a few remaining bites of egg (to the left of the sausage).

A Conversation Overheard This Weekend

Deals. and I were staying at a hotel in Austin because we were due to speak at a conference the next day (and that's another story). Her aunt and uncle dropped us off. Before I go any further with this story, I should tell you that D. has Snoopy as the wallpaper on her cell phone. In a minute, you'll see why I'm telling you this.

To continue, we went out to dinner with a friend of her Aunt A. and Uncle B. I was wearing jeans and a polo-type shirt. Not dressed up. I thought we were going to meet FODAU (Friend of Dealey's Aunt & Uncle) at the restaurant, but, no, we're picking her up, and I end up sitting next to her, which means that the shy person (me) is going to have to make polite conversation with a stranger. I find myself praying that it's going to be a short drive. About half a block from the restaurant, Aunt A. or Uncle B.--I forget which--asks D. if she's ever been to this restaurant before. She says that she hasn't, and FODAU says, "It's a private club."

My immediate reaction is the very uncouth, "Crap! I'm not dressed for a private club!" This was said in my head, by the way, and not aloud. In the words of Television Without Pity, Un!Comfortable!

Later, Aunt A. and Uncle B. drop us off at our hotel. We check in to our room and begin the getting-ready-for-bed process when D. realizes she's left her cell phone with her family. She finally manages to call Aunt A. on her cell phone and tells hers that if she needs to reach us, she can call my cell phone. Since Aunt A. isn't able, at the moment, to write down my cell phone number, Deals tell her that she can use her (Deals') phone, as my cell phone number is programmed in to said phone.

"Just press four-six-Send," she says. And that's when the fun starts.

"Four-six-send...send...it's the little green button....the green button...okay, let's start over. Close the phone and open it again...Do you see Snoopy? Okay, now press four-six-send...send...Go back to Snoopy...Go back to Snoopy...It's four-six-send...Oh, I know. Here, go back to Snoopy...Now, press four and hold down the six...just hold down the six....Go back to Snoopy...Now, press four and hold down the six...No, no, don't turn around! Don't come back! Just press four-six...Okay." She breaks off and turns to me. "[RR], what's your cell phone number?"

U.S. Olympic Giant Washer Count, 2/20/06

Gold Giant Washers: 7
Silver Giant Washers: 5
Bronze Giant Washers: 3

Total: 15

Absolute Power Quote of the Week, 2/19/06

"Martin, you made this bed. Prepare to eat it."

Dadgummit

JLR got that dadgum Hollaback Girl song stuck in my head the other day. We both realize that the song is not one to be recorded in the annals of Great Songwriting, and neither of us actually like the song, but it nonetheless gets stuck in our heads from time to time...usually because one of us inflicts it upon the other.

The reason for this post is to point out (to those of you who haven't already seen it) Greg Stacy's hi-larious explanation of the lyrics for "Hollaback Girl." Thanks to Mr. Stacy, instead of cringing, I now smile whenever I hear the song.

I'm Awake, I'm Awake, I'm Awake, I'm Awa--snzzzzz......

Deals is out today, making me feel a bit like the Little Red Hen.

("Who’s going to help me make the coffee? Who’s going to help me drink the coffee?")

Sigh.

Lunch today, and Wheeeee!!

Had a Murderous Mocha at lunch (the coffee shop/restaurant's name for it, not mine), mmmmmm, plus onions in my black eyed peas, so bad breath, too much caffeine, got the shakes, but oh, my, I'm productive. (AM, think "my, this soup's delicious," 'cause that's how I'm thinking it in my head).

And yes, the above side note to AM is a "shout out" to Have Suitcase...Will Travel. Come to think of it, why am I using the term "shout out"? Hmm, perhaps fodder for another post.

Back to work! You're not getting paid to believe in the power of your dreams!


(And that, my friends, is a shout out to Despair, Inc.)

A Question to Ponder

Why are the vowel-sounds in "flood" and "food" pronounced differently?

Perhaps a word historian can answer that for me. Is it because they have different etymologies?

The Not Good Day

I don't know how it is at your job, but not too long after I started at mine, a "reign of terror" began, and it wasn't uncommon to come to work only to find that yet another co-worker had been booted out the door for no good reason. It was the same at my sister's job, worse actually. Her boss believed that it was good policy to fire people randomly (and often), just to make sure nobody slacked off or tried to cross him. Anyhow, things have been much better at my job over the past few years--no one has been fired since at least, oh, 2003--but I still unconsciously brace myself for a trip to the unemployment office whenever the boss seems unhappy or wants to see me in his office. Imagine how I felt at lunch one day last week, then, when my supervisor came in to the breakroom and announced (in front of three of my co-workers and a volunteer) in an unhappy-sounding tone that he wanted me to be in his office at 4:00. "Four o'clock?" I thought, alarm bells ringing. You see, that's the end of the day. And the end of the day is when they fire people. Actually, the end of the day on Friday is when they usually fire people. "Oh, well, at least it's not Friday," I said to myself and then immediately began to panic as I realized, "Holy *%@#, it's Friday!!!!" [Pardon my bad language. I'm not usually prone to swearing, but, I'm sorry to say, when I panic, sometimes the bad words just come out. Anyway, I was sure I was going to get fired.]

I hurried back to my office in order to clean all of the personal messages about of my e-mail account. There's nothing obscene in my e-mail, mind you, it's just that I don't want my co-workers reading about my diet failures or my occasional "digestive difficulties," which I am prone to discussing with my close friends via e-mail. I opened up my "saved messages" folder and glanced in horror at the number of messages I had saved there--more than 4,000! "That can't be right," I thought to myself, but yes, it was. I hastily began forwarding them to my personal e-mail account, but didn't have time to forward more than about 1500 before my meeting rolled around. My left shoulder muscle got all kinked up from repetitive motion.

As it turned out, my supervisor just wanted to make sure that I knew that I have absolutely no decision-making authority whatsoever. Apparently, I had made a decision about something without consulting him first, and that just will not do. So I learned something that day. It wasn't a good day, but it was an educational one.

The Toilet of Perpetual Flush is No Longer

That is to say, it still exists as a toilet, and a functioning one at that, but it is no longer The Toilet of Perpetual Flush, as it once was. I have to admit, I find this to be disappointing. I went in to the bathroom today with the goal of timing TTPF so that you all could realize just how long the flushing process of this toilet was, only to discover that the toilet now has a regular flush cycle.

The Double Flush

Howdy to the four people who read my blog! I’ve finally returned! Wow, it's been so long, I almost forgot my login and password. Aaaanywho...

Today, I’m going to talk about the Double Flush. It involves telling you about the bathroom, and I don’t want to be crude, so bear with me while I find a delicate way to tell this short and not-so-very-interesting story.

At work the other day, when D. flushed the toilet in the staff bathroom, it caused a minor incident to occur. Let me take a moment to state that this was not caused by anything that D. had done while in the bathroom. We’d been having water issues at work, and the plumbing had become rather sketchy while they worked out the kinks; problems included water coming from the taps in spurts instead of streams and toilet water taking on a grayish color. Anyhow, D. used the facilities, and when she flushed, the effect was like a mini-volcanic eruption. Now, nothing that she had flushed could have caused this, so it must have come from a predecessor. Or something. Anyhow, an unpleasant odor accompanied this eruption. D., a bit shaken from almost having an accidental shower, rushed down to my end of the building to get me because when you’re going to ask someone to help you investigate a toilet problem, it’s a good idea to get the person who has very little sense of smell. Anyhow, I flushed the toilet again, and nothing bad happened, so I guess the second flushing fixed the problem. All that to tell you that I have now instituted a double flush policy. When I use the staff bathroom, I flush twice. Only now that I think about it, I realize that I should be flushing once before I go to the bathroom and once after, not twice after. Hmm. I’ll have to amend the double flush policy and procedures manual.

Frandol Lyrics

For those of you who speak French, have you heard Frandol's album Oulipop? I think he has another album out now, but I don't have it, so I'm just going to tell you how great Oulipop is. Here are some lyrics from the song "L'un contre l'autre":

tu m'as, je t'ai, tu m'as plu, te t'ai plu,
tu m'as, je t'ai, c'est bon des bras
tu m'as, je t'ai on savait dès le début
qu'on s'enlacerait toi et moi....

tu m'as jeté, tu n'm'as plus, je n't'ai plus,
tu m'as jeté, bon débarras,
tu m'as jeté, on savait dès le début
qu'on s'en lasserait toi et moi

Clever, non? Don't you wish you could write like that? I certainly do.

It's Not Gettin' Me

D. was out sick today. My neighbor and friend was sick all weekend. JLR has been feeling a little iffy. But they're not getting me! Whatever they've all been sick with, I'm. Not. Going. To. Get. It. I have my sanitizing hand wipes (for cleaning off doorknobs and anything else they touch) at the ready. I am determined.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

When the new version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was released, I wasn't too keen to see it. The main reason was because I was never fond of the original. I don't like stories about stupid, badly-behaved children, and my feelings on the matter were the same when I was little girl. I may have mentioned this before, but we watched a movie instead of going to recess whenever it rained, and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory stands out in my memory as being the one watched the most. It rains a lot in Memphis (where I'm from). Having had more than my fill of that dadgum movie, I wasn't eager to see the new version. The preview looked mildly amusing, though (I particularly enjoyed when Willie Wonka says "I don't care" in response to a comment from one of the kids; it's what I usually want to say to children, too), so I considered going to see it until I saw a large billboard advertisement. The ad looked strangely reminiscent of another movie. I will give you a hint.
























There's an even stronger resemblance when you look at it like this.






















See what I mean?

Candy

Spent much of today thinking about the neighbor's large bowl of candy and wondering how I can get some.

When Do I Stop Being Busy? When?

Now that the fair is over, I thought I was supposed to have less work to do, not more.

What gives?

Um...Okay

Just had this conversation with Deals:

I asked her if I could eat lunch with her, or would she rather eat alone?

She assured me that, "as human beings, [lunch] tends to be a social activity, reminiscent of running in packs like dogs, but different."

Right. I guess that means she doesn't mind if I eat lunch with her?

Incident Report, 10/11/05

1. Ran in to doorway.
2. Banged hand on metal cart.
3. Banged hand on table.

For JLR

A bullet?

That's What the Fair's All About

Yesterday I met the third-place winner for the hand-crank ice cream contest. Cool.

Incident Report, 10/7/05

1. Ran in to door on way to get water.
2. Ran in to door on way back from getting water.
3. Ran in to doorway.

And the other day, I accidentally keyed my own car.

Fried Cheesecake

This is not a new fair food item, but it is the first year I've been able to afford to buy it. I liked it. It was 10 coupons, which is a bit steep, and 2 coupons more for the strawberry sauce, but I really enjoyed it. It was very rich, though, so it wouldn't hurt to split it with someone.

Cheddar Sweet Potato French Fries (Fair Food Reviews, Continued)

I liked them much better than did JLR. The fries came topped with, I believe, brown sugar, which JLR didn't care for. They also came with a side of ranch, which she did care for, as did I.

I liked them, but I don't believe I'd pay 7 coupons for them again. Like the fried apple taco, I liked them enough to buy them again but not if I have to pay for them myself. I have a limited budget, after all.

[Aside to JLR: Sweet Maui Onion!]

Chicken 'n biscuit

It was good. Sooooo good. Chicken and biscuit, two of my favorite things. Plus honey!

(three coupons each)

Grilled Cheese Sandwich

Not nearly as good as the ones I make at home (and not freshly made, either), but for only 3 coupons, it's a sweet Fair Food deal.

Fried Apple Taco

Good. Like the White Chocolate Bread Pudding (henceforth WCBP), it errs on the side of bland, but it's still a tasty treat. Don't know if I would again spend 8 coupons on it, but I'm glad to have had it once. If I had someone to share it with, I would be glad to spend 4 coupons. Also, as a good sign that part of it (I'm not sure which part) was freshly made, I had to wait a couple of minutes for it to be ready. Tasted better than the WCBP.

Tagged by Amstaff Mom

I was tagged by Amstaff Mom.

"I refrained from asking him why he didn't pull the file in the first place."

I don't know five other people in blogworld who haven't already been tagged.

One Down, Eight to Go

White Chocolate Bread Pudding

Good (if a bit bland), too rich for one person to eat. Very hot. Burnt tongue.

(see http://impatientchicken.blogspot.com/)