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Tuesday, December 29th, 2009
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12:13p
( Havs... Havs, my wingman. ;; Please come validate my plan as logical and acceptable so that I can stop freaking out and move on with my life... )
So yeah.
Christmas was pretty fantastic! There was lots of food, and I got some neat stuff, like a My Neighbor Totoro shirt that stares at everyone, and a bunch of lip gloss. I now have twenty different colors of lip gloss. I wish I were kidding. No one needs that much lip gloss. I won't have to buy another tube until I'm fifty and too cynical to wear the stuff.
The big family present this year was Rock Band 2! Mom's got this indie rocker character who looks kind of like Sarah Connor, and Dad's got this guy who looks like... Well, he looks like he has bananas on his head. That's the only way I could describe him. My brother has this fallout survivor soldier thing going on, and my character is rather Hello Kitty Lolita. Bright pink hair for the win. My friends keep joking that I have an addiction, but I can quit whenever I want. :| Really. :| /drums to Smooth Criminal forever
Tracking down job paperwork starts today. I am not excited to actually be doing important things again. I want my vacation to go on foreveeeer--! On that note, I was going to audition for the Winter play at my college because I secretly miss acting (I used to be president of the Drama Club in high school, you know), but I'm thinking that... If I get cast in a part, I will politely refuse the part unless I really love it or the play itself. Or if it's a really small part. I'm just not going to have time for anything else. 8|
Randomly, I was woken up by the animals of the house this morning. Our dog walked right up to my bed and snorted at my face until I took her downstairs and let her outside. This is kind of a tradition between the two of us, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. :| And then my cat was throwing up spit all over the place and I had to keep strategically moving her so that she wouldn't throw up on important things like... Books. Or paper. She also seems to be avoiding the cat box and just... Pooing in my room. Which is not cool. I like, literally picked her up and put her right in front of the litter box and she was like, "...No. :|" and left a mess a foot in front of it.
I blame her being really old and dumb. Sob, my poor cat. ):
current mood:  busy
current music: "Combat Baby" • Metric
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sirriamnis
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8:16a
No longer hurts to pee
I know you were ALL waiting to hear about that.
Feeling pretty good today. The kitten was very cuddly last night. We introduced Javagoth to the comedy stylings of Gabriel Iglesias, who is one of our favorite comedians. He rocks. We could hear her shrieking with laughter in the living room after we went to bed. Hee hee.
So hard to get up this morning. I had zero interest in vertical. Got up, pizza-ed the kitten, took a shower, spent twenty minutes trying to get the Boy up.
Wore my new hat in today. Hat hat hat!!!! Glad I did, it was cold out there. We had to scrape the car and everything.
Think I'll clean off my desk today.
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(comment on this) Monday, December 28th, 2009
sirriamnis
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8:34p
Worst mommy EVAR!!!
Hedgehogs neither want nor need baths. Period. They also do not appreciate having their feet scrubbed or their spines.
Being rubbed dry isn't so bad, though.
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sirriamnis
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3:34p
Whew!
Got the one reason I came in today with my infectedness done.
Celebrate!
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1:01p
Saturday's Adventure
Ok, so we leave our house around noon-ish/eleven-ish, I think. We need to hit Whole Foods and the Rite Aid by our old place to pick up prescriptions.
Halfway across the bridge I start grumbling about the sun and wanting to turn around to get my contacts so I can wear sunglasses. The Boy says, "Do you have your sunglasses with you?"
Me: "Yeah, but I don't have any contacts with me."
Him: "Isn't your eye doctor open on Saturdays and in Overlake. Why don't we just stop and pick some up?"
He's brilliant, my Boy. So we did. Then we went to Whole Paycheck and picked up dinner fixins for him to make stuff at his Mom and Dad's. Then went to Rite Aid.
In the course of the errand running, we were nearly hit twice, and I had to restrain Ogre from getting out of the car and beating some yuppie douchebag who A. Stopped on a yellow light, and then B. when it turned green, didn't go.
I finally honked the horn at him to get him going, and he flips me off. This is when the pulling of the Boy back into the car happened. He did manage to throw his coffee at the guy (I only have two hands and had to deal with the stickshift in addition to keeping him from leaping out of the car).
Now, what the fuck is up with NOT GOING WHEN THE LIGHT TURNS GREEN? And then flipping me off like I'm some impatient asshole because I'd like to GO when the light turns GREEN. If you're lost and need to read directions or your GPS or something, pull the fuck over to do it, don't just sit at a green light delaying everyone else, you jerkwad.
Bear in mind this is AFTER nearly being clipped twice in parking lots by people who weren't looking or who thought I was going after the parking space they saw from the other end of the parking lot (I wasn't, I was trying to get to the drive-through pharmacy).
current mood:  annoyed
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sirriamnis
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11:42a
Grrrrrr.
Fuck you, 2009. Just fuck you right in the ear.
Woke up in the middle of the night to pee eleventy-million times because of a urinary tract infection, including the obligatory toilet full of blood. Yay. Woke up, called doctor's office, made appt., took shower, went to appt, got prescriptions called in to new pharmacy, got most of the way home and the Blazer starts acting up. Badly. Limp blazer home, go inside, discover catpuke, clean up catpuke, move hedgepig for cable guy visit, walk to pharmacy, pick up drugs, walk to Wayward, pick up coffee and breakfast, walk to bus.
Wait for bus.
Ride bus to work.
We are unamused.
Yes, I'm on super mega-strength antibiotics for the next week. I've never been on this kind before, so we'll see if they make me puke or swell.
I have a ton of cranberry juice.
I think I am going to stay for the rest of the day. It's only five+ hours. I'll live. My back doesn't hurt too bad, and she gave me a drug that acts as a sort of urethral local anesthetic so it won't hurt so bad while I'm drinking my gallons of cranberry juice.
I am one sexy bitch.
I think we need a choreographed "fuck you" dance for 2009.
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12:56a
Doctor Who Reviews
This weekend I watched the Doctor Who TV movie from 1997 and "Waters of Mars" in preparation for the End of Time (which I have not yet seen) and to submit my game for ACUS.
There be Spoilers ahead!
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(comment on this) Sunday, December 27th, 2009
sirriamnis
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7:33p
We're home,
And oh what an ordeal that was.
We left Wenatchee around noon-ish to one, and got here after 6.
First we stopped at Leavenworth so I could spend some of my Xmess money on a Porkpie hat. Then as we were coming up on Index, there was an accident, so we ate at the Index cafe, and then took a back way around the bridge that they weren't sure was going to hold up after the semi hauling Jersey barriers dropped several on it. But someone had directed a semi to take the back way, and no fucking way, pal. So we got to sit while he figured out what the fuck he was doing.
FINALLY got going, and hit Seattle around six. The stupid ATM in Safeway wouldn't accept our deposit, so I'll try again tomorrow. Grrr.
But we're home. Ogre just fed the Roomie and himself.
I'm going to bed.
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(1 comment | comment on this) Saturday, December 26th, 2009
lurkitty
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10:23a
United against Pagans
I have had enough problems with United myself that I choose not to fly with them, however, to those who do use the carrier, I offer the story of the Rev. Jessie "Medb" Olsen, Senior Druid for Feather River Grove, ADF.
It seems Rev. Olsen asked for a wheelchair for preboarding several times, but, despite assurances, missed her flight. The attendant instead returned after the flight had boarded with another attendant who asked her to pray with them. She objected, telling them who she was and that she was not a Christian, and was subjected to a hellfire and damnation diatribe.
Though the attendant in the incident has been fired, Rev. Olsen has received neither an apology nor restitution for her missed flight. United claims it has sent her a voucher, but Rev. Olsen has received nothing.
Here is a link to where you can contact United's Customer Relations Department. I know folks have varying ideas about whether boycotts work, but think about whether you'd want to fly on such an airline.
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