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i'm not a goodbye kind of girl [03 Jun 2004|02:02am]

[ mood | exhausted ]

So long, farewell auf wiedersehen, goodnight. I hate to go and leave this pretty sight. So long, farewell auf wiedersehen, adieu. Adieu, adieu to you and you and you...

It's one damned catchy song, isn't it?

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Adieu [01 Jun 2004|09:45pm]

Since Last Tuesday I've gotten my call to go to work and have started (today actually)

Wow, it's been six months since this group was created. It has been a blast to meet you great people! As you guessed, this is my last entry but you can still see me around nervousness as Serenity :)

Woke up at 6:30 am (dad of course... wake up that early on my own accord?! Never!) so I could get a shower and ready for work. Not that it really matters seeing I'm working out of my house until I have this lame ass research project done. Grr... So until five I worked... erm... mostly ;) Not much I can do until after five to be truthful because that's when everyone gets off work (and I have to call them all).

After supper, Nicole dropped by picking up a cd that Glenn borrowed. We gossiped for about two hours and a half (aka chatted). Sometime during this, Melissa dropped-- seeing if I did indeed get my call. Around 9:30 they left, I went on net for a bit, read, and went directly to sleep... I was that tired.

By Next Tuesday I'll have some mail sent, working McWorkenton, and whatever else might happen.
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The End [01 Jun 2004|01:31pm]

I, too, think I'm ready to put OSW to bed. It was a fun exercise while it lasted and I enjoyed meeting all you folks. I will try to keep up with everyone who has a personal journal as well. Mine is craigemorsels. I also just put up a message board, so check that out as well. Hope to see you over there.

So long, and good luck to everyone!
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[31 May 2004|05:07pm]

Since Last Week: Gee, it seems like this has been such a short week! It seems like I just posted! Oh wait, I did just post...

* * * * * *

The exact beginning of Monday found me in front of the television watching the first few minutes of Faking It on TLC. I'd been having trouble sleeping, and got up to do constructive things. We've been looking at the eventuality of selling the house, and we need to make the basement look less scary before we can put our house on the market. So I've been going through things.

And in between watching TV, I was also watching my belly. The baby has been making subtle movements for the past two weeks, but last night he started making like Pele and doing some major acrobatics in there. I happened to glance at my stomach during the fetal fiesta and noticed that I could see my belly moving. Mostly I was fascinated and excited, but I have to admit that a small part of me was weirded out. It's a little strange to have a living creature inside you, bopping around. It might make one think of Alien. Or not. I'm just saying.

So I was finally tired enough to go to sleep, and slept until Jonny got up for work. I got up to pee and to tell him about the evening activities. Then back to bed until 8 AM, when I woke up and let Frieda in for a snuggle. We snuggled until about 9 and then I got up and got on with the day.

The day consisted mainly of laundry and tidying, which I'd started the day before. I ate breakfast in front of the computer and eventually showered. After the shower, Sherman and I hit to bricks for a walk.

In the last couple weeks I've gotten really physically exhausted when walking him up and down the hill that our house is on. My plan was to let him run around for a while so he would be a little tired and not drag me around. Jonny and I found a school field near our house that is mostly fenced, and often empty. Sure, there are "no dogs allowed" signs, but we are confident of our own abilities to fake ignorance. So I took Sherman off the leash and let him gallop around. He gallops better when you call him and start running away from him. So I did this for a while, acutely aware that a body which is five months pregnant is NOT built for speed.

After it looked like Sherman's edge had been worn off a bit, we set off down the hill for Safeway. A nervousness friend won a Ben & Jerry's contest and they created an ice cream from her entry. I'd decided to set out in search of it (it's Primary Berry Graham, a strawberry cheesecake ice cream with a graham cracker swirl, proceeds to benefit Rock the Vote). I picked up the ice cream, along with potato salad and some baked Lay's, then headed home. I tried to take it easy up the hill and stopped to rest a few times.

Once home, I had some lunch in front of the TV (Clean Sweep marathon on TLC! Whoo hoo!). Lunch was a kick-ass burrito, leftover from the night before, and some strawberries. Then I brewed up a pot of decaf and started going through some boxes of papers from the basement. I just went through this exercise a year ago, but I was able to get rid of a bunch more. I also found some papers of Jonny's and went through those. I set aside all the personal stuff, but felt confident that he no longer needed his & his ex-wife's bank statements from 1991, along with a bunch of random receipts for completely unrelated items.

I started getting a little bored with watching Clean Sweep and went down to the basement to get into some more hard-core straightening. That's where I was when Jonny got home from work. He did some cleaning upstairs and then joined me in the basement for a while. We've beaten back a lot of the debris, although we still have a lot of work to do. But things are easier when you take baby steps.

Now we're just waiting until we're hungry enough to fix our dinner (chicken franks and potato salad). We've been sucked into the first season of Six Feet Under on videotape, and I can see some viewing of that in our future too.

I've been pondering this for a while, and dorsia's announcement sort of clinches it. I too am retiring from the site for the time being. I've found my Mondays (and everyday, really) getting more and more frantic. I'm frustrated when I can't find time to get to this. So this looks like it will be my last OSW entry also. You can keep up with me, should you be so moved, at Curly's Cogitations (which is somewhat out of date for the same reasons I'm retiring here). Best wishes and thanks for reading!

Before Next Week: I'll travel to San Diego for a long weekend to visit Jonny's childhood home and all his high school friends.
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sunday :: may 30 [30 May 2004|11:08pm]

Today I managed to cross a few things off of my "to do before leaving on vacation" list, which is definitely a good thing. Am packed, for the most part, re-packaged some mail to send to Eli Roth's office in LA, have almost finished a new layout for my website that should tide it over while I don't update it for months on end... and somewhere in there managed to watch three episodes of Buffy season six with Josh.

Because I didn't do much of great interested today and yesterday was more of an event, I feel like I should sneak in some talk of Saturday here in my Sunday entry. Yesterday I turned 23. Josh took me to see The Day After Tomorrow in the morning, and I quite enjoyed it. Went out to dinner at El Torito with my family, then came back and spent the rest of the evening with Josh, watching the first episode on the Buffy DVD set as well as the Angel season finale... once I finally found the tape.

Tomorrow I must finish packing and sort out a few CDs to take on the flight. I'm leaving Tuesday at 6AM on a regional jet to Denver, then catching a 737 to Oklahoma City. My grandparents have been on a huge thunderstorm watch lately, but Tuesday's forecast is nice and clear. Then the storms come back for the rest of the week. I don't mind --- love to watch them, just don't want to fly in them!

I've sent an e-mail this evening to OSW members with the following news:
This will be my last entry. Everything's explained in the e-mail, but I felt as though I should mention it here and perhaps make a formal farewell. So thank you to everyone who's participated in and also habitually read this project. I've really enjoyed it. Take care!

since last sunday :: Spent the entire week in the bathroom, renovating. I'm proud to say, it's finally done.
by next sunday :: I'll be in Oklahoma City with my extended family, looking at Court Reporting schools, jobs and apartments.
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Friday, May 28, 2004 [28 May 2004|11:54pm]

So today was the last day of my first week. I have to say, I really like my job. Usually I'm pretty ambivalent towards jobs, unless they're something I could forsee me doing for the rest of my life (and so far, the only paying job I've had like that is working at the greenhouse), so I'm quite amazed that I actively like this one. In fact, today I was feeling absolutely shitty but I felt better after I got to work. Not because I love making coffee for people, but because the people I work with are all so cool. From Donna making fart sounds when you pump syrup into a cup, to Quinn constantly singing crappy pop songs and doing little dances along with them.

Today I learned how to make drinks. Well, mostly anyway. It's just remember what goes in exactly what.

I have been having a hard time lately though. I talked to my grandpa today who isn't doing well. He's been battling cancer of several types for - oh, seven years? Something like that. Then for the past three years the doctor's have been saying this is his last Christmas - and everytime he's proven them wrong. So on the one hand I've been trying to prepare myself for when "the time" would come, but on the otherhand, he's proven them wrong every year, so prove them wrong again! Has been my mindset. It's been pretty hard on me the past few days though. I can really tell it's getting down the the wire. My mom wants him to go into a hospital, but that's the last thing he wants. He'd rather die in his home.

He really is a great person though. He defies the "old" person image you get in your head. He's the smartest person I know, and he's also the sharpest. Nobody can outwit him - and I've seen people try. I've always loved sitting down and listening to his stories of WWII, the army, etc. He actually had tea with the queen before she was the queen and didn't even realize it until halfway through. He was receiving a medal for the war and was in Englad to receive it from King George VI. Believe me, it's much better when he tells it. He can hold a room's attention no problem.


It's not just because he's my grandpa, but it is because he's a great person, and he's always been there for me.

So I'm trying to prepare myself everyday. I don't know how well it's going though.

I tried the "passion tea lemonade" from Starbucks today. Oh dear GOD was it ever good. I don't even LIKE passion tea (hibiscus flowers? no thanks, too sweet for me as a warm drink!). Try it. You won't be disappointed.

I was watching one of my various shows on forensics today and there are people, moulding casts of teeth, and biting a pig with the moulds! They put the pig under general anesthesia, but jesus, doesn't that seem a little odd? In this day and age they what, can't get bite marks on something else to study? How about doing it on a person if it doesn't hurt like this woman on TV is saying?

Since last Friday: Started work. That's basically it - I've been trying to get back into the swing of things again.

By next Friday: I'm hoping to make a batch of honey and milk soap. We'll see if I actually get to it though. I have split days off - which I hate, so we'll see.
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[27 May 2004|10:36pm]
Hmm, my turn...

Nothing to say, really. Didn't go to class because... well, I don't know why. Did go to work, and a "tutorial" for my technology and society class that I have on Tuesdays. It seems I will be doing a term paper on Creation Science.

The only other thing of note is that I got an e-mail from my Independent Feature Film Production class professor about whether or not I had signed up for the same class during the summer. That was from an e-mail I sent him when I thought I would be taking it during the summer, but I don't think he realizes I'm in the class now.

That's kinda sad.

Since Last Week: I don't remember that far back.

For Next Week: I never plan that far ahead.
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it's called alphabetizing [26 May 2004|09:58pm]

[ mood | discontent ]

Since last week: a lot of sleep
By next week: who knows

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Nothing, like usual [25 May 2004|10:22pm]

[ mood | awake ]

Since Last Tuesday I still haven't passed in my application *bites lip*, read, and did some lmao's. I think that really might be it!

I awoke to a banging on my door. It was mom. It was early. It was EIGHT-THIRTY in the bloody morning. She was looking to get my list of things I wanted bought out in Labrador City-- going to fix the truck. On the list: Fruit Fusions shampoo and condition (all out), apricot scrub, different type funky wool, puzzles (a lmao down the road), yogurt, erm... there's more but I can't remember right now. Got up for the day after that.

Did absolutly nothing until 2pm expect packaging some lmao's, quite a few actually. It was to be a big posting day :) Out with all except one called Alter my Doll. Sigh, as mentioned before I'm not a knitter... and I'm not a sewer either. I ruined a shirt and skirt I made, each for different outfits and will have to make a new skirt at least. That'll be in the mail on Monday in any event. So at 2, dad and I head down to the town center. He wanted to go to the library (as did I... but I'm a quick browser, dad certainly is not!) while my main objective was to head for the post office. Got four things in. Did the happy jig. Baggered dad into going early and head home so I could examine what I got more formally. Day in the life notebook turned out to be absolutely wonderful! I think I'll start one byself (after asking the person of course ;) Did an altered spread too (will be uploading that in a little while, but first will have to switch computers-- I'm in my room with the laptop, not the main comp w/ scanner).

And here it is :) As you can see, I've become better at using photoshop ;)

At 3:30 Melissa came over, but I haven't been in the very entertaining mood lately. She tried (unsuccessfully) to get me to go to a SpongeBob square pants (I actually remembered the name... Horrah!) sing-a-long... erm... I'll pass thanks (though peeps my age went to it).

Okay... what else? She left at five and I had supper. Eggs and toast. Don't ask... was just craving it. Hmm... homemade multigrain bread... yummy! Glenn calls it 'hippy' but I just say it's 'healthy'. Lol. I started a book that I got from the library earlier. That's about it really, a whole lot of nothing. Sigh.

By Next Tuesday Maybe I'll be working... haven't put in my application yet but I think I must. It pays for the entire time at uni and it would be a great help to papa. Suck it up I guess... grr... I hate that job... wish I could tell them where to shove it... ;)

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Back from PDX [24 May 2004|11:20pm]

Since Last Week: I've traveled to Portland and back, and started feeling more regular baby movements.

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Allow me a moment of self-flagellation. I'm a terrible, terrible person. It is now Saturday and I am just getting around to this. The shame, the shame. I am a One Short Week disaster.

I feel better now.

It is actually Saturday and I am just now getting my big, pregnant ass around to posting (does the mention of my being a Vesel of Life catch me any slack?).

Monday I woke up in Portland, OR, having trained down for the weekend to see my pal Howard (who is a female, and who I call by her last name, because not enough females call their friends by their last names). Staying with Howard is always like staying at some alternative slacker spa. There is a major focus on food, and we do a lot of walking around.

After we woke up, we both laid around her apartment and chatted about nothing in particular. Her cat Umberto was hanging with us. He's a huge, mellow, black kitty with a tiny, squeaky voice.

After we leveraged ourselves out of a horizontal position, I did some yoga stretches for my tight ligaments (everything starts tightening up between your groin and your belly button at about the 20th week, because your uterus is getting big and everything else has to strain to support it). Howard went to the kitchen to whip up a wonderful mango-strawberry-banana smoothie. We were toying with the idea of doing the yoga tape I brought with me, but that would involve going down to Howard's storage area and getting her VCR. We put off the decision and went outside to sit on her deck.

While sitting there, coffee and a bagel seemed like a good idea. We had a fabulous breakfast planned, but the smoothie had almost filled us up already. So Howard brewed up some fabulous Turkish blend coffee (full-caffeine!) and brought it out on a little tray, along with cream and sugar. She also toasted some bagels and brought out some cream cheese, almond butter, and jam. It felt very decadent to sit there in the sun and snack on yummy things. While Howard was doing prep work, I read Naked in Baghdad by Anne Garrels, something that has been on my to-read list for a while.

After our repast, we took a walk to the art store to buy some paper. The plan was to make cards and envelopes; I also found a paint-by-numbers set that I got as a birthday present for my Dad. Then we wandered down to a Greek deli and I bought a lamb souvlaki sandwich to eat on the train that night.

We wandered back to her house and lounged for a while, then decided to work on lunch. Howard actually decided to work on lunch. I was a lazy slob and read while I waited for her to serve me. Lunch was a spicy goulash of tofu, spinach, veggie sausage and sweet potato, with some cheese and yogurt to cool things down. I ate two helpings. This was followed by more lounging around the apartment until we decided that we needed dessert.

Another walk to the grocery store followed. Howard got some soy buddies, which are basically dairy-free ice cream sandwiches. I got a cookie and a brownie, not being able to decide on just one. We each at a buddy on the walk home.

Followed by more lounging.

Late in the afternoon I began to gather up my debris and put it in the suitcase. We left for the train station around 5:30 and Howard sent me off. On the train I ate my dinner, and my cookie, and read the rest of Naked in Baghdad, then started and finished Operating Instructions by Anne Lamott. Howard told me about the book, and I'd never heard of it. It was a woman's journal of her son's first year and it was fabulous. It alternated between her extreme joy in her son, and also the frustrations of being a single mom. There were many passages that made me snicker queitly into my hand.

At 9:45 I arrived in Seattle, where Jonny was waiting for me. It was good to see him - absence making the heart grow fonder and all that. He went to sleep as soon as we got home and stayed up to putter a bit.

And that was my Monday.

* * * * * * *

By Next Week:I will have mended my slack-ass ways and will actually post on MY DAY.
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Saturday, May 22 [22 May 2004|11:47pm]

Since last week, Jeff and I got a car! We got a grey Honda Civic LX (the LX means it's not particularly souped up, but it does have power windows and locks and a CD player, something that his other car did not, and well, I've neverh had a car, so it's all novel to me).

When I woke up, I decided to use as many eggs in our breakfast as possible, because according to the box, they were supposed to have been consumed by May 16 and we had almost a full box. So, I made Jeff a big omelet (not a big fan of them myself) and then proceeded to make kitchen sink muffins. Actually, they weren't that full of random ingredients, just an apple and craisins. They turned out yummy.

I started some laundry (such a wonderful luxury having the machines in the basement) and then went to the grocery store while Jeff stayed home and tried to get work done on a project he needs to finish this weekend. He has shown a documentary of his every year for the past three years at this convention in San Diego, so he figured that he would be able to turn in his footage after the deadline, but now the organizer wants a trailer and some footage by right away, and he hadn't even begun working on it yet.

I have to say I do enjoy shopping alone because then I can buy whatever I want with no grief given and I can spend as long as I want to going up and down every aisle (I might see something I forgot I needed!). I don't like taking the granny cart to the new store because for some dumb reason their shopping carts aren't equipped with those little hooks on the front for attaching the granny cart. So, one is forced to use the granny cart in the store, which is no good, because the slats are too far apart. So, when I'm checking out, I call Jeff and he starts walking toward the store to help me carry the groceries home. It's only about a 10 minute walk, but it's a huge help. (If you're wondering why we don't drive to the store, that's because it's really hard to find parking in Hoboken, so we don't move the car unless we absolutely have to.)

Jeff decided that he was ready to call it a day, so we got in our brand new car and drove an hour North to Warwick, NY, to go to the drive-in. Shrek 2 was playing, but without anything else after it, and the beauty of the drive-in is the double feature. So, we opted for Van Helsing and Dawn of the Dead, neither of which were too remarkable. There were a lot of problems with VH, actually, such as Dracula's wives coming out during the day. And since when did Dracula interact with Frankenstein? I still love the drive-in, though. Except if they are going to continue to post signs everywhere saying that they need all the support they can get, especially by concession sales, they could at least sell halfway decent concessions. The popcorn tastes like it was popped last week and the pizza roll, if it can really pass for that, is rubbery. Blech. Oh, and they forgot the syrup in our Dr Pepper.

Anyway, by next week? Hmm... think of a name for the business I'M thinking of starting.
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[22 May 2004|01:00am]

Sitting here on a Friday night, sipping my mint tea, stomach still hurting since something has been bugging it for the past two days. It's feeling a bit better though.

Today is the last day that I fill out an EI report. Thank GOD.

EI = employment insurance which is the "politically" correct term (or so I would assume) for unemployment insurance here in Canada

Yes, that does indeed mean that I got the job! Granted, it is only a coffee slinger job and it is only at Starbucks. But here's the great thing: my EI was just about to run out AND Starbucks gives great benefits. True, sometimes I will have to get up at 4 am to open, but I'm hopeful that those days won't be too frequent. Plus, the place is three blocks away. How much more sweet can you get than that? Especially because I have a very, very deeprooted hatred for the Greater Vancouver Regional District bus system a.k.a. Translink, so whenever I don't have to take a bus I'm very happy.

I found out on Tuesday that I received the job. My head has been reeling the entire time.

The best part about it though - this has lifted such a huge weight off of my shoulders - I was so scared that I'd have to face going back to Edmonton, and I could not allow myself to admit defeat like that. I've been here for almost three years and I sure as hell wasn't going to go back to Edmonton now. Even if the past year has been possibly one of the worst in my life - what with the hitting my head and post-concussion syndrome and all.

But I like to think of this all as a new turning point in my life. I've shed myself of some very negative, and quick frankly, asshole people who I thought were my friends. I've found myself a place in a good area for a good price with people upstairs who I actually get along with and enjoy sharing a house with. I also have an idea for an at-home handmade soap business brewing in my head which I hope to start up within the next 6 months.

I've never enjoyed the training process of work much though. Thankfully I am a very quick learner (I hate to sound full of myself, but I really am quite the quick learner), so the sooner I can get proficient at making the coffee and whatnot, the sooner I can give my name out to every store in the area and tell them to call me if they need to fill a shift. I've been told this is a very easy and quick way to get 40 hours a week.

This job really is the symbolic silver lining for me. Really, I only see this getting better and better as well. While waiting to get this job I was on this very precarious ledge that was just eating me up inside. I could get this job, get back on my feet financially, not to mention meeting some new people since I'm sorely in need of that, and really start to feel like my old self after these really tough past few months. Or I could not get this job and basically move back to Edmonton and back in with my mom. You can see why my stomach was in knots while waiting. Thankfully I got the job.

Of course I'm nervous as hell, but I'm working 21 or 22 hours next week, so I think I should slip into the groove fairly quickly.

By next Friday: I'll be working from 4-8, so I'm sure I'll update after that! But for this next week I'm just going to focus on settling in on my job.

Since last Friday: I started working on my mom and aunt's birthday presents (two paintings), I started working on the initial plans for a soap business, I got a new job and I've been fighting a weird stomach thing for the past two days. Busy week!
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[20 May 2004|10:30pm]
Looks like I'm posting a little early, I suppose. Oh well. I'll probably forget to post again if I don't post now.

Not that I have much to post about. Just went to class, where the the professor talked (which in this case, as in so many, means he read powerpoint slides to us) about how birds evolved from maniraptor dinosaurs. I hate powerpoint lectures, but it was amusing to see him jump around and wave his arms like he was a hunting maniraptor/bird.

After class I went to get my timesheet signed and turned in. I still have six hours of work study left. I had been hoping to finish them off this week, but my supervisor wanted me to save them for next week. Blah.

When I got back to my room I did the usual. Surfed the web, e-mail, that stuff. I reinstalled High Heat and played an exhibition game as the Angels against the Astros, in the AstroDome, which produced the following box score:

FINAL IN 12 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 101112 R H E

Anaheim 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 0 1 3 10 0
Houston 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 5 0


David Eckstein ss 2 0 1 0 0 1 2 .500
Jarrod Washburn p 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
Scott Spiezio ph 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 .000
Ben Weber p 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
Troy Percival p 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
Darin Erstad lf 5 0 1 0 1 0 4 .200
Tim Salmon rf 6 1 1 1 0 3 2 .167
Garret Anderson cf 6 0 2 0 0 0 2 .333
Troy Glaus 3b 4 1 2 0 1 1 0 .500
Mo Vaughn 1b 3 0 1 0 0 0 2 .333
Orlando Palmeiro pr 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
Shawn Wooten c 1 1 0 0 1 0 2 .000
Ben Molina c 2 0 0 0 0 0 3 .000
Wally Joyner ph-1b 3 0 0 0 0 1 1 .000
Adam Kennedy 2b 5 0 1 2 0 0 1 .200
the_ferret p 0 0 0 0 2 0 0 .000
Brian Cooper p 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
Gary DiSarcina ph-ss 2 0 1 0 1 0 0 .500

TOTALS: 41 3 10 3 6 7 19


2B: Vaughn (Lima); Kennedy (Wagner); Anderson (Wagner). HR: Salmon (12th
inning off Wagner, 0 on, 2 out). S: Eckstein 2. RBI: Kennedy 2; Salmon.
2-OUT RBI: Kennedy 2; Salmon. Runners left in scoring position, 2 outs:
Erstad; Anderson; Kennedy; Salmon; Spiezio. Team LOB: 10.

CS: Anderson (home plate by Lima/Ausmus); Erstad (2nd base by Wagner/Eusebio).
Picked off: Anderson (3rd base, Ausmus); Erstad (2nd base, Wagner).

PB: Molina. DP: 1 (Glaus-Kennedy-Vaughn).


Julio Lugo ss 5 0 0 0 0 3 0 .000
Craig Biggio 2b 4 1 0 0 1 0 0 .000
Jeff Bagwell 1b 4 1 1 0 1 1 1 .250
Richard Hidalgo cf 4 0 1 1 1 1 0 .250
Moises Alou rf 5 0 2 1 0 0 1 .400
Lance Berkman lf 5 0 1 0 0 1 3 .200
Brad Ausmus c 3 0 0 0 0 0 1 .000
Daryle Ward ph 1 0 0 0 0 0 1 .000
Tony Eusebio c 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
Hank Collins 3b 4 0 0 0 0 1 0 .000
Jose Lima p 3 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
Billy Wagner p 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000

TOTALS: 40 2 5 2 3 7 7

2B: Berkman (Weber). RBI: Alou; Hidalgo. 2-OUT RBI: Alou. Runners left in
scoring position, 2 outs: Berkman 2; Ward. GIDP: Ausmus. Team LOB: 5.

SB: Biggio (2nd base off the_ferret/Molina); Hidalgo (2nd base off the_ferret/Molina).

DP: 1 (Alou-Bagwell). Outfield assist: Alou (Erstad at 1st base).


the_ferret 6 4 2 2 3 5 0 3.00
Brian Cooper 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0.00
Jarrod Washburn 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0.00
Ben Weber (W) 3 1 0 0 0 2 0 0.00
Troy Percival (S) 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0.00


Jose Lima 8 1/3 6 2 2 3 5 0 2.16
Billy Wagner (L) (BS) 3 2/3 4 1 1 3 2 1 2.45

WP: Lima. IBB: DiSarcina (by Wagner); Glaus (by Wagner). Pitches-Strikes:
Lima 90-57; Wagner 54-29; the_ferret 101-52; Cooper 7-6; Washburn 8-6; Weber 25-15;
Percival 7-6. Ground balls-Fly balls: Lima 13-12; Wagner 4-7; the_ferret 9-7;
Cooper 1-2; Washburn 2-1; Weber 4-4; Percival 1-2. Batters faced: Lima 33;
Wagner 16; the_ferret 24; Cooper 3; Washburn 3; Weber 10; Percival 3.

Umpires: HP: Tony Ragano. 1B: Trip Hawkins. 2B: Darin Brown. 3B: John
Barrows. T: 3:58. Att: 40,690. Weather: 72 degrees, clear. Wind: Domed

High Heat Baseball Player of the Game: Jose Lima

I could give you the game summary, but I think the box score takes up enough space on its own. I would just like to point out that the Houston Astros intentionally walked Gary DiSarcina. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!

Also, true to form Bengie Molina had a passed ball. I don't think he's ever failed to have a passed ball when I've gone to a real life Angels game.

After the game I messed around with NWN some more, and then I ate dinner while I watcherd The Natural. Following that, I made a new icon, which I will display here just this once.

Then I updated. And now, I should do Russian homework. Will I? Probably some of it.

Since Last Week: Turned in a paper on modernity in the Middle East.

For next week: Don't care, really, as long as I get to go home this weekend.
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And weighing in at 176 pounds, Goliath [19 May 2004|09:56pm]

[ mood | gloomy ]

Slow news day here, to borrow a phrase, so I give you a picture entry.

The G, when I got him. Nine years ago.

The G, yesterday, before surgery.

Since last Wednesday: An Affair to Remember at the movies and puppy surgery.
Before next Wednesday: Who knows.

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Knit two, pearl one, knit two... stab finger and repeat [19 May 2004|04:50pm]

Since Last Tuesday read, worked on lmao's, and slept.

What can I say... summer time is basically a lethargic time for me. Woke up around 10:30 and tried reading Gunslinger for a bit (it's my second attempt at the bloody book by Stephen King-- the Dark Tower Series) but put it down after about a chapter. Got up and picked up my knitting again.

I was trying to do a pair of idiot mits for the alter my doll lmao... it's the second time I've ever knitted (and four needles are two too many!!!) So it basically went "knit two, pearl one, knit two, and stab, stab, stab the finger... there's a bandaid on my index finger as of now. Sigh). I then had to progress to adding a stitch... ruined it so I had to wait 'til mom got off work to fix it.

Erm... sometime around 1 I went back to bed, but prematurely. Glenn (about five mintues later) knocked on my door asking if I wanted to go down to the town center and check the mail. Got two altered books in (*yay*!) and picked up some groceries (apples, canalope, grapefruit juice, and caramels... I had the ambition of trying to make candy apples later on ;)

Melissa came over sometime around 3:30. Didn't do too much... read a bit of the Lord of the Rings (she's suppose to read it for school but has not gotten past page 40). At supper time I had a game of crib with Glenn and one with dad after that... I think I lost both, can't remember though ;) Melissa came over again so we had a game of crib with her and Glenn... he won that one... the bastard!!!

Mom came home at 8:30 and corrected my mistake with the knitting. So I went back to my room and started that again. Turned on the t.v. meanwhile and watched something that was promoed by Oprah (Colonial House). Lalala, started flicking the channels at 11 when it was over and found something that... that... why, I can not even name what it is!!! Jackass... the movie. Jaw dropping. That was over at 12, so I went to bed.

Glenn then came in and turned on the gamecube and played zelda for awhile. I knitted. Cursed a few times, but knitted.

By Next Tuesday work will have started. I am NOT looking forward to it.
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[17 May 2004|11:59pm]

Since Last Monday: Ate Thai food and took a long walk on the waterfront. Felt what was absolutely, positively, undoubtedly the baby, moving around.

* * * * * * *

I'm cheating. This is really Thursday. Monday was a while ago, and it's already drifting from my brain. We'll see what I can reconstruct about it.

I laid in bed too long, as usual, then got up and raced around to be ready for yoga class. As I left I noticed that Lucy had deposited a few more worms on the porch. Since her first bird kill a few Mondays ago, she's made a second. As I bounded over the worms (well, as much as any pregnant woman bounds), I wondered if her worm collecting habits were actually a very advanced ploy designed to lure her prey closer.

In spite of the fact that I left for yoga late, I actually was the first one there. Two regulars were missing. Two more babies born. I'm looking forward to NOT being the least pregnant person in the class.

Yoga was otherwise unremarkable. We stretched, we rocked, we leaned, we sat on the floor and hummed and said "oooommmmmmmmm" for a while. The usual.

From yoga I sped off to the Museum of History and Industry, where I was meeting a friend for lunch. Kristin and I went to graduate school together. We went to a restaurant in the University District which I'd recently learned had a lunchtime buffet. As a successful graduate of Weight Watchers, Kristin showed restraint and ordered a sandwich. As a pregnant lady with no self control, I went for the buffet. To my credit, I did choose a lot of vegetable options to go along with my baba ghanouj and falafel. The baba was yummy. I also ordered a lemonade, which I could hear them making. When I tasted it, I could tell it was fresh.

After we ate and caught up on all the local museum gossip, I dropped Kristin off at work again and then headed out for my usual round of errands. I had to drop off my broken camera to get fixed; it was a casualty during my college friend's recent visit with her 4 kids. Then it was off to the mall (where I seem to be spending an inordinate amount of time lately - used to be I went there once every sixth months) to BUY MORE BRAS.

About 6 weeks ago I went out and bought bras to replace the ones I'd bought in December. It was exciting to finally graduate to a larger size. In the last few weeks it has become apparant that I need still bigger bras. This time it was less exciting. Bras are expensive. It is also not so much fun to try things on in front of a full length mirror with flourescent lighting, particularly when your body is expanding in all directions and sprouting stretch marks. The final indignity is not being able to find things that fit well. One begins to wonder if one is really strangely shaped compared to the general populace.

I tried on a bunch of bras with the next larger cup size and found that the bands were still too tight, and/or the cups were too big. I finally had one of the saleswoman fit me and she concluded that I wear a 40A, which I think is bullshit. I'm confident that I am at least a B, even in my non-pregnant form. Fortunately, they only had one bra in 40A, which I did not buy because it was ugly and had no underwire. I left with several 40Bs that seem to fit. My crankiness deepened when she wouldn't let me buy a nursing bra, telling me that I shouldn't buy one until 2-3 weeks before delivery. That may be true, but my breastfeeding book says to go ahead and buy them now, because at some point in your breastfeeding career, you'll fit into them.

But I guess that would reduce the lifetime total amount of money I would spend on bras, so the stores can't have that.

From there I went to Starbuck's to get my decaf mocha. My mood descended even further when I discovered they were out of maple nut scones.

When I got home, the dog was in need of a romp, but I decided to put my feet up and knit for a half hour before I went out. I caught an episode of The Baby Story, which I watched for a week or two earlier in the pregnancy, but I got annoyed by it. It seemed like every single pregnancy was medicated, and a lot of them were scheduled for induction or C-section with no explanation of why it was necessary. I don't agree with their habit of normalizing all these interventions, which I'm hoping to avoid.

But there was a really cute 4-year-old big brother to twins, named Conner, who when asked what his little brother would be said, "A monster truck driver!" When they asked him what his little sister would be, he said, "A girl monster truck driver!" I thought, "Right on Conner! You rock, little man!"

After the show, it was time for Sherman and I to sally forth to Walgreens to pick up a prescription and drop off some film. I also purchased (having mostly forgotten the blood-blister producing agony of my last waxing attempt) some sugar-waxing goo to take another pass at my bikini area before our impending San Diego trip. We'll see how it goes.

By the time I got back from walking the dog, I was hot and very cranky. I've decided that I need to stop packing my Mondays with errands, because before you know it, Jonny's home and it's time for dinner and then my weekend is over. I need to spread my errands out. I need more me time, damnit!

Dinner was tuna melts, eaten while we watched 60 minutes and the Simpsons on tape. Then we spent some time reading before we shuffled off to bed.

Sorry about the lack of pictures. I am lame. Can I use pregnancy as an excuse for this, too?

Before Next Monday: I will take the train to Portland to see my friend Howard. I will actually not return until late Monday night, so may have to cheat again and post later. But think how exciting it will be to read about a Monday that is actually significantly different from most of my Mondays!
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sunday :: may 16 [16 May 2004|11:59am]

[ mood | contemplative ]

I woke to throw on some laundry, eat a couple of pancakes, then finish proofing the worst deposition I've ever had to proofread in my life. It was 160 pages of nearly indecipherable wall-to-wall talk, sentences that lasted half the page, all about complex insurance nonsense in a mold case. ICK!
After that horror was over with, I jumped in the shower, then headed down to LA to visit Josh for the day. I drove down the coast blasting Christina Aguilera, scaring the people who drove by me. There was a ton of traffic but thankfully, it wasn't running slowly at all. I followed this madwoman in an Infiniti up Sunset to UCLA. She was weaving all over the place, crossing into the oncoming traffic lane... I was pleased when she finally got onto the 405.
Once at Josh's, I parked in the weird testing facility lab thing parking lot, as usual, and hoped, as usual, not to get a ticket. I've only gotten one once. Sundays seem to be pretty safe.
We went over to In 'n Out for lunch, then walked around Westwood a little. Back at his apartment, we hung out, very nice and lazy (I haven't had time to be lazy lately), watched a couple of episodes of Angel and part of Tru Calling, then went out again to visit the ATM and find something for dinner.
We ended up having a tasty salad and fettuccini alfredo, for which I cooked either not enough pasta or too much sauce. Of course, that's always better to have too much sauce than not enough sauce. One of the types of lettuce in the salad was weird, so we basically picked out the spinach and cucumber and ate that. Then we had strawberry ice-cream for dessert while watching a few episodes of Tenchi. I was already falling asleep, and so headed home at about 9:30.
I had the usual mental battle over whether or not to take the coast home, which is a much less stressful drive but takes probably twice as long as the freeway. I put on an Eddie Izzard album, and ended up just driving right onto the freeway and off I went, home in under an hour. It wasn't too bad, although ever since I had a lung infection two years ago, I've had this bizarre paranoia that I'll cough and choke and die while driving (bizarre didn't cover it, eh?) so as soon as I get on a freeway like that I'll start clearing my throat and coughing and drinking water, and last night, pretty soon I'd coughed until my throat was itchy and kept catching.
Talk about a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Anyway, once home, I hopped into bed and caught up on a few much-needed hours of sleep.

since last sunday the semester has ENDED (hallelujah!) --- I never have to step foot in a VC classroom again! Went to Ikea <3 and got a few little things, dreamt about furnishing my own apartment/house.
by next sunday just one paper left to write, and my AA will be in the mail. i'll actually have time to work on cleaning my room, painting the bathroom, finishing the february/march and april/may zines for OSW (I know you're tired of hearing that, but, well, this is the way it's gone, I'm afraid) and I'll be figuring out airfares and such to head to Oklahoma City after my birthday...
...which is just 12 days away. Yikes.

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Saturday, May 15 [15 May 2004|11:20pm]

Since last week, we got the car back, and are down a bucket-ful of dough for the repair of the clutch. How nice of Saturn to design its cars so that the entire transmission must be removed to fix the clutch. To play it safe, we did not drive to Boston for my friend's opening. We aren't going to take that car any further than to look at new ones from now on. We are going down to DC on Jun 18th, however, so hopefully we will have a new car then or it's Amtrak for us. I'm actually quite fond of the train, but for both of us to go to DC for the weekend, it will cost us $360.

So, anyway, when we got up on Saturday we planned to possibly take a run together, but I could feel a wonderful warm breeze coming in through the windows, so I suggested a bike ride instead. We didn't manage to get out of the apartment until 1pm and then we had to stop at the gas station a few blocks away to fill up our tires. It was actually brutally hot outside. About 90, I think.

I had bought a map of our county a few weeks ago to try to figure out good places to go bike riding. It appeared that we could head north up the Hudson river and there were bound to be paths along the water. The map isn't quite detailed enough to tell exactly where a biker could go, so we left it at home and just set off on our way. As it turns out, a lot of the fancy condos on the waterfront have a paved section between their immaculately manicured lawns and private pools, and the river. Those condos go on and on and new ones are in the process of being built. But they are interspersed with a few office parks, so we had to look around a little bit to try to find the paths. Trailblazing on bikes brought back happy memories of childhood when I felt like the only kid who had ever investigated certain remote parts of the park by the airport. In retrospect, that was probably really dangerous. Anyway! We saw a sign saying that those condos start in the high $400s. And that's probably for a studio with no view of the water. Oy.

At one point, we followed another couple on bikes who seemed to know where we they were going. We lost sight of them and we found ourselves in a ritzy strip mall that we had no idea existed. And behind that, a Target! Always good to know where there is a Target. They are popping up all around us. We had to turn back then because we had plans to meet one of Jeff's friends for dinner. It's probably just as well because almost as soon as we turned around I felt MUCH less energetic. It was really great to get out on a bike-riding expedition, though.

At 6 we met Jeff's friend Jim in SoHo. I wore my new $20 Old Navy sundress. I felt rather cute. Jeff said I looked great, too, which certainly made my day. :D We ate at Il Corallo, which is one of Jeff's fave Italian restaurants. Then we went to try to get into an art opening that Jeff found out about at one of his favorite stores, Kid Robot. He is obsessed with this art form that combines his love of toys with art and weirdness. It's called Urban Vinyl and it's basically artists taking traditional toy forms and making them ... different. There are some pretty unusual toys/art coming out of that scene, as you can see if you click on the links. In any event, there was a line snaking down the block to get into the show, so we nixed that idea. It's not like we need to be there for the opening. We don't know what any of the artists look like. All we wanted to see was the art itself, so we'll go back on another day. We went drinkin' at Swift's instead. I stuck with the beers that come in cool glasses, like Duvel and Smithwicks (which, I found out, is one and the same as "Smiddicks," which is the way it's pronounced. I thought they were different beers).

When we got home we started to watch Capricorn One on TV, but we had missed the first 20 minutes. Jeff said, "you know, I have this on VHS," so we started it over on the VCR in the bedroom. Good movie. I had never heard of it before.
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Friday, May 14th [14 May 2004|11:59pm]

I had the idea to do a sort of photojournalistic type entry today, but that was quickly abashed when I realized I didn't have any batteries for my digital camera. So that got axed.

Today was actually pretty uneventful. Especially compared to last Friday.

I posted last week about how I should know whether or not I got the job - well, I still don't know. The manager phoned me and said she was taking the rest of the week off because she was so sick (and she was, she could barely speak on the phone). She didn't hesitate to apologize or say three times that she really wanted to meet me, so I'm hoping that's a good sign. If not, I'm screwed and might have to go back to Edmonton. This does not please me as I do not cherish the thought of going back there at all. I am very strapped for cash though, moreso than I've ever been and this instills a whole new level of fear in me - one I didn't even know existed.

However, my second interview is now on Monday (third time's the charm!). She let me pick the time and everything. The general consensus seems to be that she must want to hire me otherwise they wouldn't wait two weeks to fill the position. Or that's what I'm hoping *knocks on wood*.

As for today in and of itself I spent it lazing around, getting stuff done (and putting off other things). Working on some projects, writing some letters, watching some TV, working on an article for a gardening site I write for and doing some yoga.

I've been doing yoga every day. While I have been doing yoga for a few months now I haven't been strict with doing it every day and I decided to change that. It's marvelous how much it improves my breathing. I have asthma that sometimes likes to be particularly bad, and since I've started yoga I haven't had to use my inhaler much at all. Not to mention it gives me energy for the rest of the day. A friend came over and we hung out a bit.

Seriously, nothing spectacular. Usually my entries are much better than this, and to compensate I had hoped to add a little friday five thing, but unfortunately I just went to the site and saw that it's been taken down. Damn.

So, next week I promise it will be an exciting and lively entry. I will go bungee jumping just for something to write about if needed.

And with that, I will leave you with a funny quotation from Futurama, the mother of all shows.

Well, thanks to the Internet, I'm now bored with sex.
- Fry

Since last Friday: My family went back to Edmonton, this made me sad, but I've been working on projects all day every day and the time has just flown by while I find out if I have a new job or not.

For next Friday: I should know whether or not I have the job. No, seriously, I really should by next Friday. I promise. Everybody wish me luck!
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I'm naming my next cat Pyewacket. [13 May 2004|12:18am]

[ mood | amused ]

This is late because I've spent the last hour trying to figure out the name of the cat in Bell, Book, and Candle. Pyewacket. I refused to look it up, hoping to force it out of the cavern that is my failing memory, only to give up in frustration and utilizing the Google toolbar to find it. Pyewacket. No clue why I needed to know, but now I do, so there you have it.

Let's try something different. Irritating highlights of my day are as follows:

1. We've discussed this before: don't go to the post office expecting it to be a quick trip. Always be prepared for the inevitable line and the wait. Always be prepared for the little old lady in front of you to have no clue about the box she's sending to her grandchild/son/daughter/best friend in Michigan who broke her hip and hasn't been out of the house in a while so she's sending a few dvd's, one of them a little bit "racy", and a box of her favorite candy along with a card and the half finished NY Time's Crossword she couldn't finish out of today's paper. Be prepared for it to be busy and for only two of the four registers to be manned. Don't try to buy stamps off the guy who sticks his head out a door asking if anyone is just picking up a package. Pay attention to the signs posted everywhere that say 1) Passport applications are only taken until 3:00 p.m. and 2) Please don't place your children on top of the counters. It really isn't the guy at the counter's fault when little Bobby tumbles from the counter taking someone's mail with him.

2. Your cell phone. You don't need three of them. And you certainly don't need all three to play various Bob Marley songs at a really loud tone. Is it really too much trouble to find a calling plan that works for you rather than having three overly obnoxious phones? I understood what you explained to the other woman that asked you about them, that one has unlimited daytime, one has unlimited nighttime, and one has free family member to family member calls. It isn't like you have choice in one company for service.

3. I have tattoos because I like them and they mean something to me, not for you to touch. I don't particularly like being fondled while looking for my wallet in the depths of my bag and I'm not paying attention. I understand that they're unusual and it isn't common, for some reason, for a woman to have a sleeve of tattoos (or half a sleeve anyway), but that doesn't mean you can touch. Jesus, am I ever tired of ranting about that, but I can't help it, it keeps happening.

4. Don't cut in line in front of me when I have my back turned because the person behind me tapped me on the shoulder to ask me a question. And don't, when I turn around, say to me "Oh, I was here the whole time." Certainly don't become upset when I reply "Odd, I don't remember that heavy stench of your perfume earlier." It isn't like I'm the one cutting in front of someone.

5. If you're Donald Rumsfeld, don't try to tell the country you had no clue there would ever be any kind of prisoner abuse. It's such bullshit to say that after you've spent all this time building Iraq up as the most evil of "empires" and have assigned them blame for 911 when they really didn't have much to do with it. Of course there was going to be abuse of some sort; who wouldn't abuse a person or persons they find to be evil if given the chance. Of course you should have expected it to happen. Oh, and to say that 28 hour interrogation and not depriving prisoners of light is the most anyone is allowed to do is stomach turning. Even better, don't tell the press there are worse pictures and video in your possession you aren't willing to release but you "foresee a leak in the future". Sure, there will be a leak, it'll come straight out of your office somehow, but it'll be no big deal. It was a leak and well, as you said, you can hardly prevent those.

6. On that topic, if you're the parents of the soldiers in trouble for the vile acts of torture, don't tell Newsweek your kid is a "gentle soul" and a "role model for other patriotic citizens". If sodomizing someone with an "odd instrument" is gentle soul-esque and patriotic, may you be the first in line for such treatment yourself from another patriotic citizen.

7. Blech. 5 and 6 make my head hurt, not to mention make me really, really sad about the whole state of affairs.

8. To Jeanine89076, of Ebay fame: there was really no need to come in and bid $99.99 on a set of 15 rather expensive ink pads when the highest bid was only $26.50. Wouldn't a bid of $27.00 have just done the trick? I mean, I don't care that I didn't win that particular bid for the ink pads I've been looking for and can't find anywhere else because they don't make them anymore, but that's not the issue. The issue is you've done it six times to me already. It seems kind of like overkill, doesn't it?

It wasn't like I was cranky all day. I had my chipper moments.

Since last Wednesday: I've successfully gotten rid of MCI and no have no more phone issues. Now if I could just get them to stop calling to ask me if I want to come back to them I'd be set.
Before next Wednesday: I'll be wondering why on earth I thought creating an ATC swap with one group that's already hit 50 participants and the same one in Nness of the same theme, with the same due dates, was a good idea.

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