Happy Halloween, y'all.
Embrace the geekdom
No, I am not wearing my own homemade Tron costume right now...but, actually, that's not a bad idea.
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Drowning and waving.
Zyrtec? Check.
Decongestants? Check.
Neti Pot? Check.
And, still I'm in agony. Can anyone give me a solution to allergies that actually works? Never in my life have they been like this. I'm beginning to think I'm cursed.
Oh, and I have a Facebook now, although there's very little on it at the moment.
Decongestants? Check.
Neti Pot? Check.
And, still I'm in agony. Can anyone give me a solution to allergies that actually works? Never in my life have they been like this. I'm beginning to think I'm cursed.
Oh, and I have a Facebook now, although there's very little on it at the moment.
'cause my family don't seem so familiar...
I don't talk about my family much on my journal. I'm not sure why. One reason is probably a throwback to the painful shyness of my youth. I'm sure another is due to my mother's feelings on privacy. She's not secretive, necessarily, but if I've heard her say "it's no one's business" once, I've heard it a thousand times. And, I'm sure there are reasons for my tight-lipped nature that I'm completely unaware of at all.
However, something happened today that (surprisingly) I feel the need to share. A little backstory is needed before I get to it, though. I know I've mentioned my sister a few times before this entry. Anyone who reads my journal might remember her as the conservative Christian who had made family gatherings for the past few years...awkward, to say the least. Our relationship had been a shell of what it used to be and even our mother was becoming increasingly disillusioned by her behavior. One thing that I probably didn't mention in those entries was that the reality of that situation hurt. A lot. She's my only living sibling and, because my other sister died when I was very young and my brother spent most of my childhood in another state, she's the sibling I was closest to. Losing that connection to the person she used to be was tough. We still had our moments, but I was always hesitant to really open up again due to past experience. Who wants to get burned again, right?
Well, on Tuesday, after tests, tests and more tests, my sister was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. That evening, she spent six hours in surgery having the cancer removed, along with a few internal organs (no vital ones, thankfully). In two weeks, she starts chemotherapy. Her prognosis is good, because the surgeon said she was able to remove all the cancer during surgery. My mother has been providing most of the updates, but today, I was able to text A (no phone call because she was busy with recovery-type stuff) and find out how things are going. Amongst all the reports and stiff upper lip treatment, she sent me this:
"I love you and L, 2. Tell her that for me."
Now, I do remember posting about L's first visit to Oklahoma and, in that post, I mentioned that my sister was the same as always. She wasn't rude because she wouldn't be. She wasn't cold or hateful or anything of that sort. She was just her usual self-absorbed self. A spoke to L the same way she speaks to everyone. Since then, I've talked to her on the phone a couple of times and she always asked how both of us were doing, what we'd been up to, etc. Always made a point to refer to us as a couple, you know. But, it all seemed very "as you were" and I confess, I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop. If disapproval of my marriage would come from anyone, it would be from her. Or, so I thought.
Yes, I know. A life-threatening illness can give someone a new perspective. I've just never experienced that before, so when I read her text, I was surprised. Well, more than surprised. It made me realize how much I want my sister back in my life. I miss geeking out to Star Trek and Harry Potter together. The two of us goodnaturedly teasing Mom about anything and everything. Our easy banter that probably sounded like anything but to an outsider. I want L to experience all of those things with us and to know the good person that I'm convinced my sister still can be. And, for the first time in a very long time, I have hope that it will happen.
However, something happened today that (surprisingly) I feel the need to share. A little backstory is needed before I get to it, though. I know I've mentioned my sister a few times before this entry. Anyone who reads my journal might remember her as the conservative Christian who had made family gatherings for the past few years...awkward, to say the least. Our relationship had been a shell of what it used to be and even our mother was becoming increasingly disillusioned by her behavior. One thing that I probably didn't mention in those entries was that the reality of that situation hurt. A lot. She's my only living sibling and, because my other sister died when I was very young and my brother spent most of my childhood in another state, she's the sibling I was closest to. Losing that connection to the person she used to be was tough. We still had our moments, but I was always hesitant to really open up again due to past experience. Who wants to get burned again, right?
Well, on Tuesday, after tests, tests and more tests, my sister was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. That evening, she spent six hours in surgery having the cancer removed, along with a few internal organs (no vital ones, thankfully). In two weeks, she starts chemotherapy. Her prognosis is good, because the surgeon said she was able to remove all the cancer during surgery. My mother has been providing most of the updates, but today, I was able to text A (no phone call because she was busy with recovery-type stuff) and find out how things are going. Amongst all the reports and stiff upper lip treatment, she sent me this:
"I love you and L, 2. Tell her that for me."
Now, I do remember posting about L's first visit to Oklahoma and, in that post, I mentioned that my sister was the same as always. She wasn't rude because she wouldn't be. She wasn't cold or hateful or anything of that sort. She was just her usual self-absorbed self. A spoke to L the same way she speaks to everyone. Since then, I've talked to her on the phone a couple of times and she always asked how both of us were doing, what we'd been up to, etc. Always made a point to refer to us as a couple, you know. But, it all seemed very "as you were" and I confess, I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop. If disapproval of my marriage would come from anyone, it would be from her. Or, so I thought.
Yes, I know. A life-threatening illness can give someone a new perspective. I've just never experienced that before, so when I read her text, I was surprised. Well, more than surprised. It made me realize how much I want my sister back in my life. I miss geeking out to Star Trek and Harry Potter together. The two of us goodnaturedly teasing Mom about anything and everything. Our easy banter that probably sounded like anything but to an outsider. I want L to experience all of those things with us and to know the good person that I'm convinced my sister still can be. And, for the first time in a very long time, I have hope that it will happen.
Oklahoma. Not ALL bad.
Every time I hear this band, I'm amazed that they were born in my state. We don't make music like this, do we?
Anyone need a good timewaster?
Having no work and a wife that's out of the house for about 12 hours a day has left me with plenty of time to do nothing at all. Of course, in my mind, "nothing at all" is code for endlessly surfing the internet or playing video games. (Sounds like a great life, I'm sure, but it would be much better if someone paid me to do it since the bills have no sympathy for my situation.)
So, in the interest of sharing, I thought I would post some of the more interesting sites I've found. I hope I brought enough for everyone.
First, we have Psychotic Letters From Men. The banner says "The Psychotic. The Pathetic. The Bizarre." I don't know if I can describe it any more accurately than they have. Most of the entries here leave me gobsmacked at the depths to which idiocy can sink.
Cake Wrecks is the kind of blog that gives me a new appreciation for Spell Check and the people who use it. Granted, a cake isn't something that's left long for posterity, but still, there's something to be said for making your culinary creation as accurate as possible.
I'm sure there's more than a few things I could submit to Awkward Family Photos. But, I won't. What I will do is laugh at the many souls who are braver than me.
As the housewife of the household, I do most of the cooking. (Oh, if my mother could read that!) Since my skills in the kitchen are passable at best, I look around for ideas quite often. One good blog I always return to is Cheap Healthy Good, which, as you can probably tell from the name, has a lof of cheap, healthy and good recipes.
These are for anyone who's as much of a history buff as I am. The History of Rome podcast (no explanation needed there, I think) and something I just found today - The Soldier in Later Medieval England, a research project which contains the service records of more than 250,000 medieval soldiers from the time period of 1369 to 1453. (It's probably a good thing that I don't have any work since this site would have put my productivity level in the toilet for the rest of the day.)
Oh, and, just in case you were expecting a real timewaster and have so far been disappointed, I give you Super Stacker 2.
(This journal is not responsible for any moments of extreme aggravation that result from the use of the previous link. Fair warning.)
So, in the interest of sharing, I thought I would post some of the more interesting sites I've found. I hope I brought enough for everyone.
First, we have Psychotic Letters From Men. The banner says "The Psychotic. The Pathetic. The Bizarre." I don't know if I can describe it any more accurately than they have. Most of the entries here leave me gobsmacked at the depths to which idiocy can sink.
Cake Wrecks is the kind of blog that gives me a new appreciation for Spell Check and the people who use it. Granted, a cake isn't something that's left long for posterity, but still, there's something to be said for making your culinary creation as accurate as possible.
I'm sure there's more than a few things I could submit to Awkward Family Photos. But, I won't. What I will do is laugh at the many souls who are braver than me.
As the housewife of the household, I do most of the cooking. (Oh, if my mother could read that!) Since my skills in the kitchen are passable at best, I look around for ideas quite often. One good blog I always return to is Cheap Healthy Good, which, as you can probably tell from the name, has a lof of cheap, healthy and good recipes.
These are for anyone who's as much of a history buff as I am. The History of Rome podcast (no explanation needed there, I think) and something I just found today - The Soldier in Later Medieval England, a research project which contains the service records of more than 250,000 medieval soldiers from the time period of 1369 to 1453. (It's probably a good thing that I don't have any work since this site would have put my productivity level in the toilet for the rest of the day.)
Oh, and, just in case you were expecting a real timewaster and have so far been disappointed, I give you Super Stacker 2.
(This journal is not responsible for any moments of extreme aggravation that result from the use of the previous link. Fair warning.)
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I'm sure that's just dust in my eyes.
Think of that one scene in that one movie that always, always gets you. It doesn't matter what kind of day you've had up to that point because, when you see it, you'll cry. It could be happy tears or sad tears, but either way, the waterworks are inevitable.
With that in mind, I give you "Kiwi!" (You might want to turn your speakers up.)
With that in mind, I give you "Kiwi!" (You might want to turn your speakers up.)
Geek love.
Last night, L and I were sitting on the futon watching forgettable television when I finally succumbed to what my body had been insisting all day long. I turned to my wife, the one person in the world who I knew would always be there to love and support me, and said:
"I'm sick. Has to be because of spending all that time in the rain on Wednesday. Why is it that every time I'm out in the rain these days, I end up with a cold?!"
She looked at me, gently took my hand and replied:
"Blame it on the rain, it was finely falling..."
I'm happy to report that I'm feeling much better today. Of course, I would be since no illness can withstand the power of Milli Vanilli as sung by the coolest person on the planet.
And, just to keep my journal from turning into a complete schmoop-fest, I'm also happy to report that my Guitar Hero DS controller and EZ 3-in-1 Expansion Pack arrived from Hong Kong this morning. Now all I need is a tall glass of soda and a bowl of chips to make my day of gaming nirvana complete.
"I'm sick. Has to be because of spending all that time in the rain on Wednesday. Why is it that every time I'm out in the rain these days, I end up with a cold?!"
She looked at me, gently took my hand and replied:
"Blame it on the rain, it was finely falling..."
I'm happy to report that I'm feeling much better today. Of course, I would be since no illness can withstand the power of Milli Vanilli as sung by the coolest person on the planet.
And, just to keep my journal from turning into a complete schmoop-fest, I'm also happy to report that my Guitar Hero DS controller and EZ 3-in-1 Expansion Pack arrived from Hong Kong this morning. Now all I need is a tall glass of soda and a bowl of chips to make my day of gaming nirvana complete.
Just a moment.
Me in the kitchen, trying to spontaneously discover the recipe for perfect mashed potatoes. (I always get the ratio of potato-to-sour cream just a little bit wrong.)
My wife in the living room, playing Punchout!! on the Wii and recording a KO (a real KO, not the puny three-knockdowns-in-one-round TKO) on Piston Honda.
Me in the kitchen, knowing that my wife is the wonderful kind of person who won't care one iota if the mash is too creamy, but still wanting to make it perfect for her anyway.
My wife in the living room, moving on to a practice round with the next competitor, a burly Canuck who chugs maple syrup from a gallon jug, and asking me, "So, what's the trick?" (I've already beaten said competitor.)
Me, in the kitchen, feeling thankful. Just thankful.
I think married life definitely suits me. :)
My wife in the living room, playing Punchout!! on the Wii and recording a KO (a real KO, not the puny three-knockdowns-in-one-round TKO) on Piston Honda.
Me in the kitchen, knowing that my wife is the wonderful kind of person who won't care one iota if the mash is too creamy, but still wanting to make it perfect for her anyway.
My wife in the living room, moving on to a practice round with the next competitor, a burly Canuck who chugs maple syrup from a gallon jug, and asking me, "So, what's the trick?" (I've already beaten said competitor.)
Me, in the kitchen, feeling thankful. Just thankful.
I think married life definitely suits me. :)