last night, when i was driving home from work, there was this beautiful harvest moon, across the lake and over my neighborhood. it was gorgeous and HUGE. plus there were clouds drifting in front of it, to make it look even more exotic. when i got to my neighborhood, just minutes later, it was smaller and whiter. how’d it do that? in just minutes. the moon rules, it’s always doing sneaky stuff like that. i dig that crazy moon.
speaking of moons, i have not heard from the moons in a while. i wonder what they are up to. probably studying.
ok, special shout out to shmecky and josh. josh because he does read my blog, and commented upon it. and shmecky because she’s always read it, and commented on it. she loves me. don’t believe me? check out her comments. fee reads it as well. and she comments. so a special should to all three of them. wheeeeeee!! [i’m shouting “wheeee!” right now as i write. too bad i’m work while i’m doing it.]
hey, didn’t every mall in america used to have a Hot Dog on a Stick stand? they are hard to find now. my mall doesn’t have one. in fact, i only know of one in the greater seattle/king county area. it’s at westlake mall. downtown seattle. we went there at lunch today and i got a hot dog on a stick and it was GREAT! and it was on a stick.
evildeb asked me today if i thought that the whole “no ring on the middle finger” experiment was working. i said i notice absolutely no difference at this point. but i am not giving up yet… going to give the study a bit more time. but really, things were supposed to “fall into place” within a couple of weeks. or at least start to. ok. i’ve only been doing it for 7 days. it’s got another week to fall into place. everything, that is.

so, by now, you may be worried about me and my plan to become a test subject for the drug companies. so i thought i would fill you in on plan b. plan b is a two part plan the most immediate part is the less savory of the two, in my opinion. part one of plan b consists of me getting a seasonal holiday job through the end of the year. this, more than likely, means the mall. and anyone who knows me knows i am not looking forward to it. working at the mall at christmas. i know one thing for sure, it’s not going to be at hallmark. no way. i’d sooner sell an eyeball than work at hallmark at xmas. especially the day after. no freakin’ way. there are two stores that are hiring holiday help that i am considering. one is the candle store, Illuminations. i figure i might as well work where i might enjoy the discount, should there be one. it’s only temporary, i keep telling myself. only through the holidays. and the time will go so quickly.
part two of plan b is the long term solution. long term meaning, i figure i will have to do this for several months. i am going to go to bartending school. with bartending, i think i can make enough money for it to be worth my time to work a second job. the hours are mostly evenings, which is good. and it could be good for me socially. to get out the house and meet people. i think i could make a pretty good bartender. it’s in my blood, thank you grandpa nelson. and i grew up playing in the bar of the ivanhoe inn, pre-open for business hours. i love the smell of a bar. the smell of hot, super clean glasses and sweet liquors. it takes me back. i’m friendly and people tend to find me amusing, i’m good with the public. and hey, i even have a psych degree, in case that myth about bartenders being good listeners should come into play.
so that’s plan b. don’t get me wrong, play a – test subject for major pharmaceutical companies, may still come into play. who knows. i’m not counting it out. but even though i am an extremely lazy person, and i am not proud of the fact that i have gotten to a point where i need a part time job, i am feeling good about the fact that i am doing something about the problem. i’m looking forward to not being so worried. i’m also looking forward to practicing my cocktail making skills on evildeb. she loves sitting around and drinking cocktails.

i went to the zoo this weekend, with evildeb and baby maggie. and i think i may not be the best person for zoos. or maybe it’s just my mood. but they make me kinda sad. the bunnies in the “family farm” made me downright mad. they just had bunnies in a hutch. and one of them was a grey mini rex, looked a lot like the B. but i don’t understand why the chickens deserve a place to romp and play and be free range, when the bunnies don’t. they just have to sit there, in boxes. for the rest of their lives. i may start a campaign to build a new “rabbit habitat.”
most of the animals were hiding, as is typical whenever i am there. we weren’t there very long, and come to think of it, i saw absolutely zero big cats. and they are my favorite. but i did see the baby elephant, hansa. i have to say, we have a kick ass “elephant habitat,” at our zoo. apparently we love the elephants. just not the bunnies.
but the most shocking events of the weekend had nothing to do with the zoo. i did the weirdest thing. no, i did not go out saturday night. get real. i’m still me. i cleaned. happily, and with malicious intent to accomplish something. i reorganized the desk. which isn’t really cleaning, i like doing that. but vacuumed the house, i cleaned up and organized the cd’s. i took books to the Half Price Books to sell, i did 4 loads of laundry… it kept going on like this. throughout the weekend. it was pretty scary. i think it freaked pru out.
you’d think with that kind of productivity, over the weekend, i’d start monday with a happy and enthusiastic heart. but i’m in a poopy mood. however, at the same time, i’ve already accomplished the few things i had on my checklist. i only put a few things, because since i’ve come back from my time off, i have not been working at my full potential. i’ve been getting about half as much as normal done. maybe i’m back up to my normal speed? i don’t know. i’m still not in a good mood.

ok. i’ve been meaning to do this for many many days. i feel like i can’t write about anything else in blog until i get this over with. the breast reduction story. so let’s get started. it’s also appropriate since i am sitting here, topless, waiting for the vitamin e gel to absorb before putting my sports bra back on. it’s going to be much shorter than it would have been a week after the fact, since so much has happened since. but maybe that’s a blessing.
the reduction was on the 12th of sept. it was a 4 hour surgery. which is a pretty long surgery, when you think about it. my friend mary had a lumpectomy, in which they removed one tumor and 15 nodes, it only took an hour and a half. and that’s cancer, dude. anyway, i arrived early in the morning and i was surprised at how quickly they got started. i remember going into the o.r., and them telling me that they were giving me the anesthetic, and that it would take about 5 seconds to kick in. i was talking to the nurse, nancy, about my french braids, i remarked that this “felt creepy.” and i was out. next thing i remember, i’m being wheeled through hallways to my room. by this time, it was mid to late afternoon. i don’t know exactly, i was out of it.
now my mom pattie, keeps remarking at how alert i was when i got there. i answered questions and even made wise cracks. but to be honest, i don’t remember it that way. but once i was in bed, i do remember them explaining my best friend to me. the self administered demerol. “the button.” dr. n told me, before the surgery, that i would have no appetite. that maybe i’d manage some ice chips at first, to deal with the thirst. and work my way up to water later that evening. but when the nurse asked me if i wanted water, i said yes. and 20 minutes later i said yes to grape juice.
time is blurry from then on. my mom went to get chapstick for me, because my lips looked dry, and evildeb showed up. she gave me presents from the team, and from her. including a picture of maggie. i’m sure i had some sort of conversation with her. i don’t know. we’ll have to ask her. i know my mom left for a while, probably to go have some dinner with bob. i ended up eating dinner. it was all beige. vanilla pudding, milk shake, applesauce, “pureed soup” of a chicken sort. but i was kicking this procedure’s ass. my biggest concern was that i would feel nauseous. but you know, i never did. kicked it’s ass, i’m telling you. ron [stepdad] was there during dinner. and then my mom came back. and my aunt and uncle. pattie was so sweet, she volunteered to stay and spend the night in the chair, but i was fine.
i’m spending way too much time on the hospital, aren’t i? i’ll tried to speed it up. well, i peed like a champ [they like that sort of thing there], was off the demerol by 2 am, and on to percocet, and had breakfast as well. and left 3 hours ahead of schedule. the whole kicking ass thing again. you don’t sleep a lot, or at least all at once, in a hospital, so i was looking forward to going home.
let’s call that part one, of the recovery story. and continue tomorrow with the next week, at home, tomorrow.

that’s right. i’m eating crack chicken for dinner again. look, i had to go to the mall anyway, to pick something up. it’s there, it’s easy, i don’t have to cook anything and it comes with it’s own utensils. how can i resist?
well, i have two more days left, until b-day. and i admit it, i’m getting a little freaked out. not overly so. i still believe this will be a piece of cake. i believe that i will NOT experience any nausea after the surgery. but man… i just don’t like the idea of staying overnight at the hospital. overlake called me twice today. once to preregister me, and the other for a health history. that means it’s real. they are really going to cut me.
evildeb is going to take care of the pru. she’s going to take her home thursday after work. while i am at the hospital and unable to care. and she will bring her back saturday. but that means i will be without my snuggle kitten friday night. and i HATE that idea. but it’s probably for the best. i probably won’t even feel like dealing with a playful kitten my first night home. since the first two days are supposed to be the worst. but man… take away my kitty? that’s hard core, dude. i’ll miss her something awful.
at this point, i have nothing really interesting to say. i just got home from work. i’m going to go clean the kitchen now. which i will hate doing. and it’s at that point when i will have all the interesting things to say, i bet!!

yes, fee, i am am happy that someone reads my blog! 🙂
snippy co-worker day. one of those situations where you are in a meeting together, with a guest speaker, and you feel you have to overcompensate for co-workers attitude [which made me flinch, today] by being very very sweet or encouraging. i hate that. i also hate the constant negativity. bogs me down. just put on my earphones and try to keep to myself. or play with the sunny co-workers. who leave early, or work so hard they forget to pay attention to you all day. bah. but, i’ve been battling the blues for a couple of months now. and my inner sunshine is a vulnerable thing, lately. and when he gets all negative, it can really affect me. lately. i don’t need that crap. we are about to implement a plan, tomorrow, that will potentially, almost certainly, be a gigantic pain in our ass. but he doesn’t help, when gets bitchy about it. it’s hard enough without that.
worst part is, i’m complaining about the same person who made me so happy yesterday, by bringing in 70gb’s of mp3’s to play with. see how fickle i am? mooooo-DEE!
so i forced the ebil webster to talk to me last night. i didn’t spell that wrong. he’s ebil. it’s slightly less than evil. which is what deb is, and that is why we call her evildeb. anyway, he’s not as evil as that. but he’s ebil… which is kinda how a little kid would say “evil.” webster is little kid evil. yes. not very evil, is it? no. kinda sad really. proof that he’s ebil? he sent me this. i don’t know, maybe you like the White Stripes. but i think that site is disrespectful of kittens. not that he cares, he sics his dog on kittens and then laughs an ebil laugh as they run away. e-b-i-l. i just wish he were in touch more, with his feelings. so he could admit he was mad at me, and we could work it out. such denial.
i think everyone is liking the new board format. i haven’t heard from the board cult leader yet. she thinks because it’s her birthday tomorrow, she doesn’t have ot pay attention? ha! well, she’ll miss all her happy birthday posts, then. 🙂 well, let’s go check out her psyche. it’s online for all to enjoy!

to continue today’s space odyssey quote title theme.
i’d like to thank arifa and tom for their comments. commenting is FUN! who needs a board. we can all just comment on my journal. 🙂
i’d like to rant about something other than my web server issues. as previously stated in yesterday’s blog entry, evildeb gave me a surround sound system for free. five speakers, subwoofer, and receiver. she decided it no longer worked the way she’d like it too. she wanted to a buy a new one. so she did! and it’s lovely. yesterday, lonnie and corie came over to help me hook it up. in the process, we decided that the fung shui of the room was not adequate for a surround sound system, and we needed to move everything about. which meant unhooking my “theatre” system, taking things out of shelves and heavy oak cabinets, moving, hooking things up again. it was sweaty, sticky work. and now a bomb has exploded in my casita, since i have to now put everything back.
anyway, the rant part is coming up now. midway thru the evening, we went to the MALL for panda chinese and to visit radio shack. i spend a lot of time at radio shack. i’m a do-it myself kinda girl. i use the girly out clause only for issues of an automotive-repair nature. [honestly, i have no idea how to change a flat tire! *giggle*] i used to think that the radio shack guys were techno wizards!! i held them in the highest esteem. but you know what? they don’t know shit. i cannot tell you how many times i have gone in and asked them if something was possible, receive a negative response, do my own research and find out it is. i go in asking for items i find on their web site and they have no idea what it is. am i the only one? they know nothing at radio shack! it was a loss of innocence, when i was first confronted with that reality, i’ll tell you what. kinda like realizing you dad can’t do everything.
no news on uberbrain.com. 🙁 the worst part is, anyone who emails me, arifa or my friend lonnie, is going to get their mail returned to them. eeek.
aren’t blogs just great? you can talk and talk and talk.