Because you needed to see her, here is a picture of Tangwen, my Lvl 28 Night Elf Hunter, her pet cat, Hobbes, and her new axe, Dexter. Dexter, who has many special “buffs” I can’t recall right now, was a present from her gf, Ikilu. Who is my bf. It’s terribly complicated. No, the game does not make you name your weapons, I just like doing that. Her sword is named Joan.
Yes, I am that big of a geek.
man, I gotta do some laundry.
Tomorrow is the last day, kids!
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I hesitate to write this blog entry. It definitely falls under the TMI category. It’s not gross, but no one really needs to know this detail about my life. However…
As I mentioned, I went to the doctor last week. I was trying to convince them to give me back the birth control pills. They took them away from me over a decade ago, when I suddenly had high blood pressure. It’s very odd for a 26 year old to have high blood pressure, so they ran all manner of tests, and I found a doctor visit that is actually more humiliating, more humbling, and more painful than the trip to the ob/gyn…. the urologist. But, they found nothing wrong and just proclaimed me a high pressure freak of nature. It wasn’t until recently that I wanted to revisit my method of birth control. They took my pressure last week, and it was a very respectable 120/70. This is low for me. Very low. The lowest it’s been since before it went high. I thought it was a fluke, but didn’t say anything, since I wanted them to give me The Pill back. They read my history, they didn’t fall for it.
Which is why I went back yesterday. For a “fitting.” Sorry, but it’s part of the story. I mean, it’s why I’m writing this in the first place. The blood pressure is a B plot. An aside note. Yesterday it was 110/70 – FREAKISHLY low for me. So, I guess it’s not a fluke. And here’s the thing, it’s not the meds because, and I know this dumb, I haven’t been taking it. I forget a lot. And then I run out. So I guess I just have gone low pressure. Maybe I have a pressure leak? An escape valve?
So, all the ladies will know what it means, when I say I was undressed and draped, sitting on the table when the fitter came in the room. Let’s call her Sally. Sally is British and has a delightful accent.
Sally: Sooooo, you came for a fitting. Wonderful! Let’s get the gloves, oops, wrong size, I need small… small hands… Sally small hands! So much the better for the patient, eh?
Me: Do they call you that?
Sally: What?
Me: Sally Small Hands.
Sally – confused: No. They call me Sally.
After Sally gets a feel for you, she picks a size, explains the details of the device and then, well, inserts it. Then she made me stand up. While holding the sheet about my waste, she made me jump up and down, squat, and wiggle my butt. To make sure it was comfortable. When I wasn’t as active as she wanted, she joined me. And together, we jumped up and down, squatted, and did a dance similar to the Chicken Dance of wedding reception fame. Although, she had pants on and I tried to hold the sheet around my waste to keep from exposing my ass. Which I was wiggling. All this was to check the “feel” and “fit” of the device. Or humiliate me, one of the two.
Still, not as bad as a trip to the urologist.
I don’t know if you noticed the downtime, but I exceeded my bandwidth for the month. By the 17th of December. I never exceed my bandwidth, I’m not that popular. It was very unusual. After some frantic please to support, and some guided investigation, I found that two blogs still existed on an old install of Moveable Type, on uberbrain.com. Both of these hosted blogs have been moved over to my jodiferous.com install, as I have an unlimited author license there. However, spammers had found these vestiges and bombarded them with spam. For instance, one had 47+ thousand comments, only 19 of which were legitimate and those were from two years ago. The rest all came in in the last 30 days. This is the only thing I can find that is unusual, activity wise. So I took care of it, added a couple of gigs for the rest of the month, and we’ll see how it goes. All the spams seemed to originate from in IP in Amsterdam. Which leads me to wonder if maybe pot is more dangerous than we original thought.
Poor Amsterdam, I know you don’t all smoke pot, and I’m sorry that, for many, the first thing that pops into our heads when we think of you is pot. However, I will tell you this, I very very very much want to visit Amsterdam and I have heard nothing but glowing remarks about it, from friends who have visited. And only some of them were even interested in the pot. I’ll try hard to think of “canals” from now on, when I think of you. Or maybe Anne Frank. Possibly the red light distract.
So this is my last week at work. I’d be more excited except I’m a little drained today. I’ll be happy when this week, and the holidays, are over, frankly. I’m feeling disconnected from Christmas, even though I have tried to get into the spirit. I still have shopping to do, most of my shopping has been online. Which is great, but maybe that’s why I’m not feeling the jingle bells. I don’t even have my wrapping paper for this year. I usually pick out my wrapping paper first, I look forward to it. I’m very picky and never used left overs from last year. Picky, not frugal. But this year, I’m thinking I might just do that. Use the left overs. But, the week is not over, I still have to go to the mall, we’ll see what happens when I hit the Container Store’s Gift Wrap Wonderland.
I haven't posted a Then and Now in a while, because I haven't really had anything that inspired me. In fact, I became bored with my music, so I started to look for something new.
This is what I've found. I LOVE IT, because the drummer tap dances the percussion. How cool is that?
Bad Education – Tilly and the Wall
Yesterday I had a dr’s appt. A FEMALE doctor’s appt. The doctor was female as well. Anyhoo, it’s the bestest most fun kind of appt to have, any gal can tell you that. They ask you all sorts of really personal questions. “Are you sexually active?” That was always fun, when I was single. Well, define “active.” Why do they call it “birth control?” It’s not the birth you want to control, it’s the conception. They should call it “conception control.”
Having a “partner” adds a new twist to their questions. I guess they assume we have grown up discussions where we plan the details of our future and construct a timeline. If they saw my life, my home, my car, the inside of my purse, my cube at work… they’d know better than to think I’m that organized. I’ll tell you what I’ve planned. I’m moving to Canada. That’s about it.
Them: Are you planning on having children?
Me: Uhhh… ok…. yes? sorta.
Them: Have you thought about when you might want to become pregnant?
Me: pregnant? ohhh… ummm…
Them: At your age, the window of opportunity is starting to narrow.
Me: oh dear.
Them: It’s something to think about.
Me: Well… I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!
Them: Yes, well, that’s an excellent start.
But, you know, no pressure or anything.
Yesterday I hit the drive thru for lunch, and after the Expedient Nourishment Technician gave me the total, I pulled around the Window One with 7 1’s in my hand and just looked at him. I wanted him to repeat the total:
ENT: That’s $6.66.
Me: Ooooooo
ENT: Yes… 3 6’s.
Me: IT’S THE LUNCH OF THE DEVIL!!!
ENT: Oh, yes. Ha. Here is your change, 34 cents.
Me: My lunch is CURSED!!
ENT: OK, Ha. Yes.
Me: My lunch is EVIL!! Oh woe is me! I’m DOOMED!!
ENT: Ok, your lunch is at the 2nd window, please drive thru.
Me: Sandwich of Saaaaaatan!
It’s ok, tho. I stopped off and got a Dr Pepper, which totally counteracts any evil from the lunch. I’m good.
bad pipes. Burst while I was on vacation. Yuck.
Please hold… I will have big post coming tonight or tomorrow, ok? We’ll talk. It will be good.
