i’ve just spent about the last hour and a half, examining the softer side of sears. an hour and a half and $258. i had to get the two new tires. they tried to talk me into getting all four. but i am too wiley to fall for their smooth salesmen ways.
i’ve logged back in to tell you two things. first, i want everyone to know that my friend webster is mad and me, and he is ignoring me. for no apparent reason. i think that is very childish, and i am sure you will all agree. [it’s important that you agree with me, and not webster. even if you don’t know webster. ] i have done nothing to warrent this type of treatment, and i hope he comes to his senses soon.
second, i have to send you to this link, so you can check out prudence kitty’s personal vet, my uncle skip. the best part of the article is the quote, Tigers don’t necessarily like having a needle stuck in their butt.” in the printed version, this was a pull quote – highlighted in all it’s glory. everyone in the fam agreed, it was tres skip. i asked my mom why i have memories of skip taking me to visit a bengel tiger when i was a kid. she says because he did take me to see a bengel tiger. not at the zoo. but somewhere else. the tiger was acting in a film. so it was a trained tiger. and i was standing next to it, petting it. i was only about 4 or 5. it was a young tiger. it’s big in my memory, but pattie says it was a cub. we’ve been “backstage” at the big cat house, at woodland park zoo, as well. many years ago. when skip stilled worked for them. now he never takes us anywhere interesting. 🙂
oh. it was an hour and a half, $258, plus another $16 for the sports bra i bought. pk is spazing out, i think she needs ‘ttention.

bonus points if you know what movie that quote came from. bonuse points aren’t really good for anything. you can’t trade them in for prizes. they don’t get you extra days off with pay, or more stock options, or extra credit. bonus points exist simply to make you feel superior to those around you. and who can put a price on that? you can’t. it’s priceless.
sorry about the whining. i feel better today. not great, but better. i’m pretty sure that i feel better because shmecky loves me and because fee watched Amelie for me. 🙂 [when describing Amelie to Kam, she said it was me, in a movie, only speaking french. which i consider a huge compliment.] i still have to get two new tires at lunch today, but that is just the way it is. i’ve learned to accept it in the last 21 hours. i think i’ve grown from the whole process.
i’m a bad mommy. just ask my kitty. i torture her. on the mornings that i work, during the week, i feed her her breakfast right before i leave. i don’t hop out of bed, run to her dish, and feed her. which is how i think that a good mommy would do it. according to pk. [prudence kitty] i do it on my way out, so she doesn’t try to run out in the hall with me as i leave. and also, dammit, i’m the alpha kitty!! 🙂 but you should hear the sad sad little mews i get. such pain and torture!!
dr. stevil brought in his external firewire drive with 70GB of mp3’s on it, for me to play with today!! isn’t that sweet? that made me happy. in case you were wondering, 70gb of mp3s is what is referred to, technically, as a BUTTLOAD of mp3s. the amount of time it must take to just record all the data somewhere, in some fashion that allows you to find what you really have, on that hard drive. it’s a beautiful collection. and it’s going to take me all day to play with it. maybe more. who knows.
B minus 8 days until the boobie-oscopy. getting a wee bit tweeked about the surgery part. ick. sigh. i’m still excited to get it done. it’s just… really really real now. now. 2.5 days of work left this week and only 3 next week. oy. and i’m beginning to wonder if i will get the casita clean enough for pattie’s comfort. i need someone to come over while i clean. i get so much more done if someone is over at my house while i clean. they don’t have to do anything. just sit there and keep me company and occasionally point out when i am stalling. any volunteers?

congratulations, shmecky, on your new nephew!! and, in my opinion, that most certainly does count as an uberbaby. you are such a great aunt, that is one lucky kid.
not my day today. i’m sick. have a bad headache, but am not allowed anything but tylenol at this point. which does NOTHING. got a flat tire at lunch, and now i am going to have to get two new tires. everyone else has the day off. practicially everyone else. i’m tired. i’m disappointed in myself, as well. i didn’t get as much done, this weekend, as i wanted to. and, i still haven’t figured out how to make the bbs3k work, even though the domain itself is working. i can’t get the script to write the posts to the main wwwboard page. i don’t know why. and this morning i sort of decided i was fed up with it all. that is most likely because i am not feeling that great. i’m sure i’ll tackle it again later and figure it all out. someday. not today, tho.
i’m whiny today. i should just stop writing now, before this gets outta hand.

sigh. sorry. the link below is wrong and i never noticed that the test posts didn’t actually show up on the web page. it looked like i was posting. awwww… nuts. i’m tired of it. i’m not going to think about it for the rest of the day. i’ll think about it tomorrow. yes….tomorrow.

wheeeee!!! it’s back up!! the the bbs3k is available at it’s temporary address!! thank god! it only took about 97% of the alotted brain i was given when i left the house this morning, [some of the brains wanted to sleep in] to figure out how to edit those perl scripts. if you are under the impression that i know anything about perl, you are sadly mistaken. this doesn’t mean i’ve fixed my domain name server woes. otherwise we would not have to use the temp address. but it’s a start.
last night, lonnie came over to help me finish up with the moving of the furniture and hiding of the cables and wires. then we hung out at the skate park. because i sooooo fit in there. no, lonnie wanted to skate up and down concrete curves, hills and valleys on his longboard. there was this great kid there, blond, shirtless, pierced nipple, baggy jeans that allowed me to see about 1/3 of his plaid boxers. he kept trying to do some thing over and over. i think he was supposed to land by flipping the board with his feet and then landing back on it. i don’t know. anyway, every signle time he failed [because he failed every time] he let out this “ARRRGHHHH!” loud enough so that everyone could hear how he was suffering for his art. it was great. he was a regular little skateboard princess. one time, the frustration of his struggles for perfection so vexed him, he threw the board across the concrete bowl thing and on to the grass. with the mightiest of aaarrrghhh’s yet. such such dedication. it needed a soundtrack.

there is a crazy lady posting on the forums. not the bbs3k… but THESE FORUMS. i would like to do a short skit, illustrating the level of crazy i am talking about. you know that i know what i am talking about here.
ok, this skit stars a hypothetical crazy lady customer and a hypothetical phone technician. and here is a small snippet of a conversation between the two.
tech: in order to import graphic files into the document, you use the file>place command.
clc: THAT’S RIDICULOUS!! when you chose “place” you aren’t GOING ANYWHERE!! and everyone KNOWS that a place is somewhere you GO!!
technician then explains the verb form of the word place.
imagine that conversation going on and on and on. for hours and hours and hours. insert sreaming and yelling for good measure. that’s the life of phone support. thank god i am off the phones.
still no communication from verisign. sent the 2nd fax. i’ll call again tomorrow.

hi! that’s just something lance said at lunch. he said something else i liked, but i can’t remember what it was.
so, i’ve been playing around with the design a bit. just for fun. taking style sheets from other sites and making changes. figuring out how this whole movable type thing works. by the way, regarding the bbs3k, i have still NOT received any help from network solutions. they keep telling me to do the same thing over and over. fill out the same form and fax it. all replies to my inquiries are form e-mails. it’s making me mad. stupid e-mail support… it can be way sucky, sometimes. so now i am on the phone. and he keeps calling me miss jodi. they called me miss jodi when i worked at the day care. it’s funny. plus he has an indian accent. which makes it cuter. anyway, i followed their instructions to the T, but they must have left some other letters out of the instructions. because what i faxed was not good enough. but they could not actually let me know. the tech says, if i follow the prooper procedure, it should be fixed in up to THREE DAYS!! i’m mostly annoyed at verio, because i registered the domain thru them, and now they act like they’ve never heard of it. but in actually, i’m blaming everything on my boobies for the next two weeks.
speaking of boobies, the countdown has begun for surgery. B minus 13 days. preporations for the 13th day include…. ummm. getting a massage. yes. i have a massage at 4. it’s an integral part of the process. believe me, my boobies will thank me later.

for those of you interested in the location of your bbs3k message board… i know it’s there somewhere. the temp address does not work for posting, because it wants to post to the domain uberbrain.com.
and, as we all know by now, i’ve lost uberbrain.com. and i cannot quite convince people that it was mine to begin with. let that be a lesson to you kids. always keep your contact info current. it doesn’t help you if they send the top secret info you need to a now defunct address.
woe is me. or is it whoa is me? i don’t know. but look!! i’ve added fun comment features to the blog!! so you can comment on how much i suck, if you like.

i doubt seriously there is anything i can put in this blog that cannot be titled with a quote from an Eddie Izzard concert. i’m sure i will tire of it eventually.
i’ve just set up this blog. testing it out a bit. wasting the last five minutes before i leave work. it has no specific purpose, this blog. although i suspect, over the next few weeks, it will be focusing on my upcoming surgery. since i am a little freaked about it. in a good way. and a nervous way. it distracts me from most other things in life. Except for one thing, Prudence. Prudence and the surgery. those are my current obsessions. Prudence, the surgery, and cleaning my house before the surgery as promised to my mother. Prudence, the surgery, cleaning my house before the surgery as promised to my mom, and hooking up the surround sound system evildeb gave me for free.
and getting this blog up and running.

1. I got married in July.
2. I had no idea I would like being married so much.
3. I think my family had given up hope of me ever getting married. Which is terribly old fashioned of them, don’t you think?
4. I met my husband via my blog. Doesn’t that sound a bit like a Lifetime movie?
5. I’m an American girl, living in Canada.
6. My husband is Canadian, that’s why I live in Canada.
7. In my opinion, what Canada needs most is Nordstrom and Target. And more Dr Pepper.
8. I am currently a housewife, due to lack of visa.
9. I’m addicted to Dr Pepper.
10. I have green eyes, but they didn’t turn green until I was in grade school.
11. My eyes used to be blue green.
12. For five and a half years I had a house bunny named Phoebe, she was known across the world as The B.
13. Now I have a cat named Pru and a cat named Momo.
14. I can’t remember a time when I could not read.
15. I’d rather read books than do just about anything. Just about anything… but not everything.
16. I can cross one eye at a time.
17. I have a hard time finishing what I’ve started.
18. I’m a night person, if left to my own circadian rhythm, I will become nocturnal.
19. I don’t sleep much, average of 4 hours on a school night.
20. If I don’t have to wake up any particular time in the morning, I will sleep a full 8 hours, maybe more.
21. I have been treated for depression.
22. I think blogging is better than therapy.
23. I come from a family of addicts.
24. I do not posses the addictive gene, despite what I said above about Dr Pepper.
25. I have a tattoo on the back of my left shoulder.
26. I am a Unitarian.
27. My tattoo is a flaming chalice, with green flames.
28. Right now, right this second as I am updating my list of 101 things… I am eating Chinese Chicken Salad. My mother’s recipe.
29. I have a potty mouth.
30. I have a nose piercing.
31. My mom thought I was too old to get my nose pierced.
32. I was about 33 at the time.
33. I have a stepdaughter.
34. I have super-duper denial capabilities.
35. I want to be a writer.
36. I often remember my dreams.
37. I wish I wrote them down, however, so I could hang on to the details.
38. I desperately want to be telekinetic.
39. I also want to be THE BEST PSYCHIC IN THE WORLD so I could be a psychic detective.
40. I wanted to be a private detective when I was growing up.
41. Or a teacher, or a writer or a dolphin psychologist.
42. My parents divorced when I was five.
43. I once chased a bank robber down the street with my friend Dee Dee. He was on foot, we were in her civic.
44. We didn’t catch him.
45. We only chased him because a woman came out of the bank and said “follow that man he just robbed the bank.”
46. If we had caught him, I’m not sure what we would have done with him.
47. My mom and stepfather divorced when I was 33. I think this divorce was harder than the first, for me.
48. My father passed away, suddenly, when I was 26.
49. My stepfather passed away, slowly, when I was 39.
50. I have two brothers.
51. Technically, it would be 1.5 brothers I imagine, one belongs to my stepmother and father.
52. My older brother is 2 years older than me.
53. My younger brother [half] is 13 years younger than me.
54. He was a pain in the ass when he was a kid, but I love him to bits now. Even if he is a vegan.
55. I don’t trust vegans. I think it “means something” when you chose to be a vegan. Probably that you have “issues.”
56. I have issues but I am a complete carnivore. meat meat meat!!
57. If my only choice is no-fat anything, I’d rather not have it.
58. We live on a busy street, I sit at the window and watch people walk by. I make up stories about them and/or try to decide if they are more or less happy than I am.
59. I worked at McDonalds when I was in high school. I lasted 4 months. I wasn’t fired, I quit.
60. I did not study anything computer related in school, not even in college.
61. I got into computers when someone put a mac on my desk and told me to watch it for incoming files.
62. That was in 93 or so? It escalated from there.
63. I am a mac user. 100%
64. I have a B.A. in Psychology from the University of Washington.
65. I was born in Denver, in the same hospital as my brother and also as my father.
66. After that it went, Phoenix, Dallas, Seattle, Grand Junction, Tulsa, SF Bay Area, San Diego, Seattle.
67. I spent my summers in the Bay Area, with my dad and stepmonster.
68. She knows I call her my stepmonster. With love.
69. I never used to cook. Now that I am married, I cook. I might be getting better at it.
70. I don’t sew.
71. I don’t do crafty things.
72. Therefore, it is possible, judging from my family, I am adopted.
73. I used to tell people I was adopted, that my real parents were a Russian Gypsy and a Spanish Aristocrat.
74. There is no Russian or Spanish blood in my veins, but I am fascinated by Russian culture and want to learn to speak it.
75. I’m Irish, Scottish, Swedish, Norwegian and rumor has it, Dutch.
76. I’ve never left North America.
77. I am not well travelled, outside of this country.
78. I can say four things in Japanese.
79. Abunai!! means Danger! Watch out! in japanese. It works best when you yell it.
80. If you invite me over for Thanksgiving dinner, you should probably know… I like dark meat.
81. I’m very very lazy.
82. I’m a Libra.
83. I’m Housekeeping Challenged.
84. I have a cello which I play very poorly. Very poorly indeed.
85. I was with my Mo¸r Mo¸r when she met President Ford. He stopped in Grand Junction and shook hands. He shook hers. Not mine, however.
86. I read comic books.
87. Not only could I do a list of a hundred things, I could do a list of 900 if you wanted. They wouldn’t all be interesting, tho.
88. When I was in grade school, my teachers would always isolate my desk because I was too social.
89. I hate the telephone. I usually don’t answer it.
90. Well, maybe not 900. But 100 is pretty damn easy.
91. I am a member of the ‹berbrain.
92. I realize I said that I do not posses the addictive gene, but I am a bit addicted to blogging.
93. I go through phases where I eat the same things repeatedly, and then don’t eat them again for years. Ex: stovetop stuffing phase. Ate it every day.
94. I think that chips and salsa is a perfectly good dinner.
95. People think I am funny.
96. They also think I am strange.
97. And stubborn and hardheaded. That I have a “smart mouth.” Perhaps a wee bit difficult.
98. Who cares what they think?
99. i scold people for being rude in stores, especially if they are unnecessarily rude to sales people or clerks. Or they cut in line in front of me.
100. I’m a bit of a train wreck, actually. Occasional derailment with no casualties.
101. Oh… one more thing… I love getting comments on my blog, especially from people I do not know, who then comment enough that I start to get to know them. If that makes any sense.