are finally going up... no, i haven't started my cards yet don't know if i will do them this year gary doesn't want me to cuz i get too stressed... again, WHAT DO YA'LL THINK?
Gonna 'do' something drastic to my hair. Don't know what yet... prolly short again (my hair is pulled back in this picture to show what it would look like) And maybe gonna 'do' something with the greys.... just LOOK at them all! whatcha'll think?
A night to remember. Fire, smores, children, the ice-maker, a dog. A green glider that was possessed. Too much fun on a Saturday night without pictures. I'm sorry the camera didn't make an appearance, but perhaps our own memories will suffice. I received a tea-set from Santa Clause, the Pirate. Other gifts included an i-pod and a steak. Wow, I'm sore...
Biscuit the cat, the wonderful, wonderful cat is at it again: he held a massacre in my bathroom- again. There was blood all over the floor as well as pieces of, well... shudder... i just won't say. This time we saw what he was sacrificing to the great cat in the sky. I won't say what it was, except that, well,Mr. McGregor would be proud.
Today was the first exam in my current math class. It was easy 'cept a big old problem involving how many grains of sand in the Sahara desert. Oh my.... I'm pretty sure I got it right after a quick polling after class. I will let you know. My teacher lets us pick 6 out of 10 questions to answer. This is really cool but strange in that I seem to answer the ones that others don't wanna. Like doing the graphs (scatter plots, box 'n whiskers, etc).
I love stats! Next we're studying probabilities.
Oh, and I volunteered to work a college information day today and had to wear the dorkiest blue T-shirt along w/ nice, shiny black pants.
I've told some one you about the trip to Dallas to visit a band, "MuteMath" that Levi has been working and touring with for several months. I've also told some of you about the drummer and how he 'ducts tapes headphones to his head'. Tis true, folks:
Update: I attended Introduction to Outdoor Leadership Skills (IOLS) training for Boy Scouts. This training is designed to develop outdoor camping skills of scout leaders and focuses on troop structure, camping, scouting skills, outdoor cooking. It also happens to be "mind-numbingly boring".
Me and my tent: My first dutch-oven dish: My patrol was called "Geezer Patrol" and was made up of me and 6 really old men... (they thought they were anyway). I refused to be a Geezer but agreed to make the flag (wool-felted, tutorial to follow...). Even though I was forced to use the dutch-oven, I refused to cook for my patrol but instead opted to clean after all meals (scout-style consisting of three tubs- hot soap, hot rinse and cold rinse w/ bleach). The Geezers seemed happy with this arrangement. It's amazing what a man can and will cook in the great outdoors...
I mastered lots of scout skills and received the only '100' in orienteering and was the first to make a true fire. Of course the Geezer flag won first place in the Flag Competition and the whole patrol took first in the Dutch-Oven Dessert Presentation Competition. Oh, and we had the Best Overall Campsite.
Am I overexaggerating? NO. Am I bragging? YES
Why? Because it was a weekend to be endured that began Friday afternoon and ended Sunday afternoon... Truly brutal when I should be/could be studying.
The only thing I have to say is that Henry had better become Eagle after this :) Oh, and only 50% of the weekend was "mind-numbingly boring"...
I always: talk to strangers drink a diet coke for breakfast stay up too late dream of an 'art room' love new music forget my meds am late sending birthday greetings stumble
I sometimes: volunteer clean my house wear purple (but only cuz i haveta) think i am interesting clean up squirrel massacres in my bathroom dream of horse races lose my keys facebook
I never: eat veal take vitamins smoke listen to c&w music wear high-heel shoes put the butter back in the fridge twitter
Doctor visits are usually the same every time. I enter the office with a sense of uncertainty- how long will the wait be, what will the diagnosis be, will there be lab work? You know it.
Today was no different. The wait in the initial waiting room was very long and very cold. There were odd conversations between an older gentleman with his meds in a plastic tackle box and a twenty year old army dude w/ flu-like symptoms. The older gentleman just knew he wouldn't be infected by the army guy but was quite taken aback by the intensity of my cough and backed away. So, to oblige him, I huddled in the corner coughing into my sleeve which is proper cold etiquette at schools nowadays.
After the older gentleman and the army dude were led to the back, it was my turn. The scale looms in the dark.... no comments here. The small sterile waiting room in the back became sort of a haven for me in that it was darker and much, much warmer than the previous room. The People mags were from April and August of this year (there were no New Yorkers) and were ratty and worn especially on the corners. All I learned was that Melissa Gilbert and Rob Lowe had dated after her Little House days and that Kate ( John and Kate plus Eight) spent $128 on a bathing suit during her beach vacay this summer. All of this information helped me to realize that I really didn't feel well and was still very cold. So I pulled my arms into my sleeves and curled up on the table. Sleep came quickly.
The doctor woke me with the usual pleasantries, asking how I was, how was my family, etc. He did seem to be surprised that I was asleep; however, I can sleep almost anywhere. He looked in my ears, nose, throat; listened to my chest and back and decided that I am suffering from "asthmatic bronchitis". He informed me that had I waited a day or two, my condition would most likely have deteriorated into pneumonia. The proverbial bullet had been dodged!
Now, after a list of prescriptions and a shot in my backside, it was off to the same old check-out desk. After my quick trip to the restrooms, I looked at my watch and realized that this doctor visit had been the same as all the others- uneventful (except for the nap).
So I just stumbled onto a website called "The Belly Project" which, yeah, you guessed it - shows pics of random women's bellies that they take themselves.
But after looking at these "27 year old, no pregnancy" women's bellies, No, actually, I think my belly looks pretty wicked considering.....
Oh there won't be any postings or pics of my belly on teh internets anytime soon unless you can find the rare footage that Lily collected some 4-5 days post-op!
You used to dream yourself away each night To places that you'd never been On wings made of wishes That you whispered to yourself Back when every night the moon and you Would sweep away to places That you knew Where you would never get the blues