AKA “Uncategorized”
Not to leave us at 9:15 this morning in the ICU. From infections and clots and strokes.
Ruth T. M.
December 10, 1927 – January 24, 2008
Goodbye, Grandma. 🙁
Whether passing away or taking a dirt nap or somewhere between livor and rigor mortis… or getting into heaven or undergoing a metamorphosis of the soul…
I don’t really believe in hell, but God better NOT have sent you there, or once I’m out of here, I’m totally kicking His ass.
I guess I’ll be moving soon. :irked:
🙁
At work, I sit up front in the reception area (because they ran out of room in the lab, and being the lowest rung employee, I’m the movable one, hehe). I still do lab work, just my desk is up front now. So I get to deal with what comes with that task.
One thing that has annoyed me, and keeps happening in the year and a half or so I’ve been sitting at this spot. We’re in suite 220. Straight across the hall is suite 200. You know, it’s in plain sight. On our floor, there’s just four suites in a little cluster there. Plain sight. Everyone has the same grey plaque outside the door saying the company name and the suite number.
Continue reading “Invisible Suite”
Sigh. Christmas is over. 🙁
Well, after tonight anyway. Epiphany has come, the Three Wise Men have given their gifts, and now the celebration has come to a close. Well, not in our house, since we decided to leave the decorations up until Grandma gets back from the hospital. Yeah, she’s back in the hospital. It might be a while. Might still be Christmas around here past Easter, heh. Well, I hope not. We want her out sooner.
But for the most part anyway, time to take down decorations. Take those lights off my window. Already took down the garland and little red tree that I had up at work. That made me sad. Now my desk area is all bland and non-festive. Sigh. 🙁
And, of course, take down my little lights right here under my posts.
Until November 27, 2008.
Another Christmas has come upon us! Joy to the world!
I tell you, was a gorgeous Christmas Day here. Sunny and clear and quiet outside. Better than last year when it was raining. Made me think of the Emerson, Lake, and Palmer song “I Believe in Father Christmas”. First line goes: You said there’d be snow at Christmas, you said there’d be peace on earth, but instead it just kept on raining, a veil of tears for the virgin birth.
But, yeah, that was last year. This year, was a nice day. True, snow would have been way better, but not a bad day still.
Just one little issue. Grandma got sick about five days ago and hasn’t been well since. And after this morning she fell down after getting out of bed, and was too weak to pick herself back up and was on the floor for THREE HOURS, something was really wrong. Don’t know yet. Also been running a fever.
Could be something. Could be nothing. This afternoon, my dad and aunt and the rest of us decided it was time she went to the hospital. Dad, aunt, sister, and cousins took grandma to the hospital, and I stayed home to keep track of things here, plus I’m the only one who has work tomorrow and can’t do the late night if it came to that.
Interesting thing, though. I still feel like this was a good Christmas. If you’d told me before that we’d have something like this happen on Christmas Day, I’d shudder at the thought, feel like that would ruin it for sure. But it doesn’t feel ruined. Nor do I feel like this happening today made this any worse in particular. Magic of Christmas right there, I guess. Christmas still came all the same despite some adversity. I feel like a Who!
And, like the last two years, here’s my Christmas videos!
UN: xmas
PW: tree
Yeah, I know, it’s the same as last year even though I had said it was temporary. Whatever.
Last weekend, I finally bought a string of sequencing Christmas lights. Last night, I got them out of the box, plugged them in, and watched them flicker and flash! They were plugged in and sitting in a pile on my lap. Weird!
So I strung them around my window, which is right next to my computer. A little awkward and half assed, but still cool looking.
But I mentioned this already last year in Lights Please. Colored sequencing lights are win.
Except I had to turn them off after a while because they were giving me a headache and making me nauseous, LOL. Bah! :irked:
This is the exact same type string we had many years ago at our house. It was put on a small tree in our front yard. And my dad, my sister, and I could never agree on a flashing setting! I wanted it on Chasing Flash, but my sister wanted it on Twinkle Flash. I forget which one my dad liked, probably Combination. There’s eight settings total.
Except this string I just got is faulty on one of the settings. The one called “Slo Glo” is supposed to be each color fading in and out, but it doesn’t work like that. It’s just a random bunch of lights on the string that fade in and out, different colors. So not much different from Slow Fade, which is all of the lights fading in and out at the same time. Which is kind of boring.
This tells me that I’m not prone to seizures, at least. 😆
You know that feeling when the holiday spirit finally plops into you like a shiny festive ton of bricks? Awesome!
Today, at work, I decorated my desk area. Well, it’s actually up front in the reception area. On Saturday, I had gotten a little red tree with red lights and some red and green garland. I lined the garland along the edges of my desk, and set the little tree on a little table by the door. Only thing is the electrical cord is shorter than Galen’s dick, so I couldn’t move the tree very far from the outlet. Still looks all pretty.
Now with a festive work area, it dawned on me. Christmas is coming! And we all know what that means.
ZOMG, lights! ZOMG, tree! ZOMG, cookies! ZOMG, presents! ZOMG, songs! ZOMG, Christmas specials! ZOMG, decorations!
ZOMG, Christmas, ZOMG!!!
Oh, man, I love this time of year! Who couldn’t? Soulless losers, that’s who!
Wait, isn’t Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer on tonight? Oh, yes, it is! Sweet!
Island of Misfit Toys. What can I say? It just speaks to me.
So I’ve been kind of sort of shoe shopping since my six-year-old Skechers are getting rather torn up. And you know? Haven’t had much luck.
When it comes to shoes, or any sort of apparel I choose for that matter, I prefer something to be as all-purpose as possible. The way I normally dress passes for work and doesn’t make me look overdressed when in casual settings. Plain but nice shirt. Black pants. Same accessories I wear all the time (earrings, cross necklace, youth rights wrist band, WWJD wrist band, 10-year-old digital watch, 11-year-old glasses).
Continue reading “Shoes”
I was thinking about the general power that parents have over their offspring. Not just as children, but continuing through their lives. After perpetually training them as children to obey them, that their word is final, that they must never go against their parents’ wishes, the message sticks. Sadly.
I listened to my mother if I felt like it. Naturally, it led to a lot of family issues. She’d ask me to do something. I’d do it if I felt like it, which I did sometimes. I only did stuff if I saw some actual point to it. Like putting dishes away. Hated it, but knew it had to be done, so I did it (eventually). Mom didn’t like my attitude, of course, but screw her. I really didn’t give a crap what she thought. Or, well, I did to a point, but after a while, I realized more and more she was in no place to be telling me what I should be doing when she could barely make decisions for herself.
Continue reading “The Power of Disobedience”
So I was at work today and needed to scan like two hundred pages of some annoying document. Looking like an all-day job. Would have to scan each page individually.
So I went to the copier, with its paper feeder thing on top of it, and smacked it and said “You’re a scanner now, bitch!”
It replied, “Yes, ma’am! I am a scanner!”
So I used it to scan all those pages.
Win.
This has been Day 78 of the 100 Days of Summer, Round 7. 
Ugh. I do not feel good. Oh, well, better try to rebuild.
*looks around*
Okay, here’s the vena cava. Good. Now where’s the aorta? Ah, here it is!
*looks around some more*
Ooh, there’s the left ventricle. Eww, it’s dusty. *cleans it off* There. Right ventricle? Hmmm, where could it be?
*looks around*
Oh, good. It’s right here.
*looks around more, slowly finds rest of missing pieces*
That all of them? Sweet.
*puts pieces together with some CardioTapeTM*
There! Good as new!
*puts it back where it belongs*
And you wonder why I never let you out? That was totally not even close to worth it. Shame on you. Now stay put.
This has been Day 73 of the 100 Days of Summer, Round 7.