Whaths Tha Ooo Thay?

I just had a thousand dollars (7 teeth) worth of "perm acid/etch/bond". I didn't know my teeth were supposed to LINE UP and be cute and straight along their little edges. They are not used to this and are worse since the accident, apparantly.

I can't feel my face. I can't eat. I am starving.

I also just moved *400* emails out of an account they want me to PAY for.

Which makes me gnarly.

So go below and vote before I bite your ear off with my new teeth while I can't feel flesh tearing away from your scalp.

You Say Po-Tay-Toe, I Say Po-Tat-O

I spent part of my morning looking for a small computer part named (obviously) by some male computer nerd who had some (as I hear they all do) unnatural and over-the-top fixation with his dangly bits.

A dongle.

It truly is hard to say that with a straight face. Especially to very young andun-ethnic-ly afroed spawn of the afore-mentioned nerds who must spend more time getting his hair like that then I do in my daily commute.

However, the dongle has been acquired and is now allowing me to type this to you from the comfort of my porch...

...while I recover from the glee of the $70 I just made by accepting an emergency call...

...while I try to figure out why on earth people who are in a hurry go into stores at 11 am on Saturdays and then blame it on everyone else. Rudely. Loudly...

...and additionally, what arrogance possesses people who seem to believe that grocery store aisles exist for them and them alone.

COURTESY. It's what's wrong with the world.

A Donation to the Cause

Today, I received my long and eagerly anticipated IBM Thinkpad 560 from the gracious and lovely Jen,also.

It's a light one alright and although I get the feeling I won't be taking it with me - unless I can find a way to get a USB port in there - it will definately make me a happy happy girl for now and be a huge help in figuring out what I will actually require in a laptop (besides low cost) before I go.

The phone company technicians are all locked out this week - meaning they won't move, add or repair any phones unless it's life-threatening. Which is fine, really, except that they can't seem to agree with us that a phone line in sayyyyy, an operating room or an ER area would fall into that category.

They're figuring it's gonna be a long haul - like 6 months. On a contract they've been trying to work out for something over FOUR years. I'm on call for the next 10 days.

Could be fun.

Let's face it though - since I have no job in three weeks - I could use the cash and since I know I won't be doing this much longer - it makes it a million times easier to take.

So, this weekend I start (again) running to train for basic (the accident pretty much blew any physical fitness I had), start studying for the test next week, hang out on the porch playing with my new laptop (and hopefully writing you some more interesting posts), walking the beach, mentally preparing myself for a marathon session at the dentist in the spirit of getting it all done while I can (this bit all free on the plan I only have for three more weeks) and reading a few of the 8 or 9 books I've now got hanging around since I stopped at the library on the way home.

Suddenly,with most of the stress in my life disappearing over the horizon it seems to be looking like a perfect weekend to me. The first one in a long while.

Is It Thursday Already?

Am I still happy I quit my job?

Yes.

Am I really happy I only have two days left with the bitch before she goes on vacation and I don't ever have to see her again?

Yes.

Was it fun to go for family dinner and watch them think, as always, all the wrong "she's gone and fucked up again with absolutely no planning" things when I said, "I quit my job."?

Finally, yes.

Have I got a medical terminology exam I have to CRAM for next friday so I can get benefits and application privileges with the union after I leave but I took the course in 1992?

Yes.

Have I got a mad cat that needs lots of kisses?

Yes.

Do I have to start running this weekend so basic training in September doesn't make me puke in between the pitiful weeping?

Yes.

Do I have a story or two to tell you?

Of course.

Will it be today?

No.

Time For Another Change

I gave my notice at work today. 28 days.

Lets face it, when your heart's not in it, your heart's just not in it. No matter what your head says, no matter what you tell yourself, no matter how you want it to be.

Last night, I gave someone else who's heart isn't in it their release as well.

Happy Birthday to Me.

Again.

Because this thing I'm doing? I can't carry anyone else through it. I'm doing it for me. Only me.

And my heart is ALL IN for that.

Which is exactly where it should be.

Time For A Change

I used some un-web-happy colors so if'n it looks hideous to you, let me know. Send me a screen shot or something (my.own.boat(at)gmail.com).

I'm going to the beach.

Cherished Things

Last year for my birthday wonderful Pob sent a book of poetry I'd been coveting and I thought that today would be a good day for a poem.

Over the last while I've gotten some great books (Charles deLint with Chris' Amazon Gift Cert last year, as well as others) and although I know you know how much I love books, I thought it would nice to make sure you that you all know that a gift you've given me is treasured.

Still.

Dark is as dark does.
      ~~
Something with the smallest wings shakes itself
from under a thumb of bark.

The ocean breathes in its silver jacket.
      ~~
Outside, hanging on the trellis, in the moonlight,
   the flowers are opening, each one
as fancy in its unfurl as a difficult thought.
      ~~
So we cross the dark together.
      ~~
Outside: the almost liquid beauty of the flowers.
      ~~
Now the linnets wake.
Now the pearls of their voices are falling
    in the morning light.
      ~~
Did we sleep long? Is it this life still, or
is it the next life, already? Are we gone, then?
Are we there?
      ~~
How will we ever know?


Mary Oliver