Floating My OWN Boat v.2Floating My OWN Boat v.2http://floatingmyownboat.squarespace.com/v2/2009-04-06T09:24:19ZSquarespaceThe Wonderhttp://floatingmyownboat.squarespace.com/v2/2007/2/2/the-wonder.htmlJen2007-02-03T00:11:43Z2007-02-03T00:11:43Zwww.getsoutmore.com
No matter where I actually am hanging my hat.
Which means, no more feeds, unless I work out a way to make one for the url. And right now? I can't even begin to imagine the undertaking.
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Testing a new place for a little while. Stop by and tell me what you think of it.
]]>Moment of Wit. Not Mine.http://floatingmyownboat.squarespace.com/v2/2007/1/19/moment-of-wit-not-mine.htmlJen2007-01-19T20:46:59Z2007-01-19T20:46:59Z
In honour of a tradition that dates all the way back to the beginning of this sentence, let's begin the new year by reflecting on some of the words that, based on events of 2006, ought to be added to the dictionary:
caruson. a medical condition that compels the victim to remove his sunglasses for dramatic effect in the middle of seemingly every sentence.
federlinen. 1.an abrupt reversal of fortune: I was up $240 at blackjack but since the new dealer arrived it's been a real federline. 2. a vaguely comic musical noise unpleasant to the ears 3. the actual sound of one's 15 minutes of fame collapsing.
ingatieffv. 1. to embark on a doomed quest: His feet bare, armed only with a butter knife, he ignatieffed into the jungle at dusk. 2. to smile in a manner that suggests the very act of smiling is causing you tremendous discomfort.
rumsfeldv. to fire someone way too late for it to do any good: Our CFO had already fled to Tahiti with our pension fund when the chief executive rumsfelded him.
Kind of a quick 'no! don't run!' picture, although suprisingly, he/she didn't. Instead (let's call it a nice gender neutral name) Rowan just shimmied back and forth along the bit of fence, occasionally stopping to dig a hand into the garbage can whose lid had just been shoved aside in hopes of grabbing a bag and stopping to stare at the cat and human who stood in the doorway not four feet away.
They're not usually so bold - the unusual weather here must be driving them from the park in search for food.
But, oh so cute. I've always wanted one for a pet. I doubt Cabot would like that, however, and so I contented myself with putting out some of the cat-disdained 'dental formula' food (concern for wildlife teeth, that's me).
Cabot took the opportunity of the relative safety of the open door behind him to hiss at Rowan before coming back in to pace and scratch at the door every four minutes so he could check to see if the intruder had returned.
Which is a little annoying. But my fault for showing him the raccoon in the first place. Cabot abandoned his usual night-time place on / around my head to stand on guard at the end of the bed in clear view of the bedroom door.
Something tells me he's not going to be too happy to find that I plan to keep feeding Rowan.
]]>All This Up One Hill and Down Another Makes Me a Little Queasyhttp://floatingmyownboat.squarespace.com/v2/2007/1/15/all-this-up-one-hill-and-down-another-makes-me-a-little-queasy.htmlJen2007-01-16T03:56:18Z2007-01-16T03:56:18Z
First, to the doctor.
Who tells me that if the Lyrica's not working by now, it ain't gonna, so I can stop taking it (yay, no more confusion!) Like when the doctor's office called the other day to set up my appointment for my PAP test in February and for a full 24 hours I couldn't figure out why they were calling three months in advance. God, it was like a terrifying full-clarity preview of my not-so-golden years.
My biceps reflex is hyper-reflexic and I guess this is an indication of something or other to do with my spine. No one had tested my reflexes before but I guess that's what happens when you see two locums at three different points in between seeing your own doctor - no continuity.
SO, next I'm heading off to a neurologist (well, in 2 months or so when I can get an appointment) and in the meantime, getting an MRI to help rule out the next possible diagnosis - cervical spine compression of the nerves that run down my arms.
According to my doctor's note to my unit, I'm unable to do any activity that requires physical exertion until at least after I'm re-assessed in three months.
Which means that I'll need to see a DND doctor to confirm that who'll put me on a medical category which will put me into a holding pattern. What that holding pattern means is that during that time I can't go on courses or be promoted.
I guess I'll be staying home this summer then and then everything else will be a year behind. Not that a summer at home is such a bad thing, though. :)
Then, the lawyer. Not too much detail here, sorry, just the basics.
It's no fun listening to your own 911 recording when you don't remember any of it. Trust me on that one.
However, one of the charges has been dropped due to some term I can't remember at the moment. AHHH, technicality.
We're hoping to plea bargain me down to something that doesn't involve a criminal record. Since that will be very bad for my security clearance and any future plans to deploy for the military.
Which, really, is the entire reason I'm going through all this.
Otherwise, I go to trial.
On the way home I noticed that I'd lost my bus pass. But the bus driver let me come home without it. Of course, I still haven't found it.
To top a day of good news and bad off, about an hour ago whilst trying to fix a necklace with my teeth, I chipped off a big chunker of my front tooth.
*sigh*
Tomorrow, however, is a new day and today wasn't actually all bad news. So, there's that to get me through the night.
And, since I've been vetting some new music on the MP3 player this week, let's throw in some lyrics here. Cheers.
i'm a slow motion accident
lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
i don't wanna feel anything but I do
and it all comes back to you
