Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Making Progress
I finally bit the bullet and purchased a few things. One being a drier. It's been at least a year that my old drier stopped drying things. In the summer it was no big deal because stuff would dry pretty quickly on it's own. But with winter coming I was worried. A friend of mine was selling his drier, so I bought it and installed it all by myself (thank you very much). Hopefully it won't take me a year to get the old drier out of the garage and to the dump...
Last weekend I purchased this:
So sick and tired of driving my big old truck around town and trying to squeeze it into compact parking spots. It's really fun to drive and the dogs like it too!!!
Now if only I could get it together to fix this, then I'd be set:

I'm getting there...
Last weekend I purchased this:

So sick and tired of driving my big old truck around town and trying to squeeze it into compact parking spots. It's really fun to drive and the dogs like it too!!!
Now if only I could get it together to fix this, then I'd be set:

I'm getting there...
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Scientific Test Results
While running yesterday a little leaf blew into the back of my throat and without thinking I just swallowed.
As I'm jogging down the path, it dawns on me that the little leaf I just swallowed could be poisonous. Panic sets in...
Do I finish my jog? Do I call someone In case I do start foaming at the mouth and can't tell them I ate a leaf by accident?
I can see the headlines: Girl dies mysteriously. Or Girl dies Jogging. Or First Case Of Death By Leaf.
I decide to finish the jog but stop off at the park bathroom to see if I can puke it up. No such luck. Oddly, but in a good way, I can't make myself puke anymore.
After returning home I decide to call my brother. He just laughs his head off. I called another friend, she's not home. So I pack up the dogs and head to the vets for their shots.
I'm driving down the road, trying to test if I'm hallucinating. How does one test this? By waving your hand in front of your face. If you see tracers, then you are high. Hell, I see tracers now as I type this so that's no good. I decide to try to not think about the rash, bloating, stomach pump I might endure in the near future.
Being the clever leaf swallowing person I am, I manage to bring up the subject to the nurse at the dog's vet office. She laughs at me as well and says "well, you're not foaming at that mouth yet".
Great. That's it. I'm a ridiculous worry wart that is scared shittless of a leaf I consumed but managed to smoke a cigarette and have a glass (or two) of wine last night. What can I say???
As I'm jogging down the path, it dawns on me that the little leaf I just swallowed could be poisonous. Panic sets in...
Do I finish my jog? Do I call someone In case I do start foaming at the mouth and can't tell them I ate a leaf by accident?
I can see the headlines: Girl dies mysteriously. Or Girl dies Jogging. Or First Case Of Death By Leaf.
I decide to finish the jog but stop off at the park bathroom to see if I can puke it up. No such luck. Oddly, but in a good way, I can't make myself puke anymore.
After returning home I decide to call my brother. He just laughs his head off. I called another friend, she's not home. So I pack up the dogs and head to the vets for their shots.
I'm driving down the road, trying to test if I'm hallucinating. How does one test this? By waving your hand in front of your face. If you see tracers, then you are high. Hell, I see tracers now as I type this so that's no good. I decide to try to not think about the rash, bloating, stomach pump I might endure in the near future.
Being the clever leaf swallowing person I am, I manage to bring up the subject to the nurse at the dog's vet office. She laughs at me as well and says "well, you're not foaming at that mouth yet".
Great. That's it. I'm a ridiculous worry wart that is scared shittless of a leaf I consumed but managed to smoke a cigarette and have a glass (or two) of wine last night. What can I say???
Monday, October 09, 2006
NO, not the plan...
I haven't posted for a while, but there's been stuff to deal with. For those who know me, know that I hide out when there's stuff and I don't like to share my stuff. And so I sit at home, dealing with my stuff, until I'm about ready to throw my stuff away or share my stuff. I'm getting there...
My daddy met his maker (in grandpa's words) 2 weeks ago. Off to his memorial this weekend. Our relationship was difficult, to say the least. He wasn't there for my brother and I as we grew to be adults. Then we had to be the adults when he fell sick and wanted to make amends. Actually, if it wasn't for a few people and my hopeless need to please people, I wouldn't have seen him since I was 10, but I did visit him in the states years ago. Since then I have spoken to him on the phone countless times and am so sorry I didn't go to Japan to visit.
This Blog was never supposed to be an Obit, but my Granny says that the older you get and the more people and animals you know, the more death you'll see. She better live to 100 to tell me more depressing things because I couldn't handle loosing her right now...
Some of my favorite Daddy photos...

My daddy met his maker (in grandpa's words) 2 weeks ago. Off to his memorial this weekend. Our relationship was difficult, to say the least. He wasn't there for my brother and I as we grew to be adults. Then we had to be the adults when he fell sick and wanted to make amends. Actually, if it wasn't for a few people and my hopeless need to please people, I wouldn't have seen him since I was 10, but I did visit him in the states years ago. Since then I have spoken to him on the phone countless times and am so sorry I didn't go to Japan to visit.
This Blog was never supposed to be an Obit, but my Granny says that the older you get and the more people and animals you know, the more death you'll see. She better live to 100 to tell me more depressing things because I couldn't handle loosing her right now...
Some of my favorite Daddy photos...







