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Wednesday, November 26, 2003

Are computer terms offensive?

This goes way beyond being politically correct. This is sheer and utter stupidity! I suppose that next someone is going to try and get changed that plugs are labeled "male" and "female". Oh, the horror! The human race has become a collective mass of hypersensitive imbeciles with egos more fragile than eggshells! "That hurt my feelings!" should not be a legitimate enough excuse to sue a person or entity! I see before long grade-school children getting their parents to sue another child on the playground for calling them names. Shit, it's probably already happened! I have a message for the world that it really should heed: GROW UP!!!

To calm my anger at the stupidity of the majority of the rest of my race, I must remind myself that there are cool people who live and breathe here as well. My Mom is one of those people. Yes, listen here, folks - I have one of the coolest Mom's around. She's my best friend, and that's no joke. But that isn't why she's cool. Yes, she reads this blog - she reads everything that I write, and she thinks it's all swell. But that isn't why she's cool. She brings a magnum of Asti with her everytime she comes to visit for us to share. But that isn't why she's cool. She's hip and open to try out the new music I introduce her to, stuff like Govinda even. But that's not even why she's cool. She's cool just because she's her - it's all of those things and more. I can call her when I'm sick, and she's the perfect Dr. Mom. I can call her every three minutes when I'm cooking meat for the first time, and she's a patient teacher. I can cry on her shoulder, and she really understands what I'm feeling. I can invite her to a wild party with all of my crazy friends, and she fits in as if she's one of the gang (my friends actually ask me to invite her!) Though she likes to try and organize your life, she listens to my thoughts on things and respects them. She thinks that I'm wise; how groovy is that? I can call her up and bitch her out for something stupid, and she'll turn right around and give it back to me just as harsh.

No, this isn't a big kiss-up to my Mom (who is reading this right now, I know, and crying). The reason for the post is simple. Doesn't my Mom sound like the coolest person ever? You know what, she is. She's strong and strong-willed, she's fun, loving and compassionate. She's young-at-heart and has a wild streak in her that never died. She's got more gusto and strength in her than she realizes and she's more remarkable than she'll ever give herself credit for. But my Mom - for all her beautiful traits - doesn't see it. All I ever hear is her knocking herself, and disliking herself. She can be pretty negative and critical - and she dishes out the worst of it on herself. I've been trying for 26 years to get her to see how amazing and beautiful she is - inside & out. Perhaps, seeing it all written out might open her eyes. So, Mom, (stop crying!), are you listening now? Learn to love yourself and everything about yourself because, you know what? You're pretty damn cool.

Thanks all for bearing with me through all of that - but I had to get that message out there. She needs to see it.

So it's back to trying-to-work. Do you know how hard it is to work the day before a major holiday? There's a buzz in the office - you know you have a holiday tomorrow. There's a big dinner planned for the entire office, and you know they sometimes let you go home early sometime after it. That right there causes enough nervous excitement in the air to change it from an ordinary work day to a Day-Before-A-Holiday!

And, on an ending note (then, really, I'm going!), is anyone else disgusted with how they push Christmas on us sooner every year? On Monday, two radio stations here in Baton Rouge started playing "continuous Christmas music - all day long!" Huh??! It's not even Thanksgiving yet! This year I saw the Christmas stuff going up in stores before Halloween was over. In a few more years, we'll just be inundated with the Christmas season all year 'round!

Hope everyone has a safe & wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!!


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 8:13 AM
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Tuesday, November 25, 2003

It's good to have goals in life. I've just made up a new one for myself. It is my goal to own the entire Future Sounds of Jazz and Om Lounge CD collections. I got the original "Future Sounds of Jazz" back in 1999 and it's still one of my favorite CDs.

I've been noticing an alarming trend on TV lately. There is an abundance of commercials aimed at teaching parents how to be...well, parents. Let me repeat that - they have commercials teaching parents how to be parents. It's utterly obvious that parenting skills in this day and age aren't what they used to be (damn that no-spanking bullshit that started it all!), but you know it's gotten out of hand when the gov'mt feels the need to make public messages on TV offering up good parenting skills. That's just bad.

This life has taught me many things, but one of the more important lessons was that you don't have to be blood to be family. Mrs. Elsie and her brother, who we called Beep-Beep, lived across the street from my grandparents all of my life. They lived there when my mother and uncle were growing up as well. Mrs. Elsie and Beep-Beep were our family - they came over every holiday and we loved them like we would have any other family member. When they both went to live in separate nursing homes a few towns away, we still went to pick them up and brought them to spend the holidays with us. When Beep-Beep passed away a few years ago, it was my family who saw to all the arrangements and paid for his funeral. It was we that put "Beep-Beep" on his headstone, and we that lovingly bring flowers on the important holidays. Now Mrs. Elsie is very ill and in the hospital. We go to visit her, and she sometimes cries telling us how much she loves us. The nurses always ask, "Are you family?" Well yes, and no. We are in every way that counts, but my grandfather still had to lie to one nurse and say he was a cousin to get information on her condition.

The point of all this is that your friends and close loved ones are sometimes more your family than the one you were born into. I have always believed that these people are the "family you choose". Think about all of the people that are special in your life who are not blood related. This is the special family you have chosen - the people you have in your life because they make it a better place. Maybe you should give some of them a call.

With that, I'm outta here for the evening. Hope you have a nice one.


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 2:23 PM
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Monday, November 24, 2003

Sometimes it's fun being an i.t. tech. It's not that I like making fun of people that aren't computer literate. Shit, even I make dumb mistakes - but, you have to admit, it can be pretty funny. I'm just sharing the laughs.

So I got a call last week about a frozen computer. "And nothing works," he told me. "I hit the Power button and nothing. I even tried hitting those keys - you know? Circle, Alter & Delete?"

Since the invasion of the hackers a few months back, and all of the virus scares, our company cracked down on employee Internet usage. Web-based email is no longer accessible, and certain websites are blocked with a certain program which shall remain nameless. The nameless program blocks sites based on content criteria. For example, E! Online is blocked (or "filtered out") as being in the category "Entertainment, Ebay is "Internet Auctions" and Green Fairy Dot Com is blocked as "Adult Content" (go figure). Still, imagine my surprise (and the laughter that ensued) when I tried to go to Searchbastard.com and the following appeared, "The Nameless-Blocking-Program category "Tasteless" is filtered." Tasteless, eh? Why I never! But, seriously, I can see "Entertainment", "Adult Content", "Online Games" as being actual categories - but "Tasteless"? Seems more a matter of opinion to me.

I overheard a co-worker rating himself earlier today as being "PG-13". Sometimes work can cause you to think of odd things, just to avoid actually thinking about work. This was one such instance - I pondered, "How would I rate myself?" Not my mind and private thoughts, of course - that would, no doubt, be a R teetering on XXX. But in everyday life and around people - what would my rating be? I suppose R, but around certain people, you have to be PG-13 or lower. This is a totally dumb ramble, I know. But, since I'm already here, how would you rate yourself?

Baret cooked me spaghetti last night - that was really sweet. Except he was really only trying to beat my impeccable and utterly delicious spaghetti recipe. He came close - but no cigar. Sure, I'm gloating, but really - spaghetti is like the only thing I can cook! I'm learning - even Emeril had to start somewhere.

It's a THREE DAY WEEK!! That means today is pseudo-Wednesday. Little else can make me as happy as a short work week! And sometimes, after we have our little office party to commerate the major holidays, they let us go home early! Sometimes. Let's hope this Wednesday will be one of them.

I just drank a cup of coffee. What's interesting about that? I never drink coffee at work. In fact, the only times I do drink coffee is every other Sunday morning. Baret and I like to get up early, drink 2 or 3 (sometimes more) cups, tweak ourselves all out and have an Everquest marathon together. Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it. But today I was falling asleep in front of my monitor around 2pm. So, rather than drool all over my monitor or be caught snoring, I nabbed an extra mug from my supervisor and poured me a steaming, hot cup. Did I happen to mention that I'm extra sensitive to caffeine? I can't even drink Coke without tweakin' like a crackhead. You know those energy pills with caffeine in them? Took one once and spent 12 hours lying on the couch with my eyes wide open and my heart hammering through my chest. I drank approximately two gallons of water and was peeing approximately every 5 minutes. My friend ate two of them and felt regular after 6 hours. So coffee is normally a no-no. I always regret it when I imbibe, and right now I'm typing so fast there is smoke coming from my keyboard.

No, no, I can't just drink decaffeinated coffee. What is the point of that? That's like when people ask me if my Miata is an automatic. Um, no. What would be the point of driving a sports car if it was?? That's how I feel about decaffeinated coffee.

Anyway, let me go before this becomes one, long tweaker ramble, or my keyboard breaks. Have a good one.


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 1:33 PM
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Friday, November 21, 2003

Welcome to the first installment of "The World We Live In". After scouring Yahoo! News & Photos in the vestiges of boredom, I was compelled to post my findings here - to see if anyone else is as troubled by the goings on in this planet we call home as am I.

I'm sorry, but I'm having trouble feeling sorry for these people.

If someone calls you on the phone and says, "Hey, it's me - send money!", are you really just going to say, "Okay - where to?" There has to be more to this story than they're putting in this article, or the Japs in question are some seriously gullible and easy targets. I wonder if they know I have a bridge for sale...

When I grow up, I want to have more holes in my body than anyone on Earth. That's an admirable goal, don't you think? Being able to stick your finger through your tongue is just the icing on the cake. Of course, if that doesn't work out, I could always vomit live snakes.

And I really suggest you don't try the newest version of Russian Roulette. Can I get a duh! here?

And is it just me, or does anyone else think that Jacko has finally had to have his entire face redone in Play-doh?

This here shows that any jackass can call himself an artist and people will pay to see his work.

Thailand has a new twist on trying to help the spreading problem of teenage pregnancy. One wonders if this could have been accomplished, however, without the creepy sperm-baby floating inside.

And last but not least, is it just me or does the new Mr. Universe look like a giant slab of burnt bacon with teeth and blue eyes? That's probably the grossest thing on here - (besides 'ole Jacko, of course [that one is scarier than the first! -shudder-]).

That ends our first look at "The World We Live In". It's a scary place, isn't it?

Have a good weekend everyone!


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 1:22 PM
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Wednesday, November 19, 2003

Ooh! Ooh! Got a new junk email to share with you. The thing about this one that makes me want to kill laugh is just how hard they are trying to make you send this thing on:


Forward this to at least 11 people and see what happens on your screen you will laugh your head off!!!!!!!!!!! If you forward it to 11 people a video comes on your screen. This works. I don't know how...but it works. Somehow, from the return path generated, you'll receive something, and IT IS FUNNY!!! This is the coolest thing I have ever gotten. All you have to do is send it to 11 people and watch your screen, it is the funniest clip. I can't tell you what is but I was laughing so hard I almost fell off my chair!!! So, send it to those 11 people and watch.
ENJOY!!!
Pass it around.


It works - really - pass it around - it's amazing. Please - fucking bite me. I know what it is, on the clip. N-o-t-h-i-n-g.

In other aggravating news, a local rag posted a small, dim-witted editorial blurb that pissed me off. It read:

Time To Take A Stand
It's that time of year again when evil tries to rear its ugly head and duly influence our children by trying to take their souls. That's right, I'm talking about Halloween, the one night of the year we give free reign to the Devil. Even good Christians give free reign to this holiday and dress their children in ghoulish costumes. What is wrong with you people? Unless we take a stand against Halloween, the day will come when Lucifer himself will rule this country. That day is almost here - look at the evil all around you people.


It was posted on Nov. 10. So I wrote a response, because that kind of ignorant shit pisses me off. (Thanks Amb for bringing it to my attention).

You know, it's cool working for the same office as your man. I just heard his voice a few cubicles away. He's usually out in the field, but he has to stop in every now and again. Of course, he doesn't run over and talk to me - that would be pretty unprofessional. But I always smile when I hear him. He usually tries to work in his office time around lunch so we can have it together. I mean, really, isn't he the cutest guy you've ever seen? Allow me a few moments of gratuitous bragging, will ya? I've got me an adorably handsome, green-eyed, 5'4" Cajun whose main interests aren't football and big trucks; I'm a happy woman.

Added some new content to the left side over there - you can now see what mood I'm in. Lucky you, eh? This will change daily, or, knowing how moody I can be, numerous times in a day. Either that or I'll get bored with it and not change it for two months. But, anyway, it's there.

That's all for now. Have a Happy Hump Day!


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 8:39 AM
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Tuesday, November 18, 2003

One for freedom & love! Equality will win out in the end. You're fighting a losing battle, religious fundies.

Some kind soul brought three bags of fruit to work yesterday. I gorged myself on kumquats - quite possibly my favorite fruit. If you've never had one, you're missing out. It's sort of like an orange with a hint of lemon bite. Yum.

It was brought to my attention (thanks Paul), that I neglected to answer the questions I posed a few days ago: If the world were ending, what three people would you visit and what three things would you do?

Myself - I would visit my Mom, Brandon and Jeremy - who I'd stay with 'til the end. I would get piss-ass drunk, eat a pizza and then have mad sex 'til the big bang ended it all.

I felt like playing Unconscious Mutterings:
  1. Plan B:: What I always end up falling back on
  2. Seattle:: A place I think I'll never visit
  3. The lady wore:: Red velvet
  4. Upsetting:: The glass on the table...and milk goes everywhere
  5. Tampon:: Tampax
  6. Celebrity:: Is not what it used to be
  7. Baja:: Jeep
  8. 64:: Almost 69!
  9. RGB:: Really Green Bug (yes, I know what it really means - that's just the first thing that popped into my head)
  10. Milkshake:: McDonald's Chocolate

Is there something weird about wearing hats? I wear hats often - especially to work. I am the only person, ever, that wears hats to the office. I always get compliments and remarks about them. At least one day out of the week, I'm in a hat. It's usually more b/c my hair was a bit dirty and I was too lazy to wash it rather than a huge fashion statement. But the fact is, I've always worn hats. When I do, everyone seems so astonished - as if it's some brave and brash style I'm sporting. What's up with that? Do you wear hats? Do people act all amazed when you do?

Ah, let me get back to the grind. I'm rather busy this morning - though I'm jamming out to The Fugees on my headphones to drown out the noise around me. Easier to concentrate that way. What's your favorite music to listen to at work? It's usually something hard for me. Any electronica gets me going - especially when I'm working on computers. BT is great, as is Prodigy. As long as it's more hard than trance-y, I'll work like a speedfreak.


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 7:52 AM
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Monday, November 17, 2003

I have taken up a personal crusade. It is something that has irritated me and even infuriated me since I first learned of its existence. I plan to write and rally and bitch and yell until the law that bans the sell of alcohol in East Baton Rouge Parish on Sundays is lifted!!

I refuse to accept a Christian ideal or preference being shoved down my throat by the government. The government should not be allowed to be religiously prejudiced. In fact, for all the ignorant outcries that we're taking "God out of America", I have this to quote, from our first president:
"The government of the United States is not, in any sense, founded on Christian religion."
- George Washington, Treaty of Tripoli in 1796

I might could even accept this slight aggravation on Sundays if it were not for the fact that this law is ridiculous - even, obviously, to those that uphold it. You see, you cannot buy liquor on Sundays - but you can buy BEER after 12:00 noon!! If this was such a huge religiously inspired regulation, okay. But the fact that they allow you to buy BEER simply because they were losing too much money banning all alcohol is a slap in the face. If the law can be bent, it can be abolished.

I happen to love a bottle of Chardonnay on a Sunday afternoon. It's one of my favorite treats. I can't tell you the times I've tried to purchase one - only to be reminded that I cannot purchase alcohol on Sunday. I used to do my grocery shopping on Sundays - and would stock up on all needed liquors for the coming weeks. Beer and much wine - but the wine always had to be put back.

Perhaps I am a Wiccan, needing a bottle of wine for an impromptu ceremony. I'm going to have to drive to another parish to get it.

This law is wrong. It's religiously discriminatory. It is shoving another's beliefs and ideals down the peoples' throats. It has no business being on the law books!! And this little hippie-heathen is going to do everything she can to get it off!


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 9:15 AM
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Thursday, November 13, 2003

I spent my entire evening at Lowe's. Our super-cool landlord got us a 10%-off-anything discount card and we were able to put it to the washer & dryer we bought last week. He had no reason to do so; he's just that nice. What a change from the slumlord of my previous place - who refused to pay me back for the cement Templar cross his maintenance guys slapped paint all over in my patio.

While I was waiting for Baret to pick out light fixtures and switch panels and other boring stuff, I noticed a clearance tag on a set of patio lights. "CLEARANCE - $34.94" it read, and under that in small print, "Regularly $34.98". Wow, now there's a deal, eh?

I was pondering this morning on the stupidity of humanity. Yes, that's a lot to ponder as there is quite the abundance of it going around. A co-worker this morning asked me how I liked the intersection change at a rather large intersection near where I used to live. I informed him that I had moved, and didn't know about the changes.

"They took out the green arrows," he told me.

I really could only blink and go, "But why?"

This is a very busy 4-lane road that crosses over an extremely busy 4-lane highway. I couldn't fathom why they would eliminate the arrows when putting up the new lights. Did they think they weren't needed? Had they never driven in that part of town before? The co-worker informed me that in the three weeks since the change, there had been an accident every week (he lives just down from the intersection). I can't even imagine trying to turn and cross that highway with no arrows! What in the hell were these engineers thinking? You know, 'cause the thing we need most in Baton Rouge is more accidents causing worse traffic.

In other news, I created this yesterday; just in case you were bored enough to read a list of 100 things about me. I was also toying around with a little side project, Life Apart - because I'm a hopless romantic and I love love letters. Let me know what you think.

Damnit - got called away to fix a computer for 2 hours right in the middle of this, and can't remember what else I wanted to post. 'Til then...


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 8:33 AM
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Wednesday, November 12, 2003

Yesterday evening, at about 3pm, Baret and I were sitting on our patio drinking white wine. We'd gone outside to catch some of the evening air while I smoked a cigarette. I looked over at Baret who was, like me, still clad in pajamas from the night before.

"You realize," I said, "That we're drinking wine in the afternoon still in our pajamas from the night before."

He laughed and replied, "Now that's what I call a day off."

And indeed it was! I suggest the next time you get a day off from work, stay in your sleep clothes all day long, start drinking wine at 2pm and do nothing but laze around all day. I can't tell you what a relaxing day it was - and how much it refreshed us both.

Now, on to the good-natured griping.

An abundance of "pass this on" emails in the work Inbox today. Nothing new there, right? The reason I bring it up as that I came across a cool site that had an informative "Spam Plan" detailed on it. You might know I Am Pariah from the Saturday Slant and The Meme List.

What I learned was that those emails I love to rant about, and that aggravate the beejeezus out of me are generally used as email collectors. That's right, all the 10+ people that each idjit forwards this thing to, and then the 10+ people they send it to are providing a bevy of email addresses for the evil spam gods to gather and spam to death. So this morning, when I received one that read "Wait 'til you see what happens when you forward this thing on...", I had to laugh at the irony. I suggest you read The Spam Plan, and stick to it.

And today I felt like posting a question, so I can learn more about the people that read and comment here - and because it's fun to do something interactive that everyone can participate in. The world is coming to an end. There are three people you can visit and three things you can do. What are your choices? I'll post mine tomorrow.

Have a Happy Hump-Day!


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 6:05 AM
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Monday, November 10, 2003

Now that the birthday madness has come to a close, I have returned to tell you of my adventures.

First, though, a big huge thank-you to everyone that left birthday messages, sent birthday emails and all that jazz. It was very much appreciated.

I honestly thought this birthday would just zoom on by, almost unnoticed. I didn't expect anything special from it - but it turned out to be one of the best. Last Thursday evening (the day of) I joined my friends for their weekly Thursday-potluck-dinner-get-together. We had a good time and they surprised me with a cake. Saturday I had an Italian potluck to celebrate and to show off the new place to everyone. They were all surprised that we looked so settled after only being there two weeks - though the truth was we'd just stuck all the extra boxes in the storage room!

I got some great presents. Brand & Jackie gave me a matching set of 4 wine glasses - extra thick glass to prevent our usual breakage (I've gone through so many wine glasses in the last year and we were down to *one*), and of course, some wine to put in it. Jackie also got me Sidney Omar's "Cooking with Astrology" - a book I've wanted for some time now. Brand also got some little wine glass charms for the bigger glasses. Erin bought me one of my favorite wines - Mondavi Merlot - Private Selection; saving that one for a special occasion. Missy gave me a darling little bejeweled, red-satin jewelry box. "The Idiot's Guide to Paganism" from my brother (those books are so informataive, I'm learning a few things myself) and "Freeway" on DVD and the new Sims expansion pack ("Makin' Magic") from my sis (she's my game-addiction dealer apparently). My good friend Lauren and her fiance were able to find a babysitter and show up, too - that was great.

I think a good time was had by all. Sunday we went to visit with Baret's family, and they had gotten me a gift certifcate to Bed, Bath & Beyond. Oh yeah.

Really, it was a wonderful birthday. Now it's back to the grind. To all of you that have to work tomorrow - nah-yah. Nothing like a Monday that's really a pseudo-Friday. Woot!

But perhaps the most wonderful present of all was one I worked on and got for myself. Saturday, for the first time in over a year, I fit back into my size 7's. That's a feeling I really can't put into words. Some of them are still a bit tight, but most are comfortable. After the surgery, I'd gotten up to 9's - and for awhile, was only able to wear 11's. While that may not sound that bad - scrunch all that weight down into a frame that stands only 4'10" tall and you'll see why I was unhappy with my weight. Everyone is asking me what I did. Well, I cut back on carbs - but not that much. The biggest change I made was to start drinking that new low-carb beer, Michelob Ultra. I told you it was my version of a diet; apparently there was more truth to that than I realized!

So to all, a good Monday. I had lots of pithy and interesting things to post about floating about in my head this weekend. Naturally, my memory being what is, I've forgotten all of them. You'll have to be satisfied with the birthday update and the happy weight loss story 'til I can get these old gears turnin' again. I hope everyone has a remarkable day!


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 7:56 AM
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Thursday, November 06, 2003

They say it's your birthday...

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOO!!

Woot! Happy 26th to me...and (hopefully) many more. From then to now - what a long, strange trip it has been!

Happy Birthday to all the other Scorpios out there, too!

So far, it's been great. I woke up at 5am with a phone call from the person most dear to my heart. My kitty JoJo woke me up first, though, at 1am to wish me a happy one (or to get me to let him outside). I got up and loaded The Sims Superstar on my PC (the cool gift from my sis - thanks Amb!). It was hard to tear myself away from Shanna Sim's mudbath and schmoozing with the celebs and go to work. Once here I had a card and book ("The Voodoo Queen" by Robert Tallant) from a co-worker and one section gave me a bunch of breakfast bars wrapped in ribbon (for someone that always forgets breakfast and is always starving in the mornings, this was a treat). My best friend is taking me out for lunch, and I'm sure before the day's end I'll be treated to the prerequisite office party (cake & ice cream, yum).

I hope everyone has a splendid day! The smile on my face today is big enough to share with everyone, so please do partake.


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 6:26 AM
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Wednesday, November 05, 2003

Well now that you've all had a chance to oggle me in my Renaissance garb (thanks for the compliments everyone!), it's time for me to insert another random ramble into your day.

Answer me this, female readers, when did they stop having you pee when you went to the gyno? I drank a near gallon of water an hour before I went b/c I always have trouble peeing on command. I get there, wait in the waiting room for 20 minutes and am about to explode when they call me back. In the room the nurse says only, "Get undressed and she'll be with you in a second." Um...where's my little cup? So the entire time I'm thinking, "Omg, she's going to be examining me, and when she pushes down on it all I'm going to pee all over her." I usually repeat a little mantra in my head to take me away from the exam, but "Don't pee, don't pee, don't pee" isn't my usual choice.

In other news, tomorrow is my birthday!! That's right, I bolded it so you couldn't miss it. I haven't been excited about it with all that's been going on, but for some reason I am today. This little Scorpion will have been gracing this Earth with her presence for 26 years at precisely 10:53am tomorrow morning. Woot for me!

A big, huge hug to my good friend, Ryan, who emailed me this morning a picture of this dagger. I fell so in love with it, I found it for cheaper on Ebay and ordered it this morning. This is my birthday present to myself.

Why the sudden love of daggers, you might ask? Well, as I've mentioned before, I am a recovering self-injurer. I say "recovering" because I've found it to be just like alcoholism or any other addiction. The craving for it never ends, you just learn to cope in other ways. I love blades, and I've always wanted to collect daggers and knives. Yet, I worried that a r.s.i. collecting blades would be akin to a recovering alcoholic collecting whiskey & wine. A bit too much temptation, you see? Yet, it's been quite some time since I've slipped into those old habits, and I believe I've finally grown past the urge to wound myself when the going gets rough. In fact, in most of the tragedies that befell me in October, I never once had the urge to cut myself. Now that's progress, folks. So, I am now beginning my dagger collection. I'm quite excited about it, too.

Ah, you know you're no longer a Toys-R'-Us kid when you get appliances for your birthday - and you asked for them. Not only that, you're excited about them. That's right, I'm officially becoming a grown-up. And it only took 26 years. My Mom & Dad got me this really cool microwave that's like something out of the Jetsons. This little thing bakes, toasts and grills along with good 'ole microwaving. Sweet, huh? Yes, I'm bragging about my new microwave. I might as well start driving a mini-van and carpooling to soccer practice now. No, I don't have kids - but once this grown-up stuff starts, it's like a snowball effect.

What else? Damn, I'm talkative today.

Oh, yes, I had a question for you all. Do you ever notice there are certain words you always have trouble with? No matter how good a speller you may be, there are always those words you can never remember how to spell. I'm usually an excellent speller, but the words that will stump me 'til the day I die are:
convenient, atheist, and damnit now that I've started typing them out I can't remember the rest. But every time I have to spell these words, I get them wrong. Does anyone else have any "stump words"?

I suppose that it is all for the moment. I'm going home, drinking some beer and hanging up my pictures and candle sconces. That should make it feel more like home for sure! Have a great one.


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 2:18 PM
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Tuesday, November 04, 2003

Good evening, lords & ladies...

I have returned from the Renaissance Festival in Houston - a little sunburnt, and a lot broke.

Naturally, I had to go in costume; I think that's half the fun. The festival is huge - Saturday & Sunday we spent the entire day there (from 9am - 7pm) and still didn't see everything.

Any kind of food you like or desire is there, but I wanted to try the specialities of the faire. I only had one steak-on-a-stick, but I imbibed copious amounts of my new favorite drink, honey mead. A word to the wise, if you plan to try steak-on-a-stick (which is very well seasoned & actually quite delish), make sure to bring along your dental floss or a handy toothpick. I spent the next three hours downing mead in an attempt to get stringy meat out of my teeth!

You can see the progression from happy festival-goers to sun-baked, mead-sotted blokes here:
Pre-Festival, Midway, and Fairly Well Sotted.

But it isn't all about cling-to-your-teeth meat, sweet wine and drunken revelry. There's money to be spent! Baret intends to add a little to his costume every year, and this year purchased a fine set of leather bracers and, what we were told is called a "frog". This is, in laymen's terms, that thing that holds your sword out behind you when it's belted at your waist - rather than straight down and getting tangled up in your legs. Yes, too much thinking - back to the mead drinking. Here's the friendly pirate that helped us purchase said frog. I purchased my first weapon (watch out world!), a beautiful pearl-handled dagger (oohs and aahs appreciated).

Last, but never least, I'll leave you with two fine warriors chomping down on roasted turkey leg (that's Baret & our friend we traveled with) and one fair and not-too-drunk-yet, wheel-chair-ridin' maiden.

We'll definitely be going back next year.


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 5:05 PM
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Busy busy here - as missing two days of work can only bring. But a quick question for my fellow bloggers & faithful readers...

When you move into a new place, do you have a really hard time adjusting to your new surroundings? I know I experienced this when I first moved into my old apartment; but I grew so comfortable there that leaving has been really hard. So, my question is - is this a common occurrence, and, if so, how did you combat the old-home-sick blues and get comfortable in your new pad?

I'm supposing it's just going to take time, but I'd really like to hear what everyone else has to say about it.

I'll post again this evening with pictures and details of the Renaissance festival - so check back! :)


- shanna bared her soul & griped a bit @ 12:09 PM
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