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| Thursday, July 19th, 2007 | | 8:21 pm |
| | Wednesday, June 27th, 2007 | | 8:38 pm |
yep, that would be a big ol' affirmative there...
If you're maybe noticing that you're older than you used to be, and are feeling sad/angry/confused/worried/frustrated that you haven't accomplished as much as you/other people in your present or past/annoyingly critical voices inside your head think you should have, and if you're maybe feeling something like "I'm not a real grownup like everyone else," and if you're maybe also feeling sad/angry/confused/worried/frustrated that your body isn't working the way it used to, and you're maybe thinking, "if that's true then how am I going to DO all those accomplishments that I/other people/voices in my head think I ought or want to do?", and maybe you're also wondering how are you going to dig out from under the accumulation of habit and procrastination and self-doubt to some sense of satisfaction in your life again, then post this same sentence in your journal. My body's actually better than ever in most ways, except for the girly bits. I oughta just have the whole apparatus pulled and stuffed in a jar with alcohol. The achieving things I/we want part is actually slowly getting better. My credit is actually in the "good" category for the first time in my life, I am working on refinancing and re-modelling the house and yard to my tastes and my hubby is going back to school. But I still don't feel like a "grownup." I think that comes from having decided that "Normal is a Setting on the Washer" and I ain't ever gonna see it from here, and being convinced that most people just try to be normal or average and think that will somehow lead to happiness, while I have been routinely asking myself what *I* want to do for decades now. Makes 'em drab and boring and unhappy, all that trying to fit in. Current Mood:  determined | | Saturday, April 21st, 2007 | | 11:51 am |
Ch-ch-ch-changes...
Sprog started Human Reproduction in school this week. So far, I have gotten 1 after-school phonecall complaining about a half-hour-long movie they had to watch in school, "All about boys' testes, it was really icky!" and been presented with a "Puberty Kit"...which I thought should contain instant hormones and info about how to make your parents crazy, but instead contained maxipads and deodorant. The whole thing makes this ( http://www.cnn.com/2007/HEALTH/diet.fitness/04/20/nutrition.cocktails.reut/index.html) so much better news. I need more health food. | | Wednesday, March 14th, 2007 | | 11:21 pm |
My darling husband...
Is (and always has been..) a fantastic lay. Over the years, he has become a better and better cuddler, so he now rates as world-class snuggler. Man has mad skills....I'm just sayin'. | | Saturday, February 17th, 2007 | | 9:54 am |
More 'bout the vacay...
Lessee; Tuesday we drove up to Glenwood Springs, checked into our hotel room, went shopping in all the little touristy shops, and then hit the GINORMOUS hotsprings pool. Soaked about an hour, got hungry and went to May Palace, which is a tiny little chinese restaurant with a sushi menu, too. We ate a lot of cheap sushi and some excellent gyoza and moaned about food babies. then we went and got back in the pool until we felt sufficiently noodle-ized, then trot through the lightly falling snow back to our hotel room to collapse and sleep like the dead. Wednesday we got into the pool after a nice breakfast at their cafe'...and Sprog had some kind of sensitive-skin reaction, so we had to get her out in a hurry and wash her poor little sniffling self off. Got all checked out and then climbed the hill to the top of a rise to check out the Glenwood Cemetary, where Doc Holliday is reputed to be buried. They have an impressive monument to him there, but the records were lost, so he could be anywhere in the acre or so of boneyard up there. Once we finished there we drove to Leadville just to tourist around and gawp at the spectacular scenery on the way, then it was home through a snowstorm. We dropped the kid off at Gramma's and went for GOOD sushi at Fontana's, where we acted like old married folk and read to each other from utterly inappropriate books (his; Colorado's Strangest, a collection of odd stories, facts and personalities from local history: Mine; Stiff, a set of essays about how the US treats its deceased) over dinner. Thursday we saw the Colorado History Museum in Denver, which is excellent, and I was forced (forced! I say!) to confront the teacher of a charter school group whose 10-12 year old students had been yelling, running, climbing on things and TOUCHING DISPLAYS since the moment they got there. Her response to my mention that her kids were being loud and disruptive was "We have the right to use the museum just like you do." Okay, A) points off for poor grammar, B) defensive much?, C) I have the right to be able to hear myself think and have it quiet enough to hear the auditory material and comprehend the written material D) Future generations will want to see the things your kids are currently destroying. So I went and complained to the staff and we got 3 free passes we can use at a later date. We left early, sent Himself off to study for big exam numero uno, and Sprog and I went across the street to the Art Museum. Which is now HUGE! The new wing has allowed them to get out all the Mayan and Aztec stuff and the modern art is wonderfully displayed in the new space. They have also added a LOT of kid-activities, Sprog had FUN at the ART MUSEUM, which was wonderful. Friday we took our dear friend Melissa, who is a former caterer and now works as sort of a professional's-consultant at Sur Le Table, and we went hunting ethnic Markets. We visited 2 Asian Groceries, an Asian giftshop and a Mexican Grocery. We have Gummis for days and will be having delicious stir fries and spareribs and chorizos for dinner for weeks! Today we are touring Cave of the Winds, no Cog railroad due to high wind advisory. | | Monday, February 12th, 2007 | | 9:08 pm |
day 3 of the tour of Denver
Today was the natural history museum. We woke late, ate brunch, and then got in the car. We saw the "Serengeti" Imax show, which sprog loved, and a program on black holes at the planetarium, both of which were excellent and allowed us to rest our weary feet-bones. G's comment when the credits started rolling on the planetarium show, which was narrated by Liam Neeson (after the Serengeti one was narrated by James Earl Jones and we saw an ad for one narrated by Harrison Ford) "Do you *have* to be in a Star Wars movie to get these gigs?!" Sprog wanted a picture in front of all sorts of dioramas, and most of the dinosaurs and all the big cats, pictured, stuffed or otherwise preserved. We went through 27 picutres of a goofy little blonde kid standing in front of assorted specimens. Tomorrow is Glenwood springs (oooh, my tired leetle feetses are looking forward to the mineral springs pool) and perhaps some mountian-driving touristy stuff; stop in the little shops, take pictures at the rest stops, eat dinner in Glenwood. Nice. | | 10:04 am |
day 2 of the tour o' Denver
Yesterday we went to Butterfly Pavilion, which went..fine. Sprog had a blast. G got low blood sugar and otherwise cranky because of the heat in the arboretum around lunchtime. And proceeded to be cranky the entire remainder of the day, joy. L had a gas bubble and some intestinal discomfort for a while, (which he was not at all sympahtetic about), while we tried to shop ans enjoy the Pearl street mall. Herproblwms, er passed..and she was fine the rest of the day. I felt rushed and guilted everytime I tried to shop for myself anywhere. They were both too much for my nerves and I submitted to just going home rather than seeing the Teahouse and having a cup of tea. At least I got to visit Lush. All in all a very annoying day. And G has awakened in the same mood. I think I will tell him off. This is my vacation too, and I have so far felt mostly hassled whenever he has been a part of it. I am seriously sick of swallowing my irritation with him. "How about this plan: you pretend to be in a civil mood and I won't just leave your sorry ass home with the dog?" | | Saturday, February 10th, 2007 | | 7:22 pm |
Colorado Vacay!
So, instead of going camping with the SCA this year, we decided to vacation at home. We do live in a world-class tourist destination, after all. Today the Gav was working, so Sprog and I put on our "amateur palentologist" hats and went to Dinosaur ridge, near Morrison. The ridge is world-famous for the exposed sets of Stegosaurus prints along the road, as well as exposed sandstone rock fossils of beach ripples, mangrove swamps, and some rather extensive bone quarries. We walked a big part of the tour, drove part of it, and then went to the Morrison Natural History Museum. The MNHM is tiny but very effective because you can touch all the fossil castings and all the stone footprints, and they have a very nice little exibit of "ice-age survivors;" Snakes, lizards, etc. Sprog had a blast and impressed the volunteers by being able to correctly identify the voids in a T-Rex skull as nose, eye orbit, ear, and sinus in the right places. She's so smart. Tomorrow is Boulder and the bug zoo! | | Saturday, January 20th, 2007 | | 9:07 am |
"at least we found each other..."
So, the Gavin and I were watching Mythbusters last night on the Tivo, and they are trying (failing) to get a croc to chase a mannequin with legs made of fishnets stuffed with dead quail: G: Don't they watch their own channel? I mean, those should be chunks of zebra or something.. M: Yeah, wildebeast haunches or at least horse legs, I'd bet the crocs know that chasing a bird is useless and that's why they won't do it... G: They should be going down the list of what shows up at the water hole, zebra..warthog..monkey.. M: OMG! some poor freaked-out, skinny, trained chimp they have to prod out to the edge of the water! G: Nooo, Bonzo *zap* staaaaaaay! M: SNARF chortle... G: Jeebus, we should never have reproduced. M: giggle G: I do like your image of poor Bonzo, though, little skinny buggy-eyed thing with a bad case of the twitches IN UNISON: AND MANGE! Many mutual chortles... M: (Whispered) Bonzo no like croc tag, he saw what happened to Bobo! G: Oh dear god, we should never have combined these chromosomes. At least we found each other... In other news, If you're interested, Raks Benazir is performing tonight, at the D-note in Arvada, show starts 7, doors at 6:30, then we will be heading over to Boca for the usual debauchery. | | Friday, January 12th, 2007 | | 8:19 am |
a little local help?
The hubby, the child, and I have decided we do not want to go camping for our vacation this year. We had the brilliant inspiration that we happen to live in a state that is a world-class tourist destination and so we are going to stay home and do all the things we keep *saying* we will get around to someday but never seem to do. We need fabulous colorado-based vacation ideas. We won't be skiing because the sproggle doesn't know how and Gavin has knee problems. We love history and natural science, and we have a 4x. We will be doing this in mid-February, so no amusment parks, but we are willing to brave places like outdoor zoos and winter-accesible ghost towns. We have a goodly list of some Denver based museums, etc, but we need MORE. Shopping oportunities in ethnic neighborhoods. Cave tours. Fabulous restaurants. Haunted Inns. Hidden creepy museums. sleigh rides. We have 10 days to fill here! HELP! | | Thursday, December 21st, 2006 | | 11:27 pm |
Happy Yule!
Our yule-blizzard experience was fairly painless. Except for that moment when something in my brain went *ping* and I told my husband what an utter pain in the ass he is to do manual labor with ("You need to do this *this* way! *NNOOOO* not like that you fuckwit! Urgh he makes me want to kill him absolutely every time, as he sees no difference between his way and the right way, a fault my mother is infamous for.) I told him off rather clearly and loudly and then proceeded to channel my berserker ancestors for awhile and moved a *lot* of snow for someone my size and with my assorted back problems. Really, shovelling snow while seeing through that trademark blood-red haze apparently means you are moving pretty quick. I think I scared our neighbors a bitsy, and several of them are now convinced I am a homocidal bitch, but whatever. Everybody fed and warm and undamaged except for some strained back muscles, no harm no foul. The Lanermonster played in the snow until collapse and is all set to do it again at Gramma's house tomorrow. My car is parked in the local Albertson's parking lot; tomorrow at 6 AM I will have himself shuttle me over to it so I can be on my way to the coporate hell that is my job; we explored the highways and found that the plowing job done on the major streets is a Brazillian wax, in contrast to the 70's hippie shave job they have not done at all on our neighborhood streets. and, in other news: | | Monday, October 2nd, 2006 | | 8:30 pm |
Ohmigod ohmigod...
As an update, I have a second interview for this job I have been so coveting at my employer!!! It is on Wednesday at 1pm Mountain time and I REALLY WANT IT. Ahem, I would also totally kick corporate ass at it. All good energy, prayers, spells etc very very welcome!! --Maggie Edited to add; Interview seemed to go well. It is a good sign when they joke and laugh during such an interview, right? Now I have to wait for a few days to see if I am chosen...keep things crossed! | | Thursday, September 28th, 2006 | | 9:33 am |
my week so far
Waaay toooo busy. And way too stressed. I'm not sure how the interview went. It was a group interview with a list of set questions, urgh, nasty. I can't think of a more difficult format. Everyone was smiling as I left, and I made my points about what I have been contributing so far. I won't even know if I get a second interview until next week. My brain keeps reviewing the things I should have said or done better. Dammit this is torture and is against the Geneva Convention, I am certain. On Sunday my mother called a "family meeting" because she is having a hard time dealing with my stepdad's (mild) Alzheimer's and his diabetes. Mom keeps feeling too tired to cook and ordering takeout. Yeah, feed the guy pizza with white-flour crust and watch his blood sugar soar. Keep snacks in the house that he can't eat but don't go out of your way to find diabetic snacks and treats he *can* eat. Blargh! So me and my brothers got a game plan together so mom can get her damn house sold and the youngest can then get his own damn place, and I spent ALL DAY SUNDAY grocery shopping and pre-cooking meals and making trail mix etc so they now have tons of food in the fridge mom can just microwave for dinner (because she is too exhausted after her workday to do any cooking..I think she has some underlying medical problem that she is refusing to face but meh) that is diabetic-friendly and lowfat and tasty, and there are snacks on hand he can eat. Mom reports his blood sugars have been only mildly elevated at the end of the day ever since they started eating what I made for them. This is a huge improvement over the readings in the high two-to-three hundreds he was regularly showing after dinner. YAAAY! Seriously overclocked, they need to just give me my damn job so I can have that settled and feel less up in the air. I hate this waiting feeling. | | Thursday, September 21st, 2006 | | 10:57 pm |
Official call for prayer, spells, meditation or good energy
Y'know, whatever you call your belief/faith/philosophy's method of sending wishes to the universal mind.. Let me be very clear here, I like my job, my life is pretty good right now, all is pretty nice overall. I do very difficult and complicated customer service for a health insurance company. I deal with angry and/or scared people a large portion of my day. I am extremly good at my job, and NOBODY I talk to ever hangs up mad at ME (pissed off at the insurance industry or their employer or their doc or the hospital or whatever, sure, not me..I was that nice woman who understood them and was trying to help). Yeah, I like my job, I get to help people all day long. However, on Monday I will have an interview with my current employer to spend all my work time coaching others in a system of dividing people by personality type in a conversation and then altering your method of communicating to calm them down and help them understand what is often very complicated and stressful information. I am really good at using this and other techniques in my job, and I love to teach others to do this as well as I do. In short, this is a dream job for me, and wouldn't you like to see people like me doing customer service everywhere? People who liked it and wanted to help and knew what you were talking about? Yeah, it's my own weird little crusade. The interview happens at 1:00 p.m. mountain time on Monday. Please send all good energy you can spare from the more crucial stuff out there. Thanks! --Maggie | | Wednesday, September 20th, 2006 | | 9:39 am |
Birfday and stuffs
So, they postponed my big interview until next week. Bastiches. All the managment keeps making noises, but it is hard on me to anticipate something that is this big to me for this long. Sigh. My birthday was fun, my hubby and the sproglet took me out for sushi and gave me lots of little Japanese treats and new hairsticks and earings and trinkets. And I got sloshed on sake, whee! | | Saturday, September 16th, 2006 | | 12:25 pm |
I can do anything I set my mind to...
Look at this: http://www.snopes.com/photos/arts/microscopic.aspAll things are possible is the message I am taking from it. An omen. Tonight, performance of Raks Benazir, along with our sister-troupe Am'ala and hosted by our friends with Serpent Moon. Takes place at Full Moon Books and Coffee, 9108 West 6th (at Garrison) show starts at 6 and costs $7 for adults and $3 for kids. Monday I have a big job interview for a coaching position for the personality analysis tool they have been teaching us at work. It's a method of categorizing people by the way they speak, especially under stress. I do demanding customer service for a health insurance company, believe me, it is handy to be able to spot what is stressing someone out, get the info you need out of them, and smoothly help them solve whatever their issue is. I'm really very good at it, and I think it would be a great job for me. I can do all things. I will accomplish all things I apply my mind to. Also! After the performance we will be heading out to dance and drink, prolly to Shelter (on Broadway west of the Church...) or 2101 Champa (useta be The Wave). If you're reading this you're invited to join me! | | Saturday, August 26th, 2006 | | 11:34 am |
My life can get less stressful right NOW
Thursday A.M. coming up the ramp in the parking lot, I admit in a bit of a hurry but not going all *that* fast, our parking garage is poorly designed and tightly packed and it SCARES me...I came around the u-bend and BANG! had a fender bender with another employee coming down the ramp. Got out of the car, observed that I had a broken headlight and her bumper was fucked, but otherwise no big, and she's got both left tires several inches into my lane. Kept my cool, made no accusations and did not respond to her confrontational attempts to get me to admit responsibility, exchanged insurance info. I thought that it would be one where we just go fix our cars; it's private property, so no cops will even show up, and at that point it has to be very ironclad whose fault it is before insurance will do anything about it, might as well not even report it and save the hiked rates. The dumb bitch has reported it everywhere, including police (pointlessly) and building security, lying the whole time and carefully omitting the simple fact that she was in my lane. She told building secrity that I admitted to her that I was going the wrong way...uh, there is no wrong way on a 2-lane road, honey, and if you remember, you started to get really annoyed about the third time I told you, "I am assigning no blame here, can I have your insurance information, please?" My insurance agent says that there is no possible way this is going to turn out as anything other than I go fix my car and she fixes hers, I can't even get a ticket...BUT dammit she is trying to commit insurance fraud WHILE WORKING FOR AN INSURANCE COMPANY! There's some nasty federal laws about that and the least of the consequences is that she will lose her job if I can prove it. Another person who works in the building pulled up behind her while we were exchanging information, and stated that he had a personal emergency, asked if he could take some pictures and email them to me, and took pictures with his cell. I haven't heard from him yet, and I was apparently too stressed to retain his name, so any energy you can devote to him doing that would be appreciated. I don't like people lying about me like that, and I find it personally repulsive the level of dishonesty she has stooped to over a 10-year-old car, and she is obviously trying to fuck me over for something that is patently not my fault, so I REALLY WANT THOSE PICTURES!!! Jeebus I could stand to win the lottery. | | Wednesday, July 26th, 2006 | | 10:46 am |
Redneck Family Reunion
Hey, if you're reading this I will be unavailable until next week. No email no cell. I will be in the country part of Indiana at the Redneck Family Reunion. No, this is not some weird event, just my yankee-redneck, Irish-American family getting together. Mostly because my mother and her female siblings (all women of the same stout-and-stiffnecked mold) decided Gramma is definitely going to kick the bucket soon and we should all visit before she does. Now, Gramma is in her mid-to-late 80's and still mows her own lawn with a mechanical push mower, raises some chickens from table scraps (she gave up on the pigs a few years ago, I understand), and lives in the same tiny house on a half-acre farm that she raised 6 kids in. I expect she will outlive my mother. And why the end of July sounded like a good time to them is completely beyond me. Ever been to Indiana in July? 100 degrees in the shade, 100 percent humidity, and the cicadas going whooo-ahhhhh whoooo-ahhhhhh in the trees all day and night so I can't sleep without earplugs, AC and pills. And I am completely the black sheep of the family. None of my cousins or aunts or uncles really get me, they just think I am some kind of freak and attribute it to the fact that I am the spawn of my mother's 1st husband. The one who was so bad no one will talk about him. I do not think or act or look anything like any of these people. Wheeee! Urg, I am so taking advantage of the whole drive-thru liquor store idea. We could have stayed with my youngest aunt, but we opted for a hotel a few miles away so we could flee the madness when we needed to. Wish me luck. Wish me nerves of steel! | | Saturday, July 15th, 2006 | | 1:12 pm |
On etiquette...
This is cute; http://juleskicks.livejournal.com/859415.htmlMy etiquette has always needed work. The general unwashed just irritate me too much, and usually because they are intruding on me, while I was trying to stay away from them. So I get rude back. Etiquette states you're supposed to turn the other cheek, "That's quite alright, old boy, I have another foot! I'll just limp over here," endlessly. The wisdom of the staircase? "Yes, I realize you were taught in kindergarten that it is Bad to hit, but your unlovely boyfriend crashed into me several times before I smacked him on the backfat for stomping down on my foot emphatically. Some dogs can only be trained with a slap on the nose. Go pester someone else now, preferably Mr. Backfat, I'm sure his penis is feeling tiny now that his un-medicated girlfriend has felt the need to tell me how "uncool" I am 3 times." I'm never calm enough to be that eloquent when I'm furious with idiots. I'm afraid I resorted to profanity and volume, which were fun but less impressive. My foot is rather sore today, think it is a bit bruised. I think I noticed it less last night because my feet usually hurt a bit after a night of dancing, mostly muscle soreness. I change levels and turn around so much I over-work the small muscles between the bones of the ball of the foot. | | Friday, July 7th, 2006 | | 10:14 pm |
Dance, monkeys!
Go watch this! I have been arguing that we are all monkeys for a very long time now. http://www.thatvideosite.com/view/2808.htmlBein' a human is a hard thing. Being a good human is damn near impossible so very much of the time. It's a miracle Earth isn't a glowing ball of radioactive glass about now. |
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