Monday, August 29, 2005


I'm very tired. I saw the clock nine times last night between 1108pm and 640am. That's no good. I want to go back to bed.

I finished the book--The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime (which warranted the autism spectrum joke). It was good. It made me sad though, at the end.

And I had some weird dreams. One was about going to college. I guess I was a senior, and I was at a huge futuristic college. It was HUGE. And I got upset because I left one of my bags with someone after watching some opening ceremony or something, and they left the bag there and it got stolen. I found out later that someone who I hardly knew was kind enough to make a mass announcement about it for me. And after getting so upset about it and trying to calm down I formulated a plan. I'd go to Arizona for graduate school. One more year in this huge school and then Arizona. Riiiight. No more icecream before bed.

For the first time that I can recall (perhaps ever, really) I had two parties to go to on Saturday. One of them was at my relative's--the ones who live in Wake Forest. My cousin's husband has gotten a promotion, but it means that he has to move to Malaysia on and off for the next three years. We went, and I talked to Michelle, and of course she asked me for the skinny on my divorce. I told her, and she was amazed, because you know what my Granny thinks? That I left him because all he wanted me for was sex. Which couldn't be further from the truth. I laughed out loud. All in all, it was a fun party. I talked to a lady who I think would really like my mom, and Otto got to meet my cousins, which was fun.

Then off to Ellen's. They were all drunk, the keg was gone, and we were sent on a beer run (damn me for volunteering). We left 45 minutes later.

I think personality types are fascinating, by the way. I'm amazed by them really. I met with people for thermo today--I'll tell you about it soon, I'm sure. Seems like someone always reminds me of my sister.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

ow and double ow.

So, that whole mole thing? Muuuuuuuch more bad than I thought. Muuuuuuch.

I almost passed out on the operating table. I cried quite a bit, and almost vomited, and they had to hold an ice pack to my head. Plus, I could feel them yanking with the stiches, and that wasn't good for the ol' stomach either. They should give you a valium or something. And I'm gonna have a scar on my back. And Otto is not impressed by this fellow's work at all, apparently. By the way, he gets mucho fantastic points for 1) being patient, 2) getting me sushi for dinner yesterday and 3) changing my bandage for me. He's been really really nice about this. Especially considering that I've been a big baby about it. But eight stiches hurt! And they had to treat my mole like it was melanoma, because the pathologist's report suggested that it might have signs of melanoma in situ. And it was dysplastic compound nevis (SEVERE) not just a little-bit-scary-so-let's-cut-a-tinge-deeper mole. I wish they had warned me over the phone. I do so SO much better when I know what's coming. How else would I get through root canals? A shot in the mouth is totally worse, and that big plastic and metal thing they use to isolate your tooth? Yeah, more miserable. But I know what to expect, so I don't freak out.

Even Gobi could tell I was unhappy, I think. I say this because about halfway through the night he moved from sleeping by my head to sleeping by my stomach. He was even half-under the blanket, which he usually can't stand.

I'm very tempted to go back to sleep. I think I might come home early.

What about this blog title--derring-do, dalliance or disease? Ha!

And Jonathan, I don't completely get the joke either. I believe it has something to do with how severe the autism is, so where the person falls on the level of severity. And it was more of a pun than a joke, methinks. And yes, Jessica, I'll send it to you when I'm done.

Oh, and I'm not a vampire. I don't ignite and/or die when exposed to sunlight. I do, however, get a bit of a rash on my chest, apparently. And the doctor thought I might be allergic to my sunblock, but since I've used that kind before I doubt it. Or maybe this is all a big cover so i can begin my night-crawling days. ;)

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

change of plans

so, instead of calling this a blog, I'm thinking about changing it to something about the medical adventures of CRR.

Whadda ya think?

The beach was very fun. We had a very good time. Who knew that riding around on the sand in a jeep with the top down and the doors off could be so darn fun. I lost at putt-putt, but I schooled Dan in some fooz-ball. And we drank heavily while watching the first season of The Sopranos, taking a drink every time they said "f*ck." Ooh, and we played drinking Candyland, which was really more drinking while playing Candyland, but it was still pretty fun. And one of the girls entered a Hawaiian Tropic Bikini contest while I was there (and lost, but entered again last night, apparently, because she so should have been second place in the first one). All in all, quite a lot of fun. The house was like 200 yards from the beach with four bedrooms, a kitchen, a nice sunporch, a game room, lots of decks and a hot tub (complete with a skeezy man in the house behind checking people out with a telescope). I had quite the kick-ass time.

Which brings me back to tales of the medical side. I think I'm allergic to the sun. Or, more accurately, that I have PMLE. You can read up on it, or not, your choice. But thank-goodness and unfortunately, I'm going to the dermatologist today to get that mole re-removed, so I'm gonna ask him. I've ruled out new food allergies (I had a turkey sandwich, water, banana, orange juice and coffee that day before the rash developed) and anything topical, since I've used those lotions before. I had on SPF 45 and sat under a rather cute umbrella most of the day--and that umbrella said it gave an SPF of 50. I reapplied reapplied reapplied.

So, that's my medical update for the day. Which is quite terrible, seeing as how I used to tell myself that everything could be worse, I should be thankful i'm not allergic to the sun. And now, it seems as though I might be.

Think happy thoughts for me a 1130 EDT, if you would. I'm nervous since I sometimes faint when I get shots (which is out of my control, incase you didn't know) and I think it's going to hurt a lot afterwards. But thank goodness it's Wednesday, and this weekend isn't chock full of events...

Friday, August 19, 2005


also, I'm allergic to 'em.

and I have to have my mole removed even further 'cause it's a dysplastic compound nevis or something. I'm not pleased. It's the type of mole that most often turns into cancer, or so they say. No fun at all.

Anybody read The Curious Incident of the Dog at Nighttime? I can't get into it yet, and I wanted assurance that it's worth being patient. I find it quirky and frustrating right now...

Tomorrow we leave for the beach--hurrah! Except I'm bringing my thermo with me, which isn't so fun. hopefully I'll actually do it.

This wasn't an exciting post, I know. But that's okay, right?

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

moles, converse and thermo--oh my!

So, what gives? I have a connection speed of 100 Mbps if I use the ethernet cord, and only 1-5.5 Mbps if I use the wireless. Is it my router (which is a six months for free loaner from TWC) or what? And while we're at it, I can't figure out how to properly secure my connection. I mean, I've tried, but to no avail.

So, insurance companies don't like me. Or maybe they do. People like me are the ones who ruin it for everyone else--who give the insurance people the justification for raising their premiums. I now have more to add to the list. Sinus infection # eleventy billion and a mole removal, amongst other things. They are sending it off for testing, but he said it was probably just fine.

Work is still going rather well. The days go by fast, and I stand up most of the day, which is nice. The only bad thing is that the guy I work for (who I mentioned before) wears oodles of cologne. oodles. To cover up his breath or B.O. or something. And it smells like CKOne or something. Yick.

I almost bought pink converse yesterday. Almost. Sterling things I should, seeing as how he bought converse yesterday. They aren't pink though, as far as I know.

This weekend, the beach!
And homework. My first thermo assignment is posted...I'm rather concerned. I can't be brave about this one since sometimes thermo can be really really hard.

I think I'm going to have to take homework to the beach house (I know, I know). But I have those six problems due Thursday, and two lectures to watch before I do the homework. No good.

But this will be worth it, right? Right?? RIGHT???

I finished Wicked today. It was good. Makes me want to read the Wizard of Oz. It's so funny, because this author is completely taking other people's good ideas and making money on 'em. It's all the American way.

Speaking of the American way...I have another question. Do any of y'all wear the same clothes more than one day in a row? I mean, I'll wear the same jeans or shorts, if they're clean, but I don't ever wear the same shirt, even if it's clean. I don't even like to wear the shirt more than once a week. But people at my work do it all the time. One has worn the same clothes for the past THREE days. Did I miss a memo?

Quote of the week: "Maybe the mole was my sanity, and they removed it."

and I'm out.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005


so, what does one do with a new computer?

one posts, of course. Well, after one loads security programs and office and all.

work is still good. but working with someone with a foreign accent AND who is a good portion deaf presents some problems. like how the word "fill" sounds like "fuel." But I'm going to get to work on catalysts AND membranes now, and I like that. I just wish my cell phone would work in my office. It isn't on purpose--it works in the corridor that connects all the "bays" and in the bathroom.

on the brighter side, there's something fun that I bought yesterday. yes, I know, I like 'em. but you could have figured that out a long time ago.

anyway. on a not-as-fun note, I don't like watercolors. So I bought some more and some new brushes. Maybe that will help.


I think I'm too motivated. Or, rather, I think they think I'm too motivated. Because, well, maybe I am, at least in my chosen field. I asked for some work to do today, or something to read, and I totally got the "let's just ease you into this." It was the engineering equivalent of "chill out and be patient." Which, though fine, is also a bit disappointing seeing as how I'm totally willing to jump right in. Oh well. Other than that it was pretty good though. It's a very well-organized company. And the benefits are swell. And I have my own office until at least October (eventally I'll share it, but the room's a pretty good size). The desk it old old old, but that's okay too. Apparently we'll maybe be moving buildings in a few months, so I may get a new one.

Oh, and I really don't like watercolor paints. I mean, I used to. But now not so much.

A question: how does one become less motivated? Or, at least, behave that way? I mean, without sacrificing productivity and all...

Monday, August 08, 2005

begin at the beginning...

Today is my first day at work. Well, at my new work, anyhow. Apparently I get to put out a fire as part of my orientation. I sincerely hope that I do not pass out or have a panic attack or the like. I've been doing much better about fires, but this is going to be a little bit more of a test. I'm quite sure I'll be fine.

I spent this weekend going out, sleeping in, lazing around the house and reading. I finished HP6, and it was good. I hate it when people leave stupid cliffhangers, but we'll see how it pans out--in like TWO YEARS! I'm now reading Wicked, and it already made me feel sorry for the baby. And it has a lot of sex in it.

Ooh, and I got my new glasses in. They're "nerd hot." Or "hottie dorky." Or whatever. But they're pink and light brown and I do enjoy them muchly.

And I ate some serious sushi. I even bought a book about sushi. Next time you go, ask 'em if they can make a california crunch roll (they'll just add bits of tempura). It's AWESOME and worth the extra 50 cents by far. I also learned that Yellowfin is very good for you, and that California's abundance of avacado has actually gotten the sushi-yas in Japan to start integrating avacado into their rolls too. And next time I go (Otto and I went twice this weekend. We're addicted.) I'm going to try the eel I think. Apparently it's dee-lish.

Alright, it's time to drink some serious coffee and go to work. I'll let you know how it goes. Hopefully it will be enjoyable. I'm really looking forward to working at my new job. It's exciting to think that they want me because of my brain. :)

Cute thought for the day--a kitty cat cuddling up with you while you nap. Gobi sure is adorable!

Thursday, August 04, 2005

All the men/guys/males out there, listen up. Well, I mean, read up. I mean…pay attention. There we go. Anyhoo.

Girls like them.
They can be quite pricey.
They can be a very nice gesture, at a relatively small cost, if you do it right.

Which, apparently, most guys can’t.

Do not, under any circumstances, send:

Or any other apologetic flowers, unless you’ve already been pretty much forgiven.

It’s just a bad idea. Then those flowers get to look the girl in the face, and everyone who sees ‘em will be asking why you got flowers. It’s much better when it’s “because he was thinking of me.” Or “because I had a tough day yesterday, and he wanted today to be better.” Or “because today is my birthday/anniversary/day of my big huge test.” Any of those are fine. Otherwise, send her liquor. Or wine. Or bubble bath. Yeesh.

PS-Everything is fine with me. One of my work friends broke up with her boyfriend two days ago, and he send ‘em. Wow.

Also, now I want flowers. First day of work flowers, anyone? Semi-colon, close parenthesis… (get it?)

when you get to the end, stop.

Ah, Lewis Carroll.


Yesterday was an awesome awesome awesome day. Glorious, even.

I slept in late 'cause I just don't care. At all.
I had sushi for lunch--on Kruger's tab. Mmm mmm mmm.
I had Uno's for dinner.
My computer shipped (it arrives tomorrow!)
And I got a HUGE compliment from my ex-boss who's now my boss's boss. Well, my boss's boss for today, only, since TODAY IS MY LAST DAY AT KRUGER!

At lunch he was talking about how different it's probably going to be working there--and he's right. It is. But then he said that my new job didn't know this yet, but I was going to change them just by working there. That when I'm at a company the energy level goes up--by at least an order of magnitude. I did that at Kruger, and he knew I'd do it at my new job. And they know that once I leave Kruger, though I have impacted it, they're going to lose a lot of energy--probably that whole order of magnitude. Everyone was nodding their heads in agreement. It was nice. And, it was said while I was eating sushi. :)

I am pumped about turning in my computer, cell phone, keys, security card, etc. I'm pretty much finished moving stuff out.

Tonight is dinner at OTB and copious beverage consumption. No skinny dippi--I mean swimming. But it should be fun.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

good news...bad news...

in the animaniacs sort of way, only not...

good news:
two more days at Kruger
I no longer have financial responsibility for Justin's house
I cleaned out the coat closet
My old computer (read:from 1999) still works. Slow as all get out, but it means I won't be internet-less for those few precious days while I wait on my laptop.
I get to have sushi for lunch tomorrow, courtesy of Kruger.

bad news:
I had to see Justin today.
one of my co-workers who lives in texas is simultaneously an idiot, jerk, self-centered and and all around sketchy person. oh, and he's mean.
My attempt to make something awkward more comfortable actually ended up making it even more awkward.

So, I'm not going to regale you with the co-worker tale, because I just don't give a damn anymore, and I'd rather read Harry Potter than type it out. Long story short, he told me how to do my job, except he has no friggin' clue how to do it. It was miserable.

Next up is my going over to Justin's today. We had to sign more papers for the second mortgage. The woman was nice, but she knew nothing. She thought we could finalize our divorce now because we've been separated over six months (nine and some change, actually, 'cause I'm counting). She's wrong. Anyhow, it was pretty tolerable. I brought Gobi over since Justin hadn't seen him since I left him. Justin has a new cat--Sinai. Very spunky and friendly little kitten. What straight single man has three cats? Anyhow, it was all very comfy until I told Justin a punny blonde joke (jonathan knows the one, get him to tell you. it's old and not so funny, but I like it) and when I was done, Justin laughed and said something about how that was the kind of joke I would tell before the summer that he and I started dating. It was rather awkward, and it made me sad and frustrated and happy and upset all at the same time.

He asked me about the Boston Blog Checker, and I explained. Apparently Justin's only been reading my blog since May. He just went back and read all my past posts. He's not the BBC though.

Then, Justin called me on my way home to apologize for sending me the wrapped in cotton email. Apparently he thought he was being cute, and he just wanted me to have the fiona apple music. Whatever the case, it doesn't matter anymore, I'm not upset at all now, though I was at the time.

But how awkward. So so weird. And the notary lady, who was very polite, was amazed by how well we got along. I guess that although I feel a little used by him, I don't care because I've moved on with my life. Still strange though.

Well, time for more reading and perhaps a little cleaning. I hope I get my new glasses soon. I'm not excited about having to wear them at night, but I'm please at the notion of getting cool new ones that will be a bit more comfy on the eyes.

Also, I want a kitten. A little gray one. I want to name her daisy or lilac or sunshine. But I really really want one. :(
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