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You know, I've started this post half a dozen times. I just don't know what to say. I want to bitch and moan about my dad and how he keeps spending money I keep telling him we don't have and keeps putting his account into the red so I have to piece meal the shit out of my savings and have now spent around $300 on overdraft charges and there I got it off my chest.

Let's talk about happier things, shall we?

I work in Cubicleland. Gray cubicles (and floors and walls and ceiling) as far as the eye can see. We're rearranging/rebuilding some (most) of the cubes (except mine) on the floor to get ready for the sale that managers won't admit is going to happen probably this fall ( I mean, who paints a stairwell just because? Really?) and it's quite noisy and busy on the floor right now. I love how some of them are being rearranged - it's been needed for a long time - but, for example, I almost walked into one of the new cubes today. So, I'm awesome.

Change seems to be a recurring theme in my life right now. So, I think my bank account needs to change into having some money. See what I did there?

I splurged on a stack of trashy magazines today. God, I love magaznies. Bought Cosmo, Elle, InStyle and People. I always get Cosmo and a People, but I haven't read Elle or InStyle in eons, so I thought "hey why not." My best friend is abandoning me tomorrow and my boyfriend is abandoning me tomorrow, sooo I need something to do and this something shall be wear a beauty mask, eat unhealthy food and read trashy magazines. God, I'm so LA.

ETA: To show you the depths of my maturity, let me show you my eats today: breakfast broccoli (eesh I hate spelling that word) and carrots with spinach dip; dinner peanut butter cookie and iced tea; supper green pepper slices with a balsamic viniagrette, a third of a box of mac and cheese spirals and a handful of tortilla chips. RAWK. The theme today?: Lazy.
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HELLO. It's been a while, hasn't it? Let's see. Last flood related news was...oh yes. Crap, two weeks ago. A lot of crap has been going on. Hmm. Well, everyone loves lists!

1) Floodage

I'm not going to give any links cuz that would be effort, i.e. requiring me to look for them. Let me try to stuff it in a nutshell. The river crested on June 13th (I mentioned this) and fell quicker than they expected it to...I think it helped that downstream, it had stopped raining the same time it stopped up here, so it was able to drain. Or something more technical and probably actually correct. Our building is structurally sound, which is GOOD, but there are a lot that aren't. The library was completely flooded, they lost 300,000 books. Little King, Mr. Beans and the Blue Strawberry, all of which are basically IT for diners and little cafes for fooding downtown are not coming back. Little King was directly across the street from my work (in our other building, in which they rented part of the first floor from us). Quiznos probably won't come back, Gringos (really good Mexican restaurant) might not come back and same with Brueggers, which is a bageleteria. There's rumors that the Alliant tower, the building across the street from us, was lifted off its foundation and is therefore not structurally sound. I don't know. I haven't heard anything about Cedar River Tower, either.

10 square miles of Cedar Rapids ended up being affected by the flooding. We had 10 employees within in the company lose everything, one of whom is a co-worker of mine. She will be back to work on Monday.

We are renting a building about 20 miles outside of Cedar Rapids, near to our DR's been rough, just because of all the computer mumbo jumbo they're having to deal with. My dad's been working 18 hours days for two weeks straight. He's hoping to get tomorrow off. It's only about 5 miles farther of a drive for me than driving to work normally is, just in a different direction, so I don't mind it. We started last Monday out in Norway, two shifts. I'm on the early shift, which means I get up at like 3:30 in the morning which MAKES ME SO HAPPY NOT.

We did get nifty t-shirts, though. And free food, including free pizza last Friday. Which leads me to my next number.

2) Yuck

About three weeks ago, I was finally diagnosed as having Celiac disease. While I sound relieved, trust me in that I'm not. I'm actually quite upset and freaked out about the diagnosis, but I'm relieved that I've finally found out what's going on. I've always had these health problems, but was never diagnosed. They finally started running me through the tests and biopsies and experimental diets and all that crap a little bit less than a year ago, so I'm glad that's over and I can move forward. I'm also anemic and hypoglycemic but the doctor thinks that those can be fixed with a proper diet.

From wiki:

Coeliac disease is caused by a reaction to gliadin, a gluten protein found in wheat (and similar proteins of the tribe Triticeae which includes other cultivars such as barley and rye). Upon exposure to gliadin, the enzyme tissue transglutaminase modifies the protein, and the immune system cross-reacts with the bowel tissue, causing an inflammatory reaction. That leads to flattening of the lining of the small intestine (called villous atrophy). This interferes with the absorption of nutrients because the intestinal villi are responsible for absorption. The only effective treatment is a lifelong gluten-free diet. While the disease is caused by a reaction to wheat proteins, it is not the same as wheat allergy.

In laymans terms? This means no bread, no pasta, no cookies and no pizza. MY FOUR FAVORITE FOOD GROUPS.

That's a lie. I could have all those things (I quite often have rice pasta) but I'd have to make them myself using gluten-free flour or order ingredients from the internet and that's work. So I eat fruits and veggies. And meat. Ungh.

3)  " I can't believe Tracy savagely bludgeoned an Eagle Scout. That's just not like her."  "But it's not true! I was there! He didn't even bleed."

I've discovered two (threeish) new fandoms. Specifically, Death Note and Hairspray. I've always known about Hairspray but I kinda fell into the fandom after re-watching the newest movie. It helps that Zac Efron is um... my guilty pleasure. Cuz he's hot. (AND LEGAL, ASHLEY.)  Death Note is...ack, just brilliant. It's a psychological mindfuck of a manga/anime and I love it dearly, yes, I do.

4) Redux

David left yesterday. He's gone until August 14th. He left late cuz of the flooding. But! Now I get the whole bed to myself. Delicious.

5) Last but not least

I cheated and went from Planet of the Ood to Turn Left and The Stolen Earth last night. I have one thing to say:


(I wouldn't want to unnecessarily spoil anyone, of course.)

I think that about covers everything. Is that random enough for you?

Now I have to go clean.

Moving on

May. 22nd, 2008 07:35 pm
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Exactly one year ago, almost to the minute, D and I poured the last of the liquor in our house--and it was considerable--my parents used to run a bar, so I inherited quite a lot of liquor--down the sink. D hasn't had a sip of alcohol since that night. He's been dry, part 2, for a year now. They say the first year is the hardest but he's done well. We only had one close incident but nothing ever came of it, for which I'm glad. for you

I'm also glad for you guys. Most of you were terribly supportive not only of him but of me, too. Being an alcoholic is horrible; being in a relationship with one can be nearly as bad. So, thank you.

(On a lighter note, I just stabbed myself in the ear with a Q-tip and it hurts. Damn it. I tell you about these things, that's the sort of friend I am. No. Shame.)
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So one of my dear friends, who is already like uber famous where she lives because she is that. awesome. has had an article written about her apartment and her not-for-profit. And can I just say, Jess, that when we finally buy a place and settle down, I'm totally coming to you for decorating advice? You are just like, naturally awesome How do you do it?

In other news, tomorrow is our one year anniversary. Well, one year from our first date. It's been 366 days since he tried to kill me, though! We were going to go out to the western part of the state and go hiking but with the way is back is right now, neither one of us is willing to risk it.  If something happened again to his back, I would have to abandon him as the weak member of the tribe and forage on for myself and I'm just not down with that. He didn't seem too keen on that idea, either. So we're just going to spend time together this weekend and once he gets better, we'll do a hike. Apparently, we are athletic. He likes living off the wild for some reason but tell me, why did we invent things like RUNNING WATER just for people like him to throw it all away? Hmm?

I painted my nails last night, dark brown. "Cocoa Powder." This is something I always do right before bed so it makes it as awkward as humanly possible to function as I get ready for bed. It keeps me on my toes. If there was a gold medal for nail-painting, it would be mine EVERY TIME.

In case you were wondering, today is Friday. Yay! I love Fridays because that means tomorrow is Saturday and Saturday means NO WORK. On top of that, it will be October on Monday, which is my FAVORITE month AND 90% of the Halloween stuff is out in full-force which means I can decorate my cubicle on Monday. I told people in my department not to be surprised if they get to work on Monday and there's cobwebs and rubber spiders all over their cubicles. They were okay with this, surprisingly. I work with weird people.

My annual address-gathering Christmas card post will be coming out soon. YOU BETTER REPLY.

And last but not least: my eyebrows are EATING MY FACE.

That is all.
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I promise this will be my last post about the apocalypse. Maybe. So, today is Super Cleany Day in the neighborhood. The day after the storm, Thursday, people were out in droves, chainsawing and hacking and all other sorts of things people do to trees when they fall down, but today the city has hired dozens of burly men with woodchippers to drive around and clean up the big trees all sitting along the streets. This is both annoying and quite frankly, disturbingly scary. Annoying because wood chippers are the LOUDEST THING EVER. 

The rumbling is reverberating off every freaking surface in this neighborhood until it's inside your head going GRUMBLEGRUMBLEGRUMBLE. I had my bedroom window open, because it's a gorgeous day, but that ended quickly. And scary because, dear god, have you ever seen a wood chipper? These men are shoving entire TREES into these things for chrissakes and the wood chipper eats 'em up, belches and is all "what? That was it?" 

I have decided I really, really don't want to die by chipper.

It is also Super Cleany Day in Sari's house. I am in a TERRIBLE OCD mood but this is ok because I have already read HP7. I still went and bought my copy, naturally but now I can read it slower because I AM REREADING IT.

[profile] shutterloubug, I believe you owe me a dollar.

I won't post anything about it because I don't want to spoiler people and, well, I am entirely too lazy. 

It annoys me though. It's a sore thumb on my stack of HP books. Who's idea was it to have a bright yellow cover? They should be shot. No! Wood chipper!

Also, the book itself, the story, pisses me off. But we won't go into that.

In other news, Sari is doing well, thanks to those who have asked. Sari, apparently, is also referring to herself in the third. Is anyone surprise? Sari isn't. 

But honestly, I am actually doing very, very well. My feelings this time are nowhere near the way they were the last time David was on site. There's 23 days until he comes home and I am terribly excited for it. Granted, he'll only have four days off before he starts working, but he'll be home every night and that's what matters!

And on Thursday, we lost another beloved family member: my TV. It was my living room TV, so my big screen ("big" being relative) and since about January, it's been doing this thing where the screen will get very small and fuzzy...basically, the black bars grow and squish up the screen. It'd be like that for days and then it'd go back to normal and be normal for weeks. It kept doing this off and on and my dad mentioned that he figured the TV was dying. Which makes sense, since it was inherited and was a good 15 years old. Well, Thursday night, I snuggled into bed with my Tivo remote and set about to watch one of my recorded shows, as is the habit when I go to bed when David is not home. 

About five minutes into the show, the TV goes FUZZ, gets squished small and blinks off. And that was it. Wouldn't turn back on. So this morning, my dad brought over one of his extra TVs... yes, he has extra TVs...and so now I have a new (only two years old), 4" larger big screen. YAY. I can watch Tivo again! I was seriously spazzing the last few days. I'm such an addict. At least it isn't Grey's season!

So now I am going to go clean and organize and do laundry and then I will snuggle into my bed with a cup of tea and finish rereading HP. 

I hope you all have gorgeous Saturdays, as well!

ETA: And, in case you're wondering (which you aren't, but whatever), I most definitely have it on my list to buy another Tivo. I need one for the bedroom, too, you know!
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I've taken to sleeping on my boyfriend's side of the bed. Not even on purpose (at least, not consciously), I just started waking up that way. I start out on my side, generally on my stomach, or on my side but closer to the middle, but I wake up with my head on his pillow and my feet hanging off my side of the bed. It's weird and not entirely comfortable. My back has hurt constantly for the last week!

Today is food day at work. We have a team set u p at work. Generally 6 - 10 people on a team, five teams on the floor. Or something. Last week, we effectively traded one of our full time people for a part time person. And really, that's fine, because we have the largest team on the floor, so having a part-timer isn't going to hurt us. But I liked the girl that moved to a different team. She's one of those really cute, squishable people that you always want to squish. 

Needless to say, the person we got in the trade is significantly less squishable. But maybe he will prove squishable with time.

The thing is, today we're having a food day to say goodbye to her and say hello to him. In principle, I can understand it. But dear god, the food days. I think there've been three this week. And, okay, most of them aren't floor-wide food days so they don't really affect me...but still. People offer to share and THERE IS SO. MUCH. FOOD. All these people do is eat!

And I am completely lazy and made nothing for food day, so I am going to The Shopping Behemoth That Shall Not Be Named for work and buying a salad of some sort, dumping it in a tupperware, here you go.

Then tonight, I get to see my friend again. The one I saw a couple of months ago for the first time. Wee! So, so excited. She's been one of my very best friends for six years now. I'd be lost without her. I'm glad we're not going another two years without seeing each other!

Unfortunately, it will be a very long day. I didn't sleep well, I've been up since 4:21 and I was given a huge project on Wednesday to finish by today, in addition to all my other daily work, because I've got the time for that? And let's not forget the project I had to do and completely yesterday that my boss hinted took precedent over the much more important and much larger project that has to be done today. 

Gar. I hate the corporate world. 

And! The second (and last) Friday the 13th of the year. Be careful! No walking under ladders or black cats (crap, I own one) or opening umbrellas indoors, mmkay?
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Well, pseudo-crisis. I've been invited back into the community of whence I spoke. Apparently, I was forgotten or some such nonsense in the first go around, but really I don't care because I'm only in it for one thing, anyway.

I haven't been on LJ in approx 3 years, either. I have a lot of catching up to do. 

However, this catching up is not going to happen tonight because 1) major headache. I was supposed to go an awards dinner dealy-ma-bob tonight but um. Yeah, not happening. My head would explode from the applause and crap. (Though my friend Tara was kind to point out that maybe alcohol served there would help? But alas, no.) I was going to go with David (cuz I'm not a student anymore, so it's not like, verboten.) (I like parentheses.) But David's going by himself to accept his award, going to schmooze with some friends and then he's coming home. 

There's a bunch of crap going on with him right now, too, but I'm not comfortable talking about it yet.

Other than the major headache, I have to clean. Like have to clean. This place has to be spotless by Sunday.

What's Sunday, you ask? 

Just the day when I'll be a mom...again.
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So, it's Valentine's Day. Hip hip hooray. 

Okay, don't get me wrong. Probably my second or third favorite holiday after St. Paddy's Day and Christmas. It's an excuse to show and tell people you love them and give them things you might not normally give. Not everyone is kind enough to give their loved ones random gifts. Anyway. So I like it. 

But today, it can suck me.

I am Death Warmed Over. Nice to meet you. I woke up the other day with the World's Worst Cold. I swear, my head is a ticking time bomb. It will explode at any minute. I have almost no voice, completely stuffed up and my chest is so sore it aches and hurts me to breathe or move. 

Never let it be said I am not ambitious.

So anyway, my boyfriend and I were going to go ice skating today but he doesn't want me out in the cold more than I have to be. It's sad because it was actually in the low 40s the other day, but it's 13* again. Woe. So we are temporarily postponing that be. But he's promised to cook me supper (this is a huge thing, if you know him) and there's gifts on the kitchen table, wrapped and everything. Also huge. But I got home this afternoon and I opened the door to the apartment and the apartment is just comPLETEly packed with flowers. 

136 roses, one for every day since he met me, according to him. 

So, I may be dying. But I'm definitely not complaining.

EDIT: For the record, since I've been asked more than once, St. Paddy's is my favorite holiday because it's an excuse to be drunk, especially on Guinness and eat fish and chips and corned beef. As you know, these are the three most important food groups. The End.
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I have to, cuz I'm dating a Scot. He's even making me wear his plaid... excuse me, his tartan

But, super cute skirt. So I'll stop complaining about that bit. As long as he stops complaining about the boots and completely mismatched tee shirt.


People, there is haggis in my fridge. Haggis. It's there quite often. He enjoys it, for some reason. And when he makes it, I leave the house.

But it's there. Everytime I open the fridge, it stares at me. And I have to eat it tonight. I'm tempted to buy a brisket of corned beef and a head of cabbage and try to outstink him. 

Hmm. Corned beef. Actually, that's a good idea. *adds to list*

There's a dinner tonight (as is traditional) and he wants to go, or at least attempt going, even though he's sick. I'm certainly not going to complain about seeing my boyfriend in a kilt. 

No, I don't have problems.

I dunno. I suppose it's no different than a sausage, right? And if I keep telling myself that, I'll be able to eat it? 

Uh, no.

It is kinda fun seeing all the people wandering around in different color pla...tartans, pardon. Silly American, me. 

Although, skirt? 24*? Not my favorite. Thank god for tights. In fact, I love tights. I hated them when  I was younger, but I love them now. Is that sad? 

I'm feeling better today. Much better. There appears to be something true in what they say about getting enough sleep. I'm in a relatively hyper mood, but that might be the four glasses of kool-aid I've had?

Oh well. Off to do crap. 

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Some of you may remember me as The Girl Who Used to Post Every Day. Remember those good old days? What's happened, you asked?

Simple. My life has gone to shit.

But enough about that.

There are so many more things that I should do than post. There's the two books I have to finish, the stories I have to finish, the greeting cards I have to make, the homework I have to do, the cleaning I have to do and then there's the taking care of Dave and getting things ready for him to have surgery and making sure his student aides have what they need to last another two weeks without him teaching. There's two in particular and they read this journal on occasion, so I want to say thanks from both of us to Lucy and Tom for being so incredibly invaluable.

This post is going to end up about 5 hours late from when I actually started it. David had an appointment to get some pre-op stuff done, but I ended up taking him to the urgent care clinic because he was in pain. So they upped his pain meds, gave him a shot and we're hoping he holds out til Friday morning. 

Can anyone say 'stressed'?

But at the same time, I feel so selfish. I'm sitting here bitching about the hell hole that has become my life (are you sure you want to be my friend? I hear it's catching...) when my boyfriend is passed out in the bed because of the amount of pain meds they had to give him just so he could breathe. Or when my parents' anniversary is in less than a month and my dad is alone.  Or when other people have problems. My problems aren't anymore important than anyone elses. 

I just complain more. 


I'm gonna try this posting thing again.


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