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Friday, March 18th, 2011
2:13 am	Census meme courtesy of GSH 1971 Big Year, I was born! 1981 Ten years old, Math sucks. Got whacked with a ruler for using my left hand to write with, as it is a sign of witchcraft. Had to go look up witchcraft. Swam for team for over a decade. 1991 Got shot at, had State Police protection over religious issues between seperation of church and state. No friends. No boyfriends. Raped. Several teachers made a positive difference in my life. Escaped high school and went to College for education degree. Depressed. Best friends, boyfriend. Con geek. Car wrecks 1, 2 ,3 2001 Left education on account of head injury. Secretary, then web development, Wrecks 4,5,6. Learn to walk again, lots of physical therapy. Sue Lawyer, Doctor and Chiropractor. Lawyer is expelled from the bar, doctor gets two years and chiropractor gets off. Got into long term therapy Working dream job. Happily married to GSH in my house with the picket fence. Get Sierra. Adopt King and Blaze. And the day I'll never forget, 9/11. 2011 Dad dies. My world stops. King dies. Married happily to GSH. Bounced along several part time jobs. Adopted Monty. Checked into eating disorder clinic for a month. Took horseback riding lessons and leased a horse to ride! Started dance lessons. Worked to start own business. Current Mood: contemplative (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 19th, 2009
2:25 am	Hospital Trip Part Duex Really enjoyed my latest excursion to Inova Fairfax tonight (last one 3 weeks ago) courtesy of an anaphylactic reaction to my newly prescribed Doxycycline. Nothin' says loving like "Darling, wake up. I'm covered in hives and an itching red rash and I'm having trouble breathing.' and have hubby lever himself upright like The Mummy. Poor Greg. What a wonderful hubby. Poor thing got exactly two hours of sleep. Which is more than I'm likely to get, jacked up on Albuterol. Eh. Sleep is over rated. Nebulizers are the greatest invention. I *heart* breathing! Now I have a z-pak for my sinus infection, prednizone to reduce swelling, albuterol to improve breathing, benadryl to kill more out of control allergic reactions and something else I can't remember on top of the usual cocktail. Hmmm. Coherency is over rated too. *boing*! Current Mood: bouncy (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 10th, 2009
11:48 pm	ROTFLOL Politics Trying to be a responsible citizen, I was on CNN this evening following the news, one of the articles being a Democratic commentary on the subject of how Obama is fortunate in his enemies. In it, the author, Paul Begala mused on the differences between the dying breed of Republicans with, dare I say it, class and understanding that being on opposide sides of the aisle made a person your opponent not your enemy. He went on the bemoan the delivery style, not to mention lack of class, of the Rep. of La who delivered the rebuttal, which I haven't seen but understand it was less than stellar. Then he observed the many failings of the Repulican party morals, including one I hadn't encountered yet, Republican Assembleman from California Mike Duvall. In his commentary, Begala says: "Recalling Louisiana Gov. Bobby Jindal's impression of Kenneth the Page from "30 Rock" after the last Obama address to Congress, my old pal James Carville suggests prohibiting Louisiana Republicans from responding to Obama. But it's not just Louisiana -- nor is it just South Carolina -- although Joe the Blowhard and Mark Sanford are quite a Palmetto pair. Comes news this week also of California Republican Assemblyman Mike Duvall. The family values conservative (aren't they all?) was caught on an open microphone bragging about literally being in bed with lobbyists, as well as his firm commitment to strong discipline." No way. I thought. He can't possibly be meaning what it says, I must have read it wrong. So I read it again. No way! Yet both CNN and the LA Times reported: "On video and audio footage from the California Channel, a television organization that tracks California governance, Duvall is heard laughing at times as he tells of an extramarital affair with a colleague's female staffer who is 18 years his junior. He said he likes spanking her." Ah, for the good ol' days when only naughty liberals spanked people. Ew. Ick. For a brief period of time, the video was up on You Tube, before being yanked down by CBS over copyright. Yea ... right. I'd be more likely to believe that one if I could find the video on CBS. America in action on fast forward. Post to the masses, copyright screaming, censorship. Seriously people. WTF? On the other hand, their implosion couldn't be happening to a nicer group of people. I just sit back and laugh and laugh. I lived too long in Lynchburg to do anything else but enjoy this spectacular dissolution for that group of high handed "sister Bertha better 'en you" moralistic twits. I hope ol' Jerry "Paganism and gays caused 9/11" Falwell is spinning in his grave. I, personally, didn't take kindly to being blamed for the deaths of thousands on account of my chosen religion. Yessir, this was a long time comin' and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 9th, 2009
11:24 pm	Outrageous! I can't even believe it myself. I watched it twice just to make sure I heard right. At least he apologized, but holy fsk! http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/09/09/joe.wilson/index.html#cnnSTCVideo That's just wrong. I don't care who you are. Kudos to the booing HoR and Senate members. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 9th, 2009
10:03 pm	Fang Shui: Lessons I have learned this week by: Montoya When jumping into Mom's bed without permission, do not slide across the sheets and spear Mom's naked rear with a claw. I don't know why, but it makes her grumpy. I love the joy of being tall enough not to get busted counter surfing for food. Just walk, sniff, gulp! Do not lick Dad's sandwich when it is sitting on the table. Discovering how to lift an entire jumbo bag of rawhide to share with your new girlfriend is great, getting busted doing it, not so great. Discovering the joy of being tall enough to shove your entire head to the bottom of the trash can without turning it over means making sure not to get caught with your head in the trash. Dogs that can reach the laptop keyboard with their paw while sitting still cannot type. Mom is not a Milk Bone. Mom and Dad are mates. Mom does not mate with me. Neither does Dad. Sierra has teeth. And she knows how to use them. The guest bed is not a dog toy. Mom says canine attendence in the bathroom is not mandatory. Hasn't stopped me yet, its the best place to capture humans for scritches. Just because you can leap on Mom when she is lying in the rocking chair doesn't make it a great idea. Newton's Third Law of Motion. Next week's goals: Having the ability to catch a ball would be a wonderful thing. Learning how to trot while not falling on my face - still working on that one (3 Comments |Comment on this)
9:53 pm	We have adopted the canine wrecking ball He is a sweet, wonderful dog, our Monty, but our year old gigantic puppy is an amazing canine wrecking ball. To date, he has: Fallen so hard against the laptop cord while plugged in that the socket got shoved into the drywall and the plug tines had to be straightened with a hammer Tripped over the power charger cord and yanked the recharger and cell phone out, depositing them four feet away Ate the dried flower arrangement while knocking over the vases Leapt from the middle of the upper stairs and hit the hard floor at velocity, then sliding across the hardwood and taking out two dog bowls full of water, his food bowl and a chair before coming to rest against his bed Utilizing his bed, he masturbates (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 14th, 2009
4:16 am	Please forgive the ramble. Am I having a midlife crisis? Could someone please tell me if I'm having a midlife crisis? I have a wonderful husband whom I love more than life itself. I have a house over my head and food in my belly. I have a dog who thinks the sun rises and sets on me. The majority of people on this planet cannot make the claims I just made. And yet, this b.day feels different, has been feeling different all week. It's ... off. Wrong. Sort of. I don't know why. I feel unfulfilled with my life. I can't comprehend why I am not satisfied with the wonder that is my life. I'm not dis-satisfied. Just ... not satisfied, exactly. Lately I feel like I've lost the family I built for myself up here. A lot of that is by choice. I chose to let go of my best friend because I felt like she was becoming toxic. But yesterday was her b.day and tomorrow is mine and I miss her. Is that crazy? The anniversary of my father's death was a week ago, his birthday is a week from now. Am I melancoly? Yes. I miss my Dad. A lot of the writing I'm doing now is built on things he taught me. I went to a July the 4th party at a friends and rediscovered my submissive nature for the first time in 3 or 4 years. Am I restless? I turned into a hermit and disappeared. Now I don't know where a lot of my old friends and aquaintances are and I don't know how to invite them back into my life after I disappeared for years. Should I just move forward? My last coven exploded in my face back in December. I feel unfulfilled as a solitary but unable to invite people back into a new coven. Taking that risk frightens me even as it calls to me. I've been prevaricating for over a month and I'm sick of myself. I went back to a part time temp. style web job. I went to "war" on behalf of my friend who got me the job on the IT Chimp, who acted as a chimp and therefore seriously had it coming. I felt both jazzed and blitzed at the end of the day. There was pleasure in accomplishing things for a good friend, organizing, getting back in the groove and realizing I haven't really lost a step with work. Until I got home. Then there was Ortho spilled all over the tool shelves in the laundry room and the house reeked. I felt infuriated because I thought I'd tossed that toxic crap out of the house a year or more ago. Apparently, I missed a bottle and the chemicals ate their way out of the bottle. I came right to the edge of a panic attack and had a blood sugar crash. Just how does someone who just went through all I went through go and pick up the pieces of the life I abandoned nearly three years ago so I could discover the joys of hormones and catatonic depression? Is it true you can never go back? Do I just need to throw myself back into the crucible repeatedly until I toughen back up again? Just how much anti-anxiety medication will this require? Each b.day is one further year from the hell of my life from birth through 20s. I survived! I celebrated reaching 30 because I couldn't believe I actually made it that far. Have I become sick and tired of just surviving? I feel tired of playing it safe. Do I dare want more for myself? My life? Have I lost my mind!? This is the first time in my life that just surviving is no longer enough. Even more annoying, I have no idea what to do about it. Buy a sports car on a whim like my Dad did? Close my eyes, point to someplace on a map of the US and yell "Road trip!"? Get a tattoo? Go on a retreat? I am by nature an organized person who takes joy in planning out trips. I suffer chonic PTSD and I hate surprises. I am sick of planning and the majority of my emotion snarls if you make one more fsking compromise ... Bleah. This is what I get for staying up late. All spelling errors are forgiven, I already took Ambien before I sat down to write. I love anybody who manages to get to the bottom of this! Hugs, Pam Current Mood: confused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 15th, 2009
2:36 am	Dear Microsoft Your product is such an unbelievable example of walking fertilizer you can't even complete a simple security update without completely FUBARing it. Now I can barely read my fuzzy monitor and can't write without getting a headache on my beloved Dell. I hate you. Love me. Current Mood: cranky (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 10th, 2009
12:42 am	Global Warming Part 1 - Explanation So I finally decided to do it. It's hubby's idea anyway, so if I bore you, blame him. *grin* I've been inflicting my ideas on him for a couple of years now, and he suggested I would improve the explanations if I shared them on LJ and asked everyone for their ideas and feedback and critical thinking. Maybe I'll publish a book. :) So, once upon a time a little girl loved rocks. Looking back even today, it still seems like a strange thing for a little girl to do, but hey, I was born in the Appalachians and they're lovely, ancient mountains with a plethora of geologic features. So, I loved rocks. I'm not talking about dinosaurs and fossils, I'm talking about rocks. I brought rocks into the house as a toddler. At the age of nine, my father brought home a teaching slide and cassette tape about Hawaii and Geology and I watched it until I had it memorized. I went on vacations and took pictures of rock formations instead of people. I went to college and nearly blundered into a double major of Education and Geology from simply taking so many Geology classes. I was one class short, but didn't learn that until my last semester. As an educator, I taught Physics and Chemistry to Middle Schoolers. I married an astronomer and got seriously interested in the geology of other planets. Today, I go on vacations and buy books on the geology of the place. My other, much more recent passion, is global warming. As a member of the many species that inhabit this planet, I figure I have a greater than average interest in Earth's welfare. My study of Geology has taught me that the Apocalypse is nothing new to Earth. When the dinosaurs died out they didn't go alone. 65% of the Earth's species went with them. That's pretty bad, but it doesn't come close to the worst of Earth's extinctions. That belongs to the so called Permian Extinction, roughly 300 million years ago, when 95% of all life on Earth dropped dead. And only in the last decade have we humans learned why that happened. One night, unable to sleep like usual, I was watching the Discovery Channel, to which I confess to being addicted. They had a show on about the Permian Extinction and the discussion of what might have happened. As I watched the explanation unfold, it occurred to me that the very same thing was happening again, just a lot faster. I did a lot of digging. Then I got scared. I'd spent a lot of time studying Global Warming, reading Al Gore's graphs, educating myself on the sciences of glaciology and the chemistry of CO2 uptake and the role of plants and trees and how the biology of life had polluted a CO2 atmosphere into an oxygen rich atmosphere billions of years ago. Beginnings fascinate me. And the beginning of the Permian Extinction and the beginning of our own Global Warming crisis bore remarkable similarities. They're so close, in fact, that the ONLY differences are what caused the CO2 increase in the first place and how quickly the rise occurred. Should those similarities continue to the conclusion reached by the Permian Extinction, humanity might very much be running out of time a lot faster than originally thought. Currently, scientists claim our no turning back point is a ten degree F rise, which at the current rate would be reached in 100 years. I think that's optimistic. Instead, if we continue to follow the Permian Extinction route, our no turning back point is at only five degrees F, and the clock started ticking ten years ago. In the last ten years, temperatures increased by one degree F. That leaves us only four degrees F more to go. If we continue to increase the temperature by one degree F per decade, the point of no return is in only 40 years. In our lifetime. In these posts, I propose to show the following: The Earth has, in fact, experienced a rapid increase in global temps, although not this quickly. Contrary to some scientists, Global Warming has happened before in just such a fashion as we are currently experiencing and from just such a cause as CO2 increases. The no turning back point is in 40 years, not 100, as currently proposed and that assumes that the rate does not increase. In fact, to change our current course, CO2 levels and emissions must decrease drastically. I will make these proofs without the so called "tainted" sciences, a concept I think is bunk but I'll do it anyway in an attempt to prove Global Warming to people who don't believe in it because sciences such as glaciology or CO2 monitoring are so "new" and therefore suspect as insufficiently tested. Instead, I'm using basic Geology, Chemistry and Physics and concepts/laws that have been around for a while that we all learned in school and that I personally have taught. It has the potential to be fun, at least for me. And I get to share all my ideas with someone besides my long suffering husband. *lol* I look forward to your comments. I'm hoping you can help me with expansion of ideas and pointing out weaknesses in my arguments or places where more information needs to be provided. (Comment on this)
12:38 am	Being Ambien brained is ... Being awakened by a thunderstorm, not realizing it and decided you were awakened by your body to go to the bathroom. You swing feet over to step on floor but encounter fur. Fur? Where is floor? Where is carpet? Feel around with feet, encounter cold nose. Fur + Cold Nose = Dog. Why is dog under the bed? HOW did dog get under the bed? BANG! BOOM! Ah, enlightenment. Mumble "It's ok Sierra" before face planting again. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
2:06 am	Today's Fang Shui - You know your dog doesn't like thunderstorms when ... She comes up the stairs, jumps into the guest bed and utilizes it as a bridge to the arm rest of your office chair - presumably preparatory to jumping into your lap while you type on the computer. Generally, that's not at issue if you're a poodle, slightly more problematic when you're an 80 lb German Shepherd. Current Mood: amused (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
12:49 am	Home improvement - molding The drywall in our house, near as I can tell, is as OLD as the house. It's settled with the house, bows out with the house and cracks under the pressure. It's brittle and warped, and I spent weeks adding dry wall spackle, sanding, adding more spackle, sanding and oh, did I mention the spackle? So watching my husband hauling away with a hammer at a stubborn brad stuck in molding, I knew the drywall would hold. I opened my mouth and ... crack! The hammer went right threw the drywall. I looked at it, then I turned myself around and pressed my head to the window. At that moment, I didn't know if I was obliged to kill my most beloved husband. Of that moment, my hubby later said: "I almost decided then and their to grab the nail gun and put a nail in my head. Then I decided you might be the one who put the nail in my head!" I smiled sweetly at him and replied "If you REALLY loved me, you'd have saved me the trouble." OUCH! Still, the molding is going up, two whole walls are up in two whole days! When they say in those DIY books, beginner 8 hours for molding project, they lie like rugs. In the future, I will probably call a pro. Some jobs just need somebody who does the work a lot to know all the tricks. Current Mood: aggravated (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 29th, 2009
9:31 pm	Where's my jetpack? The jet pack, though, has never really taken off, Wilson says. The problem is its practical application. While a rocket belt could propel a screaming human to 60 mph in seconds, its fuel lasted for only about half a minute, "which led to more screaming," Wilson says. http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/science/05/29/jetpack/index.html This was from an interesting article on CNN entitled "Where's my 'Amazing' Future?" SciFi geeks will find it interesting. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 27th, 2009
11:04 pm	Why I want my husband to get me a goat Part 2 Look love! I got proof our goat could run his own lawn mowing service: http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/05/27/maryland.highway.goats/index.html (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 26th, 2009
1:41 am	Happiness is ... Your dog, asleep on the bed behind you, utterly at peace with the world, chasing rabbits in her sleep. (Comment on this)
Monday, May 25th, 2009
2:21 am	Why I want my husband to get me a goat Visited baby goats at reedrover's farm. Now I want a baby goat. How cute! Fell in love with the two whose dad, if I'm recalling correctly, was Loki. Bernard nibbled on my hand and drew blood, but don't worry, it's "only a flesh wound!" I wrapped it up in a big lime green band aid in honor of the occasion, which was funner when I did it and less funny now that I'm typing. LOL One of them Apollo, Collen is selling as a pet goat who wanted only his scritches. Dear ... can I have a goat? Can't you just see it? You'll never have to mow the backyard again. Our goat could get a job, start his own yard care buisness. We'll hire him out as a yard mower. Never worry about composting the back yard. Compost, delivered to your yard for free. 100% organic! Sierra will have company. She could herd the goat. Colleen can still shave his fleece if she wants too. He can be a great ambassador to other kids. (Pun not originally intended) Goats can be housetrained and dog door trained. It'll be fun! No? How about a llama? Better yet, how about both? No? But Greg ... *whine* Party pooper! *huff* Current Mood: crazy (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 19th, 2009
12:28 am	BRRRUUUCCCE! Dear Bruce Springsteen, Every time I hear you play I believe in a higher power. Tonight was no exception. What sorry pansy off that useless American Idol could play American rock, 150 year old spirituals, a classic jazz number, an Irish jig and random musical requests from a crowd of 35,000 while playing any of 100 different songs of your own creation going back over 30 years the way you and the E Street Band just did? I KNOW no one else out there today could do all that for 3 solid hours without a break, just you, your band and a plain black stage. No movies, no light shows, nothing but you and the music without stopping. When you sing The Rising I am uplifted. When the crowd sings Born to Run with you, your obvious love and outright joy in what you do exalts me. Sharing it with my hubby makes it just perfect. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 15th, 2009
12:07 am	Hiking! Today, before the storm hit, Sierra and I went hiking at Scott's Run with piecesofcandy. Then we came home and slept, flat as pancakes for three hours! Now I've got more energy than Sierra does, she's been asleep all day. Rough life. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 10th, 2009
12:22 am	The Vaginal Wrench at work http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/africa/05/09/kenya.sex.lawsuit/index.html A Kenyan man has sued activists who called on women to boycott sex to protest the growing divide in the nation's coalition government. James Kimondo said the seven-day sex ban, which ended this week, resulted in stress, mental anguish, backaches and lack of sleep, his lawyer told the state-run Kenya Broadcasting Corp. The poor baby! It sounds like he has PMS! Stress? Mental anguish?! OMG! Over what? Which hand he was supposed to be using?! ROTFLOL!!! *snork*snork*snork* Current Mood: amused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 8th, 2009
3:09 am	Yes, I did enjoy the movie Unashamedly, I am a second generation Trek fan. My father watched Star Trek reruns with me every Sat. evening, without fail. Sitting in the thick rocking chair with him is one of my very earliest memories. I began reading the ST books about the same time they started coming out. I've got some amazing book collections of Trek, first editions, many signed all well read. So when I went to see the new Trek movie, I was curious and cautiously optimistic. I've not missed the opening night of any Trek movie (thanks Dad) and my beloved Greg made sure I got to see this one too. (Thanks sniggle). I enjoyed it, which was a pleasure and a surprise. Unlike any Trek movie since 4, this Trek movie was Trek. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed all the Trek stories, esp. TNG, which deserves more kudos than I can offer. But TNG was about TNG. I couldn't find a movie or a show that was straight up Trek, with that certain something that said Classic Trek. This movie had that certain something. After decades, I finally felt that something that pulled the Trek nation together to remember an old TV show that didn't have a lot going for it at the time. It was great. At the end, a lovely voice over by Leonard Nimoy of the classic Trek lines uttered before each show was heard, complete with necessary "no man" to "no one" change. The music from ST Season 2/3 came on, it was a trip back to memory lane, sitting with my father's arms around me. The music shifted to later versions but I had a headache and I had to get out. I raced to the bathroom and burst into tears. I had so not expected it. I am coming up on the 6th anniversary of my father's death. He would have loved this movie. We would have loved watching it together and talking it over. It was a special place and time and we bonded tightly over it. And now, for the first time, I could remember what that was like and know I would never have it again. I miss my dad. Even now, six years later. Here's to you, James Samuel Meek. You will never be forgotten. (Comment on this)