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Jun. 28th, 2009 @ 06:07 pm
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Heard from ThingOne today. It's still not official, but he was called into the dean's office this morning, raked over the coals (pretty thoroughly, by the sound of it), but told that he could stay. On academic probation, with the addition that this is his very last chance, period, but he can stay. It's still not "official"--that dean has to get the rest of the committee to sign off on it--but she said she liked his attitude, so she'd give him this one last chance.
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1. Money. Or lack thereof. And the next person that tells me to just live within my means I'm going to smack, because we were. And then the pay cut happened, and our means shrunk. Even keeping track of every last penny (literally) doesn't help make any more of it. I have papered this stupid town with applications and resumes, and even the fast food joints--my last resort--aren't hiring.
2. ThingOne just informed me he's failed Seafoods, and has appealed to stay in school. He might--he's allergic to seafood, and can't taste his own stuff--but this is also the second time he's failed a class and had to appeal, and my guess is that on Thursday, they're going to deny his appeal, and he'll be coming home over the weekend. I hope not, for several reasons, but I'm feeling pretty pessimistic about it.
And I'm really tired of that sinking sensation in my gut. Can I catch a break here, please, Universe?
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Jun. 17th, 2009 @ 01:59 pm
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Which sucks worse-an anxiety attack, or the disconnectedness from Xanax? (Valium-I don't remember which one I've got.) I'm about to find out, I guess. The worst part is I know what brought this on, and there's damn all I can do about it.
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I was cruising youtube, looking to see if any of my favorite long-haired people had put up new 'do tutorials. After that, I was link-hopping. Remember when I said I was impressed with the women's hairstyles when the Mormon compound in Texas was raided? Yeah. I found something else to be impressed by...Apostolic hairstyles.
Ok, first off, I never knew there was such a thing. But there is, and apparently I've been missing out. Definitely some cool 'do's, although the southern roots are showing-big hair is the order of the day, with plenty of back-combing and Aquanet everywhere. Some of them I just can't do. My hair is about halfway down my thighs, and for a lot of the 'do's that's just too much. But some of them... If I can come up with a work-around for the back-combing (that doesn't involve ratts-I have no idea where mine are) should be able to do several of them.
Yeah, yeah, I'm easily entertained. And upon further thinkiness, church hair isn't as weird as this struck me the first time I saw it. Still, that was definitely my "what the...?' moment of the evening.
There's always a brush on the desk; I wonder how many bobby pins I can lay hands on in the next 15 minutes...
ETA: Ok, the more I watch these, the more I'm impressed. This is old-school hair styling. Of the kind I don't do, as anyone who's ever met me could tell you. One of the things I like about long hair is that it's pretty much wrap and go, and a slicked-back 'librarian' bun tends to be my default. I also have a jar of hairsticks, and a half dozen or so one-stick styles. (I do occasionally wear it braided, or get fancy. There are about six nice days a year when I wear it down.) I can comb it out, wind it up, stick a few pins/a stick in it and go while most short-hairs are still dancing with the blow dryer. I'm still going to experiment though; some of these are really nice. The poof just kills me, though. Shades of 80's mall bangs (which I never had, tg!)
Jun. 13th, 2009 @ 08:11 pm
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Today is the next-to-last day of school. It's also the next-to-last day I have to get up at five o'freaking clock in the morning. I am SO going to sleep in* on Monday!
*Unfortunately, "sleep in" probably means getting up at 630. But as long as I get to wake up on my own and don't have to get up to a %&#$@!! alarm clock, I'm okay with that.
Jun. 11th, 2009 @ 05:28 am
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Why is it that when I wear jeans and no socks, my feet are cold, but if I wear shorts and no socks, they're fine? Same temp, same bare floors... what's the difference?
In other news, I don't think I'm ready for in-laws yet. ThingOne is having gf drama. She was planning on coming down here for the weekend, but her parents strictly forbade her to do so. She's 20. I still haven't heard the final outcome, but I'm hoping she does; A-I'd like to meet her, and B-my inner wild-eyed rebel hates to see other people get knuckled under like that. I have all kinds of opinions on the subject, but I'm (so far) mostly managing to keep my mouth shut and my opinions to myself. We shall see, I guess.
In house news, the last batch of folks loved the kitchen but didn't like our house, or the other one they looked at. Still, people are looking, which is more than we had six months ago. Heck, more than we had six weeks ago.
Off to make a cheesecake, me, and buy another couple of racks of ribs. I didn't realize babybacks were on sale, but since they are, I'm stocking up! They can all be smoked now, and then go in the freezer. Oh-and get my toes done, if I have time. If I'm going to be barefoot, they need to be done!
eta: I just got a very terse text from ThingOne; GF will not be joining us this weekend. I'm sorry to hear that, but not really surprised, I guess.
May. 22nd, 2009 @ 07:55 am
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It's been an interesting couple of weeks. We've had three different people come to look at the house; never heard back from the first one, the second batch liked the house, didn't like the dogs (wtf?) and had seven kids. so I wasn't surprised they weren't interested. The third batch was yesterday, and it turned out I knew the guy from a freecycle thing. From what I heard it sounded positive, but I haven't heard from my realtor yet.
ThingTwo's 16th (!!) birthday was the 13th. It was a low-key day, since he chose to celebrate this weekend, when Hubby and ThingOne will be home. I can't believe he's 16-my mind boggles. I remember being in the women's clinic with him, watching the spring sumo basho. It was just past cherry blossom season, and everyone still had their koinoburi up.
Speaking of ThingOne, he's bringing his girlfriend home with him for the weekend. I've spoken to her on the phone a few times but have yet to meet her. I did tell ThingOne to warn her that there will be a bunch of people here, since my in-laws decided they were coming up for the weekend as well, plus the friends we'd planned to have over all along.
My knee is doing considerably better, mostly, I think, because Dr W was horrified at how fat my feet were (my legs were so puffy all the way up into my thighs that I couldn't get my jeans on) that she put me on a diuretic. The first 24 hours I lost *seven* pounds, and almost 15 in the first week. Anyway, now that my leg isn't so horribly swollen my knee is fine. The color of an old banana and still ouchy to kneel on, but fine for most purposes.
May. 20th, 2009 @ 10:00 am
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Oh, the joys of eating lunch with half of your mouth missing. It wouldn't even be so bad if it were the back half, but no, it's my entire top lip that's gone awol. Try, just try, not dribbling on your shirt when your lips are non-cooperative. If I weren't so hungry I could cheerfully gnaw on my keyboard (fasting blood work before the dentist) I'd've skipped it.
Random thought had while laying there, staring up at the ceiling: Why do they put the interrogation light on a track? Seriously. The one I was looking at had six feet of track, and ten feet of jointed arm. There was nowhere in the room that the light couldn't get to, without the track. ....Ah, nitrous. You do strange things to my brain, apparently.
May. 7th, 2009 @ 12:45 pm
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Y'know, first off, I don't care what they're calling it, it's *not* a stromboli. Still good, but definitely a calzone. Secondly, my objection to marinara sauce in general (but this one in particular) is that it tastes like tomato soup. Which I like...with fried cheese sandwiches, not "stromboli."
In other news, I fell rather hard in an incident involving the dogs trying to eat a neighborhood cat. I knew at the time my knee was going to be bruised, but I think I've done something bad to it. It's not just bruised, it's hugely swollen and black, and it's spreading. Still. I can sit okay (as long as my pants don't rub on it) or stand ok (as long as I'm not putting weight on it) but good god does bending it *hurt*, and walking is a joy. I'm currently doing icepacks and advil, but if it keeps spreading overnight, I'm probably going to take my doc up on her Saturday hours. Oh-the cat is fine, and has probably unpuffed her tail by now.
May. 1st, 2009 @ 06:43 pm
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The magistrate's hearing was today. Also late getting started, slow getting to us, but straightforward and relatively fast once it did. The upshot: ThingTwo has had his TDO extended for up to ten more days. Which make mid next week likely for discharge, which is what I predicted all along.
Apr. 22nd, 2009 @ 07:06 pm
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My house is clean. Let me repeat that-*clean*. Like, quivering in fear in case I decide to clean something else. The windows are probably still rattling in their frames, and I'm sure the neighbors are happy I'm done. Ah, housework and headbanging. Primitive, but effective.
I'm now in the bottom third of a bowl of chocolate chip/Heath crunch cookies, (to Pink Floyd, of course), and I begin to feel better. Still tired, (and sore! I didn't realize how tense I was until I wasn't and now, ouch) but a bit calmer, and more clear-headed.
I made about a zillion phone calls this morning, but left messages, or spoke to, everyone that needed to know what's going on. I still haven't heard from his caseworker at the hospital, but probably will this afternoon. There's not a whole lot to assess yet, given how late he checked in last night.
Apr. 20th, 2009 @ 02:29 pm
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ThingTwo was TDO'd to a crisis unit last night. (The same one he was in the first time.) His magistrate hearing is Wednesday, at which point it will be decided how long he's going to be there. At a guess, ~10 days.
For a change, I'm the bad guy-usually it's Hubby. But now it's me-I'm mean, I never let him do anything, I'm the reason his life sucks. I'll be interested to hear what he has to say to the magistrate, since he told half a dozen cops, the evaluating therapist, the admitting nurse and me that he doesn't want to live at home any more, and that given a chance he'll leave again. He'd rather be in a foster home, but if not there, then not here either. That didn't stop him from begging me to just take him home last night though. The look on his face when I told him it was out of my hands and up to the magistrate was pretty priceless.
Speaking of magistrate, Hubby will be coming down for the hearing on Wednesday. I suspect this is going to be a lightning trip, and other than a united front, I guess I sorta don't see the point. I'm happy to have him home, obviously, but I've been here and done this and thrown away the t-shirt a long time ago.
In the meantime I'm just tired. More mentally tired than physically, I think, although I'm also pretty tired of the damn phone-I've been on it all freakin' morning, and it's only just now 10. Everybody keeps offering to help, but honestly, there's nothing I can do, let alone anyone else.
I'm going to go buy chocolate chips and make cookies for the cops that were here, and the fire department. Something to do + house will smell good + cookies! = good.
Apr. 20th, 2009 @ 10:07 am
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Way to give the city a bad name, guys. (youtube link they're talking about)
Summary: Dunk cop talks a lot of smack at a bar, and is completely disrespectful of a homicide victim and his mother. Some guy visiting family vids it and posts to youtube. IA and cop track down wrong guy (bro of vidder) and threaten him with federal wiretap charges if he doesn't get it off youtube. Chief puts cop on desk during investigation; two hours later suspends him without pay when it blows up in his face. DA refuses to press charges against vidder. Way more people than I'm comfortable with are taking the cop's side-it was taken out of context, blown out of proportion, yadda yadda.
In a way, I agree-the guy was s drunken asshole, but didn't break any laws on his own. But the official come-down on this is giving me the willies. *IA* and the cop in question going to the (wrong!) guy's work to pressure him into taking it down? Where the hell was PR with all of this? At the very least, it should have occurred to someone that this wasn't going to be taken well by the public, even if no laws were broken. The official reaction is just making things worse.
Yep. That's my hometown.
Apr. 18th, 2009 @ 10:39 am
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The Mary Sue Alphabet
My favorite:
P is for Paris
Just swimming in prose!
Her lips weren't pink only
They bloomed like a rose!
Like wheat in the sunshine
The gold of her hair
Her eyes, how they sparkled
As clear as the air!
Her skin was as white
As the robe of a saint
And it's that lack of iron
Keeps making her faint
Apr. 14th, 2009 @ 06:28 pm
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chipper