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July 30th, 2006 | Author:

It’s a sunny summer Sunday, and I’m bored. I seem to be bored a lot lately. This time, though, it’s a forced boredom. I bought a new box to use as a file server, so that those ever-increasingly frequent re-formats of my machines are made that much easier – if I don’t have to back up the data I create, then all I have to do is wipe the box, reinstall Windows, and reinstall my programs. more…

July 23rd, 2006 | Author:

Yeah, I swore I’d keep up with this thing – and tomorrow will be 2 weeks since my last post. So even though I don’t have a lot to say, I’m here, because it seems like crossing that two week mark would be bad. No, I don’t know why it seems like it would be bad, it just does. more…

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July 10th, 2006 | Author:

I hate Mondays, I think I always have. Today was no exception. Nothing terrible or traumatic happened, I’m just tired, forgot to take my Allegra so my sinuses hurt, and I was in meetings for 4 hours of the day. That’s enough to make any Monday bad.

Oh, and J told me today that he has to go to the mountain next week, Monday – Thursday. That’s not so unusual, but he’s leaving Sunday morning for Senior Enlisted Academy in Rhode Island. For six weeks. That made me a pretty unhappy camper. Then I did the math and figured out that he won’t be here for C’s first day of Kindergarten because he’ll be in RI. I was even unhappier. I knew about the school, of course, and I’m okay with him going, just pissed off that his command is apparently so lacking in leadership that they can’t spare him for one class so that he gets to spend some time with us before he goes to the school. Poor guy, I don’t think he has any doubts about just how unhappy I am about this latest turn of events.

On the plus side, it’s 6:50PM and I have not had any foods not allowed on the SBD, and I just got done working out.

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July 08th, 2006 | Author:

I am a liar. I am not a Marine.

Usually news stories of criminal punishment, especially punishment by humiliation, generate little interest for me. But this one struck home for me, as a military wife. By claiming to be a veteran, and a war veteran to boot, this man did in fact disrespect and dishonor every veteran in this country and I admit to a little chuckle while reading the article.

Teenager struck by lightening while mowing in storm wearing an iPod

And somehow he and his mother blame the iPod, not the kid for mowing the lawn during a thunderstorm, basically saying the iPod attracted the lightening. Disregard that little thing called physics, guys, not to mention personal responsibility. Related note: this has to be another blow to the public image of Metallica and its fanbase.

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July 08th, 2006 | Author:

Yup, that was my breakfast this morning. I’m fairly certain that Dr. Agaston would not approve. He probably would not approve of the guilt I feel over it, either. Well, not exactly guilt. More like shame. I made it through one whopping day on Phase I this time, my fourth. Ahh, well. It’s not helping matters that J is in the back room working out. Elliptical and BowFlex. One I haven’t used in months, and one I’ve used once. Monday, for sure, back on track. My workout goal for next week: workout Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, now that I can wear closed-toe shoes again and sort of move my legs (more on that later). Food goal: To make it through one week of Phase I.
Another guilty pleasure today: Kathleen and I are going to see The Devil Wears Prada. Total mind-fluff chick flick. I don’t get enough of those. I have to decide if I’m going to increaes the guilt factor and have popcorn. I was good last time we went to the movies (to see The Lake House) and didn’t have any popcorn.

My stepfather has Stage 4 prostate cancer. Those are some damned scary words, to write, and to think about. He and my mom have been together for more than 25 years, even though they just finally got hitched last month. He didn’t respond to hormone therapy, so he has started chemo. He had a really scary episode where his white blood cell count went way way low. His last blood tests, a week ago, showed +7 for his white blood cell counts (his oncologist said she’d be happy with +6 during chemo, so +7 is reason to have a party.) And his PSA came back just higher than +1, which is in the normal range. However, the reason his cancer is Stage 4 is because all of his pre-diagnosis PSA tests came back normal even though the cancer was there. Even since the diagnosis, he’s had PSA tests come back in the normal range but scans show that the cancer is getting worse. So there is hope, but there’s a good chance that it’s false hope. He will have a scan in a couple of weeks that will let us know if the PSA readings are on track, or if it’s another false negative. For any of you reading, please keep him in your thoughts and prayers.

And about those sore legs…. we worked in the yard over the 3rd and 4th, since we were both off work. We planted some plants (even some veggies!), cleared some weeds, mowed (until the lawnmower died), pulled up and cut down some trees that think they’re weeds, and trimmed a boatload of trees and shrubs. I was a little sore on Tuesday morning but nothing that was going to keep me from getting more work done. Wednesday morning I could barely walk. My hamstrings were actively trying to leave my body to go find another human form who would not abuse them as much. I managed to make it through work, and it took until yesterday for them to stop actively trying to leave. Now they’re just protesting such treatment. And I will probably go do it to them again tomorrow. We’ve made a lot of progress but we still have a ways to go. Damn maple trees anyway; I never knew that trees could be like weeds and a sapling would sprout every where a leaf landed (apparently). The worst part about it is that WE do not have a maple tree on our property – our back neighbors do.

What else is taking up my time: Fate. It’s a lot like Diablo used to be, or so I’m told. I don’t remember ever actually remember playing Diablo but I might have. Anyway, in Fate, you’re this character and you go through levels of a dungeon, fighting monsters with weapons you acquire one way or another, trying to achieve quests that the townsfolk pay you to take on. You have a sidekick, either a dog or a cat, and if you get enough magic skill you can transform that sidekick into all kinds of cool stuff to help you battle monsters. J has taken up archery and bought a bow. One of the things that we bought at Home Depot last weekend for our yardwork was a pickaxe. Somehow, on Wednesday and Thursday, both of those items ended up in the back of the Jimmy (which I drive). Two of the weapons that I can choose to use in Fate are a bow and a pickaxe. I spent two days looking for monsters in Augusta, to no avail. All I ended up encountering was a male who asked me if the reason I didn’t talk to him more was because he wears a skirt sometimes. (And what do you say to that?!?)

And a personal message to Rachel: I miss you, too. And I don’t have those sleep problems – when you only have one kid, it’s easy to train her to sleep as late as you do. Bwahahahahahahaha!

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