I can't help it, I am completely addicted to Wimbledon. Every year, every thing else falls away while I watch. I know it's not all tennis, because I don't really watch other competitions. I think it's because I'm an Anglophile.
I really want to go someday, sooner rather than later. I'm completely willing to fork over the (I'm sure) outrageous amount of cash it will take to get amazing seats, Centre Court, for the men's and women's finals. I don't want to be sitting outside watching a big screen, or having cheap seats in the stadium.
I can be had. Just get me there.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Things You Don't Know About Me
1. What's your favorite/theme song?
"She's Always A Women" - Billy Joel
2. Have you ever shot a gun?
Yes
3. What are you allergic to?
dryer sheets
sulfa drugs
4. What do you love to eat?
Burgers and cheesecake
5. What have you never eaten?
Sweetbreads. Organ meats.
6. What makes you the happiest?
Success. Friends.
7. What makes you the saddest?
Overly long grey days. Friends not doing well.
8. What's the first thing you think when you wake up?
Where's my cat? Do I have to work today?
9. What are you afraid of?
Any insect that has a shadow.
10. What's your favorite kind of dessert?
Snickerdoodles! Oh, and cheesecake.
I'm sure there's more you don't know. If you want to, just ask!
"She's Always A Women" - Billy Joel
2. Have you ever shot a gun?
Yes
3. What are you allergic to?
dryer sheets
sulfa drugs
4. What do you love to eat?
Burgers and cheesecake
5. What have you never eaten?
Sweetbreads. Organ meats.
6. What makes you the happiest?
Success. Friends.
7. What makes you the saddest?
Overly long grey days. Friends not doing well.
8. What's the first thing you think when you wake up?
Where's my cat? Do I have to work today?
9. What are you afraid of?
Any insect that has a shadow.
10. What's your favorite kind of dessert?
Snickerdoodles! Oh, and cheesecake.
I'm sure there's more you don't know. If you want to, just ask!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
The Downside
As you know, I have pages on Facebook and on MySpace. I've been fortunate in that people I've known have added me, so I can know what's going on in their lives. Mostly, the boys I've known in the past. It's a weird feeling to have your exes as your "friends" on these sites. Lately, The Boy has been a part of my life again, and that's a good thing.
The downside is that I can (kinda) follow the other's lives. I did some damage, as they did to me, but I can honestly say I want the best for them. Last night, I think I broke a rule. My ex-fiance posted that he hated women. I thought I was cute, I posted back that no he didn't. Today, as I check up on him, I see that he's changed his status from "relationship" to "single".
I feel really badly for him. He's a good person, and I'm sure a good father, and I hate that it fell apart.
But I know the worst idea is to try to contact him. And that's the real downside of knowing.
The downside is that I can (kinda) follow the other's lives. I did some damage, as they did to me, but I can honestly say I want the best for them. Last night, I think I broke a rule. My ex-fiance posted that he hated women. I thought I was cute, I posted back that no he didn't. Today, as I check up on him, I see that he's changed his status from "relationship" to "single".
I feel really badly for him. He's a good person, and I'm sure a good father, and I hate that it fell apart.
But I know the worst idea is to try to contact him. And that's the real downside of knowing.
Project Runway
I am super-psyched for the upcoming season of Project Runway. I'll admit, I was late to the party. I had to watch both Seasons 1 and 2 as re-runs. But I made it, and now I'm addicted.
I'm a little concerned, though. I just read that Bunim-Murray is going to be the producer of the show, rather than Magical Elves. Bunim-Murray is the talent that has brought us 20? 21? seasons of The Real World. Apparently it also produced America's Psychic Challenge, as well.
Lovely. What is Bunim going to do to our beloved Project Runway? Will Tim Gunn be forced to admit his failings on TV? Will Heidi Klum be allowed clothes, or even worse, will she be allowed to be sober? What about our contestants? Despite the drama on the show, will it be enough to sate the palates of our MTV watchers?
Besides, the glory of Runway being on Bravo is that Bravo runs about 1000 re-runs each week, so if TiVo and I are having a conflict, I can always catch a later showing. Will this change on Lifetime?
I'll do more research, but this doesn't bode well.
I'm a little concerned, though. I just read that Bunim-Murray is going to be the producer of the show, rather than Magical Elves. Bunim-Murray is the talent that has brought us 20? 21? seasons of The Real World. Apparently it also produced America's Psychic Challenge, as well.
Lovely. What is Bunim going to do to our beloved Project Runway? Will Tim Gunn be forced to admit his failings on TV? Will Heidi Klum be allowed clothes, or even worse, will she be allowed to be sober? What about our contestants? Despite the drama on the show, will it be enough to sate the palates of our MTV watchers?
Besides, the glory of Runway being on Bravo is that Bravo runs about 1000 re-runs each week, so if TiVo and I are having a conflict, I can always catch a later showing. Will this change on Lifetime?
I'll do more research, but this doesn't bode well.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Random
Whenever I use my Winamp, I use the shuffle button. I've got all my (too much) 12 gigs of music on there, and I expect a true shuffle.
Why is it that I never get one? I think Winamp has songs it wants me to hear, as if I'm supposed to learn a lesson. I don't want a lesson. Actually, I want Winamp to intuit what I want to hear, but that will never happen.
Years ago, when I worked at geeks-r-us (I really did enjoy that job, but still) one of the engineers spent too much time trying to explain that there may not really be a true concept of random. (I say "too much" not because I was bored and wanted him to stop, but because I only understood maybe 1/5 of what he was saying.)
But maybe he was right. Maybe random is only a theory/hypothesis. I don't know. But I do know that if some of the same damn songs keep popping up, I'm going to cry. Of course, it might help if I didn't have so much BAD music on this thing. But as I've said before, I don't throw away music. You never know when you're going to need to hear that song "We Are Not Alone" from The Breakfast Club.
In today's All About Me section, Rex made a comment on his page about the ads on Facebook. I've been ranting about them for a while now. (Yes, R., that one's for you. It really is all about me. PS - this is my damn online diary! What else did you think I'd write about?)
Why is it that I never get one? I think Winamp has songs it wants me to hear, as if I'm supposed to learn a lesson. I don't want a lesson. Actually, I want Winamp to intuit what I want to hear, but that will never happen.
Years ago, when I worked at geeks-r-us (I really did enjoy that job, but still) one of the engineers spent too much time trying to explain that there may not really be a true concept of random. (I say "too much" not because I was bored and wanted him to stop, but because I only understood maybe 1/5 of what he was saying.)
But maybe he was right. Maybe random is only a theory/hypothesis. I don't know. But I do know that if some of the same damn songs keep popping up, I'm going to cry. Of course, it might help if I didn't have so much BAD music on this thing. But as I've said before, I don't throw away music. You never know when you're going to need to hear that song "We Are Not Alone" from The Breakfast Club.
In today's All About Me section, Rex made a comment on his page about the ads on Facebook. I've been ranting about them for a while now. (Yes, R., that one's for you. It really is all about me. PS - this is my damn online diary! What else did you think I'd write about?)
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Stories about Your Favorite Person
I'm flashing back to an earlier post about growing up. I'm trying to think of more stories about me. The goal is to find some that a) won't completely embarrass me and b) won't give away too much about another person.
Ooh, here's one, about a really scary day.
When I was in junior high (it was junior high, because it was only 7th and 8th grades, not like this middle school crap.) one of my best friends was a guy named Mark. We really were just buddies, and I guarded him jealously, as I do with all my friends. We only lived like 5 minutes from each other, so sometimes we'd get together and walk up to the cute little ice cream shop/drug store that was nearby. (It really was walk up, too, not a bad hill unless you're walking or riding a bike.)
We were crossing the median, just BSing, when a car drove by, slowed down, and a passenger took out a gun and shot Mark. It was a good shot too, got him right in the breastbone. I froze. He fell down, and I just froze. I didn't know what to do. There was red all over his chest.
He then opened his eyes and looked at me. He was shocked, too, and I just stood there. Then he started to try to get up. I think that he groaned that he hurt.
Turns out, the fuckhead who shot him used a paintball gun. Mark was OK, but had a wicked bruise for a while.
And that was the first time I ever knew abject, pure terror.
I kinda miss Mark. I last heard from him when I was 18. I wonder if I could find some of his letters, find his last name, and see if I can stalk him on Facebook.
Ooh, here's one, about a really scary day.
When I was in junior high (it was junior high, because it was only 7th and 8th grades, not like this middle school crap.) one of my best friends was a guy named Mark. We really were just buddies, and I guarded him jealously, as I do with all my friends. We only lived like 5 minutes from each other, so sometimes we'd get together and walk up to the cute little ice cream shop/drug store that was nearby. (It really was walk up, too, not a bad hill unless you're walking or riding a bike.)
We were crossing the median, just BSing, when a car drove by, slowed down, and a passenger took out a gun and shot Mark. It was a good shot too, got him right in the breastbone. I froze. He fell down, and I just froze. I didn't know what to do. There was red all over his chest.
He then opened his eyes and looked at me. He was shocked, too, and I just stood there. Then he started to try to get up. I think that he groaned that he hurt.
Turns out, the fuckhead who shot him used a paintball gun. Mark was OK, but had a wicked bruise for a while.
And that was the first time I ever knew abject, pure terror.
I kinda miss Mark. I last heard from him when I was 18. I wonder if I could find some of his letters, find his last name, and see if I can stalk him on Facebook.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Momma's OK!
And I could not be more thankful. Here's the quick run-down...since we first starting discussing a hip replacement for her, we worried about anesthesia. My Grandma died from complications for anesthesia, oh, and possibly the doctor in Florida who most needs his licensed pulled and an amazing beating.
So, she decided to get checked out. Turns out her heart isn't great, and the risk was too severe. So the doctor decided to work on her heart. That opened up a whole new can of worms. Suddenly she's on Coumidin and is having trouble breathing. My fear grew as quickly as hers did. We both have gallows humor, so we managed, but quietly, I was having trouble functioning. And, if I must be honest, I started considering that my Momma was going to die, sooner rather than later. I actually had thoughts about how I'd tell people, how I'd feel, what I'd do next. Sometimes, it made me feel better. Mostly, it scared the shit out of me. I'm violently attached to my Momma. I know one day all this will happen, but I can't even imagine how I'll deal.
Anyway...moving on. So today she had to have a "procedure" which involved general anesthesia. Or so I thought. I pulled her nurse out of the room, immediately started crying, and asked her to explain what was going on. I really didn't want Momma to see me cry, to see how worried I was. I knew she was worried too. Turns out, it wasn't general anesthesia, but just sedation, so the doctor could shock her heart back into a normal rhythm. I felt a little better.
So, they took her. I was sitting alone in the waiting room (I had managed to ditch my dad and Momma's good friend. I just couldn't handle them too.) I hugged her and said that I'd see her soon. Sitting alone, I could only stare at her watch. (I was wearing it for safe-keeping.) I could not stop the tears. I thought I'd either cry forever, or beat the woman who was chattering loudly to some new acquaintances. Momma's friend found me, held me, and helped calm me down.
Outcome: Momma's OK. One shock and her heart became a step-and-fetch-it. Momma's now home, enjoying a muchly earned Subway sandwich, and I'm at home, telling you more than I should and being incredibly relieved. Score one for this doctor.
But I've still got his number.
So, she decided to get checked out. Turns out her heart isn't great, and the risk was too severe. So the doctor decided to work on her heart. That opened up a whole new can of worms. Suddenly she's on Coumidin and is having trouble breathing. My fear grew as quickly as hers did. We both have gallows humor, so we managed, but quietly, I was having trouble functioning. And, if I must be honest, I started considering that my Momma was going to die, sooner rather than later. I actually had thoughts about how I'd tell people, how I'd feel, what I'd do next. Sometimes, it made me feel better. Mostly, it scared the shit out of me. I'm violently attached to my Momma. I know one day all this will happen, but I can't even imagine how I'll deal.
Anyway...moving on. So today she had to have a "procedure" which involved general anesthesia. Or so I thought. I pulled her nurse out of the room, immediately started crying, and asked her to explain what was going on. I really didn't want Momma to see me cry, to see how worried I was. I knew she was worried too. Turns out, it wasn't general anesthesia, but just sedation, so the doctor could shock her heart back into a normal rhythm. I felt a little better.
So, they took her. I was sitting alone in the waiting room (I had managed to ditch my dad and Momma's good friend. I just couldn't handle them too.) I hugged her and said that I'd see her soon. Sitting alone, I could only stare at her watch. (I was wearing it for safe-keeping.) I could not stop the tears. I thought I'd either cry forever, or beat the woman who was chattering loudly to some new acquaintances. Momma's friend found me, held me, and helped calm me down.
Outcome: Momma's OK. One shock and her heart became a step-and-fetch-it. Momma's now home, enjoying a muchly earned Subway sandwich, and I'm at home, telling you more than I should and being incredibly relieved. Score one for this doctor.
But I've still got his number.
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