RTT: The return

I've been absent from RTT for a while; so, I don't know if I will be able to think of anything?

My god-daughter was just released from the hospital, and I'm so incredibly happy that she is ok. She was admitted for mental stabilization (something I almost had to do this year), and she began a new medication formula, which should help. She's making better choices towards her health now, and I'm so proud of her for doing what she had to do to make it better. (She's 18. I would have been terrified.)

Hungry Hobo = El Fabuloso

I recently began foraging into a new spiritual place, and I'm psyched about it but a little scared, too. A new goddess has been pushing into my brain, and it sometimes takes up a lot of mental energy just to keep up. I've been researching all day, though, and I feel pretty connected in this place now. I still have to write my body ritual, but I think that will come later tonight. I'm looking to perform it on the next new moon (usually when my body image is at its lowest); so, I still have plenty of time.

I need to have my eyebrows waxed.

OMG! I bought argyle socks! I heart the argyle!

It is kind of funny when people from your past make themselves known in your current life. Sometimes, you expect them to be the same, and they are different. But sometimes, you expect them to be different, and they are exactly the same.

For more random fun, go visit Keely. (*points to blogroll*)

Random WEDNESDAY Thoughts

I wonder if Keeley will still let me in? When I blog from my email, it looks kinda funny; so....there....

• Have you ever noticed how one of your hands is bigger than the other? The hand I write with (right) is bigger than my non-dominant hand (left). My fingers are bigger, and the mass of my hand is bigger. I also have one foot bigger than the other and one boob bigger than the other. What is that about? You'd think that the body would want things to be the same size for equilibrium purposes.
• I realized something kinda big this morning. I was really jittery and anxious after my appointment, and I was eating just because I couldn't BE STILL. Once I realized that is what I was doing, because I wasn't hungry, I stopped eating. How cool is that?
• OMG! Favorite things crop is in, like, two weeks! -dancedancedance-
• Also, can we go back to the random people talking to me at inappropriate times? I know I've discussed this before, but I went to have a mammogram today. And there I am, all in the machine, boob out and squished, and the damn radiology tech wants to "chat." Um. no. I'm exposed, and I don't want to talk about how pretty it is outside. Get your shit together, and let's be done with this. (On the whole, the mammogram wasn't that bad. The "chatty Kathy," however, nearly pissed me off.

That's all I got for now. I got distracted.

RTT: Funky Reggae Party

One random thought for today:

Bob Marley makes me happy.

Go visit Keely.

Random Tuesday Thoughts: STFU

Ok I know my posts have been kind of mean lately, but I'm just having a DAY...an extended day that is actually more like...a month. Anyways, I had an appointment day today, and some of my oddities were crystallized for me just so I could be irritable.

For instance, I was at the dentist first this morning. Generally speaking, I do not like to make small talk with people I don't know. This includes you, dental assistant person! Seriously, she's trying to clean my teeth and carry on this conversation with me, in which I DON'T CARE! STFU already!

I try to be nice about it, but I don't like forced connectivity. I connect with the people I care about, and that's all I need. I don't need to connect with random people at the airport, at the gas station, at the dentist, or in the shopping mall. Leave me and my little bubble-world alone. Go chat up someone else.

AND THEN I got a freaking parking ticket in Iowa City. The Iowa City parking department (I really have no idea what they are called) is comprised of some picky bastards, did you know that? I *ALWAYS* seem to get a parking ticket when I go to Iowa City. I imagine they are all a bunch of crochety bastards (totally like me) with no better way to vent their frustration than to give unsuspecting out-of-towners (ok I only live an hour away, but still) tickets!

My garden is finally starting to bloom. The tulips have already come and tuliped
their last. But the astilbes look very pretty. The bleeding hearts
are...bleeding their hearts...? And the bridal wreath is already pissing me off.
(It was completely not my choice to plant those bastard bushes.) Everything
looks lovely, except for the irises......Oh, the irises. Epona, Miss Priss,
apparently hates the irises....because she takes every single opportunity that
comes her way to SIT ON THEM. Oh yes, dog butt right on the plant. Stalk? Break.
I will be lucky to have *A* iris this year.

AND! Hub started carrying Epona around the house. I really have no idea why. He's six feet tall, and he felt compelled to cart her around one day, or something. Only now, my 40 pounds of shedding fur and lolling tongue wants to be packed EVERYWHERE. She freaking loves it, and she won't stop nearly knocking a gal over until she is lifted into the air and carted. OH I HAVE PROOF! *runs to get camera*

I had to put her down on the COUNTER, y'all, because she's so heavy. Do you see her just loving it, though? Spoiled brat of a dog, she is.

For more RTT, go visit Keely. You can blame her for my
random-ness....well, today you can.

Random Tuesday Thoughts: 4/21/09

I don't have the cool picture yet, but today's Random Tuesday Thoughts is brought to you by The Un-Mom.

From a conversation a-la-roadtrip yesterday:

Hub: I thought about getting Jaime a decorative spoon, but I didn't
think she had any spoons.

Me: Honey, I'm sure she has spoons. Look! Spoon River!

Hub: I am going to stab you with a spoon when we get home.

Me: If there is a fork in the Spoon River, do you suppose they call it
a spork?

Kootienaj is seriously a real place. Look it up.

So, I think I have finally decided that I am seriously undecided. I make fun of frog a lot by calling her Indeciso, but I think she rubbed off her indecision goo on me or something because I'm having a hard time making big decisions. Do I want to go back to school? Or, do I want to try for my CMT certification again because I kind of actually like my job? Do I want to consider having a baby? Ohmycow, I seriously am having a cow about the fact that I can't decide.

Don't you think that places of business should just do away with recordings completely? Aren't they just a pain in your ear? This happened to me today: I called my rheumatologist's office to reschedule an upcoming appointment for labs. I listen to the recording, and it tells me to press 2 for scheduling. I press 2. I hear a little elevator music. Then this:

Office: Rheumatology Associates; how may I direct your call?

Me: *stumped a little because I wasn't expecting that question*
Um, what?

Office: How may I direct your call?

Me: I'm calling to reschedule an appointment.

Office: Just a moment, I'll transfer you.

HUH????? Isn't that the point of the damn recording in the first place? If you have to transfer me AFTER I PRESSED 2, then your recording is pointless and, therefore, a waste of my time, you crazy time-waster. After I press two, a friendly person should answer the phone and say, "Scheduling! How may I help you?"

...ok...I can't think of anything else right now...vacation update soon...