Introspection
I am bits and pieces lately, and I wonder if my whole is greater than the sum of these parts. Every little thing spawns some internal dialogue, the tiniest thoughts inspire poetic fragments - but seriously, I'm not crazy enough to talk to myself, and I hate fragments.
Friday, January 6, 2006
10 women, 10 men and 10 minutes
I found this post tonight called Ten Minutes with Ten Women and found it pretty interesting as far as who was on this guy's list. He seems to want us to think he'd want 10 minutes with these women because of their personalities, but after seeing these women, well... 9 out of 10 are HOT-TEES! I mean, I'm sure they have lovely minds and sexy personalities too...
Then, in response to that post, I found this post called My Top Ten Interesting Men.
Both posts got me to thinking what 10 men and what 10 women I'd want to spend 10 minutes with. I couldn't come up with ten celebrity men I'd care to spend time with, and I have to admit that though I could definitely come up with 10 women to spend time with, they would all be for the wrong reason.
In other words, I'm a sex fiend and a chauvinist. Damn the things we learn about ourselves eh?
Then, in response to that post, I found this post called My Top Ten Interesting Men.
Both posts got me to thinking what 10 men and what 10 women I'd want to spend 10 minutes with. I couldn't come up with ten celebrity men I'd care to spend time with, and I have to admit that though I could definitely come up with 10 women to spend time with, they would all be for the wrong reason.
In other words, I'm a sex fiend and a chauvinist. Damn the things we learn about ourselves eh?
Zachary's Heart
I got a comment the other day on my post where I found out for sure that Nova had Tetralogy and Pulmonary Atresia - it was a comment by a woman who has a son with similar defects. She left a link to the site she's built dedicated to her son Zachary, which details their journey through treatment and surgery with him. I thought some of you might find it interesteing - I did, even though the pictures of her son after his first surgery were so frightningly remniscent of Alexis right after her surgery that it mortified me to the point of trying to close the window, but being unable to find the "X" in the top corner to close it.
I've read nearly every page of it, especially the journal. It was really nice to read the story of a family that has had a positive outcome. Like I told her, it's hard for me to see past Alexis to believe that Nova can make it through this and be OK.
Anyway, it's a great site for anyone who wants a little more info on heart defects, and what it's like to make this journey that we're facing with Nova. Her son's defect isn't exactly like Nova's, but similar enough to get some basic insight.
I've read nearly every page of it, especially the journal. It was really nice to read the story of a family that has had a positive outcome. Like I told her, it's hard for me to see past Alexis to believe that Nova can make it through this and be OK.
Anyway, it's a great site for anyone who wants a little more info on heart defects, and what it's like to make this journey that we're facing with Nova. Her son's defect isn't exactly like Nova's, but similar enough to get some basic insight.
Astrologically Speechless
Astrologically Speechless
It was a fingernail moon
that scratched the sky last night:
God clutching at black satin sheets
in self-induced orgasmic glory.
Raindrops pounded the window
as nightfall gyrated in ecstasy
and slid into the west.
The cavernous dark that remained
was a mouth devoid of answers
or reason, wordlessly empty,
and the stars just platitudes
meaningless and pretty
for the desperate.
Poetry
Teeth and Art
OK fellow art lovers...
I just got an email from a fellow NC blogger and wanted to share it here.
Hey everybody! Please help me spread the word that I have an
original print up for auction on eBay!! Bobby and I are trying to raise money for our dental work - he needs a crown and I need an extraction, and we're strapped for funds. 10% of my sale price will go to STAAR - Save Them All animal Rescue here in NC. If these auctions go well, I will pick a new NC-based charity for each print I sale.
All help is greatly appreciated!http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=7380271476&rd=1&sspagename=STRK%3AMESE%3AIT&rd=1
You can also do a search for "CBM" in "Art", and I'm the only one that shows up!
Mandie Rose
Mandie is a talented photographer - and she also offers more prints in various sizes on her blog at: http://www.captivatedbymandie.com/ There's one there that I'll be buying as soon as I can... It's a beautiful photograph. Anyway, even if the photo on ebay doesn't strike your fancy, visit her blog and view some other photos - I'll bet you that you'll find at least one you'd like a copy of!
Thursday, January 5, 2006
By Popular Demand
I've had several people yell at me for not posting a newer picture of myself (except the one of me with the surgical mask of course) so my daughter managed to snap this one of me last night while I was trying to get a picture of the moon (which didn't come out...) I figure this picture doesn't totally suck, so here it is. Enjoy!
(LOL)
Wednesday, January 4, 2006
time keeps on slippin' slippin' slippin'. . .
Well, Ebay said it may take up to 30 days to get my refund, but whenever I do get it, the bank will remove all the fees and charges incurred from them withdrawing the money. Lovely, so my account might be screwed for 30 days. God I just LOVE Ebay right now! (Note the sarcasm eh?)
I guess I should stop griping and just be glad that the bank is willing to waive the fees, right? I mean, eventually I'll have all my money back lol.Yeah, ok, I'll stop the bitching and be happy now :)
I got up this morning and got dressed - in pajamas and slippers. Later, still in my PJs, I strapped on the baby in the front carrier and did some yard work. No doubt it was an interesting sight, but hey, it needed to be done. See, the fire ants nest at the base of my cactus plants, and we've had quite a bit of rain lately, and the combination made the ground weak around this huge cactus at the side of the house, and it fell over, just, you know: *plop* and I had to do something about it before they took root out in the yard. These plants are huge, seriously, they come up to like, my shoulders, so when it fell over it fell out into the grass like 4 feet or so. So I went at it with a shovel and a pitch fork lol. I now have a wheel barrow full of cactus parts to dump. I didn't make it that far since Nova, who as I said earlier was strapped to my front, decided it was time to eat. There is no arguing with a one month old you know. They always win, and leave you wondering what all the debate club meetings and years of life experience were for if someone who can't even speak can ALWAYS beat you.
When I went in to feed him, I heard a horn outside - it was my mailman, errr woman, with a package from Enfamil. I signed up for every damn free thing I could get when I was pregnant, and this was some free enfamil samples. But um, I don't use formula. She got out of the car to give it to me and asked how I got them to send it to me because she had signed up for it a month ago and still didn't get hers - so I gave it to her lol. Along with the can that came in the free diaper bag that the hospital gave me. You know that shit is like $26 a can!? Crazy. I also told her if I get any more that she can have them too - I have no use for them anyway. I still had Nova strapped on, and she said he looks tiny to her - but her baby is 2 months old and weighs 12 pounds, so I'm sure he does.
I'm still working on a poem I started last night - seems I start a poem and lose the mood or tone or flow or something, and can't ever find the middle or end of it. The good news is that the beginnings are coming to me, a word or an idea will spark something in me. Last night when this one started, I was pumping and yelled for Kassi to bring me pen and paper before I lost it. So they're coming again - and I'll content myself with that until I get to the point of finishing a poem again. Baby steps or some such thing.
I'm off to work on some poetry - or more likely, I'm off to feed the baby and pump and wish I had 5 minutes to actually work on some poetry!
I guess I should stop griping and just be glad that the bank is willing to waive the fees, right? I mean, eventually I'll have all my money back lol.Yeah, ok, I'll stop the bitching and be happy now :)
I got up this morning and got dressed - in pajamas and slippers. Later, still in my PJs, I strapped on the baby in the front carrier and did some yard work. No doubt it was an interesting sight, but hey, it needed to be done. See, the fire ants nest at the base of my cactus plants, and we've had quite a bit of rain lately, and the combination made the ground weak around this huge cactus at the side of the house, and it fell over, just, you know: *plop* and I had to do something about it before they took root out in the yard. These plants are huge, seriously, they come up to like, my shoulders, so when it fell over it fell out into the grass like 4 feet or so. So I went at it with a shovel and a pitch fork lol. I now have a wheel barrow full of cactus parts to dump. I didn't make it that far since Nova, who as I said earlier was strapped to my front, decided it was time to eat. There is no arguing with a one month old you know. They always win, and leave you wondering what all the debate club meetings and years of life experience were for if someone who can't even speak can ALWAYS beat you.
When I went in to feed him, I heard a horn outside - it was my mailman, errr woman, with a package from Enfamil. I signed up for every damn free thing I could get when I was pregnant, and this was some free enfamil samples. But um, I don't use formula. She got out of the car to give it to me and asked how I got them to send it to me because she had signed up for it a month ago and still didn't get hers - so I gave it to her lol. Along with the can that came in the free diaper bag that the hospital gave me. You know that shit is like $26 a can!? Crazy. I also told her if I get any more that she can have them too - I have no use for them anyway. I still had Nova strapped on, and she said he looks tiny to her - but her baby is 2 months old and weighs 12 pounds, so I'm sure he does.
I'm still working on a poem I started last night - seems I start a poem and lose the mood or tone or flow or something, and can't ever find the middle or end of it. The good news is that the beginnings are coming to me, a word or an idea will spark something in me. Last night when this one started, I was pumping and yelled for Kassi to bring me pen and paper before I lost it. So they're coming again - and I'll content myself with that until I get to the point of finishing a poem again. Baby steps or some such thing.
I'm off to work on some poetry - or more likely, I'm off to feed the baby and pump and wish I had 5 minutes to actually work on some poetry!
Tuesday, January 3, 2006
one end to the other
We got great news from "the Randy camp" last night. They've been checking through the bone marrow registry for matches for him, and have 5 potential donors! FIVE! So I'm sure that there will be one of them that will actually be a complete match, and if there is a match, Randy will go to Boston to get the transplant in February. They've managed to continue to pay for the medications he's needed (thanks again in part to generous donations from my readers!). He spent a few days in the hospital just before Christmas for a chemo treatment - but it was a routine treatment, and he's doing very very well physically - so the transplant should go well, as long as he stays strong and healthy until then.
Scotty's mom just got a cell phone and a computer... why does that trip me out so much? Well, it does, but now we can stay in touch with her more easily, and without worrying about long distance charges, or non-peak minutes or whatever. And, now she'll have more pictures of her grandkids than she'll know what to do with.
Ebay made my bank account overdrawn. They charged my debit card for an amount that I had already paid with my paypal account - then told me that yeah, it's a flaw in their system, but there's not a damn thing that they're going to do about the money I now owe the bank.
Assholes. For future reference, if you sell stuff on ebay and get an invoice for the fees, DON'T pay them - ebay will still charge your credit/debit card and then you'll be screwed. And you know, I paid it ahead of time from my Paypal account JUST to avoid my bank account being overdrawn! I'm really pissed off about it too! Like I have an extra $40 laying around to throw out the window for no apparent reason. It's bad enough when you owe the bank money when you actually do something wrong, like bounce a check - but to owe them money when you didn't do a shitting thing? Argh.
Sunday, January 1, 2006
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