Hey, I wanna play!! (And it has been a busy day on blog and off.)
Anyway, I think it used to be tree stand used either for killing harmless 4 legged creatures; or from another point of view, providing food for the family.
Darn, I was counting on you not showing up. I’m sure that almost all the deer hunted around here ends up being eaten but the days when people hunted to feed their families are long gone.
now was it you or kansas that jumped right in screaming ELEVATOR on the second to the last one I did, just as it happened that several other people had conjured up school and church, etc… I mean they had the preacher and the congregation all lined up ready to enter the cathedral… and on the opposite side the superintendent, principal, teachers and whole yard full of school children in eager anticipation of that first day of school… and then someone said, yelled, ELEVATOR, I’m definitely sure of it…” and they all ran away…
The cans must have settled down in the leaves by the time I passed by there. Actually I happened to notice that the left hand end of the ladder/fence extended rearward somewhat farther than it would normally have to have been just a home made ladder.
I just sent out an email to people that know me to varying degrees. Regarding this and my diary.. and that I’m feeling a overwhelming thrust onto another journey.
I’m trying to piece together some thoughts, maybe re-edit my initital response to Booman and send this shit out to ALL the Senators. I drove around today… trying to catch up the words and thoughts. Wayne still hasn’t read it.. he knows but .. hasn’t read my words.
BTW his lungs are not punctured. It was air between the lining of his lung and the membrans of his ribs. They’re keeeping an eye on it.. Anyways… I feel very “weird” but alive. But Weird.
ACK I hit “sent” on the email… I hope that wasn’t a dumb move.
I figure my friends will love me regardless, the people who will be great help and support will shine through as always and the ones who don’t… that’s okay.
DJ, I haven’t commented on your diary (or past ones that I’ve read), but while you’re here — thank you so much for your writing and, yes, courage. We all love you, too!
Thank you Izzy! I haven’t been able to go in and reply to each one. It’s.. a bit overwhelming and now I”m holding my breath regarding an email I just sent out.
I am such a weenie sometimes. I get big and brave – hit send – and then turn into gummi-Janet LOL
Doing your worrying after the fact means you get a lot more done sooner. It might be a bit of risk but overall it’s always seemed to me to be a good way to go (except of course when I really, really regret it).
I figure my friends will love me regardless, the people who will be great help and support will shine through as always and the ones who don’t… that’s okay.
That really says it all, DJ. You feel weird and alive because you’re doing something powerful to help yourself heal, to help other women who have been through rape heal, and to help those that love them understand better.
Not sure what’s going on…I’ve felt kinda woozy and shaky and space-casey most of the day (okay, folks, enough with the “There’s a difference from normal you?”). I started a load of sheets — or planned to; when I went back down to put them in the dryer, I discovered that I’d shorted the washer 25 cents, so there they sat, all dry and dirty. That’s something I’ve never done…first time for everything I guess. Then when the spouse called to let me know he was done with his re-training session and he was on the way home, I was pretty much babbling and couldn’t keep my thoughts straight. Typing this is pretty much by sheer will of effort. I’m not sure if it’s from taking double antibiotic (doctor wants me to finish the old one while taking the one she prescribed for me), lack of food (have just not had energy/inspiration/inclination to eat), or what — I just had a large glass of milk and one of the yummy trail mix bars I get at Trader Joe’s, so maybe that’ll help. When he gets home, I’ll take my shower (I don’t want to risk doing it when I’m all by my lonesome here, in case of mishaps) and we’ll see what’s going on…I may end up at Urgent Care this evening, but I hope not…maybe I should dig out the literature on my new antibiotic and see if spacyness is a known side effect…
OMG hope you find out what’s up (((((((Cali))))))))
My mom had a huge cyst the size of a grapefruit (why they use various fruits or sports balls as comparison’s to cysts is beyond me…) on her bum – Twice. Each time she was very sick before and afterwards. The last one had to be drained… but she was hospitalized for this. Not sure if her medicines made her loopy. Please take care of yourself and be careful. I wish I was close enough to be able to take you to the care you need myself.
Part of this whole cyber stuff I don’t like – it brings you closer to the people who are… so far away. 🙂
I was on Cipro for a UTI and it made me lightheaded and ditzy. Don’t know what antibiotic you’re on, but Cabin Girl would know if it could cause the symptoms you’re having.
The antibiotics are Cephalexin (generic Keflex) 500 MG (that’s the one I’m almost done with) and Sulfamethoxazole (wow, that uses all the “clean” keys on the keyboard!) which I just started yesterday. Also take a couple of things for high blood pressure, and of course my birth control pills (which the antibiotics reduce the effectiveness of), and daily vitamin. Oh, and I had a prescription of Vicodin for the pain, but I only take that at night to help me sleep; I’m almost out.
Actually feeling a teeny bit better — I’m starting to think it was lack of nourishment that was making me loopy. Which is odd…lack of food usually makes me more cranky than it does loopy. I’ll send the spouse out on a mission to get dinner, then I’ll try and actually get three meals a day in tomorrow and see what happens; if I’m still weirding out, I go back to the doctor Friday for a follow-up and can talk to her about it. Think I’ll go lay down on the couch and veg till the spouse gets home…getting tired of sitting up, even with the computer…
Make sure you drink plenty while you’re on all that; it’ll help keep your blood pressure normal (some of your symptoms sound like lower than normal blood pressure to me).
If the problem continues, I’m betting on the sulfamethoxazole as being the cause.
Actually am about to head out the door to Urgent Care — after I showered, I was sitting on “the throne” and I heard what sounded like water tinkling; got up and there was blood all over the toilet seat and running down my leg! The dang thing burst all by itself. Fortunately the spouse was there, he got me cleaned up and cleaned up the bathroom. We’ll have to wait to have dinner till after we’re done there — the fact that I’ve been bleeding might get us in sooner.
The stories this week have been very emotional. Sometimes in the scheme of things we overlook the ones that love us and protect us. The ones that break the cycles…and change the world one child at a time.
Needless to say I was excited that my diary made the rec list. And I very much appreciate all the recommends, and the comments made and general interest.
Besides that here in Fargo we had a very bright sunny day at 40F and virtually no wind. What is called a “perfect day” for this time of year.
So I spent part of the afternoon sitting outside on a deck talking music, politics, and news with a couple good friends.
And I’m yapping about some Janis Joplin concert I went to in Winnipeg the summer of ’70, and then my friend’s nephew is telling about this DVD that’s been out for a while, Festivalexpress which I never heard of, (so I must be a tad farther out of the loop than I think I am).
Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing that one. And if during the pan of the crowd I manage to spot myself I’ll put one of those little arrows in, and load it on photobucket, ha!
You could easily join in — it’s really easy. I just write some little sentence and then Indy writes several paragraphs on some interesting idea and then I write some other little sentence and she does another mini-essay and so on.
I noticed that. She is definitely a good writer of words as Ductape would say. And while your little sentence is also way beyond my grasp, the pain of feeling stupid is over a lot faster than when I read Indy’s.
And given the front page bravery of the Booman, maybe the new pig baking dish from Sur La Table would be an appropriate offering for some special troglodyte… <Paging Mythmother, Mythmother, please come to a white courtesy telephone>
BTW, is Lost a repeat tonight? If so, I’m going to have a serious conflict with the season premiere of America’s Next Top Model and the finale of Project Runway. I’m hopeless.
(I also liked Flashdance even if it does have a lot to answer for with that whole leg-warmer thing. Don’t tell Andi.)
What’s the difference between “actual merits” and other kinds? I mean, you got to have a make-out session, I saw it on mushrooms and hurled myself out of the seat when the star lunged RIGHT AT ME!
…I mean who knows what else the movie inspired? Besides the leg-warmer fad. And perhaps an interest in welding. Can we really separate these experiences out from some idealized “reality?”
Macro shots of ice are so interesting. I’ve enjoyed taking them so much I’m almost going to miss winter — though I’m sure after the winter you’ve had, you’d be glad not to take another one.
But that’s just it — you can’t let them drag you down to my level. Besides now that DJ has moved to Oregon, California will be needing a new wild woman.
somehow I missed that part. Is it the old, unhook the back, take your arm out of first one shoulder strap then the other, and then pull it out of your sleeve like Houdini? I have that little move perfected as my 18 hour bra rarely lasts past hour 2 or 3.
Hey everyone! This is only semi-hosted because I have a couple of errands to run, but I’ll be here most of the time.
Making some fresh coffee – lots of work and really want a nap. Coming down with the office head cold….yucko.
Will sneak by later with a pootie pic or two…
Hope you feel better and that the coffee perks you up!
Since NDD is probably occupied with his diary, I thought I’d take his place.
Thanks, Andi — what an amazing photo!
Although… is that an old fence? There’s something about it that’s making my inner-handyman want to get out there with a hammer and some nails.
It’s not a fence but to meet its original purpose, the hammer and nails would definitely be needed.
It used to be a bridge over yonder ravine.
No, wait! It was the ladder to the tree house! Am I right, Andi?
Warmer but not hot. 🙂
Can I change my vote? I think Izzy is right.
What I would call a “Roof Ladder”? Assuming that what appears to be a ‘large cross block” at the left is truly that.
Peace
It’s not a roof ladder.
It looks like something me and my brother would have “built” as kids –
Since it’s not a ladder to a treehouse…
It must be an Andiana Jones catwalk to cross a stream of molten lava?
Or something to amuse the doggies with in a vain attempt to teach them a trick?
😀
Hey, I wanna play!! (And it has been a busy day on blog and off.)
Anyway, I think it used to be tree stand used either for killing harmless 4 legged creatures; or from another point of view, providing food for the family.
Darn, I was counting on you not showing up. I’m sure that almost all the deer hunted around here ends up being eaten but the days when people hunted to feed their families are long gone.
now was it you or kansas that jumped right in screaming ELEVATOR on the second to the last one I did, just as it happened that several other people had conjured up school and church, etc… I mean they had the preacher and the congregation all lined up ready to enter the cathedral… and on the opposite side the superintendent, principal, teachers and whole yard full of school children in eager anticipation of that first day of school… and then someone said, yelled, ELEVATOR, I’m definitely sure of it…” and they all ran away…
Well, okay that was me but everybody did not run away and in fact, refinish made the best guess of all.
yeah, that comment of his was a real belly thumper!!
Was it the litter of empty beer cans at the base of the tree that gave it away?
The cans must have settled down in the leaves by the time I passed by there. Actually I happened to notice that the left hand end of the ladder/fence extended rearward somewhat farther than it would normally have to have been just a home made ladder.
and not in the NSA sort of way or caffeinne way.
I just sent out an email to people that know me to varying degrees. Regarding this and my diary.. and that I’m feeling a overwhelming thrust onto another journey.
http://storiesinamerica.blogspot.com/ He did such a good job of it…
I’m trying to piece together some thoughts, maybe re-edit my initital response to Booman and send this shit out to ALL the Senators. I drove around today… trying to catch up the words and thoughts. Wayne still hasn’t read it.. he knows but .. hasn’t read my words.
BTW his lungs are not punctured. It was air between the lining of his lung and the membrans of his ribs. They’re keeeping an eye on it.. Anyways… I feel very “weird” but alive. But Weird.
ACK I hit “sent” on the email… I hope that wasn’t a dumb move.
I figure my friends will love me regardless, the people who will be great help and support will shine through as always and the ones who don’t… that’s okay.
I love you guys!
DJ, I haven’t commented on your diary (or past ones that I’ve read), but while you’re here — thank you so much for your writing and, yes, courage. We all love you, too!
Thank you Izzy! I haven’t been able to go in and reply to each one. It’s.. a bit overwhelming and now I”m holding my breath regarding an email I just sent out.
I am such a weenie sometimes. I get big and brave – hit send – and then turn into gummi-Janet LOL
Doing your worrying after the fact means you get a lot more done sooner. It might be a bit of risk but overall it’s always seemed to me to be a good way to go (except of course when I really, really regret it).
I get big and brave – hit send – and then turn into gummi-Janet LOL
Hey, only fools and psychos never feel gummi. Courage is in what you do and you’ve got a ton of it!
That really says it all, DJ. You feel weird and alive because you’re doing something powerful to help yourself heal, to help other women who have been through rape heal, and to help those that love them understand better.
That is being alive!
Thanks (((SIN))) I was starting to think it was the entire package of chocolate covered espresso beans I just enhaled down LOL 🙂
What a week here. The Boomanity is great 🙂
Not sure what’s going on…I’ve felt kinda woozy and shaky and space-casey most of the day (okay, folks, enough with the “There’s a difference from normal you?”). I started a load of sheets — or planned to; when I went back down to put them in the dryer, I discovered that I’d shorted the washer 25 cents, so there they sat, all dry and dirty. That’s something I’ve never done…first time for everything I guess. Then when the spouse called to let me know he was done with his re-training session and he was on the way home, I was pretty much babbling and couldn’t keep my thoughts straight. Typing this is pretty much by sheer will of effort. I’m not sure if it’s from taking double antibiotic (doctor wants me to finish the old one while taking the one she prescribed for me), lack of food (have just not had energy/inspiration/inclination to eat), or what — I just had a large glass of milk and one of the yummy trail mix bars I get at Trader Joe’s, so maybe that’ll help. When he gets home, I’ll take my shower (I don’t want to risk doing it when I’m all by my lonesome here, in case of mishaps) and we’ll see what’s going on…I may end up at Urgent Care this evening, but I hope not…maybe I should dig out the literature on my new antibiotic and see if spacyness is a known side effect…
OMG hope you find out what’s up (((((((Cali))))))))
My mom had a huge cyst the size of a grapefruit (why they use various fruits or sports balls as comparison’s to cysts is beyond me…) on her bum – Twice. Each time she was very sick before and afterwards. The last one had to be drained… but she was hospitalized for this. Not sure if her medicines made her loopy. Please take care of yourself and be careful. I wish I was close enough to be able to take you to the care you need myself.
Part of this whole cyber stuff I don’t like – it brings you closer to the people who are… so far away. 🙂
I was on Cipro for a UTI and it made me lightheaded and ditzy. Don’t know what antibiotic you’re on, but Cabin Girl would know if it could cause the symptoms you’re having.
Can you call your doctor and ask her?
What are you taking (antibiotics and other medications)? You can email me at cabingirl05/yahoo if you don’t want to share that with the whole world…
The antibiotics are Cephalexin (generic Keflex) 500 MG (that’s the one I’m almost done with) and Sulfamethoxazole (wow, that uses all the “clean” keys on the keyboard!) which I just started yesterday. Also take a couple of things for high blood pressure, and of course my birth control pills (which the antibiotics reduce the effectiveness of), and daily vitamin. Oh, and I had a prescription of Vicodin for the pain, but I only take that at night to help me sleep; I’m almost out.
Actually feeling a teeny bit better — I’m starting to think it was lack of nourishment that was making me loopy. Which is odd…lack of food usually makes me more cranky than it does loopy. I’ll send the spouse out on a mission to get dinner, then I’ll try and actually get three meals a day in tomorrow and see what happens; if I’m still weirding out, I go back to the doctor Friday for a follow-up and can talk to her about it. Think I’ll go lay down on the couch and veg till the spouse gets home…getting tired of sitting up, even with the computer…
Make sure you drink plenty while you’re on all that; it’ll help keep your blood pressure normal (some of your symptoms sound like lower than normal blood pressure to me).
If the problem continues, I’m betting on the sulfamethoxazole as being the cause.
Actually am about to head out the door to Urgent Care — after I showered, I was sitting on “the throne” and I heard what sounded like water tinkling; got up and there was blood all over the toilet seat and running down my leg! The dang thing burst all by itself. Fortunately the spouse was there, he got me cleaned up and cleaned up the bathroom. We’ll have to wait to have dinner till after we’re done there — the fact that I’ve been bleeding might get us in sooner.
Just wanted to finish a glass of water first…
Please let us know that you’re okay after you get back. I’m sure I won’t be the only one worried sick about you.
Goodness! Take care and I hope you feel better soon!!
The stories this week have been very emotional. Sometimes in the scheme of things we overlook the ones that love us and protect us. The ones that break the cycles…and change the world one child at a time.
Vigilance by Boran2
For all the parents that just love
“not in the NSA sort of way or caffeinne way.”
Needless to say I was excited that my diary made the rec list. And I very much appreciate all the recommends, and the comments made and general interest.
Besides that here in Fargo we had a very bright sunny day at 40F and virtually no wind. What is called a “perfect day” for this time of year.
So I spent part of the afternoon sitting outside on a deck talking music, politics, and news with a couple good friends.
And I’m yapping about some Janis Joplin concert I went to in Winnipeg the summer of ’70, and then my friend’s nephew is telling about this DVD that’s been out for a while, Festivalexpress which I never heard of, (so I must be a tad farther out of the loop than I think I am).
Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing that one. And if during the pan of the crowd I manage to spot myself I’ll put one of those little arrows in, and load it on photobucket, ha!
How’s the day gone for the rest of the FBC frogs?
You missed an excellent discussion on whose writing would put you to sleep faster — Kierkegaard or Kant.
Oh, yeah. I forgot about that when I woke up from my nap.
It was fascinating. I felt like I was trapped on the school bus with the debate team.
Would that have been when we were discussing whether Flashdance was a classic must-see film?
No. That was the only part I understood.
You could easily join in — it’s really easy. I just write some little sentence and then Indy writes several paragraphs on some interesting idea and then I write some other little sentence and she does another mini-essay and so on.
I noticed that. She is definitely a good writer of words as Ductape would say. And while your little sentence is also way beyond my grasp, the pain of feeling stupid is over a lot faster than when I read Indy’s.
It’s been a little quiet around here today.
But what a great day you had! You’ll definitely have to do that arrow thing if you see yourself!
Confession: I could do that if The Decline of Western Civilization was on dvd. …(it’s not, is it?)
I’ll have a pint of your best, Izzy.
And given the front page bravery of the Booman, maybe the new pig baking dish from Sur La Table would be an appropriate offering for some special troglodyte… <Paging Mythmother, Mythmother, please come to a white courtesy telephone>
:{)
/Peace
lol — I love the little clay pig bonus gift! I wonder why it only has three legs? 🙂
Coming right up with that pint!
Nope…I’m not touchin’ that three-legged line…uh uh…not me…:{)
Peace
And yet I posted my most innocent smiley…
My mother didn’t raise any dumb kids..a bit off center…maybe… :{)
Peace
So, uh, will there be a live band?
I’m so glad you asked…
BTW, is Lost a repeat tonight? If so, I’m going to have a serious conflict with the season premiere of America’s Next Top Model and the finale of Project Runway. I’m hopeless.
(I also liked Flashdance even if it does have a lot to answer for with that whole leg-warmer thing. Don’t tell Andi.)
I liked flashdance because I took a date to it and made out the whole time. I was what? Thirteen? As for the movie’s actial merits? it wasn’t great.
What’s the difference between “actual merits” and other kinds? I mean, you got to have a make-out session, I saw it on mushrooms and hurled myself out of the seat when the star lunged RIGHT AT ME!
…I mean who knows what else the movie inspired? Besides the leg-warmer fad. And perhaps an interest in welding. Can we really separate these experiences out from some idealized “reality?”
Lost is a very old episode.
Thank goodness and thanks for letting me know — what a relief! Now I can watch the others guilt-free (almost).
Lost is a repeat.
You can tell me — I have my own guilty pleasures. 😉
Hey there, folks — great to see you, as always.
Thought I’d share some images from a lovely walk in the woods today — bright sun, gentle breezes.
Need I ask ‘what is it?’
Clue: Yeeeehaw!
Howard Dean trapped under the ice wearing boots?
Partially correct, Izzy — but I won’t say which part.
😉
Is it the first sign of a spring thaw?
I sure hope so, my dear (though it’s about a month early).
Macro shots of ice are so interesting. I’ve enjoyed taking them so much I’m almost going to miss winter — though I’m sure after the winter you’ve had, you’d be glad not to take another one.
Frankly, I’m so fascinated by the ice that I tend to forget the cold (at least if the temperature’s above about 18 F).
You’re right, though — I’m happy to switch to budding wildflowers & winged critters. Soon enough, the ice returns ..
I’d say we’ve both been very lucky with our ice patterns this year. Probably due to the wacky weather.
Kennewick Man?
No man involved, I’m afraid — not even flat Howard.
Pretty awsome pics, not because they are spectacularly beautiful, but because you could find such gems of curves . . .
At the bottom of an icicle flow?
I liked the curves too — only possible with the type of thaw we’re having now.
This is what remains of the tree-root icicles at the speedway washout, where it drains midway & out the culvert. You recall?
Ice and snow is melting in a funny way here in the City as well. It’s as if it’s melting “dry” instead of mushy and wet.
Hi Izzy, sorry it took me so long to get here today.
Where the hell were you? The orgy is over.
how did it go? did my training take?
As far as I can tell it was just Andi and Izzy. We didn’t miss much.
Heeeey — is that an insult? Andi?!?
Sounds like Indy’s kind of orgy.
I feel silly even calling it an orgy. Usually maryb and the late crew are involved.
As well you should. Or haven’t you noticed that our band consists of a trombone and a clarinet?
You can be my understudy. I think you have it in you to be a star.
I’ve long since been pegged as a boring, old geezer so I think you’re entitled to get huffy. 🙁
Oh, it wasn’t that, Andi. I was huffy about the “just.”
But that’s just it — you can’t let them drag you down to my level. Besides now that DJ has moved to Oregon, California will be needing a new wild woman.
Oh, me and California are so done with each other. I’m living incognito in Washington now.
Even better — Izzy, Washington Wild Woman.
No problem — glad you’re here now! I’ve somehow found myself defending Flashdance. I have no idea how that happened…
What a feeling, eh? 😉
Flashdance?
Taught me the best way to drive someone crazy taking off a bra.
somehow I missed that part. Is it the old, unhook the back, take your arm out of first one shoulder strap then the other, and then pull it out of your sleeve like Houdini? I have that little move perfected as my 18 hour bra rarely lasts past hour 2 or 3.
Bud has made an appearance in the Thursday Dog Blogging thread. Better catch him before it’s nap time, which is often and long-lasting.
Bud!
I just sat here for almost a full minute trying to figure out if it really is Wednesday, not Thursday, or if I somehow lost a day this week.
in Australia, and with keres at the helm again this week, I guess that makes it Thursday for us too. 🙂
thanks
good night, everyone. I need my beauty rest so I can get up and have some fun with Family Man. Hmmm, that sounded wrong.
I think I’ll follow you out the door.
Night all.
G’night SN and Andi! I’ve gotta make dinner so I’m going to close this one out and put up a new one.
Brand new cafe is up!