Laughing All The Way

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Thanks Dr. Levitt

For as long as I can remember I had this growing rash that covered my face. My earliest memories of school consist of me scratching the corners of my eyes, down the side of my face, around the contours of my ears and my scalp. Of course my pediatrician prescribed a cream, an ointment that smelled like old people, which was slathered on multiple times a day.

The rash would come and go as it pleased. There was no real rhyme or reason, and no matter how many test were run, there was never any name or explanation for what it is.

The summer before I began junior high, I went to see my first general practitioner who gave me a sample tube of ointment that her office received from a pharmaceutical company and instructed me to apply. She had no idea that what she gave me was the first thing that cleared�cleared�cleared my face.

I started junior high with perfect skin.

All of the kids that I knew from first grade (most of us graduated from high school together as well, as is the way of small towns) couldn�t even remember the rash. When I referenced it in senior high, no one could recall me ever having a rash that covered parts of my face.

I guess that speaks to personality and the fact that we stop seeing things. We get to know people and become blind to disabilities and flaws.

I still have a tube with me at all times, this morning the corner of my eye looked red and was painful to the touch.  Clear advance warnings of an impending breakout. The other side affect of the cream is that the steroid compound eliminates all footholds of acne. Because I was slathering it all over my face I never had a single pimple all through high school. Now that I don�t use the cream in such quantity I will get the occasional spot where I can feel the pimple growing. Simply applying a little cream at night ensures that I don�t have to worry; the next morning all evidence of acne has ceased.

As great as that little tube of cream was, and I am beyond grateful for the results, the remedy for my skin never was able to make its way to my thoughts. To this day when someone comments on my skin or my looks, I still feel like that girl who never made eye contact with anything other than the carpet, the girl whose hair was always long enough to hide her face, the girl whose face was splotches of angry pink rash and olive skin. Some things just can�t be remedied.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Look here as we watch the mating dance of the Split-tailed Cockatoo* (as said by David Attenborough)

Last night was an abomination. People do what I say, not what I do.

The slight hang over was well deserved. At least I work hard for my money. So you better treat me right.

THINGS (all caps…wow) are happening and I am not sure of the significance of the interpretative dance, but there’s always some meaning. After all, to use the term interpretative dance connotes a meaning of some sort, otherwise what is being interpreted?

* I just made that up because I like the word Cockatoo and I find David’s voice to be very soothing.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

It’s all over but the crying

So we said goodbye to JP this evening. Four martinis, a few shots, part of a scorpion bowl.

I am findig tyoing toi be diffcult. Hmmm, That chinese food is fgoing to haunt me in a few hours.

Naked bkogging is colfd.      Maybe I shoud put some clothes on,

NAh. I like th e cold air, ut wull prevvent the vomitage feom coming in the dead of the night.

I think we have a new drinkking friemd, fellow employee was totally on point ehnr I used the word brokeback to describe something gay. She was all about slipping it into conversation at work.  Perhaps on her presentation tomorrow morning, At 9 AM. With my brother- in lawl.

Tomorrowq Hang over and I are going to have to talk, I hope he;s resonable.
; Sorry…no spell chec, don’t have that kind of motor skills.
Oh, I kind of am harboring a crush, But I’m not going to say who it’s on, getting superstituous in my old age….old old old.  When did 27 get to be old?

Mood rating: spinning, sad tummy…not sure there’s an actual mood descripotor to fit that…anyone got a suggestion?

Good night, good luck.

Jungle Fever

Her face was a road map of wrinkles that revealed her path more than it did her age.

I sometimes wonder what I will look like when I am older. You see, the thing about being an in between is that you don’t really look like anyone. My mom looks like her side of the family. My dad looks like his side of the family. I look like a little bit of everything in one.

I love it when a plan comes together

Lunch time is for eating…and data transfers.

The month of June is uploaded to the new site. I tried to fix all the weird wingdings that blogger substituted in for actual marks of punctuation. If I missed one or two let me know so I can fix them. This is really why I am not just uploading everything in one go. I want to be able to catch the anomalies forced into my text by blogger. I know that if I did it all in one shot I would never go back and update the way I should. Although, I think I have already fixed most of the months, July and August may be the two months I never completed.

This is the third time in two days that I’ve had to admit to my extreme lazitude. First to O, because I was putting off the emailing my new addy to people. I still haven’t finished the list of people. I mean how hard is it to write three lines and hit enter?

Then to DQ when I asked him to explain a joke on his site that clearly had something to do with Australian politics. I was too lazy to click on links so the dear boy was good enough to tell me what the joke was.

And now here, with the whole, I’m too lazy to fix punctuation mistakes.

I would feel bad about the laze, but um, I don’t.

That was so not the point I was making when I opened post.

So, I listen to my ipod at work, and I have a butt load of my music on my work computer. I was going to use my ipod as a hard drive and just transfer the files like any other piece of information, but when I did that with the music on my old computer, the new computer refused to read them due to a license management issue. I decided to cut out the middle man and here I sit with a USB bridge between my work computer and my new laptop. I should be able to get around the licensing issues thusly and will be able to groove to my heart’s content.

Now, I kind of wonder what else I can take, is it bad to transfer the excel program onto my laptop? Would it even work without the install disc?

I’m about to find out.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Because I can

If you use a proxy I will ban you. I don’t care who reads, I just get weirded out by people reading in secret.

huh

Ever since Saturday night when I found out about my sister reading a post and being all upset about it, I have been trying to recall what was in the post. Having just read it, I realized that I did the same thing I always do. I let her make me feel guilty over some imagined slight. I let her manipulate me into feeling like I had said something that crossed the line.

Yesterday I had a moment of clarity. When I first started blogging, I was doing so in secret. She and her husband found my blog because I checked from their computer. I forgot to delete it from the history and my brother-in-law went searching for it. I had asked them not to read, but they did. I thought I could be okay with their ominpotence but in the end, they were saying wildly inappropriate things in places and in front of people that just began to annoy me. Eventually I reasserted my request that they stop reading. Again, after saying they wouldn’t read, they did.

So, here I sat feeling very guilty and in the end, having now gone back and read the post, I can’t believe that I wasted the time and emotion on this whole thing. One of my petpeeves is when people take what I write on my blog and internalize it. I understand the feeling that sometimes someone else’s words are a perfect fit for what you are feeling, but for my sister to take what I wrote about me and make it about her, that just is the last piece of evidence that I need to understand that she is not the type of person that I can have in my life right now.

Mood rating: Blech.