given.eyes.to.see dot com | the ever changing status of m v6.0: spring in bloom

Ack. I knew it was going to happen eventually, but darnit, I'm all stubborn and stuff and I was hoping it would sorta forget me the way I was trying to forget it. I'm speaking of course, of the new Dano system for Blogger. It's all different and stuff. And blue. Did I mention there's a lot of blue? Hrm... *stubbornly doesn't want change, not caring if it's better or not grumble grumble*

So, I'm obviously not dead. (Nor dying for that matter in any particular quickness then normal.) The massive evil that's the price of being female (read: good 'ole Aunt Flo) is waning and the pain and misery of Tuesday has left. Now I'm just dealing with the boring, be-done-already part. Ya know, when you feel better but you're still teathered to being near a restroom every couple hours? *lol*

And then, as I go to make my entry and blather about the oh-so-exciting items like my monthly cycle, I peek over at my journal stats and see a new refering link I hadn't heard of before:

26 Jun, Thu, 14:34:05 http://www.realityfuel.org/

...so of course, I have to click it. I'm like, oh crap, what's someone saying about me now.... Turns out, they ARE talking about me - but for once, it's not a bad thing. My gods, it's not a bad thing *falls down and weeps* (ok, not really, but I'm dragging out the dramatic moment here, ok?)

Rawk! *dances around a bit*

So cool. They like me, they really like me! (alright, I'll stop. But I'm damned chipper so the bad jokes come with it) I'm chatting with a friend as I write this and he says I'll be famous now. And he gave his advice on what to do when you become famous:

him:You need to become really famous...and then change your name right before you really really get famous...to something like "farty mcCrablice".... then laugh as people cheer for you and say your name on the news and MTV and such... at least, that's what I'll do if I ever am about to be famous.

me: you are a strange one. It's probably why I like ya.

him: Oh come on... like it wouldn't rule if you changed your name to "Farty McCrablice" and then cured cancer... and for thousands of years while your cure saved people's lives they'd be saying, "Thank God for Farty McCrablice!"

Yeah, I have strange friends.

Let's see, what else...? Oh yeah! The car is legal! Whoo hoo. Got paid today for the database work I did for Rand's mom and called up, got insurance over the phone (downpayment of only $158 - good deal) and paid my registration online and printed out my receipt. Yippie! My car is legal to drive in the state of Florida again! *happy happy joy joy* I think this is the first time pretty much all year we've had both insurance and active registration at the same time. (sad but true) The registration itself expired on my birthday (May 16th) but I coudn't renew it until I got us another insurance policy. The last one ran out and I didn't renew it and I've not had the downpayment cash to get started again. So.......no more fear of cops on the road (unless I guess I'm doing something stupid like speeding) until next year.

La la la...I think that's all I was going to write about. I dunno. I have laundry to do and I keep getting up and going away from my pc for a moment. That's probably why this entry is so very random and fractured. *shrugs* Oh well. Sorry. I'm out for now.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 6/26/2003 09:10:40 PM ~ ~

Aw, my Love's a sweetie. So yesterday he brings home uber yummy Olive Garden for me (even remembering to get the dipping sauce for the breadsticks) and some Aleve. Of course, I was still in a hell of a lot of pain and couldn't really eat because I didn't feel good and was feverish. I took some Aleve and laid down on the couch. He took me into the bedroom instead - so I wouldn't hurt my neck from laying on the couch's pilows, which would have happened - and let me sleep for a couple hours. While I slept, he cleaned the apartment so I wouldn't have to today. He's such a sweetheart.

Feeling a little better, though I'm still tired. I'd like to sleep more but my mom's on her way over and I have to hop in the shower - badly. Ick. Off to do that now.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 6/25/2003 12:03:50 PM ~ ~

Ow...

Today, while it is the first day in seven straight days of horrible, non-stop rain, cloudy skies and dark, overcast condition that's a nice day out there, is also the day from hell for me. The second day of my monthly cycle has always been the worst. Today is this month's second day. A warm cup of tea, blaknets, still in my pj's, motrin (I'm out of Aleve which works best) and a Quantum Leap marathon on Sci-Fi (only one of my all-time most favorite shows) and I still feel as miserable as when I woke up. Cramps, back pain and overall soreness just assalt me today. I have no strength and I certainly don't feel like cleaning up the house which I had planned to do because it needs it. It's just going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm too miserable today.

Apparently, pain is subjective to the person in question and a new study has proven that people do in fact experience different levels of pain from the exact same stimuli. The idea being that doctors need to take their patients seriously when they say that a medication isn't helping them, despite helping others in general. The person who's not helped might be actually experiencing greater pain because of their brain's response the others.

Pain that brings tears to one person's eyes may be barely noticed by someone else, and that can be a problem for doctors deciding on treatment. The answer: Listen to the patient, a new study says. Some people really do feel more pain than others.

Ugh.

I haven't even gone out to my mailbox in days because it's been flooding in our parking lot and a downpour for a week now. I want desperately to go and check it, but it seems too much effort to get dressed and then walk all the way over there. I am so sore. I hate this. And this is half of what it used to be before I was on my current pill. Prior to this I was actually under doctor orders to be on bedrest for the first three days of my periods. (In fact, for two years I was on the Federal Medical Leave Act [FMLA] that granted me the right to take off work under doctor orders as needed without risk of losing my job) So, you can imagine if it hurts so bad that I don't know if I could make it to the mailboxes now and it's half what it used to be, how bad it was in the past.

Gonna go snuggle up on the couch again, though I feel damned guilty when I look around the apartment at what a mess the place is. I just don't have the strength to get it done today. Somedays it sucks ass to be a woman. Today's one of those days.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 6/24/2003 04:00:00 PM ~ ~

HOLY CRAP! I freakin' LOVE postcardx!! There was a thread earlier about Harry Potter and I was meantioning how I'm dying to read them and how I want to get the set of the first four since it's cheaper then buying them seperate, but I've just not had the $30 to do it. So then I check pX just now and one of the wonderful ladies there has the four paperbacks and is happy to give them to me because she wants to buy the hardcovers! WOAH! That's just amazingly cool!!! Yeah! I can finally read them!

*happy happy happy happy*

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 6/23/2003 02:06:01 AM ~ ~

My Love got stuck in an elevator with an open bottle of floor stripping chemicals today for 45 minutes. Rescue had to get out there thanks to a cell phone (his friend's) that worked and no thanks to the "emergency call" button that didn't (instead ringing an ANSWERING MACHINE). Ugh. He wasn't feeling good after that and didn't get home until about 6:30pm. He's sore, beat, had an awful headache and has been sleeping already for two-odd hours - too tired to care I'm on the pc. Poor thing. He still needs to get up at 9am to help Rand empty his storage unit.

We never made it out to the beach. Between the rain and the fact he was just exhausted, I missed out on going. So sad. I had really gotten my hopes up for going - and getting to actually try to do something for at least one damned Pagan holiday. It annoys me sometimes that I don't ever get to express my affinity with the Pagan Wheel of the Year and that I don't have opportunity to engage in any ritual or celebration. I guess I just look back at so many empty years of lame-ass Xtian holiday rituals/gatherings I've been forced to grin and bear, but never do I get to do anything in homage to the Divine and to the Earth in ways I would like to explore. Sad. No one really takes it seriously around me and most think it's just a silly way to be "different" or something, but I really do feel like the changing of the seasons for example, are holy days. I know I always feel a heavy weight coming into Winter Solstice (Yule) because I know the long, dark sleep of winter is upon us and that Spring is nothing more then a hope or a promise. Spring is a time when that promise is realized and life awakens once more. Summer is the peek of bountiful life, when the world is fully alive and in bloom. Fall brings us back to the preparations and reminders that winter will return. I feel the changing of the seasons and they are days of connection for me. Even long before I ever thought to call myself "Pagan" or sought out information on other's faiths, I always marked the changing of season. So, it was sorrowful night that didn't give me a chance to go out to the shore.

I did pay an homage of sort to what I had wanted to do at the beach on the simple list tonight - where you list life's simple pleasures - and I thought I'd share it here:

..the salt-kissed wind that blows the strands of your hair like silken embrace as you stand on the shore gazing out at that point where sky meets water and everything becomes possible…

Off to bed with me perhaps. My back is sore from sitting (read: slouching) at this computer all day and my fingers are getting sore. I'm not tired, but I might as well call it a night.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 6/22/2003 02:47:21 AM ~ ~