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Son, I’ve made a life out of reading people’s faces…

I’m terrible at taking pills. More so, I’m terrible at remembering to take pills. I should be asleep right now, but I forgot to take my sleeping pill earlier and now…well, it is almost 2am so seems too risky to take it now. Where does the time go? I thought it was maybe around midnight and the next thing I know, it’s much later.

I’m sitting here watching Poker After Dark for no other reason than it is on and I don’t feel like channel surfing to find something else. These people crack me up that wear the dark sunglasses and hats pulled way down on their heads. I thought one of the key skills in this game was the poker face. Instead, you’ve got people hiding behind a bunch of props. There’s one guy that wears a hoodie pulled up over his head and tightened up so he looks like the unibomber. I think that’s even his nickname. I just think it’s silly.

Plus, I’d be afraid someone could see the reflection of my cards if I had some gigantimum dark sunglasses on. Then again, I wouldn’t be playing thousands of dollars per hand either!

Sunday, bloody Sunday

I have a love/hate relationship with eBay. I keep my distance from it usually, but once I take a peek, I just can’t help myself. This is just one of THREE vintage cameras I bought tonight. If they all work, I’ll be thrice as giddy!

And before anyone gives me a lecture on how I’m broke and not supposed to be spending any money….I realized I had a balance in my Paypal account from some old auctions I ran. So that paid for them.

He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich.

Note to self: Next time you decide to let your brother take you for a ride in his boat on a 100+ degree day, without a cloud in the sky, even if it is just a quick ride, WEAR SUNSCREEN for crying out loud!!! It’s a wonder I didn’t spontaneously combust.

Was a fun time though. And now Mexigoalie can finally stop asking, “Who the &^%# is Dilbert?!?!”

Their new house is pretty darn sweet. It will be nicer to visit once the weather cools down a bit. 100 degree days just aren’t my bag, baby.

Oh! Speaking of bags. Or pouches. Whatever. I saw my very first, up close and personal kangaroo! TWO of them! In freaking Emory, Texas. Who’d have guessed that?! They were so freaking cute! One was about 3 years old and the other was just over a year old. And they shared a yard with two boxers. I kept wanting the dogs to chase them just to see those roos take off, but the dogs apparently know better. It was fun to see them hop around though. The kangaroos, that is. Not the boxers.

Interesting discussion with the boss this week. A little disconcerting and certainly has me wondering….and, ok, a little bit worried, even though I was told not to be. The not knowing what it all means exactly is going to drive me crazy, but I’m going to take him at his word when he says I’m in demand.

Tomorrow (later today) is the Artists’ Reception for the On My Own Time Art Show at work. We get to pick up our artwork and the winners will be announced. I think the first place in each category goes to the city-wide show at North Park.

Having been one of the volunteers to collect and store the art on drop off day, I have no illusions of winning. Based on what I’ve seen of the others, and of previous years’ winners, the safe, generic, technically correct images seem to be the preference (oh that was tacky of me). And that’s just not me. And I saw a lot of really great entries. But I’m happy to have put something out there. This is the first art show I’ve submitted anything to since I’ve been in Dallas. That’s just silly.

The new flickr group is going well so far. We are doing our first assignment this week, due on Saturday, which is Self Portraits (darn you, Flirt). I haven’t a clue what I’m doing for that yet. But I’m glad to have the excuse to play with Samuel L this weekend.

The neon lights are in our eyes.

Well I hadn’t planned on it, but after running some errands this evening, I found myself driving near downtown Garland. Since it was nearing dark, on a whim, I decided to head over to my favorite marquee and try to get some shots of the Plaza Theatre with it all aglow.

I’m absolutely in love with that marquee. I can’t explain it. It’s just a kickback to the old days and it is fabulous! I remember the first time I happened upon it when I was out exploring my “new” hometown. When I saw it, I grabbed the first parking place I could find and spent an hour just wandering around that area and taking photos. That was back when the Holga was new and I was getting used to it, but I just adore the vignetted (is that a word?) shots I got of the marquee.


I’ve been meaning to take the Holga back out there at night with a tripod for ages, but today, I had neither Holga nor tripod handy. I did, however, have Samuel L, who proved, once again, what a BAMF he really is. It was dusk when I got there, and luckily the neon lights were already glowing! I wandered around and took a few shots around the square, let it get a bit darker, and then managed to handhold some shots of my marquee. I’m really happy with the way they turned out.

Just imagine how cool the Holga ones will be! I’ll get them, oh yes I will!

I look for sense, but I get next to nothing.

I’m having another of those strange days where my dreams are mixing with reality and I’m confusing the two. I woke up at 2am and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I played around on flickr groups for awhile. And then I was watching the early morning news.

It gave me flashbacks to when I worked at the news station in college. And I could have sworn I blogged about it. Apparently not. I also thought FedEx knocked on my door and I went and found the package on my doorstep. But alas, no package. Work emails that I sent detailed replies to, only to find that there were no replies sent. Submitted a BeautiControl order that doesn’t exist. Then there were the city workers digging a line through my yard who asked me to bring Mazzy inside while they worked out back.

So the reality of my day is apparently this: stayed up all morning, dozed off and on and had a variety of life-like dreams, did a little bit of work, dozed some more, re-did the work emails I apparently wrote in my head. Wonder if I have already taken my medicine or not.

Oh, and I think I saw a mouse in my kitchen. Gosh, I hope that was part of the dreams. I don’t deal well with rodents. Don’t make me tell those stories.

I’m tired and I, I want to go to bed.

I had big plans today. A haircut, some shopping at Kohl’s, fresh haircolor, and a night out with Red.

Now, after the all-nighter followed by a semi-sleepless night, I’m opting for a nap and forgoing most of the previously established plans. Otherwise I’ll never make it to the night out part. And after being house-bound for weeks, that’s just not acceptable. As for the shopping, I’ve been frumpy this long, what’s one more week. Hopefully there will still be time for some color though…I’m beyond overdue and nothing cheers me up quite like Brilliant Bordeaux.

Do you want to take my picture?

I just got an email from someone wanting to use one of my pictures they saw on flickr. Cool!

Apparently some post-doc scientist in London wants to use my moldy strawberries picture for a presentation he’s doing on a system for detecting mold in fruit to prevent large batches from being contaminated.

Here’s the part that really won me over: “I can’t offer any money, but would certainly acknowledge your image, and you would be presented to a weird and wonderful group of scientists in the UK from all over…”

So of course I’m letting him use it. I asked for a copy of the portion of his presentation containing my picture in return.

Good game, good friends, sad news.

I got to go to another Stars game tonight, only my 2nd of the regular season, which is just sad and another story all-together. I got to see my boys beat the despicable Avs, which is always a good thing. And I got to catchup a bit and have a few drinks with Flirt & Mr. Red during and afterwards, which was a great and much-needed thing. And I got to visit briefly with some other friends, who are both going through a difficult time, which is not so much of a good thing.

It’s a mix of happiness and sadness all rolled into one. I have so many thoughts about what has happened, but nothing I want to blog about right now. Just know that I am concerned and wish I’d been a better friend lately, although I know that wouldn’t change anything.

It’s difficult to talk generically about this, so I’ll just move on.

I’m heading to Sam Rayburn later this week to spend time with my family for Thanksgiving. My oldest brother, Dilbert, from San Diego, and his family flew in and are there at his lake house so we will be celebrating the holiday there this year. Middle brother, Red Baron, will be flying so it doesn’t sound like we’ll get to see him or his family, but I’m grateful for the opportunity to spend time with the rest of my family. Duckie even gets to bring his daughter this year and she will get to meet her San Diego cousins for the first time!

As it stands right now, I’ll be leaving Mazzy with my parents and not getting her back until I’m in Beaumont for Christmas. I’m having major panic and concerns over that but don’t want to get into that particular topic right now either. There’s a slight chance that my work travel in December may be cancelled, so I’m hoping I can get confirmation on that one way or the other before I give up my dog for a month.

Oh. And you people go ahead thinking I can’t keep a secret! The ones I’ve told are just the tip of the iceberg. Otherwise, I’m a vault, so you shut your filthy mouth!

Deep in the heart of Texas!

I finally got my information in the mail today about All-Star Game tickets! All full-season ticket holders are being given the opportunity to purchase tickets for the events. You have to buy all 3 ticketed events, consisting of:

  • Day 1 – Monday, January 22 – American Airlines Salute to a Generation of Stars: an open practice featuring both Easter and Western Conference All-Stars. “This unique event will feature a celebration of recently retired NHL players who helped define the game over the past 13 years since the Stars arrived in Dallas. The event will feature a dramatic on-ice tribute and personal appearances from NHL all-time greats. Players appearing will be determined at a later date.”

  • Day 2 – Tuesday, January 23 – Young Stars Game and the SuperSkills Competition: “The NHL Young Stars Game features the best and brightest young talent from the Eastern and Western Conference as they face-off in this showcase game. The SuperSkills Competition pits the NHL’s top players against one another in seperate skills events. Players are asked to put their individual skills on the line in contests like the Fastest Skater, Hardest Shot, Accuracy Shooting, and the Shootout.”
  • Day 3 – Wednesday, January 24 – 55th Annual NHL All-Star Game: “The game is a rare chance for fans to see the world’s best players from the Eastern and Western Conference face-off and exhibit their exceptional talent in person. The 2007 celebration will mark the first non-weekend NHL All-Star events since Tuesday, February 7, 1989, when the 40th NHL All-Star Game was played in Edmonton. This special event will create once in a lifetime memories for Stars fans.”

AND I AM GOING TO BE THERE!!!! I’ll have my normal seat for Day 1. I’m being moved over a section for Days 2 and 3, but that’s ok. I am so freaking excited to have the opportunity to see this here in Dallas. I’ve already blocked those 3 days off on my work calendar until I know what the times are, but I’ve got comp time and my HPA project will be done by then, so it’s all good.

I signed up to volunteer to work the events as well, but so far, have not heard anything back on that. Supposedly there are some volunteer meetings coming up to learn about the different jobs they will need help with.

Either way, I’ll be there. And that freaking ROCKS!!!


It’s good to be home. Tomorrow I get my girl back, perhaps by force, but one way or the other, she’s coming home with me.

The conference/vacation combo was a beating but, despite being sick and walking about a million miles, it was fun. I know there was a lot I missed seeing at Disney, but I gave it my best effort! I managed to stick around Magic Kingdom long enough Thursday night to finally see one of the fireworks shows. And the International Food & Wine Festival at Epcot on Friday was pretty cool. Expensive, but cool.

All in all, I’m glad I went. I wouldn’t do it again, not by myself at least, but I’m glad I went.

I’ve never been a fan of Mickey, much preferring Donald or even Pluto…Perhaps it’s my insane fear of rodents. But I have to say, the big-eared fella kind of grew on me.

I was like the little girl on the old Disney commercial who wanders around the whole vacation hoping to see him. And just before she leaves, she finally does. Except I only saw him on stage or a float. He was very elusive.

All I needed was TWO things!

This is why I avoid going into Target, Walgreens, CVS, hell…basically any store.  Tonight I needed to pick up some manilla envelopes to mail the BotB tshirts (a month later…I know!  I know!).  I also needed cigarettes.  So I figured I’d run into Walgreens, where I could get both of the things I needed in one quick stop.

Thirty minutes later, I exited the store with the following:

  • 3 notebooks and 2 sets of dividers for two of my work projects (stuff I could get from the supply room on Monday!)
  • a cool brown leather photo album (for pictures that I’m too lazy to scrapbook…even though I have empty photo albums around here somewhere.)
  • padded envelopes (to mail some books to my fellow bookcrossers)
  • plain envelopes for mailing the shirts
  • a carton of cigarettes
  • a variety pack of brightly colored notebook paper

Why couldn’t I wait until Monday to organize my projects?  And why do I need brightly colored notebook paper?  I have no idea.  It’s wide-ruled.  I don’t even like wide-ruled paper.

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.


The Misfits was on Encore earlier this afternoon.  Again, one of those movies I have on DVD, but I still can’t pass it up when it’s on cable.  Surprisingly it isn’t part of either of the Diamond Collection dvd sets.  That really amazes me because I just don’t see how you can have any compilation of Marilyn Monroe movies without including this one.  Her last (complete) film and it really is one of her best.

Aside from being a great film, it’s well-photographed and filled with great performances, there’s also a lot of interesting trivia that surrounds it:

  • Clark Gable complained about Marilyn’s tardiness, among other things and is quoted as saying he was glad filming was over because Marilyn “damned near gave” him a heart attack.  Gable’s last film, he died of a heart attack 11 days later.
  • Gable is also quoted as saying this was the best picture he ever made!
  • Arthur Miller, Marilyn’s 3rd husband, wrote the part of Rosalyn especially for Marilyn.   

Anyone who likes to dismiss Marilyn as a dumb blonde who only got her roles because of her hourglass figure really should watch this film.  Sure, the acting is a bit overdone, but that was true of all movies from this time period.  It’s a kind of dark movie but it’s an absolute pleasure to watch.

Comments from old blog:

gak – Aug 03, 06: after watching marilyn multiple times in a picture whose name i can’t remember (took place when she was maybe in Reno getting a divorce???) i began to take her seriously and really appreciate her. it’s so easy to blow her off… but once you watch one of her films it’s less easy to take her as only a mere sex goddess.

A quick update

Work is about to become insanely busy, between testing the new version of our LMS to be installed in October, creating training materials for the entire system, and an internal customer project I’ve been “hired” to manage, the rest of 2006 promises to keep me on my toes.  I’ll try not to let this affect my blogging time too much.

Mazzy is doing well.  She had her drain tube removed on Friday and, today, I took her back to the vet to have her bandages removed.  Now I can see the stitches from both her spaying and tumor removal.  Poor thing looks like Frankenstein.  I haven’t seen the vet since before her surgery last Wednesday, but I am assuming that Mazzy must be healing as expected because the tech told me today I could go ahead and schedule an appointment to have her stitches removed next week. 

I wonder how long it will take her tummy fur to grow back.  Although, in this heat, she may prefer the shaved look. 

This weekend I’ll be holed up in my house trying to get the programs done for our charity hockey game on the 24th.  Nothing like waiting until the last minute.  Hopefully the team coordinators will have all the bios to me by then. 

I’m not sure what the deal is.  This is the 3rd year we’ve held this event and I’m not sure if people just don’t care anymore or what.  No one seems to be hyping it up.  No one wants to do anything to help (not entirely true, there’s a few, but I’m whining and it’s more dramatic if I say NO ONE).  Everyone just wants to show up and have fun.  But there is soooo much that has to go on behind the scenes for that to happen.  What good does it do to meet and come up with all these great ideas of how to bring in more money if there is no follow through?  And I don’t have the energy to pick up the extra tasks.  There’s no time now anyway. 

I have a meeting with my design team tomorrow morning  that I am just barely prepared for.  And I’m afraid to go to sleep now because I suck at waking up with the alarm.  I hate when I do this. 

Welcome home, Mazzy!

We picked Mazzy up from the vet around 5pm yesterday.  When they brought her around the corner, all bandaged up and wobbly-walking, I was crying all over again.  I was soooo happy to see her up and moving, even if it was with much effort.  After our (my) emotional reunion, she couldn’t wait to get out of there.  So much so that she, against my trying to guide her the other way, walked into the glass window next to the door. 

Poor baby was still all groggy from the anesthesia and couldn’t really see yet.  I think the only reason she knew me at first was from my voice.  Her eyes were all bugged out and she just had this dazed look.   We managed to get her up into the van and then Mom joined me in crying.  Said I ought to go in there and kiss that vet!!  I would have if he’d come out with her, but as it was, I just wanted to get her home and comfortable.

I have to bring her back tomorrow afternoon to have the drain removed.  Getting her into my car is going to be a challenge.  She has a hard time anyway because of arthritis in her back right leg.  And right now, both her little legs are having a hard time supporting her.  She has some pain medicine that I’m giving her right now, but after reading the info on it, it seems to be more for arthritis than anything. 

She mostly slept last night after we got her home, which was to be expected.  She was still drugged and pretty much out of it.  Around 11pm, she got up and walked around a little so I took her outside to see if she needed to pee.  She didn’t, and walked back to the door so I let her back in and she laid back on her rug.  She wasn’t drinking any water, which they also said she might not want.  But I kept putting a little on my finger and running it around her mouth just in case she got a “taste” for it.  I gave her a few spoonfuls of canned dog food on a plate and she cleaned it off in seconds, so at least she had an appetite.  Considering she hadn’t eaten since 8pm the previous night, I wasn’t surprised by that.  😛 

She didn’t seem up for the walk back to my room.   So I figured I’d sleep on the couch.  Around 1am she sat up and was looking around.  I could tell she was still having a hard time focusing and getting her bearings, so I moved over to the chaise and pulled it parallel to her rug so I could keep an eye on her.  And so she could see that she wasn’t alone.  She finally laid back down and slept for awhile.

This morning she got up, with some encouragement, and went outside to go potty.  That made me feel better.  Then I gave her some food and her medicine and she cleaned her bowl.  Again, makes me feel better.  :)  About an hour later she finally drank some water.

Mom & Dad left around 10am.  I am so grateful they were here with me during all of this.  I don’t think I could’ve handled it on my own.  It’s been a rough few days. 

Mazzy has been resting mostly this afternoon, but I’ve gotten her up and walking around every once in awhile just so she won’t get too stiff and to see how she’s doing.  She’s looking much perkier today.  Even been wagging her tail a little bit.  That makes my heart smile.


This is my trying to remain calm.

I took Mazzy to the vet this morning.  The verdict?  She has a mammory tumor.  And the size, odd shape, hardness, and speed with which it appeared made the vet think there is a good chance it is cancerous.  Either way, it has to be removed.  If not, he said it would ulcerize (sp?) and could potentially spread.  He said typically this type of tumor likes to spread to the lungs.  She hasn’t been coughing or lethargic (any more so than normal atleast…lol), so those were good signs.

Because of her age, the surgery is pretty risky.  He did a chest xray to make sure her lungs looked clear, otherwise it was probably too late.  Thankfully it all looked good.  He didn’t see any signs of potentially cancerous areas….except one tiny spot that was a MAYBE, but the fact that it was the only one made him think not.  He also did bloodwork on her to make sure all her counts were normal.  If not, again, might not be good to do the surgery at this point. 

He also said I should consider whether or not I want them to spay her while she is under.  Explained the increased risk of uterus cancer and infection at her age.  Also explained the negative aspects as well.

The one thing he said that is stuck in my mind is that one of two things will happen after surgery.  “She’ll either wake up or she won’t.” 

Luckily my parents are here visiting right now so Mom went with me.  Her being the nurse, she could ask the right questions and better understand some of what the vet was saying.  Me, all I could do was cry.

Apparently the vet just lost his dog to a very similar lump that had spread.  And his dog was only 7 years old.  Mazzy is 12.  And the average lifespan for dogs is 12-14 years.  So he says I should be happy that she has lived a long life.  But that doesn’t make me feel any better about the situation. 

About 40 minutes after we got home, the vet called to say that Mazzy’s bloodwork looked good.  So we’re bringing her in between 7:30 and 8:30 tomorrow morning.  He said they should be all done by around noon and that, if everything goes well, she’d be able to come home afterwards.

Please let my baby girl make it through this. 

What the hell is that?!

I was giving my dog a bath earlier today when I felt an ENORMOUS lump on her chest.  Bigger than a golfball.  Hanging off her chest.  I screamed and cussed and basically freaked out.  Finished washing all of the soap off of her and then cried my eyes out as I ran in the house to find the number for the vet.

When I called, of course they were already gone for the day.  I got the number for an emergency animal hospital and was about to call them.  Instead, I ended up dialing my parents’ number.  Dad answered and I was blubbering all over again.  After explaining it to him, he convinced me it would be ok to wait until Monday to get her in to see the vet.  It doesn’t seem to be bothering her, hasn’t affected her mood or behavior, and she doesn’t mind me touching it (although I mind!  I think it hurts me more than it hurts her).

So I’m just keeping my eye on her and trying not to worry myself sick between now and Monday.