i just tried to give blood. you may remember i was refused last time due to low blood iron.
i immediately commenced taking iron supplements. this time my blood sank to the bottom of the blue liquid like a stone. HOORAY!
then they moved me to a table and... i wouldn't bleed.
out of the left arm came... nothing. not a drop of blood.
out of the right arm came a drip so slow that the blood taker declared it pointless and took the needle out. she then informed me that my veins are tiny and "roll-y".
i give up. i will just have to be satisfied with being an organ donor.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Helpless, Hopeless
Get the latest issue of Newsweek.
Flip to page 25.
And look at the faces of the dead smiling back at you.
Now stick a "Bring Our Troops Home" bumper sticker or a yellow ribbon magnet on your car. Protest the war by picketing at the Port of Tacoma. Bitch about Bush to your friends, in a blog, on the back of your car. They all accomplish the same thing.
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
These are people's friends. Babies' fathers. Mother's sons. These are real people, with blood, bones, people who have wept, who have had their hearts broken, who have had the flu and nursed at their mothers' breasts, children who smiled with no front teeth, who got As and made their parents proud, who made their little brothers eat dirt and then made them laugh about it later. These are fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, wives, husbands, sons, daughters. Think of someone you love in his or her 20s or 30s. Think of all he or she has done, all he or she has left to do.
Now imagine him or her gone. Struck down with so much time left. And so much time passed. And imagine you, left behind. There are lots of people you can blame, but nothing you can do.
There must be good going on there, right? It's not black and white - it's not the Americans saving the Jews or fighting an entire country that's against us. It's some gray, Vietnam area. Some area that's a little nauseating because we have no real prizes to show for it. Yet?
You can vote Democrat in 2008. You can vote Libertarian. You can feel good when someone finally puts an end to this war. And you should.
But their smiling faces in pictures will still be all that remains. For the 3000 that could be saved, 3000 will still be dead. THREE THOUSAND.
If you haven't thought about it before, look at page 25 next time you're in line at the grocery store.
You'll think about it.
Flip to page 25.
And look at the faces of the dead smiling back at you.
Now stick a "Bring Our Troops Home" bumper sticker or a yellow ribbon magnet on your car. Protest the war by picketing at the Port of Tacoma. Bitch about Bush to your friends, in a blog, on the back of your car. They all accomplish the same thing.
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
These are people's friends. Babies' fathers. Mother's sons. These are real people, with blood, bones, people who have wept, who have had their hearts broken, who have had the flu and nursed at their mothers' breasts, children who smiled with no front teeth, who got As and made their parents proud, who made their little brothers eat dirt and then made them laugh about it later. These are fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, wives, husbands, sons, daughters. Think of someone you love in his or her 20s or 30s. Think of all he or she has done, all he or she has left to do.
Now imagine him or her gone. Struck down with so much time left. And so much time passed. And imagine you, left behind. There are lots of people you can blame, but nothing you can do.
There must be good going on there, right? It's not black and white - it's not the Americans saving the Jews or fighting an entire country that's against us. It's some gray, Vietnam area. Some area that's a little nauseating because we have no real prizes to show for it. Yet?
You can vote Democrat in 2008. You can vote Libertarian. You can feel good when someone finally puts an end to this war. And you should.
But their smiling faces in pictures will still be all that remains. For the 3000 that could be saved, 3000 will still be dead. THREE THOUSAND.
If you haven't thought about it before, look at page 25 next time you're in line at the grocery store.
You'll think about it.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
oh, and with regard to the venting...
just in case anyone i know is reading this, i would like to clarify:
i am only talking about people who do not bother to say anything at all. yes, backing out at the last moment is sucky, but sometimes there are valid excuses for this, and if you call or text, that's totally understandable.
it's these a-holes that can't even be bothered with a last-minute text that i CANNOT understand.
i am only talking about people who do not bother to say anything at all. yes, backing out at the last moment is sucky, but sometimes there are valid excuses for this, and if you call or text, that's totally understandable.
it's these a-holes that can't even be bothered with a last-minute text that i CANNOT understand.
i think i may be a vampire.
please take into account the following evidence:
1. garlic makes me violently ill when i ingest it.
2. i have terrible insomnia at night and find it much easier to sleep during the day.
3. if a cross shape touches my skin, it leaves a raw burn mark and i scream in pain.
okay, that last one is a lie. but the first two are true, and i think they are evidence enough.
1. garlic makes me violently ill when i ingest it.
2. i have terrible insomnia at night and find it much easier to sleep during the day.
3. if a cross shape touches my skin, it leaves a raw burn mark and i scream in pain.
okay, that last one is a lie. but the first two are true, and i think they are evidence enough.
Répondez s'il vous plaît
i am going to vent here. so stand back.
if there is one thing i do not understand, and will never understand, it is RSVPing "yes" to an invitation, not showing up, not calling or emailing or anything to SAY you're not showing up, and thinking this is a-okay.
i do not have ragers. i have small get togethers. when someone doesn't show up, i notice. i wonder where they are. and not to even BOTHER with an "i'm sorry, something came up at the last minute and i can't make it" - that is just undeniably, unarguably rude. i don't care who you are or where you come from. i don't care how well i know you or how old you are. i told my mother about this behavior and her reply was, "bad breeding." and it's true.
RSVPing serves a purpose. it allows the host to plan for food, beverages, alcohol, party favors, etc. when you say you're coming and then back out for no apparent reason - or at least GIVE no reason, leaving the host to assume there isn't any good reason - you are basically wasting the host's money and time. it's disrespectful and thoughtless and it annoys me to no end. i have actually ended up losing a "friend" over this situation in the past - she thought it was totally cool to promise me she was coming to a party, then not show up and act like i was being irrational for being annoyed.
i have no doubt that this stems in part to the complete lack of culpability and responsibility i have noticed in people my age and younger. and don't get me wrong, i am often guilty of this same lack, but not when it comes to manners and respecting other people's time, money, and effort.
"impolite" is too weak a word to describe this behavior. "rude" comes closer. what it really is is disrespectful. and i think it's bullshit.
if there is one thing i do not understand, and will never understand, it is RSVPing "yes" to an invitation, not showing up, not calling or emailing or anything to SAY you're not showing up, and thinking this is a-okay.
i do not have ragers. i have small get togethers. when someone doesn't show up, i notice. i wonder where they are. and not to even BOTHER with an "i'm sorry, something came up at the last minute and i can't make it" - that is just undeniably, unarguably rude. i don't care who you are or where you come from. i don't care how well i know you or how old you are. i told my mother about this behavior and her reply was, "bad breeding." and it's true.
RSVPing serves a purpose. it allows the host to plan for food, beverages, alcohol, party favors, etc. when you say you're coming and then back out for no apparent reason - or at least GIVE no reason, leaving the host to assume there isn't any good reason - you are basically wasting the host's money and time. it's disrespectful and thoughtless and it annoys me to no end. i have actually ended up losing a "friend" over this situation in the past - she thought it was totally cool to promise me she was coming to a party, then not show up and act like i was being irrational for being annoyed.
i have no doubt that this stems in part to the complete lack of culpability and responsibility i have noticed in people my age and younger. and don't get me wrong, i am often guilty of this same lack, but not when it comes to manners and respecting other people's time, money, and effort.
"impolite" is too weak a word to describe this behavior. "rude" comes closer. what it really is is disrespectful. and i think it's bullshit.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
absolutely spot on.
generally i read the tshirt hell newsletter but don't post anything from it because it's usually so filled with foul language and disturbing/gruesome/disgusting imagery that the (sometimes valid) points in its articles are obliterated by stupidity.
this one, however, is different.
from www.tshirthell.com:
The 2008 Presidential election is well over a year away, but several candidates have already taken to the campaign trail. So far I know that the candidates include a woman, a half-black man with a history of Islam in his family, a Vietnam veteran, and a former New York City mayor who has been divorced. That is all I know about the major candidates. I know nothing about their policies, and that's exactly the way I like it.
But while I am glad to know so little about their political agendas, it upsets me that I don't know more about their personal lives. That's why I suggest that the media dig even deeper to find out what's truly important about all of these candidates. You know...the stuff that doesn't affect anyone else.
I mean, it's great that I know Hillary Clinton is a woman and her husband once got a blowjob from a chubby Jew, but is that all there is to her? I want to know absolutely everything about her as long as it is irrelevant to me. What size shoe does she wear? Does she eat oatmeal for breakfast? What brand of tampons does she use? For that matter, does she even menstruate anymore? The answers to all of these questions affect no one but Hillary (and maybe her dry cleaner) and, therefore, I care deeply about all of them.
The media has not been so lax in digging up Barack Obama's past. Well, you know...the important stuff. I wasn't talking about his voting record in the Senate or anything. No, I was talking about the fact that I now know he has Islamic roots and he has done cocaine. Again, good to know, but there's so much more that we don't need to know that I want to know. Was the cocaine any good? Did he snort it off a hooker's tits? These are all things that should be taken into consideration before we cast our votes next August. Or whenever the hell we vote.
And the Democrats aren't the only ones who should be subjected to such pointless speculation and conjecture. We all know that John McCain served in Vietnam and was a POW for an extended period of time, but what are the details of his imprisonment? Was he forced to drink his own urine? Did his captors allow Vietnamese children to put out cigarettes on his bare chest?
Just like a person's race, sex, and past drug use, these things should be considered before you decide if he's qualified to be president.
Come to think of it, we should just cut out all this campaigning and debating. All it does is waste time and money and give me what I call "think-wrinkles." From now on the candidates should just fill out a brief questionnaire and their answers will appear next to their names on the ballot. Age, gender, race, religion, marriage status, sexual preference, criminal records and military service are all a given. Beyond that, they'll have to answer the following questions.
What is your favorite color?
Stones or Beatles?
Have you ever given/received a donkey-punch?
Who was your favorite Darren on Bewitched?
If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be? And would you miss masturbation?
That is all the information we need to know before choosing the leader of the free world. The candidates can take their foreign policies and health care plans and shove them up their collective ass. Only by voting according to these guidelines will we be able to call the presidential election a popularity contest without a hint of irony. And after all, what's more important than popularity? God knows our country isn't.
this one, however, is different.
from www.tshirthell.com:
The 2008 Presidential election is well over a year away, but several candidates have already taken to the campaign trail. So far I know that the candidates include a woman, a half-black man with a history of Islam in his family, a Vietnam veteran, and a former New York City mayor who has been divorced. That is all I know about the major candidates. I know nothing about their policies, and that's exactly the way I like it.
But while I am glad to know so little about their political agendas, it upsets me that I don't know more about their personal lives. That's why I suggest that the media dig even deeper to find out what's truly important about all of these candidates. You know...the stuff that doesn't affect anyone else.
I mean, it's great that I know Hillary Clinton is a woman and her husband once got a blowjob from a chubby Jew, but is that all there is to her? I want to know absolutely everything about her as long as it is irrelevant to me. What size shoe does she wear? Does she eat oatmeal for breakfast? What brand of tampons does she use? For that matter, does she even menstruate anymore? The answers to all of these questions affect no one but Hillary (and maybe her dry cleaner) and, therefore, I care deeply about all of them.
The media has not been so lax in digging up Barack Obama's past. Well, you know...the important stuff. I wasn't talking about his voting record in the Senate or anything. No, I was talking about the fact that I now know he has Islamic roots and he has done cocaine. Again, good to know, but there's so much more that we don't need to know that I want to know. Was the cocaine any good? Did he snort it off a hooker's tits? These are all things that should be taken into consideration before we cast our votes next August. Or whenever the hell we vote.
And the Democrats aren't the only ones who should be subjected to such pointless speculation and conjecture. We all know that John McCain served in Vietnam and was a POW for an extended period of time, but what are the details of his imprisonment? Was he forced to drink his own urine? Did his captors allow Vietnamese children to put out cigarettes on his bare chest?
Just like a person's race, sex, and past drug use, these things should be considered before you decide if he's qualified to be president.
Come to think of it, we should just cut out all this campaigning and debating. All it does is waste time and money and give me what I call "think-wrinkles." From now on the candidates should just fill out a brief questionnaire and their answers will appear next to their names on the ballot. Age, gender, race, religion, marriage status, sexual preference, criminal records and military service are all a given. Beyond that, they'll have to answer the following questions.
What is your favorite color?
Stones or Beatles?
Have you ever given/received a donkey-punch?
Who was your favorite Darren on Bewitched?
If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be? And would you miss masturbation?
That is all the information we need to know before choosing the leader of the free world. The candidates can take their foreign policies and health care plans and shove them up their collective ass. Only by voting according to these guidelines will we be able to call the presidential election a popularity contest without a hint of irony. And after all, what's more important than popularity? God knows our country isn't.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
i want.... an I Saw U
I have never gotten one.
Not once.
From anyone.
Well, that I am aware of.
For my birthday, I want an I Saw U.
Get to it, secret admirers.
Not once.
From anyone.
Well, that I am aware of.
For my birthday, I want an I Saw U.
Get to it, secret admirers.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
zodiac? son of sam? pssht.
your writing skillz are mad weak, 70s killers. check out what the axeman of new orleans laid down:
Dated, "Hell, March 13, 1919," it said:
Esteemed Mortal:
They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a fell demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.
When I see fit, I shall come again and claim other victims. I alone know who they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with the blood and brains of him whom I have sent below to keep me company.
If you wish you may tell the police not to rile me. Of course I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigation in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to amuse not only me but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don't think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.
Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship to the Angel of Death.
Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to visit New Orleans again. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a proposition to you people. Here it is:
I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of those people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.
Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and as it is about time that I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, and that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fantasy.
The Axeman
Dated, "Hell, March 13, 1919," it said:
Esteemed Mortal:
They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a fell demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.
When I see fit, I shall come again and claim other victims. I alone know who they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with the blood and brains of him whom I have sent below to keep me company.
If you wish you may tell the police not to rile me. Of course I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigation in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to amuse not only me but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don't think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.
Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship to the Angel of Death.
Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to visit New Orleans again. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a proposition to you people. Here it is:
I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of those people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.
Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and as it is about time that I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, and that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fantasy.
The Axeman
Friday, March 9, 2007
MySpace jonesin'
Today, for the first time since my MySpace fast, I have been craving it. I am wondering if I have any friend requests, messages, or comments. I am wondering what is going on with other people's pictures and profiles. I want to read blogs of people who don't know I'm reading their blogs. Or maybe they do. I don't care. And I want to unblock my profile - it's private right now. Also I want to change my headline to a Ryan Adams' lyric - "I used to be sad, now I'm just bored with you." God how apropos.
I just have to keep reminding myself that prior to my departure, MySpace kinda sucked and nothing was going on anyhow. And I was looking at people's profiles from my past and torturing myself, and my God am I better off without that.
Julian, Danielle, Pete and I are going to Purple tonight.
Dude, does anyone besides Bri even read this thing? Thank God for Bri or I'd be completely cut off from other people reading my blogs and commenting. Attention! I crave attention! Look at me! Love me! Wow. That should be MySpace's slogan! Bah.
I just have to keep reminding myself that prior to my departure, MySpace kinda sucked and nothing was going on anyhow. And I was looking at people's profiles from my past and torturing myself, and my God am I better off without that.
Julian, Danielle, Pete and I are going to Purple tonight.
Dude, does anyone besides Bri even read this thing? Thank God for Bri or I'd be completely cut off from other people reading my blogs and commenting. Attention! I crave attention! Look at me! Love me! Wow. That should be MySpace's slogan! Bah.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
fair warning.
if you pronounce the word "espresso" as "expresso" in my presence, i will likely slap you and possibly throw a hot beverage in your face.
we all have our things.
we all have our things.
why i love dawn.
Dawn says:
Funny story which he will never let my live down- One time I was trying to show Paul that I had a strong stomach, I demonstated this by punching myself in the stomach (not intentially hard) and ended up knocking myself over
Dawn says:
Yes, I act retarded at times, but that makes life interesting for me
Funny story which he will never let my live down- One time I was trying to show Paul that I had a strong stomach, I demonstated this by punching myself in the stomach (not intentially hard) and ended up knocking myself over
Dawn says:
Yes, I act retarded at times, but that makes life interesting for me
sweet holy jesus, it's about time.
so.
madigan army medical center is the military hospital out here. when i was married, i used to go there. i was initially skeptical, but my ex-husband begged me, "just give it a chance." so i did.
after crying through a routine PAP test ("oops, sorry - i was scraping the wrong thing!" no. i am so not kidding.), i refused to go back for any women's health issue, and he did not argue. after waiting in line ten minutes to check in for an "urgent care" (i had strep) appointment and being told, "sorry, you're fifteen minutes late. we can't see you," i began avoiding madigan altogether. (and i mean, they told me to go home and call and make another appointment. i am really not joking.)
i wrote a letter to madigan to complain, and although the woman i spoke with was sympathetic, naturally nothing came of it. they're the military. they don't give a shit about their own soldiers, much less their soldier's spouses.
thank god for walter reed. that's about all i can say.
madigan army medical center is the military hospital out here. when i was married, i used to go there. i was initially skeptical, but my ex-husband begged me, "just give it a chance." so i did.
after crying through a routine PAP test ("oops, sorry - i was scraping the wrong thing!" no. i am so not kidding.), i refused to go back for any women's health issue, and he did not argue. after waiting in line ten minutes to check in for an "urgent care" (i had strep) appointment and being told, "sorry, you're fifteen minutes late. we can't see you," i began avoiding madigan altogether. (and i mean, they told me to go home and call and make another appointment. i am really not joking.)
i wrote a letter to madigan to complain, and although the woman i spoke with was sympathetic, naturally nothing came of it. they're the military. they don't give a shit about their own soldiers, much less their soldier's spouses.
thank god for walter reed. that's about all i can say.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
lazy bones, sittin' in the sun.
okay, there are three things i want to blog about but won't because i am too lazy.
so you'll just have to let this tide you over:
the cows are training to take over the world.
so you'll just have to let this tide you over:
the cows are training to take over the world.
Friday, March 2, 2007
okay, creepy.
she died the same day i was born, but 42 years earlier.
Kate (Stiteler) McKie
Jul 29, 1856 - Mar 26, 1936
March 27, 1936
Mrs. Kate S. McKie, Philanthropist, Dies CORSICANA, Texas, March 26. - Mrs. Kate Stiteler McKie, about 80, widow of the late W. J. McKie, wealthy attorney and oilman, died at her home here Thursday night after a short illness. The funeral will be held from the First Baptist Church here Friday afternoon at 4 o'clock with burial in Oakwood Cemetery.
Mrs. McKie had resided here practically all of her life. She was active in Baptist circles and was a liberal contributor to various Baptist institutions. Baylor University of Waco has been the recipient of numerous generous sums.
Surviving are two sons, F. B. and Ben W. McKie, and a daughter, Miss Blanche McKie, all of Corsicana.
March 27, 1936
Finial Honors Paid To Mrs. Kate S. McKie Large delegation from Dallas, Fort Worth, Waco and other near-by points joined with hundreds of Corsicana residents to pay their final respects to Mrs. Kate Stiteler McKie, 79, religious worker, benefactor of many Baptist institutions and philanthropist, at funeral services held here Friday afternoon.The funeral services were conducted by Dr. Jeff Ray of Fort Worth and the Rev. E. T. Miller, pastor of the First Baptist Church of Corsicana.President Pat M. Neff of Baylor University headed the visiting groups.Mrs. McKie died early Thursday night after a shot illness. She is survived by two sons, and a daughter, all of Corsicana. She had been a resident of Corsicana more than sixty years and lived in the family residence more than fifty years.
Kate (Stiteler) McKie
Jul 29, 1856 - Mar 26, 1936
March 27, 1936
Mrs. Kate S. McKie, Philanthropist, Dies CORSICANA, Texas, March 26. - Mrs. Kate Stiteler McKie, about 80, widow of the late W. J. McKie, wealthy attorney and oilman, died at her home here Thursday night after a short illness. The funeral will be held from the First Baptist Church here Friday afternoon at 4 o'clock with burial in Oakwood Cemetery.
Mrs. McKie had resided here practically all of her life. She was active in Baptist circles and was a liberal contributor to various Baptist institutions. Baylor University of Waco has been the recipient of numerous generous sums.
Surviving are two sons, F. B. and Ben W. McKie, and a daughter, Miss Blanche McKie, all of Corsicana.
March 27, 1936
Finial Honors Paid To Mrs. Kate S. McKie Large delegation from Dallas, Fort Worth, Waco and other near-by points joined with hundreds of Corsicana residents to pay their final respects to Mrs. Kate Stiteler McKie, 79, religious worker, benefactor of many Baptist institutions and philanthropist, at funeral services held here Friday afternoon.The funeral services were conducted by Dr. Jeff Ray of Fort Worth and the Rev. E. T. Miller, pastor of the First Baptist Church of Corsicana.President Pat M. Neff of Baylor University headed the visiting groups.Mrs. McKie died early Thursday night after a shot illness. She is survived by two sons, and a daughter, all of Corsicana. She had been a resident of Corsicana more than sixty years and lived in the family residence more than fifty years.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
it has been a long time since i have been really obsessed with a band.
but i am obsessed, OBSESSED, with snow patrol.
i already liked them a lot. then we saw them live. and now i am in love. totally, completely in love.
sigh.
i already liked them a lot. then we saw them live. and now i am in love. totally, completely in love.
sigh.
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