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The overheard agony in my building and neighbourhood tell me the Saskatchewan Roughriders lost the Grey Cup. O shit, son!
I'm so happy I'm not an obsessive football fan, you have no idea. The green and white has been overloading the city for weeks.
EDIT: Alouettes win Grey Cup on last-second field goal
9:40 p.m. The Alouettes manage to make the two-and-out defensive stop and will have the ball and solid field position. A field goal could win it.
9:43 p.m. Larry Taylor fumbles on the punt return but the Als recover. Still, they lose valuable field position with 40 seconds left in the game. Calvillo throws it away on first down.
9:49 p.m. Kerry Watkins gets the ball into field goal position and Duval gets a chance to kick for the win. On the first attempt, which goes wide, flags fly everywhere. Riders have too many men on the field! Ten-yard penalty and Duval gets another shot. The second attempt is good! And it's over over! The Montreal Alouettes complete an improbable comeback thanks to a too many men penalty. The Montreal Alouettes take the Grey Cup 28-27!
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Last night I had a dream. It starts out in a classroom in my elementary school, only it's high school. We're taking a science class, and the question in the book involves finding what 4 minus the square root of deer is. We all had to draw deer in our equation. In any case, I guess I was talking really loudly, and an old friend of mine chucked a horseshoe at my neck. My head hit the desk and I felt so much pain. 'Jesus, what the hell was that for?'
'You didn't shut up! You didn't notice when I did it yesterday.'
WTF she did his yesterday? 'I have no recollection of that. Why didn't you just telll me to shut up? Crap, I'm getting a huge welt!'
The teacher doesn't much care about it, agreeing that I didn't notice it the day before. The welt gets huge. Later on, I'm walking in some sort of common area when I feel very faint and hit the floor. Nobody jumps to help. Instead, I hear a basketball bouncing. Finally someone comes, and puts me into a too-small sleeping bag and drags me off. The end.
Christmas in the mall blows ass. I'm so behind on shopping. I've been avoiding the bar. Yay.feels like:  thoughtful |
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 @ 10:58 pm
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Surgery went well. I was admitted into hospital at 12:00pm. Was quickly ushered to the waiting room on the Day Surgery ward. There were about 10 other people there. I guess there were more patients than there were beds available. Found out that my surgery was scheduled for 3:00pm. I was a little worried about that, because I had not eaten since 12:00am that night. I didn't have an IV, or anything else in me, and if my surgery had been at 3:00pm, that would have meant no fluids or solids for 15 hours. Luckily, I went into surgery at 1:30-ish. Love my 'take-no-prisoners' surgeon who had the time, and dammit he was going to do surgery at that time. Prior to getting to the hospital, I had laundered my housecoat and slippers, not wanting to solely rely on the hospital apparel, as most of us know how comfortable and functional their garments are. I walked down to surgery, with an orderly, and then promptly had my visit with the anesthetist, and my surgeon. He marked up the leg he would be operating on (with permanent marker that is still on my leg). I walked into surgery, all the OR staff cooed and commented about my back tattoo. Then I got onto the table, got strapped down, had an IV put in. I really wanted to be conscious of the drifting into unconscious aspect of surgery, but I think I was over analyzing the experience, because I woke up in recovery. I remembered what my surgeon had told me! Unlike the last time. When I was wheeled back to my bed, C wasn't there yet. I got settled into the bed, dozed off for a bit, and woke up with a fright with C coming into the room. Some how, now matter where I am, I wake up in a fright when he walks in. That is unless he tells me he is walking in at the time, which I guess he did, but I didn't remember. I had been given Morphine, and was groggy as hell. It pretty much felt as though I was severely intoxicated. I'm not a fan of being in that state, and was wanting to transition out of this phase ASAP. C stayed with my Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and today until 11:00am-ish. He is an amazing man. He helped me with so many different things. From helping me sit on the toilet, putting my socks on , to giving me shit when I was doing too much. I really don't know what I would have done, so that I was still in my place, in a good head space, and still felt independent. We rented a wheelchair for the week, so that I can get around with the least amount of trauma to my knee. We went to the movie "UP" at rainbow. I cried, and he cried in some parts as well. It is such a beautiful movie! Oh! Saturday/Sunday night/morning I got up to go and use the washroom, and I walked right into a wall! I have been navigating my space for the past 4 years, and now was the time where I walked myself into a wall. Nothing was injured but my pride. I swore some great words, and C just slept through the entire thing. I told him about it the next morning, he couldn't believe it either.
Anyway, am heading to bed, taking some painkillers. And then I'm going to work in the morning.
Have a good one.
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It's been about three weeks since I started T.
Noticeable changes:
More hair
More sensitivity in a certain place
More Energy and waking up earlier in the morning
Sleeping better
Slightly more acne.
Some minor weight loss/redistribution of weight
voice is somewhat deeper but not overly. It's more difficult to speak at my normal tone.
I decided to take a 1/2 CC every other week making my third T shot due on Dec 1st.
I see Dr. Farrell this Sat at 1 pm and I'm sure she's going to be asking me a ton of things.
Besides T - MWTC is in full force. My contest went really well 38 towers about half of what we had last year but much more manageable.
I was in Miami this past weekend helping Region VII with their contest. It went super well - they had 8 towers and tons of volunteers!
I also helped out with Region III's contest in Orlando - they had 4 towers and it was so much fun.
I was nominated for the Young Professional of the Year Award for FSAWWA and I think I won. Helen (VP of our office) told me I have to go to the awards lunch at the conference so I must have won something. The conf. starts the Sunday after thanksgiving until that following Wed so I will be in Orlando that whole time staffing the MWTC booth and attending meetings and such.
The last MWTC is Dec 5 in Gainesville in Region XI. One of my personal favs.
Other then that.. nothing major. Work, MWTC, work repeat!
I will be having top surgery in the next few months as soon as I find the person I want to work on my chest.
Oh I order a binder... that will hopefully be more comfy and fitting so my boobs won't show as much. It was only 30 bucks! yay!
I will try to update more often.feels like:  bouncy sounds like: Jay Sean - Down Down Down Down Down |
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Just as I was thinking about her, I found a birthday CD Bianca made me for one of those birthdays I had. After ten or so birthday songs, it broke into love ballads, shit from the 90s, and some random bad stuff. She made me several CDs over the years, and I pretty much never listened to them. Usually this had to do with her writing 'THIS IS A BAD CD' on it. This one is no exception.
Sigh. I'll think I'm done grieving and then I'm totally not. If I haven't said it already, losing Dad was the hardest thing ever, but losing Bianca almost trumps it. I certainly feel as sad as I did. I feel sad about Dad because he's my Daddy. I feel sad about Bianca because she was the friend who was there the most when Dad let me down. She and him had the same birthday, and we agreed that October 3rd was much better spent celebrating her than him. I eventually stopped writing his birthday on my calendar in favour of hers alone.
I wonder if she ever listened to the CDs that I made her. Whatever I put on them, they probably sucked.feels like: thoughtful |
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OMG WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK OF NEW MOON??
I'm ashamed to admit I actually liked it. But given that I've always thought Jacob was a vastly more interesting character than Edward, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It's just such a boring book (in my opinion), I'm surprised it translated so well to the screen. ALSO, MAN, WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME DAKOTA FANNING PLAYS JANE??? BECAUSE I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT.
MY REVIEW OF THE MOVIE: Edward is still boring, his relationship with Bella is still boring and overdramatic, Jacob has a nice set of abs (is he legal?), I heart when Charlie is awkwardly confused by how to raise Bella, and Dakota Fanning is the most kick ass vampire in the entire series so far, can we have a Jane spin off movie?
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If anyone has been keeping track of my Twitter or Facebook, they'll know I have the flu for the second time this season. Fuck you, flu shot! I will never surrender! I haven't been at work since Tuesday which means my party days are numbered. Right now my temperature is normal, but my breathing feels laboured in my left lung and my cough is amazingly rough. I'll see a doctor if it gets worse. For now I've been able to shower. I don't remember anything since Tuesday afternoon when I fell into bed and declared defeat. I've slept so much but feel on track. WTF. I hope to go to work tomorrow.
NEW MOON TONIGHT. Once again I will be pairing up with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) eatmyphotons for some drunken trolling, though I doubt I'll need much booze to make me any more fucked up than I already am.
New Moon Fanart by ~AnimeVampireLuvver on deviantART
If any gross people try to sit by us I'll cough a bunch and say it's my H1N1 acting up. If this is the second flu I've had, chances are H1N1 was one of them, if not this one, then the last. I probably deserve it for what an asshole I am. The flu sucks so hard, but having Norwalk that one year was the worst, so I'm not as bothered as I probably should be. I just can't really stand for long periods of time. Food has no flavour. My cat has no patience.
EDIT: Going to the clinic.
Next on my Bucket List.. by ~ALDONCULOUS-CAT on deviantART
WOOO NEW MOON. TEAM CHARLIE.feels like:  sick |
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so. I've come back to the land of LJ. I find that I miss posting here - and not being able to write my thoughts.
I will update later as to what I've been up to in the last 2 years. Till then.feels like:  cold |
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Nov. 17th, 2009 @ 09:53 pm
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I am in the midst of packing/purging, applying for Korea, preparing to move, preparing for my In-suite Garage Sale (Saturday the 28th 12pm-5pm, contact me if you need my address), my Mother going for major surgery in two weeks time, and now I am going for knee surgery in three days. I found out yesterday. This throws a medium size kink into my plans, but meh, I'm done trying to control the Universe. If she says that I'm going for knee surgery, I am. I have been doing weekly lists for myself, so that this transition/move isn't so overwhelming. Oh, also, my vehicle is in the shop, and will be until the end of this week, and possibly into next week. (Who likes a challenge? Sail_i_do does!) I've been using the bus since the 10th, and plan on using it up until my surgery. After the surgery, I plan on being a gymp for a wee bit, and then returning to my glorious ability to use my knee properly. What is the problem to the knee? I have a piece of cartilage floating around in my knee with a piece of bone attached to it. Sometimes it doesn't make my knee feel so good and in place, and other times it is just gravy. So why not, when I'm in Canada get it done? Doesn't cost me a penny, the wait time was just under two months, I'm happy. |
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