Tabloid Life

Dec 22, 2003 | This Life

Tabloid Life

Well… I’m still working on my tabloid version of the year. It will probably be mailed out as a New Year’s greeting… since I’m not going to make it by the Christmas deadline. This is not such a bad thing, as Christmas is bound to provide additional material. Besides, it’s probably not a brilliant idea to send out such an irreverent piece for a day that is supposed to mark the birth of our Savior. Tsk tsk… many years in purgatory for that, I’m sure. Anyhow… New Year’s it will be.

However, Santa has been notified of your pathetic commenting (or lack there of) during my computer induced malaise and he has advised me that you will be getting COAL for Christmas. So, Pfffft! It’s still undecided if you will be allowed to read my Tabloid Manifesto. (worthless readers… ach!)

All That Ails You.

Technically… my computer is up and running… Lindows no less. There had been network issues with the new OS– for some reason the server was being obstinant and refusing to recognize my E1… so IZ created a work-around. He bought a new computer… YEAH for me. I would LOVE to give the poor boy credit, since he has been up to 3am for the past week trying to solve this little crisis of his own making. But alas… that requires some grace on my part. I’m trying to be cheritable… I certainly am… but it’s hard when the boy erased my favorite list. He can’t “find” it. BAH! That’s years of surfing, link upon link… MIA. S i g h. The new system is a major upgrade (almost anything is over that stupid E1)–now I just have to get up to speed in the new OS environment.

I am a bit peeved about the Favorite list. However, I’m too damn tired to give him any more grief over it. I’ve exhausted my use of the F word on the subject already. Got a memo from Santa this morning suggesting I find another colorful metaphor or else he would introduce me to his own four-letter word: COAL. A girl can take a hint.

White Christmas???

Rumor has it, there will be snow on Mt. Tam Christmas morning. (For those of you who have snow, and in abundance… SHUT IT. I don’t need to hear all about your white Christmas… and stop that laughing, too… I can hear you!) If that is the case, I think I will drag the little man out and up the hill to see what we can see! Woohoo. I’m praying for snow. Also a four letter word!

Blessings

Have a lovely holiday… thanks for all your posting and even for the lurking. I hope your find what you are looking for under the tree this year… and in life. I’m sure I will post again before the big day, but just in case… Blessings.

Revenge of the Nerds

Dec 15, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up

Revenge of the Nerds

So, I am going to be down a few because my lovely sys-op is working on installing Linux on my system. Why, I have NO idea,  considering my computer is “learning challenged” to begin with. IZ mumbled something about “sticking it to the MAN” and then I heard evil chortling about how he is making Microsoft pay for Lindows. Whatever. I’ll explain later when I actually can type from my own computer. It may be warped, but it’s mine. A hard-drive only a mother could love. (that’s soooo wrong) In the mean-time… I’ve told my beloved computer boy, “No SOUP for you” until he gets me online. I’m going to resist to pun terribly here.  You do the linguistics. (think… On and Online,  for those of you who also find yourselves a bit “challenged”) Not like I will follow through. I’m so easy. However, I have stolen his keyboard and have sent him the following email:

Dear Object of My Affection:
Get me back online NOW or the your Keyboard gets it.
Yours. . .

Ok… enough about my computer. *wink* *wink*.

In other news… how about that Saddam? Ok, that’s all I have to say about that. Really. That’s it.

Party for small child is done… which makes it a success in my book. Whew. Now all I have left to do is crank out the Christmas Cards. In a fit of pure evilness, IZ and I have decided to send out a “tabloid” version of our lives this year. Which, if you are really really good (that means you leave comments…again, for those of you who are challenged) I will post it online later this week.

OKIES… off I go. Be good. Not too good… but good enough.
*poof*–Wende

What’s in Your Diet?

Dec 12, 2003 | This Life

What’s in your Diet?

This semester is officially done. Looking back over the past three days I’ve consumed the following:

8 cups of coffee
3 Mochas
4 Christmas cookies
6 Danish short bread cookies
A Hand-full of miniature chocolate bars
Half of a lemon scone
At least 8-10 water bottles: the water. The bottles I recycled.
A mini banana in class that my professor brought
Vanilla Coke… lots and lots of Coke.
6 oz. of Asian Pear Juice
3 glasses of Milk
Several slices of French bread with Cream Cheese.
And I think I ate dinner one night. Maybe.

This might explain why I’m ravenous. Heh. Is this where the scary men dressed in armor on horseback invade my kitchen?

Done

Dec 11, 2003 | This Life

Happy Dance

DONE! Woohoo. More later.

Magic

Dec 10, 2003 | This Life

Magic?

Why are sack lunches so dreadful? Something must happen between the time I pack my lunch and the time I eat it at work.

Breathing in I Calm My Body

Dec 8, 2003 | This Life

Breathing in I calm my body. . .

More like… gasp in pain. Which is why I finally dragged myself all the way to Petaluma today to see my Physician. Only, she couldn’t see me until tomorrow, so I ended up with an NP and that was just fine. Turns out, the little bug I had over the Holiday triggered not bronchitis, but an asthma attack. So, I dropped my $25 bucks and walked out with a shiny new inhaler. But of course, there’s always a hitch, isn’t there?

Enter the world of QVAR. A lovely little steroid concoction that “prevents” asthma attacks… but does not treat the attack I apparently am having at the moment. Hmmmm. In a funny twist of fate (ha ha, that’s me not laughing) I’m far too sensitive to drugs, so I can’t be put on the Albuterol, which would immediately open my lungs and give me a case of serious “jitters.” Yeah, that’s a combination we try to avoid: Wende and Jittering. Especially during finals week.

I know… ASTHMA. Sheesh. However, have no fear. This “attack” was brought on by the cold I had. It, as the Nurse Practitioner was keen to point out, “Does not mean you are an asthmatic!” She delivered that line like it was bad news. Do I have Hypochondriac tattooed on my forehead? She hardly skipped a beat in the sarcasm department when I failed to inflate the Peak Flow Meter past 200. “What? That’s it? Even I can get it to 450 and I have a cold.” Just call me wussy girl.

At least the Pharmaceutical consult was entertaining. (I’m betting she side-lines as an Advertising Fast Talker.) In 60 seconds flat the pharmacist managed to explain how to use the drug, all known side-effects, and got in a jab about the effective “use” of a preventative drug without treating the current attack. I just smiled and nodded. It’s best that way. Really… it is.

So, in two weeks or so I should be asthma free. Until then, my little lungs will just have to wait to find some relief. But  at least I know I’m preventing an additional attack of viral induced asthma. Did it escape your notice that not getting another cold could also be called preventative? Heh. I love modern medicine.