Traveling Thoughts

It started as a pain.  A pain at the end of my tail bone.  In fact, last Thursday when it started, I thought it was my tail bone.  But then it got worse, and by Tuesday night, you could feel a very small growth.  It had been growing ever since.  By Thursday night, I was incapacitated.  It hurt to sit, stand, lay, walk.  Friday things worsened, Vicodin only put a small dent in the pain.  The bump was increasingly getting larger.  Friday afternoon, I told my mom I was growing a tail.  But actually, the whole tail business started earlier in the day at work.  I had told my supervisor that I was evolving and growing a tail, she said if I was growing a tail that I was actually devolving.  Another collegue commented that I was like Hellboy, I don’t know much about Hellboy, but she implied that his tail started as a pain as well.

I just love Professor Jim.  He’s my finance professor.

Next Thursday is our first test.  He told us today not to stress over it because, and I quote:

“The day after the test, you will still wake up in the morning, the sun will still be shining, the little birdies will still sing and God will still love you.”

Always on a quest for Prince Charming, when I found this frog, I couldn’t help but dress up and play princess.  Sadly, I had to release him into the garden for he did not turn into a prince.

No worries, no frogs were harmed in the taking of this picture.  just maybe slightly traumatized by being kissed by a human.

but you have to wonder how true that statement is.

My sister is miserable and she’s pretty much dirt poor.  She refuses to work, her husband works to pay all their bills and whatnot.  In an act of stupidity they refinanced their house and took out all the equity.  They came into some amount of money from their blantant act of stupidity and it was apparently enough for them to take the honeymoon that “they deserve”.  If she had gotten married properly and perhaps spent some time working they could’ve gone on a honeymoon when they got married almost three years ago.  Or it could be argued that they had their honeymoon when they eloped in Vegas, but those are conversations for another day.

So, right now, they’re on their “deserved” honeymoon at the happiest place on earth.  She calls me today, because being not smart with her cash she wants to get me something.  That’s very nice of her considering that we hate each other’s guts, but not necessary.  I tell her that but in a much nicer way, it was more like “you really don’t have to buy me anything, a postcard will do.”  She’d already sent the postcard.  But here’s the kicker, at the end of the conversation, that we hadn’t fought through, she said she loved me, and I politely responded that I loved her too, but that’s not the point.

The point is, we absolutely hate each other.  We love to hate each other, we probably couldn’t handle it any other way.  We are constantly in a fight.  We’re both control freaks and each of us always thinks we’re right.  Of course we also always think that the other one is always wrong, but that’s implied isn’t it.

And now we get to the part where money can buy happiness.  She’s never nice to me (even on holidays).  Never ever nice to me.  Two unusual, yet nice things, happened today:

 1) she wanted to buy me something from Disneyland (not like I haven’t ever been there before)
 2) she said she loved me

My sister is happy (and that too, is an usual thing).

And if someone wants to argue that money can’t buy happiness, they can.  And in that case, it may not be able to buy happiness but it can buy you a trip to the happiest place on earth. 

But I would have to argue that since my sister never has money, and now she does, and that she’s usually a very unhappy little brat, and now she’s happy, that money can buy happiness.

Today be TLAPD, Talk Like A Pirate Day! Argh!

I remember bein’ a kid, at Disneyland, Pirates o’ t’ Caribbean bein’ one o’ me favorite rides.

I didn’t know much about pirates aft then, but I thought they were cool. As I learned about pirates through books like ‘Treaaye Island’ I thought it would be cool t’ be a pirate. Sailin’ t’ high seas, travelin’ from one island t’ another. Causin’ trouble wherever it was necessary. Aye, I could have easily lived as a pirate.”

I’m toying with a new concept for my site and one of the things I’m going to do is put meebo on it.  I’m very excited to give the ability for visitors to chat with me if they’d like.  When this gets released, besides being in the beta stage on the new mockup, it will be the first time that my readers can communicate with me.

As I’ve said, this is only a mock up, but if you’d like to test it out, you can do so here. 

There’s all kinds of uses for it, kids are giving their parents html files with this embedded into them so that the parents can communicate with them, professors are using it to communicate with their students, teachers are using it to communicate with students/parents.  It’s a nice little toy to have on a website.

If you’d like one on your site, it’s simple.  Just go to Meebo Me, and follow the instructions.  It’s three simple steps and it gives you another way to communicate with your readers.

What could be more exciting than that?

I get home from the JDRF walk and near my frontdoor, is this:

It looks to me like a roach.  A very bad thing to see anywhere, especially at my home.  They’re damn near impossible to get rid of.  If there were a WWIII and everything else died of nuclear poisoning, the roaches would survive.

Just to make sure that he was a roach, I flipped him over.

His head is facing left, and I’m pretty damn sure that he’s a roach, he’s even got wings. 

To make it worse, unless he was imported to our front door, where you see one, there are hundreds hiding…I fully expect a full out war between the roaches and my family to ensue very soon…

I’ve had diabetes for 14 years now.  I was diagnosed at age 11.  In those 14 years, I’ve done a below par job of taking care of myself.  Every year now for the past couple years, I’ve gotten an email from friends asking for support to find a cure for the awful disease that I have.  I’ve always been willing to donate funds, but I’d never walked.

This year however, I walked, I didn’t donate, I asked people to donate for me.  I don’t know how the JDRF (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation) ranks success on such events, but there were close to 3000 people walking (or so I heard).  And it was fun.  It was cool to see that there are things being done to find a cure. 

From this point forward, I will participate each year in this walk, if not for me, then for future generations.  Diabetes is no fun, and I realize that there are worse off things in the world that I could be cursed with, but I would never wish diabetes on anyone, especially the little kids that come down with it at young ages (birth to 2 years)…I hear we’re close to a cure, I’m going to help find it, even if it’s just a little chump change from some big company’s pocket, or the donations from friends and families…

3 months ago, our commuter train began running. 

I’ve never ridden a train before but I’ve always wanted to, so today instead of getting on Bus 92 (the bus I take from the mall to school).  I got on the rapid ride bus that took me to the train station and the train took me to the rio rancho bus that takes me back to the mall.

I felt like a little kid at Disneyland.  Just now tall enough to ride the ride that I’ve been waiting for, for several years now.  Standing in line with mommy waiting to get on the ride and go for the ride of my life.

I stepped on the train and like the kid that I am deep inside I went to the upper level.  The ride was only 10 minutes long, but the entire time I was so excited, looking out the window, noticing how fast we were going and when we were slowing down. 

The bus is free right now, so the ride was worth it, and the line wasn’t that long so I didn’t have to wait long to get on the train.  I didn’t have to fight for that prime seat up front, I was welcome to any seat I wanted…

It was almost as good of a thrill as disneyland.

*in the ER* 

No, I’m not a licensed doctor, I don’t even have anything close to a PhD (I’m still working on my bachelors, and it doesn’t even come close to putting me in the position of a physcian).  However, this evening, I performed a very delicate surgery.  I moved my website from MediaGroup1 to Evolution Inter.net.  This was far from an easy task.  Just like a surgery, I had to have an action plan and a backup plan, just incase during the transplant, the site bled out on either one host or the other. 

*in the recovery room*

Surgery went well and travelingthoughts is resting comfortably at this time.  He went in at 7:55 and came out at 8:51.  After about an hour in the recovery room, as the doctor, I can say that the procedure went went far better than when Dr. Markus did a similar procedure last week.  Due to the complications he encountered, a few steps in the process were tweaked and we’ve come out on top.  Travelingthoughts can be discharged upon my leaving the room. 

No rehab or therapy is necessary and normal functionality should be begining *looks at watch* about an hour ago. 

A follow-up is probably a good idea though, so please make an appointment with my secretary for sometime in the next few days so that we may make sure that all organs are properly functioning.