Monday, November 5, 2007
Prisoner Patterns
You've heard of the Filipino prisoners that dance to Thriller, right? Well, apparently there's some other things that they've danced to. This one was just mesmerizing. It's called the algorithm march, which I'd never heard of before. Apparently they set a world record for the most people doing it at once. The video's dull at first, but you have to watch it to understand how cool it is at the end. Watch It!
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Updates on Stuff
I guess I forgot to include updates on some stuff ...
My tootsies are feeling much better. They are still healing and look a bit funky. I may be making an appointment to make sure they're healing right, because I'm not sure.
I've spotted some Daewoos since the last one posted, but recently there's been a dry spell. I haven't checked yet, but I think that one of them was a duplicate.
I'm doing my laundry after ... I think almost 3 weeks. It was pretty amazing how long I went without washing stuff. Well, I did do a load of my delicates once in between --- mostly my skirts for school.
I have a pair of jeans to hem as well as two pairs of pants. I've had the pants since mid-August and haven't hemmed them yet. I hate hemming stuff because I'm so afraid that I'll get it wrong. I'm looking into taking them somewhere to be hemmed. Eck.
Sarah and I recently became charter members of the SARCRASA (Sarah and Rachel Cat Rescue Association of San Antonio). We've pretty much adopted Sam, the orange kitty who we were feeding and subsequently caught last spring/summer. He's doing really well and is such a sweetie.
Yesterday when Sarah and I were arriving home from shopping, we noticed a black and white cat sniffing around our front door and car-port. Upon calling the requisite "Here, kitty kitty", she came right up to each of us. I told Sarah that I thought she'd let me pick her up. So I did. Now we have a kitty living in my room. We call her "our guest" so we don't get attached. We have to keep her separated from the other cats because she hisses at them rather enthusiastically when she sees them. When Baxter and I were at the vet today (long story), I asked if he knew anyone who wanted a cat. Short answer is no, and it's probably not going to happen any time soon. Ack. Found cat posters will be going up tomorrow morning and Sarah and I are going to advertise her at work. I'm going to try to con Mom and Dad into helping us. Six cats is WAY too much. I'd miss Sam, but I think we have too many cats.
Last thing -- my car is in the shop. Again. It barely cranks and won't start. If I'm lucky, it'll be the battery. If not lucky, it's the alternator or some other expensive part of the car that I'm not familiar with. Arg.
The good news in my life is that I'm going to the San Antonio Temple on 11/16 to recieve my endowment. If anything else positive happens, I'll let you know.
My tootsies are feeling much better. They are still healing and look a bit funky. I may be making an appointment to make sure they're healing right, because I'm not sure.
I've spotted some Daewoos since the last one posted, but recently there's been a dry spell. I haven't checked yet, but I think that one of them was a duplicate.
I'm doing my laundry after ... I think almost 3 weeks. It was pretty amazing how long I went without washing stuff. Well, I did do a load of my delicates once in between --- mostly my skirts for school.
I have a pair of jeans to hem as well as two pairs of pants. I've had the pants since mid-August and haven't hemmed them yet. I hate hemming stuff because I'm so afraid that I'll get it wrong. I'm looking into taking them somewhere to be hemmed. Eck.
Sarah and I recently became charter members of the SARCRASA (Sarah and Rachel Cat Rescue Association of San Antonio). We've pretty much adopted Sam, the orange kitty who we were feeding and subsequently caught last spring/summer. He's doing really well and is such a sweetie.
Yesterday when Sarah and I were arriving home from shopping, we noticed a black and white cat sniffing around our front door and car-port. Upon calling the requisite "Here, kitty kitty", she came right up to each of us. I told Sarah that I thought she'd let me pick her up. So I did. Now we have a kitty living in my room. We call her "our guest" so we don't get attached. We have to keep her separated from the other cats because she hisses at them rather enthusiastically when she sees them. When Baxter and I were at the vet today (long story), I asked if he knew anyone who wanted a cat. Short answer is no, and it's probably not going to happen any time soon. Ack. Found cat posters will be going up tomorrow morning and Sarah and I are going to advertise her at work. I'm going to try to con Mom and Dad into helping us. Six cats is WAY too much. I'd miss Sam, but I think we have too many cats.
Last thing -- my car is in the shop. Again. It barely cranks and won't start. If I'm lucky, it'll be the battery. If not lucky, it's the alternator or some other expensive part of the car that I'm not familiar with. Arg.
The good news in my life is that I'm going to the San Antonio Temple on 11/16 to recieve my endowment. If anything else positive happens, I'll let you know.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Had to blog
You *have* to check this out ... http://www.insideout-acappella.com/home.html
This a cappella group is hilarious! I just bought their most recent album on iTunes and I'm seriously thinking of ordering some of their olds CDs.
Hopefully I'll get more of a chance to blog later on. Currently I'm pulling an all-night grade-a-thon.
Tomorrow's gonna be fun.
This a cappella group is hilarious! I just bought their most recent album on iTunes and I'm seriously thinking of ordering some of their olds CDs.
Hopefully I'll get more of a chance to blog later on. Currently I'm pulling an all-night grade-a-thon.
Tomorrow's gonna be fun.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
My Poor Little Tootsies
I had my toe surgery last Friday. They still hurt.
***WARNING: Gross stuff ahead***
I've had a problem with ingrown toenails on both sides of both big toes since I was in my early teens. However, my oldest sister went through you-know-where to get hers taken care of. Hence I have avoided a permanent solution to the problem for a long time, often resorting to what they call "bathroom surgery" (not pretty).
It got so bad lately that I was having a hard time standing up at work. Teaching kinda requires standing up for a bit. I finally got the guts up to go to the podiatrist.
He looked around and did some minor nail trimming. The bad news was that the problem was only going to be fixed if he basically removed part of my toenail on the right side of my left toe. I was scared and he knew it, so I didn't have to make an appointment then. When I did, I got a little prescription for valium to calm me down.
I had to take one to sleep the night before and two before the appointment.
My toes had just gotten worse, so he ended up removing portions of both sides of my left big toenail and one side of my right big toenail. My mom drove me to the appointment and I asked her to come into the room with me for moral support. She's a medical type too, so I'm sure she was curious. The worst part of the actual "procedure" was the shots to numb me up. Didn't watch at first, but when I realized that it wasn't going to hurt, I didn't mind as much. It was like it wasn't happening to me. Blood doesn't really bother me, either. He actually used a tourniquet on my toes. Heh. Odd how something like that could amuse me.
It hurt like blazes after the numbing agent wore off, but the darvocet helped. I basically spent the whole weekend on the couch with my feet up. I didn't even sleep in my bed because it's a loft and I was afraid I'd hit my toes going up and down the ladder.
*** End Gross Stuff ***
I'm mostly off the darvocet and onto advil now. When my toes are hurting, I walk like a penguin -- a big fat emperor penguin. I think I'm even the right height.
I'm sleeping in my own bed, but I have to keep the covers off the toes. I have to wear open-toed shoes and I'm terrified someone will step on my toes in a crowd. Then there's the daily soak in epsom salt and the bandage changes. Honestly, I think they look funny wrapped up --- like teenie casts for your tootsies.
If this works, it will be well worth it. I'd rather be in somewhat more pain for a little while than in lesser pain constantly. If it doesn't work, there may be a podiatrist reported missing.
***WARNING: Gross stuff ahead***
I've had a problem with ingrown toenails on both sides of both big toes since I was in my early teens. However, my oldest sister went through you-know-where to get hers taken care of. Hence I have avoided a permanent solution to the problem for a long time, often resorting to what they call "bathroom surgery" (not pretty).
It got so bad lately that I was having a hard time standing up at work. Teaching kinda requires standing up for a bit. I finally got the guts up to go to the podiatrist.
He looked around and did some minor nail trimming. The bad news was that the problem was only going to be fixed if he basically removed part of my toenail on the right side of my left toe. I was scared and he knew it, so I didn't have to make an appointment then. When I did, I got a little prescription for valium to calm me down.
I had to take one to sleep the night before and two before the appointment.
My toes had just gotten worse, so he ended up removing portions of both sides of my left big toenail and one side of my right big toenail. My mom drove me to the appointment and I asked her to come into the room with me for moral support. She's a medical type too, so I'm sure she was curious. The worst part of the actual "procedure" was the shots to numb me up. Didn't watch at first, but when I realized that it wasn't going to hurt, I didn't mind as much. It was like it wasn't happening to me. Blood doesn't really bother me, either. He actually used a tourniquet on my toes. Heh. Odd how something like that could amuse me.
It hurt like blazes after the numbing agent wore off, but the darvocet helped. I basically spent the whole weekend on the couch with my feet up. I didn't even sleep in my bed because it's a loft and I was afraid I'd hit my toes going up and down the ladder.
*** End Gross Stuff ***
I'm mostly off the darvocet and onto advil now. When my toes are hurting, I walk like a penguin -- a big fat emperor penguin. I think I'm even the right height.
I'm sleeping in my own bed, but I have to keep the covers off the toes. I have to wear open-toed shoes and I'm terrified someone will step on my toes in a crowd. Then there's the daily soak in epsom salt and the bandage changes. Honestly, I think they look funny wrapped up --- like teenie casts for your tootsies.
If this works, it will be well worth it. I'd rather be in somewhat more pain for a little while than in lesser pain constantly. If it doesn't work, there may be a podiatrist reported missing.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Dead to the World
You may have noticed that I haven't been posting. That would be because most of my waking hours for the last ... 2 months? ... have been spent preparing for, beginning, and still setting up for school.
Good news is there are a lot of kids that signed up for Computer Science. The bad news is that a lot of kids signed up for Computer Science. Apparently the counselors don't realize that you can't teach programming to a class of 31 if you have 25 computers. Thank goodness that got fixed quickly once we found out about it.
I've had a couple of Daewoo spottings that I will post eventually. Right now, you're lucky to even get a few paragraphs from me.
Events in the near future: Toe surgery, Niece's baptism, then off to Utah for Thanksgiving. Except for the first one, I'm rather excited.
Dangit ... forgot to call my niece again for her birthday.
Rebecca --- pass this on until I remember to call: HI MORGAN! I love you! Happy 8th birthday. I'm really excited to see you next weekend. Love you bunches, Aunt Rachel.
(Now the world knows too much about me. I'm gonna get a stalker soon.)
Good news is there are a lot of kids that signed up for Computer Science. The bad news is that a lot of kids signed up for Computer Science. Apparently the counselors don't realize that you can't teach programming to a class of 31 if you have 25 computers. Thank goodness that got fixed quickly once we found out about it.
I've had a couple of Daewoo spottings that I will post eventually. Right now, you're lucky to even get a few paragraphs from me.
Events in the near future: Toe surgery, Niece's baptism, then off to Utah for Thanksgiving. Except for the first one, I'm rather excited.
Dangit ... forgot to call my niece again for her birthday.
Rebecca --- pass this on until I remember to call: HI MORGAN! I love you! Happy 8th birthday. I'm really excited to see you next weekend. Love you bunches, Aunt Rachel.
(Now the world knows too much about me. I'm gonna get a stalker soon.)
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