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|Thursday, January 24th, 2013|
I am so sorry to say talula728
wrote that her sister valerie_z
is in the hospital and not expected to make it. Her brain swelled from a drug interaction, and there is no brain activity. I'm posting this on the off chance some of her friends haven't heard. Talula is also looking for help in accessing Valerie's livejournal account. For more information go to Talula's livejournal.
|Thursday, June 18th, 2009|
Here's my husband's first post: antman99
|Sunday, June 8th, 2008|
|Saturday, August 28th, 2004|
Day one of Slayercon over. ( Read more...Collapse )
We're going in a little later today, thank God. I was exhausted yesterday. All that waiting around is tiring. We had to get to Oakland at 10:30 for the Staff Meeting, then nothing really happened 'til 3:00. We were going to see "Stunt C*cks," James Leary's short film on the Porn industry, but he had a commercial to shoot and didn't come. Maybe today he'll be here. I'd love to see that movie.
|Thursday, May 20th, 2004|
|Not Fade Away
Ok, updating. I was never going to write in this but I guess I'll try again.
I loved Angel. Let's see if I can cut: ( ...Collapse )
All-in-all, a great ending to a great show.
|Friday, August 15th, 2003|
|Monday, July 21st, 2003|
God, it's been a long time since I've posted. And I should have during the whole Harry Potter flurry, since I work in a bookstore. I ended up working on the 21st, and pretty much sold books all day. I work in the Children's department too, so I shelve Harry Potter a lot too.
Ummm..I'm taking guitar lessons. Just through a community education class. It's lots of fun. I took guitar when I was 12, but didn't learn anything. Except this one strum which I remembered: down down up...up down up. My fingers are getting nice and calloused and I hove longer nails on my right hand than my left. Right hand for picking, left for holding down the strings.
I've been reading some of the Vulcon reports. Reading about James live makes me feel kinda funny. Like he always seems so nice and genuine, it makes me sad that I don't know him. This is the most obsessed I've been about anyone. Even when I was a teenager. I blame the internet. There was only so much access to stars when I was a teen. The teenybopper magazines, American Bandstand, that was kind of it. Now there's all kinds of shows, MTV, Entertainment Tonight, etc, but especially the internet. I think not only reading, but writing about James increases the obsession. But, I figure, I'm still on the healthy side of obsession. I'm not planning on moving to L.A. to be near James. I don't think he's my husband. You won't hear about me breaking into his apartment. I'm just an admirer from afar.
|Monday, June 16th, 2003|
I got screwed, and not in a good way. A few weeks ago I got rear ended in a parking lot. I was backing out, but then I stopped a Land Rover (of course) go by. Then he backed up ( I was still stopped!) and backed into me. He was such a jerk. He gestures to his car and says "I'm not going to report this to the insurance company." He also recommended a body shop. I got home and called my insurance co. and he gets all upset:"I told you I didn't want to do this through to insurance company." He wanted to go half and half on repairs. Of course, his boat only had a broken tail light. He said " I don't want to be a jerk....and I'm sure you don't either." To which I said nothing. I've never had to declare my intention not to be a jerk, because...hey, I'm not! Anyway, he called his company for "information purposes" and they told us to get an estimate at their recommended place and the place would take pictures and the insurance co could determine liability. We get a letter today stating they determined the accident was all *my* fault. When we called the guy, he refused to pay for anything, saying he was willing to negotiate, but I insisted on going through insurance. We have no real recourse through our insurance because we don't have comprehensive on our car (it's 23 years old!). We called the appeal agency, and they can only investigate the methods the other company used to determine liability. Our only recourse is through small claims court. We'll go there because I want to have done everything I can before we have to pay ourselves. We didn't have the money to pay for half the repairs in the first place! My only consolation is when that guy goes to a 12 step program (and he will... oh yes, he will), he'll have to call us and apologize and make financial restitution. I can wait.
I other news, Joann and the baby came home today. I'll call her, but I bet she has so many visitors. Tyler had a website: http://www.tylerjames.net/home.html
if anyone's interested. Current Mood: angry
|Sunday, June 15th, 2003|
|third time's the charm
Haven't updated in a while. Had a wonky keyboard, got a new one, son spilled milk on it, had a wonky keyboard. We just got a new ergonomic keyboard. Nice! It's hard to get used to though.
Operation news. I was on the table, wires up to my heart, echosonogram wire down my throat, and they saw blood around my heart and had to abort the mission. I heard "abort" and yelled "brrrt! wha u mea brrt!" So, I had to stay over night in the hospital as if I had the operation, and lie perfectly flat for 6 hours. New procedure planned for July 29th. Hopefully, it'll work this time.
Father's day. We went to Anthony's mom's for lunch. I can only take it for a while. She is so jittery and anxious, I can't relax. She wants the kids to sit still and talk to her--translate to listen to her talk about giving birth to their father. So they listen for a while then leave, and she yells "nice talking to you!" like they could get a word in edgewise.
Oh, speaking of giving birth, my sister just had a baby on Thursday! My first sibling to have a child! Boy, she had a rough time. 19 hours of labor, then a c-section. The baby was too big to fit through her pelvis. With all the pushing for 2 hours, his head was stuck in her pelvis like Winnie-the-Pooh in Rabbit's house. And, his feet were jammed under her rib cage. The doctor had to *lift her ribcage (!) to get the lower half out, then a nurse had to get under the table and put her hands in Joann's vagina and push the baby's head in, so the doctor could lift the baby out! Tyler James weighed 10lbs 6oz and was 23 inches long. Poor JoJo. They totally rummaged around inside her!
Not to pull a MiL, but my 3 births were comparatively easy. They got progressively shorter, from 7 hours to 2 hours to 1 hour. With all three, I dilated from 4 to 10 centimeters in half an hour. And they only took 2 or 3 pushes to get out. And, I didn't have an epidural, just a shot of Demerol. And with the second two, the baby came before the Demerol could take effect. Granted, I did hypnosis for the labor of the last two. 7 hours was hard for me! I told Jo about hypnosis, but she just kept putting it off. I can see that. You think "millions of women give birth every day. How bad can it be?" I'll bet she'll do it next time! The baby is so cute. And his toes are so long! And his hands are so beautiful! His nails are so perfectly shaped. In our family, the first thing we check is the ears. Milk jug ears run in the family. My dad's stuck straight out at a 90 degree angle to his head, and my Mom's are flush against her head. Tyler's don't stick out.
My son's bugging me to use the computer. He's not allowed to eat or drink near the computer again! Current Mood: sleepy
|Saturday, May 24th, 2003|
|stupid period and GotR
Well, my operation got postponed due to my period. They use so much bloodthinner, they didn't want to start with me already bleeding. Unfortunately, they decided when I was on the table, just about to start the procedure. I had the IV and foley catheter (for the bladder) in and everything! I had even called them the day before to tell them, but I guess word did not get to the doctor. So, now I'm going in on the 29th of May. At least I had a dry run,
I saw Ghost of the Robot in San Francisco Thursday. I remember the kerfuffle about James and GotR a while ago, but I don't think James was posing, nor did I think they sucked. James seemed genuinely excited to be in the band and singing. He didn't give those wicked looks, but he did give real smiles. He did the thing with his hands (sort of framing his package), but you know, I think that's a habit more than saying "here's my crotch!" I know, I'm defending him, but I love him so. As for the rest of the band, Charlie was dressed in 70's tennis gear a la Bjorn Borg, complete with wristbands and headband. I don't know, he always seems so arrogant to me, but he was oddly sweet Thursday. Steve looked great with a haircut and a (newly?) buff body. Kevin was cute, and Aaron, oh Aaron. If I were a teenager, he would be my favorite (because James is...40 eewww). Actually, Aaron looks like a young James. The hair, the mouth, the smile. They played a new song, "Katie" written, presumably by James, because, at the end, he said "I found out why Katie didn't go out with me. She's gay." and he nodded like "true story."
The crowd was kind of annoying. Caille, you will be glad you didn't go. I was surrounded by these drunk girls, who had push their way to the front, and who were yelling things at James like "You have a small cock!" At first I was shusshing them, laughingly, not like the Church Lady, but then I stopped, and just cringed whenever they said anything. This big oaf (guy) was jumping around behind me, bumping into me trying to push to the front, and I kept elbowing him in the...stomache, and telling him to back off. There was no way I was going to let a 6', 220lb guy jump around in front of me. I heard him say something to a girl about getting up on the stage and singing with the band, but they didn't try. There's no way James' security would have let them. Why are people such jerks? When James played his guitar and sang, the drunk girls were making fun of him, and we were all right at the front so I'm sure he heard them, but it didn't distract him. Or, at least, it didn't look like it did.
After the concert, I looked for Aaron's dad who I met in Sacramento. He's the sweetest guy, and so proud of his son! He wasn't there, but I saw Linda Judd, and this same tall redhead I always see at James events--the Sacramento concert, the Chance screening, again in Sacramento. What a groupie! Ha ha.
When I figure out how to do cut tags, I will cut for length. I'm only friended by three people, but still...
|Monday, May 12th, 2003|
We're getting ready to go down to Palo Alto to spend the night at friends' before the operation. I'm actually still not nervous. I'm really looking forward to feeling better. And stronger. I'm not much of an exerciser, but I look forward to exercising. Maybe I'll have more energy. And there'll be three fewer meds to take. Woo hoo! I do have some anxiety about how things will go here. Will the kids remember to put away the rabbit and guinea pigs? Will the timer work and tape Buffy? Will someone remember to tape my son's music recital? Will they remember to go? I want him to have *someone* there to watch him. Will I be home in time to tape the Biography on Buffy Wed? If not, will someone tape it for me? Once I'm sedated, all that will faaade awaaaayyy.
|Saturday, May 10th, 2003|
I'm going in for a heart "operation" on Tuesday. They're doing an ablasion, where they tread catheters to my heart through some veins, and burn off these nodes which are causing atrial fibrillation. I'm not nervous so much as excited. I've been living with this af for ten years, so I'm looking forward to having it gone. I hope. I'll probably get more nervous as the date nears. And, of course, I'll miss Buffy unless the hospital has UPN.
In other news, I've been thinking of the pre-souled Spike on Buffy. I have a son with Aspberger's Syndrome, and it kind of reminds me of Spike. For those who don't know, Aspberger's is either a high-functioning form of autism, or a completely different PDD (pervasive developmental disorder). In either case, the most compelling symptom is lack of connecting to other people. People with it don't have the innate ability to make friends. They don't get that whole give and take of friendship, you know, you talk, I listen, I talk, you listen. Obviously, it's more complicated than that, but, they have to be taught the aspects of friendship most of us take for granted. And, they'll never be able to take it for granted. They'll always have to think, "what do I do next?"
Spike on the show was like that? He didn't understand why Buffy was upset that he didn't lick the accident victims in Triangle. It was like he was telling himself, "normal people don't lick the victims. Aren't you proud of me for figuring this out?" Like he was learning a foreign language and translating to himself while he was talking, instead of *thinking* in the language, like fluent speakers do. Just like in Dead Things, when Spike couldn't figure out why Buffy would want to turn herself in. He just didn't get it.
|Wednesday, April 23rd, 2003|
So..Easter. Hid 71 eggs (one broke when the youngest tried that trick of squeezing the egg without breaking it--didn't work). Kids found 68 (another broke in the search, 3 missing). Kids had lots of candy. Hershey's makes a solid chocolate bunny for Easter--much better than the hollow chocolate of the other bunnies. Easter and Halloween are the only times I let the kids eat as much candy as they want. As early in the morning as they want. Anything to get rid of it that much sooner. We had my brother and wife, sister and husband, sister's friend and new puppy, Mom and us. I'm always glad when the holiday is over. Too much stress, I think.
Today is Shakespeare's birthday(and his death day)!
|Saturday, April 19th, 2003|
We got paid on Tuesday and Friday, and it's almost all gone. Between bills and rent, there's not a lot left. And I hadn't bought the Easter stuff yet. Til this morning. Three boys, three Easter baskets. Um, without the actual basket. Maybe I'll make little nests with real grass. None of the boys believes in the Easter Bunny anyway. Anyway, every time I threw something in the shopping cart, the rock in my chest got a little heavier. I feel the money flying out of my purse. I felt like I *had* to get some things, like chocolate bunnies and Peeps. And, eggs, eggs, eggs. Safeway had a two for one sale on 18 count boxes. I got 4 boxes. I don't cook the eggs, so we don't have to worry about egg salad sandwiches. And, it's not really fun to color only one box of eggs. And, my mom will take lots of uncooked eggs.
Now, I have to clean the house!! Gunk!!
|Friday, April 18th, 2003|
I finally got a livejournal! I've been reading other people's for ages...it's become an addiction. Now, I have to figure out how to use this!