Friday, April 24, 2009


So, tomorrow morning (in less than 8 hours), I will be partaking in another 5k.

Perhaps this time we'll actually finish the course.

Update 1: It's now 623am and I'm already ready already. It was a fitful night of sleep involving waking up every time some animal walked over the pile of vinyl siding on the ground outside our window, plus waking up every time I was too hot, too cold or too muggy/sweaty. Plus there were all the dreams about sleeping through the alarm and not making it to Colleen's house before 7am and what have you. Yes...this is going to go so well today.

Update 2: I finished the race in 40 minutes 14 seconds. That's like an average of 12 minutes 30 seconds per mile.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Let them Eat Cake and the Time Space Continuum

I am having issues.

First, I sent out an email to all my coworkers 3 times because I had put a deadline of that day in the first email, sent out the second to clarify that I really meant April 20 and not the 13, but put May 20 instead of April 20, and had to send a final email out saying that I was having issues with the time space continuum.

And I am STILL having issues with the time space continuum.

Yesterday I got it in my head that our work potluck was this Tuesday, so I needed to make homemade cake. I then proceeded to totally screw up the cake (it is now called Abomination Cake as it is really more like cake flavored bread). I then decided that instead of taking Abomination Cake to work for the potluck I needed to go out and get the stuff to make an edible cake. But by golly, I was still going to make homemade frosting. And of course since I don't have baking rounds, I had to buy the tin foil throw-away variety.

I got home and informed Shawn that he was in charge of dinner since I was going to be busy making cake and homemade frosting. As I'm frosting the SECOND CAKE, I think to myself "Wow, the 28th sure did come quickly. Wait...It's only the 20th. FRACK! Damn Time Space Continuum!"

So there will be cake tomorrow...and I'm just buying cake for next week...assuming that I remember it.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


Shawn has gone and joined Twitter. And he actually has Tweeted (Twooted? Twited?). I refuse to join Twitter until I have a smart phone. Mostly because I do not need something else on the computer to keep me busy. But by golly, I know how much you guys all want to know about me being stuck in traffic downtown.

Also, I am currently having a run in with Heineken. Shawn is making me do it. He wants to build a little penny stove, and he needs me to drink two beers. I drank one the other night, and I gotta say, I don't really care for the Heineken. Too bitter or something. Possibly it's the hops. Shawn's already got a science experiment all lined up for the stove, too. He's going to test it with Denatured Alcohol, Rubbing Alcohol, and possibly Everclear (or equivalent); and he's going to make two different kinds of wind guard to see which works best.

And this segues us into talking about the Yellowstone Trip. That's right. We're going to Yellowstone for a vacation. Thus the building of a new little stove for cooking. Shawn has also bought some silnylon to make stuff sacks. He also wants me to okay the use of $30 to get a different compression sack for his sleeping bag. He claims he needs this new bag because it's 0.5 ounces lighter than his current compression sack. I told him that if I ever spent $60 on an ounce of anything he'd have a holy hissy fit. And the funny part is that this didn't convince him that he didn't need the new compression sack.

Thursday, April 09, 2009


I always find it funny how insurance works.

You go to the doctor, the doctor charges some amount just to see you, the doctor sends a bill to your insurance for the rest of the stuff, and insurance says "You ask for $100, and yet you'll only get $3.52." And the doctor is fine with it. Yeah, I dare you to try and do this with any other professional who provides you with services.

I totally should go dig up my "It's more than a day's pay" explanation of how much my benefits actually cost my employer, find the amount that they put in for medical, and then calculate how much everything should cost (as per doctor bills), and then find out how much the insurance actually pays. Mostly because I think the insurance company is probably jacking my employer.

I guess I shouldn't really be that surprised that the insurance only pays $2.56 for a $115 lab procedure; the insurance company was involved with that whole Ingenix fraud thing.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, my dental "insurance" has a set list amount they'll pay per procedure. If the dentist charges more than that amount, then you have to pay the extra, and the amount they pay is set by the American Dental Association. It really comes down to how much you're willing/able to pay because you can absolutely find a dentist that charges the amount the insurance gives you, but at the same time, the specialists probably don't charge the amount the insurance is willing to pay. But I will say I think I like this way a little better because I don't feel like my dentist is getting gypped. So, is there really any surprise that I always feel like my doctor is trying to squeeze in as many patients as possible, while the dentist always seems to have extra time?

Saturday, April 04, 2009

What I Learned Today

For those of you that know me, you know that I hate fish (almost as much as Kristie). It's not the taste as much as the smell. I get a whiff of that dead fish smell and it's all over. I start to dry heave and I cannot be anywhere close to the stuff (okay, so I usually don't start getting the heaves, but I think I made my point). Shawn likes to claim that this is the case because the only fish I had growing up is the REALLY fishy stuff--Trout, fish sticks, and canned tuna.

Understandably, when anyone asks if I want sea food, I say "hells no!" and then the next question is usually "what about shrimp?" And the answer is still "hells no!" But that's mostly because of texture rubberization issues. I can occasionally eat crab in very small amounts, and I'll eat calamari if it is non-rubbery and does not smell like fish. (Oddly, I have no problem with Caesar Salad or Worcestershire Sauce, which have anchovies)

I have even tried sushi. The problem with the sushi is that the only people I've ever had sushi with order the rolls. Which are covered in seaweed. Which smells like fish. So, even if the roll has no fish in it at all, I still can't bring myself to eat it. I know, I know, I ought to try Nigiri, and I'm sure my sister ordered it when I was with her, but it came with other things on the plate, so there was the fish smell about and it did not go over well.

But today I had fish. And I liked it. That's right. I LIKED it. Enough to order more and take it home for Shawn to try because there was no way he was going to believe that I ate fish. He would believe that I spent my day getting high and being involved in an orgy more readily than I ate fish and liked it.

The fish I had you ask? why Ceviche of course. Uncooked fish that is marinated in lemon/lime juice and served with copious amounts of onion and jalapeno. It's like salsa but with fish instead of tomatoes. Weird.

A lazy weekend at home

So far today I've cleaned both bathrooms and done 2 loads of laundry...and it only sucks because there's at least another 2 loads to do, plus the litterboxes really need to be completely cleaned out AND the kitchen needs a deep cleaning very badly.

And this is why I wish I worked part time.

My mom works part time and has a system--the bathrooms are cleaned on Wednesday, the house is vacuumed on Friday, and the kitchen is cleaned after dinner every day. For me on the other hand, it's much more like: The bathrooms are cleaned when they look positively disgusting or if we have people coming over, the house is vacuumed whenever Shawn gets around to it or when we have people coming over, and the kitchen is cleaned maybe once a week, of course when we have people coming over, I'll deep clean the kitchen about 3 weeks out and then keep everything orderly and clean for the time until after the party. Are we seeing a theme? That's right, I apparently just need to have people come over every other week.

Maybe I just need to get a cleaning service. Ah...that would sure be nice wouldn't it?