I Ought to Be in Pictures

January 30, 2008

Here’s another photo meme I pinched from Lisa.

Instructions:
Use Photobucket (or flickr or Google images, or whatever) to search for images.
1. Type your answer to each question into Photobucket’s (or Google Image’s) search box.
2. Choose a picture from the first page of results and post it with the answer.
3. You can’t copy the pictures the person who posted before you used.
1. The age you will be on your next birthday:
2. A place you’d like to travel to:
3. Your favorite place:
4. Your favorite object (I heart my ipod!)

5. Your favorite food:
6. Your favorite animal (It’s amazing how much this dog looks like our Ellie!):
7. Your favorite color:
8. Your hometown:
9. The state in which you live:
10. The name of a past pet:
10. A dream come true:
11. Your nickname (Back in high school, a friend’s little brother called me Wild Eyes. It’s the only nickname I’ve ever had.):
12. Your middle name:
13. Your last name:
14. Your bad habit:
15. Your first job:
16. Your grandmother’s name:
Song of the Day: Every Picture Tells a Story  by Rod Stewart

Book ’em, Dan-O

January 27, 2008

Got this one from Bev.

Which book do you irrationally cringe away from reading, despite seeing only positive reviews?

I don’t know why, exactly, but Eat, Love, Pray is the book I am currently most resistant to reading.

If you could bring three characters to life for a social event (afternoon tea, a night of clubbing, perhaps a world cruise), who would they be and what would the event be?

I’d like to visit cemeteries in New Orleans with Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights, the Vampire Lestat from the Anne Rice series and Snape from Harry Potter.

You are told you can’t die until you read the most boring novel on the planet. While this immortality is great for awhile, eventually you realize it’s past time to die. Which book would you expect to get you a nice grave?

While I already did read it, I’d still have to say War and Peace. I adore Russian literature, but Tolstoy just doesn’t do it for me. What a snooze-fest.

Come on, we’ve all been there. Which book have you pretended, or at least hinted, that you’ve read, when in fact you’ve been nowhere near it?

I have never pretended or even hinted that I’ve read a book that I did not in fact read, and am rather surprised by this question. Seriously.

As an addition to the last question, has there been a book that you really thought you had read, only to realize when you read a review about it/go to ‘reread’ it that you haven’t? Which book?

Nothing comes to mind.

You’ve been appointed Book Advisor to a VIP (who’s not a big reader). What’s the first book you’d recommend and why?

The Brothers Karamazov, by Fyodor Dostoevsky, because it’s one of my all-time favorites.

A good fairy comes and grants you one wish: you will have perfect reading comprehension in the foreign language of your choice. Which language do you go with?

Russian, so I could read Dostoevsky’s work in the language in which it was written.

A mischievous fairy comes and says that you must choose one book that you will reread once a year for the rest of your life (you can read other books as well). Which book would you pick?

Despite my love for Dostoevsky, his stuff is a little heavy to reread once a year. I’d probably go for something by Stephen King, The Talisman, perhaps.

I know that the book blogging community, and its various challenges, have pushed my reading borders. What’s one bookish thing you ‘discovered’ from book blogging (maybe a new genre, or author, or new appreciation for cover art-anything)?

I discovered that there are a lot of people out there who get their kicks by posting Harry Potter spoilers, thereby ruining the reading experience for others.

That good fairy is back for one final visit. Now, she’s granting you your dream library! Describe it. Is everything leatherbound? Is it full of first edition hardcovers? Pristine trade paperbacks? Perhaps a few favorite authors have inscribed their works? Go ahead-let your imagination run free.

My dream library would be in a turret with floor to ceiling shelves all around (except for the window wall). I’d want one of those old-fashioned globes in a wooden stand, over-sized luxuriously comfortable armchairs and couches, a map coffee table, and a Persian carpet. The books could be a mixture of hard cover and paperback – I’m not a book snob.


At present, I am reading three books: Duma Key by Stephen King, Emma by Jane Austen, and Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult. I just finished Bel Canto (which I loved up until the ending) by Ann Patchett. By the way, because of that book (and this YouTube clip – it makes me cry every time I watch it), I have become interested in opera. Before that, I read Body & Soul, by Frank Conroy (not to be confused with Pat Conroy), which was another book I was seriously loving until I got to the second half. At the end, it went from the absurd to the preposterous. I hate when that happens.

Song of the Day: Every Day I Write the Book by Elvis Costello

Birthday Bashes

January 24, 2008

So… Sunday night. We did go out, and we did party like rock stars. Seriously, it was a blast.

Although I was still feeling a little green around the gills, I was doing all right until Mo bought a round of Jaegermeister shots. Warning: Do not try this at home. Especially if you have a sour stomach.

You can read the recap over at LA’s place. Being out with LA, Mick and Mo was so much fun. There was a lot  of laughter. (The drunk dialing, in particular, was a hoot and a half.) Even though I was sick as a dog, I’m really glad I went.  A good time was had by all.

The next day, I felt like death warmed over. I had a fever, and stayed in bed all day, drifting in and out of sleep. My whole body hurt.

Tuesday we had another birthday to celebrate. This time, it was with The Ex. (Yes, we’re all friends, even though he can be a real ass at times.) He invited us over for dinner, and we had a nice evening. The only downside was that I got to bed an hour later than usual, which is rough on a work night, especially considering that I haven’t been feeling well.

I’m still not feeling up to par. Body aches and itchy eyeballs are the worst of it at present. Yesterday I began to experience cold symptoms, but they don’t seem so bad this morning. We’ll see how it goes as the day progresses.

I had discontinued the Monavie when my stomach started to bother me because I couldn’t stand the thought of drinking anything thick while I was so nauseated. My body must be craving it because I have an uncontrollable urge for some right now. I’m going to pour myself a glass and go get ready for work. Have a good day.

Song of the Day: Down With the Sickness  by Disturbed

Una Palabra

January 20, 2008

My Friend picked me up for our breakfast date at 9:30 yesterday morning. Just before she got here, my stomach started to bother me. Still, I was able to eat half of an omelet, and a few bites of the pancakes that came with my meal.

After leaving the restaurant, we headed for Sam’s Club. My stomach had stopped hurting, and I was feeling fine until we were on our way back to my house. Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit, and I knew I was going to vomit. Fortunately, I managed to hold out until I got home.

When the upchucking was over, I crawled into bed, slept for a few hours, got up, had a cup of tea, and then went back to bed with a book (Bel Canto.) I read until my eyes were heavy enough to stay closed, and slept straight through until morning.

I’m still feeling a bit queasy, but am hoping to go out tonight to help LA celebrate her birthday (which is tomorrow). As an experiment, I just ate some toast to see if I can keep it down. In the meantime, I’m going to do this one word meme I saw over at Sunshyn’s place.

The Rule Is: You Can Only Type One Word Answers.

1. Where is your cellphone? Dunno.
2. Boyfriend/girlfriend? Hermaphrodite?
3. Your hair? Roots!
4. Your mother? Ann.
5. Your father? Frank.
6. Your favorite thing? ThingTwo.
7. Your dream last night? Dry.
8. Your favorite drink? Pepto-Bismol.
9. Your dream car? Batmobile.
10. The room you’re in? Family.
11. Your family? Room.
12. Your fear? Barfing.
13. Where were you last night? SickLand.
14. What you’re NOT right now? Skydiving.
15. Muffins? Wonderbra.
16. One of your wish list items? Megabucks.
17. Where you grew up? MyTown.
18. The last thing you did? Flush.
19. What are you wearing? Bathrobe.
20. What’s on TV? Remote.
21. Your pet or pets? Shit-listed.
22. Your computer? Dinosaur.
23. Your life? Merry-go-round.
24. Your mood? Uncertain.
25. Missing someone? Mark.
26. Your car? Relic.
27. Your eyes? Green.
28. Like someone? You.
29. Favorite color? All.
30. When is the last time you laughed? 2:17pm.

Song of the Day: The Word  by The Beatles

Defrocked Rock

January 19, 2008

I lifted this CD cover meme from Lisa over at Analyzing My Delusions.

If you want to give it a try, follow these instructions:

1. Go here. The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

2. Go here. The last four words of the last quote are the title of your album.

3. Go here. The third picture, no matter what it is, is your album cover.

Here are my results:

By the way, the issue discussed in yesterday’s entry has been resolved. After giving the information I sent him careful consideration, The Ex has decided that he won’t ask me to pay child support while Leigh is living with him. If the threat of petitioning the court for back support hadn’t worked in my favor, I would have referred him to my readers’ comments. Heh.

Song of the Day: Trap Door  by Ozzy Osbourne

The Root of All Evil

January 18, 2008

The Ex is once again reminding me of why he’s The Ex. A few days ago, I received an email from him informing me of a couple of issues related to our daughters.

1. He is discontinuing child support payments for Rebecca because she is now 21 years old.
2. When Leigh’s lease ends in May, she will be living with her father until she leaves for SUNY Delhi in the fall.

For the record – the only reason she is doing that is because he agreed to take her cat. I got stuck with her dog, and will not add a diabetic cat to my list of responsibilities and expenses.

Anyway, The Ex has advised me that he will be eligible for child support from me when Leigh moves in with him.

A while ago, I did some research on child support and emancipation guidelines. I found that :

People frequently agree in their separation agreement that when a child is enrolled in a full time college and is pursuing an undergraduate degree, the age of emancipation is 22 years or the completion of four years of college, whichever comes first.

Rebecca missed being in the high school graduating class of 2004 because her birthday fell five days after the cut off date. This means that she will be older than most students in her graduating class at college, so it would have been helpful to have known about the above item before now. Unfortunately, when the terms of the divorce were agreed upon, my attorney failed to point out to me that it was possible to make a provision for changing the age of emancipation from 21 to 22. Therefore, I have no choice but to agree to 21 being the age of emancipation in this case.

On the other hand, the following condition of emancipation is not debatable:

Residence at a boarding school, camp or college is not an emancipation event.

This is something else I was not previously aware of. It means that I was due child support while Rebecca was away at SUNY Albany. I did not receive that support.

Furthermore, there was a significant amount of time when both girls were living with me. However, because I knew that The Ex was having financial difficulty, I let him make child support payments for only one child. Between that and the support I was supposed to receive while Rebecca was in Albany, we are talking about a sizable chunk of change.

Of course, it is not convenient for him to bear those things in mind at present.

As far as I’m concerned, he can deduct child support for Leigh from what he owes me.

Song of the Day: Money  by Pink Floyd

According to Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, “It’s only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth, and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, that we begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.”

I wish I could say that I’ve been living each day to the fullest, but, alas, I cannot. Besides work, and a visit with my grandmother last Sunday, I don’t think I’ve been out of the house since Christmas. The increased pain in my lower back is really getting to me, and turning me into a shut-in.

Every single morning, between 2:30 and 3:30, the pain wakes me up. As I lie there, gathering the strength to turn onto my side, I picture a magician sawing his or her assistant in half. That’s what the pain reminds me of.

Lately, when I get out of bed at 4:30, I feel like an old lady, bent and slow moving. (Since I started drinking Monavie, at least I don’t feel tired when I wake up, and the Fibromyalgia symptoms have been greatly reduced, but, unfortunately, the juice can’t fix my lower lumbar spine problems.) It’s not too bad at work because I am busy and preoccupied, but, once I get home and allow my body to relax, I become more aware of the pain.

I last saw my doctor on November 7th. At that time, he requested authorization for another MRI, with and without contrast. Last week, I sent my attorney a letter stating my opinion that two months is an unreasonable amount of time to wait for authorization, and asking if there was anything we could do to get the ball rolling. It was no surprise that I did not receive a response.

I also contacted the doctor’s office to see if they could help me. The woman I spoke to said she would call the insurance company. A week went by and I didn’t hear anything, so I called again on Wednesday. The secretary said she had left a message for the person in charge of my case, but he did not return her call. She said she would try again and get back to me.

She did get back to me fairly quickly this time, with good news, to boot. Even though she was still not able to reach Mr. Case Manager, she did speak to someone else, and was able to get authorization for the MRI. The procedure is scheduled for the 16th. Hallelujah!

Another thing I have to be thankful for is that both Rebecca and Leigh made the Dean’s List. Hurray for them!

I was also given a reason to smile while watching House  earlier in the week. It was a repeat of the very first episode, which I had never seen before. Much to my delight, I learned that Dr. House is a General Hospital  fan. In one scene, Dr. House asks if there is a TV handy because General Hospital  is about to go on. In another, they actually show Dr. House watching a scene featuring Sonny and Jason, and later, Monica Quartermaine. Too cool.

A couple of days ago, I did a web search to see if I could find any references to Dr. House’s fascination with General Hospital. Not only did I come across a mention in Wikipedia (under General Hospital’s “Cultural impact”), but I also discovered that there is actually a blog devoted to “House M.D. References to General Hospital.” Sometimes I really love the Internet.

I’d better wrap this up and go get ready for my appointment at the Post Office to submit an application for a passport. I’ll need one for a fishing trip to Canada with my father, brother and sisters planned for this summer. Have a good weekend.

Song of the Day: Shut-In  by Dirt Bike Annie

Pain, Pain Go Away

January 3, 2008

Although I’m feeling much better in reference to the Fibromyalgia and arthritis in my left knee, I’m still really hurting.  It’s my lower back.  The pain has increased considerably.

When I last saw my doctor (on 11/07), he requested authorization for another MRI with gadolinium.  He also recommended that I see a Physical Medicine and Rehabilitation physician. Furthermore, when I went for the Independent Medical Exam on 11/27, that doctor did finally recommend a bone scan “to determine if there is increased uptake in any of the areas of abnormality in her spine.”

Clearly, additional tests are necessary to determine why I continue to experience pain.  However, I have not yet heard from the Comp carrier.  Two months seems to be an unreasonable amount of time to wait for authorization.

I am anxious to take the necessary steps in order to get some relief.  Therefore, yesterday morning, I contacted my attorney (via fax) to see if there is anything we can do to get the ball rolling.  After ruminating further on the situation while I was at work, it occurred to me that I should also get in touch with the doctor who requested authorization.

I called as soon as I got home, and the secretary told me she would contact the Comp carrier by phone.   I’m hoping for a quick response.  Please keep your fingers crossed.

Song of the Day:  It Hurts  by Angels and Airwaves