I wanted to share with you the delightful stitches that were the result of the Discomfort experience. However, since Janae yelled at me for posting my Contusions photos directly on my blog i thought i would offer you a link to view . . . or not to view!
Disclaimer: It's not bad at all! It just looks funny because hair should be there!
PHOTO
2.26.2009
2.25.2009
Technologically Inclined
Even as Jupiter has grown older she is still atracted to my computer. As soon as I stop typing she is laying on the keyboard. 
Im Sorry! Were you sitting here?
Im Sorry! Were you sitting here?
All in a day's work!
Contusions
With plenty of time on my hands I have ventured into more physical activities but I have paid a price. Two nice bruises have discolored parts of my body but I have also gained great stories!
Knee Contusion -
My friend Zara text me one night and says "Do you play Bball? We have a game tonight and only have 3 players!" I politely state that i don't play but i can run and occupy space on a court. She says "Great! Ill pick you up at 8pm" I had the ball in my hands twice the entire game, was molested by a lesbian with a nose ring, and sweated more than i do in my tennis games. During the last half a 6 foot tall opponent’s knee t-bones my knee and does not flinch. I on the other hand feel like the terminator just karate-chopped my knee. I have not played since nor received another text from Zara.
Ankle Contusion-
A week prior to the knee contusion Zara, Kara, and I were planning on going for a bike ride but plans fell through that morning, however, because i was so excited to ride i went alone, proving that i could in fact to so. I took out an old bike that Kara had in the garage and started down Lassen Ave. A few blocks down the road i realize the seat of the bike was slowing falling and my knees were slowing rising to my chest . . . looking like a gangster from Coalinga. Throughout the several mile ride i probably stopped 4 times to tighten the seat. On my way back to the house i thought i had permanently fixed the seat and i was enjoying the tones on my iPod. I was wrong! Suddenly the seat fell completely down to the center bar and my ankle jerked off the peddle to prevent my fall but collided with the peddle as it came back around. I was so mad and embarrassed i didn’t feel the initial impact. I again pulled off the road to fix it one last time with a few kicks, curse words, and sweat and arrived home with a nice colorful lump on my left ankle.
I think i will stay with Tennis!
Knee Contusion -
My friend Zara text me one night and says "Do you play Bball? We have a game tonight and only have 3 players!" I politely state that i don't play but i can run and occupy space on a court. She says "Great! Ill pick you up at 8pm" I had the ball in my hands twice the entire game, was molested by a lesbian with a nose ring, and sweated more than i do in my tennis games. During the last half a 6 foot tall opponent’s knee t-bones my knee and does not flinch. I on the other hand feel like the terminator just karate-chopped my knee. I have not played since nor received another text from Zara.
Ankle Contusion-A week prior to the knee contusion Zara, Kara, and I were planning on going for a bike ride but plans fell through that morning, however, because i was so excited to ride i went alone, proving that i could in fact to so. I took out an old bike that Kara had in the garage and started down Lassen Ave. A few blocks down the road i realize the seat of the bike was slowing falling and my knees were slowing rising to my chest . . . looking like a gangster from Coalinga. Throughout the several mile ride i probably stopped 4 times to tighten the seat. On my way back to the house i thought i had permanently fixed the seat and i was enjoying the tones on my iPod. I was wrong! Suddenly the seat fell completely down to the center bar and my ankle jerked off the peddle to prevent my fall but collided with the peddle as it came back around. I was so mad and embarrassed i didn’t feel the initial impact. I again pulled off the road to fix it one last time with a few kicks, curse words, and sweat and arrived home with a nice colorful lump on my left ankle.
I think i will stay with Tennis!
Discomfort
Alright people!! Let talk about discomfort!
Yes! They can come in menstrual cramps, a tooth ache, a migraine, a pea under my mattress, a titty twister, a Japanese finger trap, razor burn, or a paper cut. Well today I can add a new one to the list . . . three stitches in my head!
Today what my doctor and I thought would be quick removal of a cyst from my head, a few inches in from my hairline, turned into a 30 minute procedure to remove a unidentified tumor with surrounding ‘debris’ (word choice of my doctor). As the very calm and consoling doctor numbs my head I mention the awkward silence needs some music so his dear nurse turned on some music equivalent to harmonious therapy. Honestly, I could have hugged her! Normally I visit my dearest doctors alone but I was so grateful that my girlfriend came with me today. . . she has the amazing ability to take me to a mental and emotional place in a time of need that I can't get to alone. I didn't feel much during the procedure besides the pressure on my skull but I could hear the cutting and what sounded like tearing which is sometimes worst than pain because my imagination gets the best of me. A few hours after being home the numbness wore off and the worst of the pain arrived. It felt as if someone had a fist full of my hair and was pulling me around like a rag-doll. A few pills and a Cappuccino Blast later the pain has reduced to a level two discomfort. We will await the result next Wednesday.
2.11.2009
Mollie May Montana
My two dogs are considered two of my best friends. Our small family had several animals growing up but Mollie and Vada are our most recent. My parents took in Mollie 15 years ago and 7 years ago i bought Vada but had to let her stay at my parents a few years back when i didn't have a backyard. Mollie and Vada have been inseparable ever since. Vada (left) is spoiled rotten and walks around with a princess attitude. Mollie (right) was always more laid back but lived up to a black Lab's characteristics: energetic, loyal, and fun loving. I wonder who is going to take it the hardest - our family or Vada?
When anyone you love dies it is a tragic event even if you are expecting it. When your own dog dies it just as tragic. My mom has been avoiding this day for awhile now because she refused to be the one to take her to the vet. I knew my dad could never do it himself and I couldn't bare the pain of seeing Mollie in discomfort any more - so i did.
I don't know what's worst: the days that lead up to today, driving to the vet, the moments at the vet, or the days after.
No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does. ~Christopher Morley
You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
A dog can express more with his tail in seconds than his owner can express with his tongue in hours. ~Author Unknown
Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really. ~Agnes Sligh Turnbull
Mollie May Montana
1994 - 2009
Thank You for the Memories
We will Miss You
2.04.2009
A Perfect Fit
As you might know I have been job searching for 4 months. I will admit I didn't look that hard the first month because I thought I would be able to receive unemployment benefits to carry me through, but when that money fell through i starting searching right away. While i was searching for a new career i was also appealing the decision from my former company that denied me my unemployment benefits and just last week i took them to the Court of Appeals. I don’t know what’s slower the Court of Appeals or waiting for those stupid TV Conversion Coupons to arrive.
I had a few job interviews in the last few months: Banking, Market Research, Temp., and Sales. More than ever I really wanted a job that combined my creative and systematic side and I found that with this recent job. I went through two different hour-long interviews with Excel and Publisher test at the end. I was waiting for my third call back when i went to the court date with Target for my unemployment benefits. My former boss and I sat down with the judge and hashed out letters and evidence. The judge's decision in currently in the mail. A few days after that appointment i went to my third interview. I was hesitate of this company the first time i went because my job title was unclear, however, by my third interview i knew i wanted to be there. Every time their associates would tell me more about the job duties that more i knew it was a 'perfect fit' for me.
Here's the irony. Last night i had a dream. It was a normal day and i received a phone call from the contact woman at this company who informs me that i did not receive the job and that she was really sorry because she was pulling for me to get it. She suggested that i could file an appeal and hopefully win the job. Still in the dream, i confide to a friend and say '. . . it's okay, I’m just glad this is just a dream." and she says calmly ". . . that's true". Side note: What a world it would be if you could appeal a company decision and win a job?! Chaos.
So i wake up and tell Kara the dream with an awkward silence to follow. Then a few hours later i received the important call from the company. The lady says she was so sorry that it had taken so long to get back to me and she regrets to tell me that i was not 'the right fit' for the job. However, she asked if she could keep my contact information because her step-kids are coming this summer and she would love for me to take her family photos. Of course, i stayed professional and accepted the photo opportunity (which in all seriousness i am delighted to do it).
Unlike most of my endeavors i do not get my hopes up. I do get nervous but after it's all said and done i know it's not in my hands. However, today i was upset. I really got my hopes up and really pictured myself in this job, obviously more than they did. I hope this does not come across as a pity party, just the opposite, i really thought a degree and experience would get me anywhere but now i have to reassess what i thought i knew about interviewing and selling myself. Not to mention i really was eager to tell you about my dream and it's ironic similarity (please, shed light on that for me).
My hopes are lying in the fact that i will not inherit bad luck and get 2 out of 2 "I regret to inform you . . . ".
I had a few job interviews in the last few months: Banking, Market Research, Temp., and Sales. More than ever I really wanted a job that combined my creative and systematic side and I found that with this recent job. I went through two different hour-long interviews with Excel and Publisher test at the end. I was waiting for my third call back when i went to the court date with Target for my unemployment benefits. My former boss and I sat down with the judge and hashed out letters and evidence. The judge's decision in currently in the mail. A few days after that appointment i went to my third interview. I was hesitate of this company the first time i went because my job title was unclear, however, by my third interview i knew i wanted to be there. Every time their associates would tell me more about the job duties that more i knew it was a 'perfect fit' for me.
Here's the irony. Last night i had a dream. It was a normal day and i received a phone call from the contact woman at this company who informs me that i did not receive the job and that she was really sorry because she was pulling for me to get it. She suggested that i could file an appeal and hopefully win the job. Still in the dream, i confide to a friend and say '. . . it's okay, I’m just glad this is just a dream." and she says calmly ". . . that's true". Side note: What a world it would be if you could appeal a company decision and win a job?! Chaos.
So i wake up and tell Kara the dream with an awkward silence to follow. Then a few hours later i received the important call from the company. The lady says she was so sorry that it had taken so long to get back to me and she regrets to tell me that i was not 'the right fit' for the job. However, she asked if she could keep my contact information because her step-kids are coming this summer and she would love for me to take her family photos. Of course, i stayed professional and accepted the photo opportunity (which in all seriousness i am delighted to do it).
Unlike most of my endeavors i do not get my hopes up. I do get nervous but after it's all said and done i know it's not in my hands. However, today i was upset. I really got my hopes up and really pictured myself in this job, obviously more than they did. I hope this does not come across as a pity party, just the opposite, i really thought a degree and experience would get me anywhere but now i have to reassess what i thought i knew about interviewing and selling myself. Not to mention i really was eager to tell you about my dream and it's ironic similarity (please, shed light on that for me).
My hopes are lying in the fact that i will not inherit bad luck and get 2 out of 2 "I regret to inform you . . . ".
2.02.2009
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