juldea: (99 Mooninites)
Last night was dinner and drinks on the Riverwalk.
Today is the Alamo and spending time outside in the 70 degree weather!
Tomorrow is flying back. :(

I am glad I came. This is a good vacation.
juldea: (99 Mooninites)
Last night was dinner and drinks on the Riverwalk.
Today is the Alamo and spending time outside in the 70 degree weather!
Tomorrow is flying back. :(

I am glad I came. This is a good vacation.
juldea: (hold me!)
As I told twitter (but I'll expand it here):
Immersion blender, hot cocoa mix, pajamas, money, Starbucks gift card, smelly bath things set, and my cancer-survivor father has started smoking again. >_<

Man. This year my dad specifically asked me to share my wishlist with him and the rest of the family. I assumed this meant he might actually pay attention to what was on it. Doh? (The blender was on it, but that was from my sister.) Instead, yet another gift basket of things I'm not likely to use.

Sorry. Not to be bitter about, after all, PRESENTS. But the smoking thing is kind of a bombshell. Hard to get past that one.
juldea: (hold me!)
As I told twitter (but I'll expand it here):
Immersion blender, hot cocoa mix, pajamas, money, Starbucks gift card, smelly bath things set, and my cancer-survivor father has started smoking again. >_<

Man. This year my dad specifically asked me to share my wishlist with him and the rest of the family. I assumed this meant he might actually pay attention to what was on it. Doh? (The blender was on it, but that was from my sister.) Instead, yet another gift basket of things I'm not likely to use.

Sorry. Not to be bitter about, after all, PRESENTS. But the smoking thing is kind of a bombshell. Hard to get past that one.
juldea: (roar!!!)
GAH I am an idiot.

So yes, I am still going to San Antonio for Christmas, as my father and I neither felt like paying the $180 fee to change the tickets I had for travel later. Who knows what'll be going on down there, but hey, maybe I'll just spend Christmas in a hotel room with my dad, kickin' it bachelor-style. I can think of worse fates.

However, I repeat: I am an idiot. Last week when I got these tickets, I decided to go the route of saving money by flying through Providence, but failed to remember that this meant I had to leave time to get to Providence. So I have a flight leaving from PVD at 6:30am on December 24th. *facedesk* Looks like I'll probably be taking the train and busses down on the night of the 23rd and sleeping in the terminal, unless someone wants to be my Christmas miracle and drive me down at o-dark-thirty in the morning on Christmas Eve. Yeah, I didn't think so, either.

KEEP IT COMIN', 2008. I CAN TAKE IT.
juldea: (roar!!!)
GAH I am an idiot.

So yes, I am still going to San Antonio for Christmas, as my father and I neither felt like paying the $180 fee to change the tickets I had for travel later. Who knows what'll be going on down there, but hey, maybe I'll just spend Christmas in a hotel room with my dad, kickin' it bachelor-style. I can think of worse fates.

However, I repeat: I am an idiot. Last week when I got these tickets, I decided to go the route of saving money by flying through Providence, but failed to remember that this meant I had to leave time to get to Providence. So I have a flight leaving from PVD at 6:30am on December 24th. *facedesk* Looks like I'll probably be taking the train and busses down on the night of the 23rd and sleeping in the terminal, unless someone wants to be my Christmas miracle and drive me down at o-dark-thirty in the morning on Christmas Eve. Yeah, I didn't think so, either.

KEEP IT COMIN', 2008. I CAN TAKE IT.
juldea: (mishakal)
Just got a phone call from my father. His wife of... well, I can't remember exactly when they got married, but it was probably sometime 2002 or 2003, so -- His wife of over five years is apparently going to divorce him. With my little four-year-old half-brother in the mix.

I was going to go there for Christmas. Now I've got to look at either changing or canceling tickets.

I HATE THIS YEAR.
juldea: (mishakal)
Just got a phone call from my father. His wife of... well, I can't remember exactly when they got married, but it was probably sometime 2002 or 2003, so -- His wife of over five years is apparently going to divorce him. With my little four-year-old half-brother in the mix.

I was going to go there for Christmas. Now I've got to look at either changing or canceling tickets.

I HATE THIS YEAR.
juldea: (mishakal)
I had the revelation earlier that my family is not in my monkeysphere. And yeah, I feel bad about this, because my background and culture says that one should have their families in their monkeyspheres. But... they're just not. :/ Every few weeks, I'll have a sudden thought of, "Oh, it's Mom's birthday soon," or, "Hm, I haven't talked to my father in a while," and I'll absolutely make plans to send a card or make a phone call, but an hour later I will have forgotten and won't remember again for another few weeks, when I will feel guilty for having forgotten. And boy, I am certainly in their monkeyspheres, so they think about me all the time or something. It's an interesting disparity and one that doesn't do anything to make me feel like a good person. Blegh.

It's getting close to Christmas, and my one thought of visiting my brother and sister-in-law for Dec 25 fell through because I didn't pursue it enough before they made other plans. Now I don't know if I should offer to my father that I could go visit his family if he went halvsies on the tickets with me, or just shrug and spend Christmas here. The holiday doesn't mean anything to me, and the visiting... I look forward to it, but not THAT much? I dunno. It's a holiday, and that's nice, and going on trips is fun, but I guess there's nothing in particular about visiting my dad that I look forward to. Although visiting my little half-brother would be fun.

I bet I'm not at all the first person to consider naming my LJ friends page "the monkeysphere."
juldea: (mishakal)
I had the revelation earlier that my family is not in my monkeysphere. And yeah, I feel bad about this, because my background and culture says that one should have their families in their monkeyspheres. But... they're just not. :/ Every few weeks, I'll have a sudden thought of, "Oh, it's Mom's birthday soon," or, "Hm, I haven't talked to my father in a while," and I'll absolutely make plans to send a card or make a phone call, but an hour later I will have forgotten and won't remember again for another few weeks, when I will feel guilty for having forgotten. And boy, I am certainly in their monkeyspheres, so they think about me all the time or something. It's an interesting disparity and one that doesn't do anything to make me feel like a good person. Blegh.

It's getting close to Christmas, and my one thought of visiting my brother and sister-in-law for Dec 25 fell through because I didn't pursue it enough before they made other plans. Now I don't know if I should offer to my father that I could go visit his family if he went halvsies on the tickets with me, or just shrug and spend Christmas here. The holiday doesn't mean anything to me, and the visiting... I look forward to it, but not THAT much? I dunno. It's a holiday, and that's nice, and going on trips is fun, but I guess there's nothing in particular about visiting my dad that I look forward to. Although visiting my little half-brother would be fun.

I bet I'm not at all the first person to consider naming my LJ friends page "the monkeysphere."
juldea: (brights)
My mom has said a sentence that included the phrase, "...you know how black people are..." I actually corrected that one! "I think your stereotype is actually more of a class stereotype than a race stereotype, mom." She immediately went on the explanatory defensive of how she wasn't of course making a racial statement. (The situation described involved how my mom is spending time and money to feed and befriend-in-order-to-trap-and-take-to-the-vet a stray dog who's been living on the streets in a VERY rural and apparently mostly black neighborhood that's on the way between my mom's house and the barn where she stables her horses. The folks 'round those parts seem to not care enough about the dog to save it from starvation and pain, which I can definitely see being a factor of the fact that not all of them have my mother's resources of money and spare time to care for a random stray dog who might just need to be put down anyway. Somehow this turned into a factor of their skin color, however. Sigh.)

Talk radio has involved a pundit forwarding the stupid theory of Barack Obama accidentally saying he visited 57 states because there are 57 MUSLIM STATES OMG HE'S A TERRORIST. (Read Snopes for the full story on this one, folks.)

Gas prices start with a 3. And sometimes the next digit is a 7.

I failed to remember that even though I have Sudafed in my system, if the Friday night mixer is held in a bar in Oklahoma, smoking is allowed indoors, and my sinuses will pay the price for this.

I am in the running for person who has traveled the furthest for the reunion. The one girl who might beat me, if she is in fact here? From British Columbia, these days. Is a pilot. Is married to a pilot. Has (unless there's a typo in the booklet) 2-year-old quintuplets. I kind of feel like I have to destroy her so that I may thrive.
juldea: (brights)
My mom has said a sentence that included the phrase, "...you know how black people are..." I actually corrected that one! "I think your stereotype is actually more of a class stereotype than a race stereotype, mom." She immediately went on the explanatory defensive of how she wasn't of course making a racial statement. (The situation described involved how my mom is spending time and money to feed and befriend-in-order-to-trap-and-take-to-the-vet a stray dog who's been living on the streets in a VERY rural and apparently mostly black neighborhood that's on the way between my mom's house and the barn where she stables her horses. The folks 'round those parts seem to not care enough about the dog to save it from starvation and pain, which I can definitely see being a factor of the fact that not all of them have my mother's resources of money and spare time to care for a random stray dog who might just need to be put down anyway. Somehow this turned into a factor of their skin color, however. Sigh.)

Talk radio has involved a pundit forwarding the stupid theory of Barack Obama accidentally saying he visited 57 states because there are 57 MUSLIM STATES OMG HE'S A TERRORIST. (Read Snopes for the full story on this one, folks.)

Gas prices start with a 3. And sometimes the next digit is a 7.

I failed to remember that even though I have Sudafed in my system, if the Friday night mixer is held in a bar in Oklahoma, smoking is allowed indoors, and my sinuses will pay the price for this.

I am in the running for person who has traveled the furthest for the reunion. The one girl who might beat me, if she is in fact here? From British Columbia, these days. Is a pilot. Is married to a pilot. Has (unless there's a typo in the booklet) 2-year-old quintuplets. I kind of feel like I have to destroy her so that I may thrive.
juldea: (Default)
So, the school-year rush is in. Last week I had an average of 7.5 calls/day. Today I took 17 calls. BLEGH. I guess it's going to start being less gxp time while I'm at work. Well, that's okay.

I had a pretty busy weekend. On Friday night, Randen and I went out to dinner, watched 2 episodes of the X-Files, and saw the movie The Princess Diaries, which I liked because it gave me what I expected of it. Story about a 15 year old nobody who finds out she's the princess of a small European country. Wackiness ensues.

Well, while dressing for the movie theater (i.e. changing out of shorts) I came across the realization that only one pair of jeans really fit me anymore, and that was the pair I had gotten from my mom. So after the movie when I was home alone I got a copy of the Norman paper with classifieds in it, circled all the garage sales I was interested in (about 15), and using thumbtacks I made a route on my map of Norman of the sale-ing I would do the next morning. I even color-coded my tacks - white tacks were for sales that started at 7, red for starting at 8, etc. Yeah I'm a nerd.

So from 7-12am on Saturday I drove around norman and looked through people's stuff. I got 2 pairs of jeans, a pair of khakis, 2 pairs of shorts, a purple satin dress shirt, and a nifty 9-candle votive sculpture thingy for $11. Then I went to two consignment stores, Abigail's Attic and The Spare Closet, and got 2 more pairs of jeans for $6.50. So I came out pretty well. They're almost all size 10s. :)

Had a really nice cookout at Arcadia Lake that night with my Edmond friends, Brian and Ryan (snicker). Brian brought his girlfriend Mary Beth and a friend of hers named Joey. We made a fire and had some hot dogs and hamburgers and stuff and shot the breeze and even went swimming a bit (well I only waded because I didn't bring a bathing suit). It was really nice, and we should do it more often. Since I was up so far north I dropped by my mom's on the way back. I always seem to leave her house with stuff - this time I came back with a glass thermometer (some test to find out if I'm hyper-thyroid, involving taking my temperature in the mornings right when I wake up), some icy-hot type stuff (for my leg), and a few exercise videos! She had picked them up for $.50 each somewhere. They're badass - Thighs of Steel 2000 Platinum (I did that one Sunday morning, and OUCH), and Cindy Crawford's Ultimate Workout, which I haven't done yet. It looks scary. Anyway, it was nice talking to my mom. She talks to me like an equal sometimes, whee.

Then yesterday I did that Thighs of Steel, putzed around a bit (gathered up all the things I'm going to sell at the Happiness Hotel yard sale, and boy did that pile grow. Fills the hallway almost.), and went to the Hotel for a dinner party - a grill dinner party! It involved a massive Albertson's run, and a lot of heat and bugs. But it was fun and there was SO much good food. I had to stop eating for fear of getting sick because I had eaten so much. I finished my portabello mushroom burger though. ;) That was my favorite food of the whole night. The grilled pineapple was pretty good too though. I fell asleep as soon as I got home :)

All the computers in the lab are wiped clean now. Formatted. It's kind of sad. Tomorrow I get to start setting up the new computers! It will be exciting. So that's why I won't be around.

Well, I guess it's time to go home now. See everyone tomorrow!
juldea: (Default)
So, the school-year rush is in. Last week I had an average of 7.5 calls/day. Today I took 17 calls. BLEGH. I guess it's going to start being less gxp time while I'm at work. Well, that's okay.

I had a pretty busy weekend. On Friday night, Randen and I went out to dinner, watched 2 episodes of the X-Files, and saw the movie The Princess Diaries, which I liked because it gave me what I expected of it. Story about a 15 year old nobody who finds out she's the princess of a small European country. Wackiness ensues.

Well, while dressing for the movie theater (i.e. changing out of shorts) I came across the realization that only one pair of jeans really fit me anymore, and that was the pair I had gotten from my mom. So after the movie when I was home alone I got a copy of the Norman paper with classifieds in it, circled all the garage sales I was interested in (about 15), and using thumbtacks I made a route on my map of Norman of the sale-ing I would do the next morning. I even color-coded my tacks - white tacks were for sales that started at 7, red for starting at 8, etc. Yeah I'm a nerd.

So from 7-12am on Saturday I drove around norman and looked through people's stuff. I got 2 pairs of jeans, a pair of khakis, 2 pairs of shorts, a purple satin dress shirt, and a nifty 9-candle votive sculpture thingy for $11. Then I went to two consignment stores, Abigail's Attic and The Spare Closet, and got 2 more pairs of jeans for $6.50. So I came out pretty well. They're almost all size 10s. :)

Had a really nice cookout at Arcadia Lake that night with my Edmond friends, Brian and Ryan (snicker). Brian brought his girlfriend Mary Beth and a friend of hers named Joey. We made a fire and had some hot dogs and hamburgers and stuff and shot the breeze and even went swimming a bit (well I only waded because I didn't bring a bathing suit). It was really nice, and we should do it more often. Since I was up so far north I dropped by my mom's on the way back. I always seem to leave her house with stuff - this time I came back with a glass thermometer (some test to find out if I'm hyper-thyroid, involving taking my temperature in the mornings right when I wake up), some icy-hot type stuff (for my leg), and a few exercise videos! She had picked them up for $.50 each somewhere. They're badass - Thighs of Steel 2000 Platinum (I did that one Sunday morning, and OUCH), and Cindy Crawford's Ultimate Workout, which I haven't done yet. It looks scary. Anyway, it was nice talking to my mom. She talks to me like an equal sometimes, whee.

Then yesterday I did that Thighs of Steel, putzed around a bit (gathered up all the things I'm going to sell at the Happiness Hotel yard sale, and boy did that pile grow. Fills the hallway almost.), and went to the Hotel for a dinner party - a grill dinner party! It involved a massive Albertson's run, and a lot of heat and bugs. But it was fun and there was SO much good food. I had to stop eating for fear of getting sick because I had eaten so much. I finished my portabello mushroom burger though. ;) That was my favorite food of the whole night. The grilled pineapple was pretty good too though. I fell asleep as soon as I got home :)

All the computers in the lab are wiped clean now. Formatted. It's kind of sad. Tomorrow I get to start setting up the new computers! It will be exciting. So that's why I won't be around.

Well, I guess it's time to go home now. See everyone tomorrow!
juldea: (Default)
An only child, alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work, and his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music, denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music didn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band

My brothers' lives were different, for they heard another call
One went to Chicago, and the other to Saint Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well

I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And Papa, I don't think I said "I love you" near enough

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am the living legacy to the leader of the band


I miss my father. Hopefully the Air Force will let him come home soon. He's been living apart from the family for two years now -- which they told him would be six months.

In the silly part of my brain that wants to fantasize/plan this stuff now, I realized while listening to this song that it is what I want to dance with my father to at my wedding.

I'm going back to cleaning now, I've had my soul purge.
juldea: (Default)
An only child, alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant for different work, and his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music, denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once, but his music didn't wait
He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band

My brothers' lives were different, for they heard another call
One went to Chicago, and the other to Saint Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well

I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And Papa, I don't think I said "I love you" near enough

The leader of the band is tired, and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
I am the living legacy to the leader of the band


I miss my father. Hopefully the Air Force will let him come home soon. He's been living apart from the family for two years now -- which they told him would be six months.

In the silly part of my brain that wants to fantasize/plan this stuff now, I realized while listening to this song that it is what I want to dance with my father to at my wedding.

I'm going back to cleaning now, I've had my soul purge.

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