My Journal

this is what all has been happening in my world...
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Yay me! I can't wait. When it comes to my birthday, I'm like a kid. I love my birthday. I'm going to be 28. For a few months, I was like ack, I can't be 28, that's pushing 30. But then I realized that it's okay. For one thing, I get to have birthday goodness. For another, everyone gets older and hopefully wiser. That doesn't mean I'm going to be a geezer. I'll always be me. Well, as much as anyone is themself. Eh, I'm not going to get into philosophy.
I took up shodo (Zen calligraphy) awhile ago. It's great. I love it. I feel so calm when I'm doing it. I didn't at first.

Today I watched much of The First Annual Miss Dog Competition. Yeah. I started watching at the talent portion, and assumed that it would well...end after that. Nope. After that I saw something I never thought I would see: dogs in evening gowns. I'm not kidding. They announced the name of the woman who designed the gowns, and the dogs came out one at a time wearing them. It became very surreal when I saw a great dane, and remarked to my mother that the gown suited her. The host was John O'Hurly by the way. When they chose Miss Dog at the end, they put a sash and a tiara on her, and he sang. A border collie mix won if you were interested. One of the runner up's owners had her "kiss" the winner.

I forgot to mention that I got to page 100 of my book today. Booyah! It really feels like a book now.

The Good:
I have decided to deepen my practice. I have gone back to writing a haiku a day. I only have a statue of Buddha on my altar, but that statue was a gift from my sister Melanie, and means a lot to me. I have plans to take up shodo (the Zen art of Japanese calligraphy) this month. I have other things that I want to do, and it's exciting.

The Bad:
Well, I had been reading The Purpose Driven Life when it hit home that this book was not what I had thought it would be. Whew. Not at all. It denounced other religions as being just plain wrong, and encouraged people to convert others to Christianity. Yikes! That's not okay! It's not good to be close minded.

The Ugly:
I watched the last half hour of Trading Spouses (I think that's what it's called). Oh the humanity! The premise of the show is that two women who are very different and don't know each other go and live with the other's family. One woman was New Age. The other woman was a Christian from H E double hockey sticks (as my mom used to say when I was a kid). She ranted raved and screamed, because the other woman was not a Christian. Sheesh. At the end, the women are supposed to write each other a letter, and dictate how the other family is to spend $50,000. The Christian woman, tore up the other woman's letter, and said that she didn't want the money. Needless to say, there was an update saying that she changed her mind about the money.

I had fasting blood work this morning, and went to see my doctor at four. Somehow I forgot to ask her if being pre-Diabetic definately means I'll be Diabetic, or if it's something that'll happen if I don't change my ways. (For some reason that makes me think of A Christmas Carol). She gave me a referral to see an endocrinologist, a follow up appointment, and an appointment for a physical. I've sucessfully avoided physicals for about ten years. Oh well.

Well, it's too hot to stay in my office. I'm going to retire to my bedroom. Goodnight.

My doctor called yesterday. Never a good sign, especially when you've recently had blood work done. It turns out that I have P.C.O.S. (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome), as well as an underactive thyroid, and I'm pre-Diabetic. The thyroid is actually good news in a way. My doctor said that she'll give me a referral to see an endocrinologist, and I'll most likely get meds to speed up my metabolism, so I'll feel better and lose weight. (Of course I won't give up on trying to lose weight via other means).
I'm worried about the P.C.O.S., and being pre-Diabetic. I don't know a lot about P.C.O.S. but I certainly don't like what I've heard. And I'm worried that I'll become Diabetic. My mother, father, and sister all have Diabetes.
I'm going to see my doctor again on monday, and have more blood work.

I've been reading The Purpose Driven Life, because Trinny, the paper guy, gave my sister Mel a copy. Okay, I don't know how that lead to me reading it. I'm a Buddhist, and very happy with that. The Purpose Driven Life is a Christian book. I'm on day three (you read a chapter a day). I rewrite the religious parts in my head to be relevant to me, and it's a surprisingly decent book. (I'm not saying that to insult Christians. I just mean that it's not relevant to me in the way that it's delivered.)

It isn't completely work safe, but it's pretty tame.
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Today I had a date with Andrew. We went to The Museum of Fine Art, and the Springfield Science Museum. It was nice. We held hands a lot. There was an exibit of gold jewelry and sculptures. After the museums we got caught in the rain, and lost. At one point lighting streaked across the sky. It was pretty. Though getting lost became a little nerve racking, it was all in all a nice time. We had lunch at Friendly's, 'cause we were lost.

I'm glad that we restarted our relationship.

I'm over the whole bat thing by the way.

Last night my mother's cat Molly O'Socks, aka Soxie, somehow dragged a bat inside her apartment. My mom's afraid of bats, so she asked Mel to check to see if it were dead, and to kill it if it wasn't. I objected that we should take it to a vet if it were still alive. Anyhow, I somehow ended up waiting in the bathroom with my mom's cats (not my choice), while mom and Mel checked on the bat. All the while I was crying, because I thought that they were going to kill it, and I was going to do nothing. Anyway, they told me that they couldn't find it, but that Soxie must have hidden it. I just feel like the world's biggest hypocrite. I'm a Buddhist. I want to respect all life. I'm against killing. Hell, I like bats. I knew a boy who had a bat when I was a kid. He kept it in a bird cage. Anyhow, I didn't come with to my mom's bedroom to see if I could do something for the bat, and I should have.

On a positive note, I have a date tomorrow. I'm looking forward to that.

I'm baack. My wrist is getting better. I'm no longer wearing the brace.

Life is good. On wednesday I had a date with Andrew, who has re entered my life. (And that's a good thing, to quote M. Diddy). This time around we're poly, which is super. Anyhow, we went to the movies. Because of when we went, we had a choice of Fantastic Four or The March of the Penguins. I like penguins as much as the next gal, but I'm not gonna watch them for two hours. We went to see Fantastic Four, and it was better than I thought it would be. In fact it was great. Of course the company helped. We sat fairly close to the front, and held hands. ^_^

I read the newest Harry Potter book. I'm too sleepy to learn how to put things behind LJ cuts, so that I can review it with MAJOR SPOILERS. Dun dun dun. Beware, ya never know what tomorrow brings.

With a hurt wrist and little to do, it was inevitable that I would find new ways to amuse myself. Yes...I did it...I listened to Conversational Klingon. Here are a couple of phrases that I remember. Shoh iv? = Who are you? Terrakgnan jih = I am a Terran. There were swears to memorize, but there weren't translations for them.

Today Mel and I got the new HP book. She gets to read it first, because I read the last one first...but we played rock-paper-scissors last time! Meh.

I'm wearing a wrist guard and can't crochet because of my wrist. I'm going to take a couple days off from using the computer (oh the humanity). What's really sad is that I want to make a crocheted cover for my wrist guard! ^_^

I'm considering learning Klingon. I've had the tapes for awhile. I just worry that if I learn Klingon, six months from now I'll be going to conventions, and that it'll all be downhill from there.

I got my hair done today... I have a disposable camera... I was feeling a little lazy today, and didn't get my picture taken, but plan on doing so later or tomorrow. Probably tomorrow. In addition to my fabuluos self, I plan on getting pitures of my hat, and perhaps what I have so far of Trixie's afgan. I only have one granny square done of Mel's afgan. Oh the humanity! But I have until winter to finish.

I made myself a hat. It's a skull cap, like the others. I made my hat from somewhat rainbow colored yarn. I like it. I also made four granny squares. I'm making a little afgan for Trixie (one of my kitties).

Yay! I made a granny square! *takes a bow* I found instructions on the web with photos, and I was like, oh, so that's why my granny squares aren't square.

The hydrangeas are especially beautiful this year. Some are blue, some purple. One is pink.

I got some writing done today. Booyah! I'm back! I wouldn't call myself chipper, but I feel so much better now that I'm writing again.

I crocheted yet another hat for my niece today. This time in peach. I really need to get the right sized crochet hook for adult hats. (With this pattern you just use a different sized hook for a bigger hat.) When I have more money, I'll buy some cool yarn, and then...kitty hats! (Hats with kitty ears).

I think I'll give granny squares another go.

A few days ago I crocheted a pink hat for my niece. She loves it, so I made her another one, this time in yellow. It's nice to make things for other people, especially when they like them.

Currently I'm tackling granny squares. I suspect that the pattern is very basic, but I'm having trouble with it. That's not to say I'm not enjoying myself. I am.

I want to someday sell things at craft fairs. I think that would be great.

I'm going through a depression, which always sucks. I hope that it doesn't last long.

I still haven't been writing.

My sister's cat Drusilla is in one of my windows. I think that she likes the fireworks. =^_^=

A week from today I will have been smoke free for seven months.

I feel strange. I found out yesterday that a man I went to high school with died. We weren't friends, but I knew him. He was my late brother in law's brother's best friend. He was a good man. I think he was 27.

It was some sort of swimming accident. I don't have the details yet. It seems so pointless.

I've mostly finished my poncho. I just have to sew it together, which shouldn't take long. I'm working on crocheting a hat. Like the poncho it is peach colored. Maybe I'll wear them together in the Fall.

After this hat I might actually get around to making a kitty hat. I really want one.

I want to crochet something nice for my mom. She hates hats. She has a scarf. Maybe mittens?

I think that my weight loss goals were too lofty. I don't want to be skinny anymore. I could fit into the clothes I want to wear if I were a 1X. I don't have to lose lots of weight. It's okay.