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[14 Oct 2006|02:55pm] |
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Yup. so I never have to do that again. About time. I'm only 25, you know. They had to drill out some bone, too because they found some infection. So the one hurts more than the rest. Ouch. But I'm feeling pretty good. The medication is helping, but my herbal mouth rinse is helping even more than the vicadin! And I have a scooby doo bandaide over my IV boo-boo. Hooray!
Love you guys!
I'll be at dad's for another day. It just feels safer to be looked after. Even when he's not here, Aunt Becky is only 3 blocks away.
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| I have a new goal in life! |
[18 Sep 2006|11:33am] |
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I went up to Uncle Rob's camp in the Allegheny National Forest this weekend (which, btw, is pretty icky cuz it's owned by Uncle Rob- holy poor hygene, yuck) but while I was up there I found out some of the economics of the area and now I have a new goal in life.
For a 50*100 plot of land next to state game land that he leases Uncle Rob pays $125... A YEAR! Blank land is between 1 and 2 k an acre. It's gets even better. In the area of Spring Creek, there is a drinking water quality spring every mile or so along the roads! Translation, no running water necisary! And ever since I was a tiney little girl I've dreamed of living off the land. Completely off the land. Chickens and goats and self sustained living. But as I grew up I thought it wouldn't actually be possible.
Cutting firewood within park regulations is only $20 a YEAR with limits on where to harvest and no more than 100 Ccf a year at 30" log length max. That's heating, warm water and cooking fuel all on $20 a year.
So I am playing math. Playing plans and calulating things up, so far mostly in my head. Images of rustic self contained retreats I would design on graph paper as a child are once again flashing through my head. I can not believe this is actually possible. !!!
So, you all know me, NO I wouldn't lease. I've never leased or rented so why start when building my dream? So here I am trying to derive a 5 year plan for self relocation onto 10+ acres of primitive living BLISS. Wow, the variables are endless. I do like it that way.
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[16 Aug 2006|10:22pm] |
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I think the group session we had was really helpful. It would seem I was the most effected of the group. Yes, me, the one that didn't even know till after the fact, like quite a few others. Quite, uneventful, and freaked me right the FUCK out. Freaked me right out. Ok well. I'm fine physically and the psychological stuff can heal with time.
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| Emergency at the Bank |
[15 Aug 2006|10:12pm] |
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Yes, we had an emergency at the bank. No, no one is hurt, everyone is fine and it did not involve me directly. It just should have involved me. I'm lucky. I'm fine, but a little freaked out. No, I'm not aloud to discuss anymore details than that. But everyone's fine. And federally mandatory counceling will be tomorrow.
<3 lauren and her helpful not-think-about-it just do stuff-ness. And her insight of how much WORSE and more dangerous some jobs are.
Love you all. If you ask detail questions I will have to be grouchy with you.
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| I missed writing on my birthday |
[14 Aug 2006|06:58pm] |
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I just realized that for the first time since I started lj i missed posting on my birthday. Yup. As of July 10th I am 25 now. Yup and I am SO happy to be older. It's pretty wierd, I know. I REALLY like getting a bigger number for my age each year. It makes me feel kind of like I might be catching up in numbers to how I actually act in life. Makes me feel one step closer to being normal. Closer to not having people be in shock at the combination of my age and my accomplishments. Closer to exiting the commoness of jealousy in friends and aquaintances. Yeah. I really like being 25. It's awsome. I can't wait to be 26! (And beyond) But of course, that's not to wish away any time spent being alive. 25 is quite satisfactory. I am alive and loving alot of what life brings. And here's to anouther year:
A quarter century is a "quazcentennal," which I ifnd to be of great interest and a source of alot of amusement.
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[31 Jul 2006|11:58am] |
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It's been forever, yup, and this is going to be brief, too because I can't type too well. They think I tore my rotor cuff, or aggrevated an old tear from my "youth." I'll find out more tomorrow when i see the specialist. I'm missing work, I will likely need surgery. It hurts like hell. Yup. I've got a week of constant help thanks to a friend. This is the first time I had something bad happen and didn't have someone who was already around. First timre I had to go and pointedly ask for help. It's kind of crazy. I never thought being down an arm would be so much worse than being down a leg. Ok, this hurts. Bye.
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| Very good news, and a work conflict again |
[26 Apr 2006|07:35pm] |
So... I have very good news. I decided on a whim after work to go look at the today's staffing placement firm and it turns out that they have been looking for someone with my exact qualifications for almost a month and my timing was absolutely perfect because the position they were looking to fill just officially opened up. I emailed my resume and am looking forward to getting that ball rolling. It's a sales assistance job in finance that is downtown. Perfect!
But yesterday at work... well, probably is the reason I decided to go check with them today. Sonya's a bad girl. She's starting to seemingly think she's almighty and above error. Bad girl. Sonya's the bank manager.
After a loud, lengthy and unwarranted exchange with Tonee, she turned to the rest of us and said, "If you guys don't start getting in line, I'm going to start beating you guys up!" I was closest to her and very disturbed by this comment. I knew I had to say something, but I wish I would have found something better to say. My response was, "you better not because I fight back." Oh well, my intonation made it better than it looks in writting, at least. What she said wasn't good either, but it didnt' stop there. She came and stood right behind me and said, "Joanna, that doesn't even scare me." I just waited. I knew my wording was not well chosen and didn't want to make it worse. So I said nothing. After a longer pause she went on. "Joanna, what ever happened to you?" This comment then escalated into a rant, loud and public to all the employees, about how she was disapointed in how I turned out after the interveiw she had with me. How she remembered how excited she was to get me and then from the day I started permanent she says my attitude was bad. She was baiscally announcing a general dissapointment in me. Nice.
Ok, if that's really how you feel, save it for the coaching session. Yeah. And don't EVER hand out physical threats. That's unprofessional, uncalled for and I will not tolerate it. No one should expect a possitive reaction to such a statement. Even if it came out stupid, I'm glad I said something.
Today she was not in due to a meeting. Tommorow she will be. I will talk to her.
I am so excited to have nifty opportunities come up! Yay financial sales assistant. That would mean keeping my series 7, too!
I'm feeling cheery!! Kind of amazing, huh?
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| I met someone from Ukraine |
[24 Apr 2006|08:32pm] |
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Actually he lives in the Ukriane now. Very facinating. He woarked in the same city dad visited and met Tanya in, and currently lives in Kiev, where my dad has also visited. I havn't told him Tanya's last name because I'm guessing it's possible he might know her. It may even be possible he could have met or know of my dad. Met him just on a random internet encounter. It's facinating. Like your average Ukrainian, he is EXTREEMLY educated. It's very neat.
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| Some other news |
[23 Apr 2006|12:03pm] |
This might actually mean I go down to the strip and get some veggies at the veggie market. Maybe the oriental mart, too. I could bike there. It's so nice. I might park my car in lower Etna so I can not have to lug the gettings up the hill. I have a handle bar basket and a "trunk" container over the back wheel. Course the trunk has my bike rescue junk in it, too.
Yesterday I slept most of the day. Oh, I'm terrible. Always when this happens I wonder if I am sick. Or close to sick. I went to bed at midnight, woke up at maybe 2(pm) and stayed in bed till 5 falling back asleep a few times. Then I went on a bike trip and got caught in a storm. Went to John's new house and hung out and went to bed at 11pm. Today I feel fine. Woke at 9:30 and actually got up. So far I've been gardening.
This week I biked probably close to 30 miles. Went to/from work every day. And I went down to the science center yesterday. Today is a good day to bike to the strip district. Thinking it actually would be better to bike to 16th bridge via the trail. And put my rescue stuff in a bag so I can carry it with me. No theftage. I have a U lock.
I should start getting ready. ^_^
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| OMG, tax man saves me! |
[23 Apr 2006|12:02pm] |
I have a little bit of money! I can actually go get some FOOD! *squee*
This will also cover my water bill coming up. *squee* again.
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| exhausted beyond sense or definition |
[20 Apr 2006|07:59pm] |
I really should just go to bed now. Really. Now, 8pm. There are things, but I keep forgetting what I was gona say.
Chad is a different guy from those mentioned before. Apparently I really am ready to make some sort of committment again. Because I am actively involved in making connections with guys who interest me. Almost 2 years later. Bout time. Ron never called. I wonder why. Possibly shyness. Chad has a kayak in his kitchen, so on tuesday I found out I was going out on the river after work and called him. Never heard back. Yet. And yes, if I'm still in the market when I leave the bank, I will put Greg from Braddock in touch with me. He does interest me.
Dad and I were talking about realestate investment and renting. He'd be interested in retiring into a partnership with me doing investments of that sort. Cool!
Then Bina called and now I want sleep and am going to persue this desire. Good night.
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| Some things since last time |
[12 Apr 2006|10:49pm] |
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Yup, still fine. Biked 3 days in a row, to and from work, (4mi total each day) but tomorrow ain't looking so good for that. Rain. Currently I am cooking rice. Thunder storm was very nice. VERY nice. I missed alot of the good part though cuz I was shutting down the 'puter.
Now here's an oddity! Consider this: there is one bathroom scale in my house and only one. It's zero setting has remained consistently 3lbs below 0 in the past few weeks. It has not even been moved from the spot it is in for a few days. Yesterday I got on the scale and it told me I was over 175, which, given the zero reading means I was a lot closer to 180. (Which of course is bad since that's the heaviest I've ever been ever.) When I got home from work today I weighed myself and I was 165, and about 10 minutes ago I was closer to 160. And I've eaten more since previous readings and was wearing more clothing. What is going on?
I do look slimmer today than yesterday in the mirror. Need to bike LOTS more. ^_^ And keep on the Hoodia.
There is a magnetic shift going to happen during the full moon tonight. The magnetic alignment of the earth will move slightly. People are already reacting to this pending change and will be for a while. If you are in any way related to customer service, you know what I mean. Besides, wierd shit's been happening to me, too. (Fell in a creek, Henny's mom randomly called me thinking she was calling her daughter and left a message giving me the chance to talk to Hen, handed my personal card to two guys, finally got the Enterprise interview lined up, threw my WRIST out of alignment, etc though alot of this could be attributed to endorphines and stuff related to biking so much)
There are plants in the ground outside (loves Regis for his help) They are little babies under platic bottomless bottles. Butter stick squash, Bush tomatoes, Bush beans, pole beans, and Snap peas. So far. I have a whole other plot ready to till up like hell, too. Which will house more squash and bell peppers out the wazzoo. And my "strawberry tree" is not dead! YAAAAY!! It's not going to produce yet, but it's not dead. Good enough for me.
I found a great way to keep my kitty (the one in the icon) from puking all the time. (Loves Bina for her medical advise) She has two pukky issues in one cat. Deary me! She has a carbohydrate allergy. = no hard food ever. She also eats so fast she regurges. Somewhat understandable since she's usually been effectively starving due to her digestive ineptitude. So, soft food fixes the carb issues. Now, to slow the woofing of the food Bina had a new idea and it's a miracle. You should SEE the turnaround in little kitty. She's calm, not wild eyed, very content. Not starving to death slowly. I give her just a tiney spoon of soft food every 1/2 hour or so when I get home from work. Yesterday she got 4 baby spoon fulls and was a whole new cat. You could tell easily that her pain had subsided substancially. Today she successfully digested 7 spoonfulls! I feel this is a huge success. It's a bit of a hastle, but cleaning puke is a HUGE hastle, and She's a better cat for it. I want her to be happy.
Ok, I gotta go to sleep.
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| Danger will robinson... |
[08 Apr 2006|08:08pm] |
I fell in the creek.
Yes, you heard me.
Hypothermia in my lower extremities and thank God for James. That's the kind of thing that can kill you. I was a solid mile from the car, biking in dark hollow area. The car was at the tent factory by daily's. My legs were frozen and starting to cease functioning. The deep freeze was creeping into my lower abdominal area by the time I got to the car. Thank God I wasn't wearing cotton on my legs, too. That speeds the trasferal of heat away from the body by 15-20x. James gave me his hoody to wear and I just stuffed the wet cotton sweaters in my carrier on the bike. So my upper body warmed back up pretty quick.
And... my mother was "disappointed" that I didn't come to her house. I gave her an ear full.
I'm fine now. Not going outside again today. Sleeping at dad's tonight. Lucky to have made it home wtihout a hospital trip. We did have a cell phone, so a hospital was accessable.
Another warm bath is definitely in the cards.
Being home safe is a happy feeling.
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| Holy god damn! |
[04 Apr 2006|06:20pm] |
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Seriously. Not what I was expecting. The bike is at home again, but the getting of the home spot was kinda hell. Here's the play-by-play.
My car was not at any convenient location for biking today. It was at my house. Yes, at my house atop the biggest god damn hill, DAMNIT. So, I ride to the "park and ride" for bicycles and I'm wondering what to do next. My car's not there, of course. I knew it wouldn't be. So as I'd thought would be a good idea I continue along the tracks where there is no longer a rails to trails set up. None at all. And it's rough and there's this drop off beside me that basically plummits right down into the river. Yikes. And that's almost 2 miles again, I'd say. Nearly that far at least. And it spits me out some crazy-ass place I didn't know existed down under the 60th street bridge. And I've still got to back track through Etna, through Etna industrial park which I don't know my way around at all and just fuck-muddled my way around till I found a foot bridge and then an opening that involved hauling my bike over some big tall rr tracks. Before I was even in main etna. At which point I discovered my legs didn't really want to walk. Not really. They really wanted to cramp up. Which was not what I had in mind since I still had to push my bike up my hill yet. Which I did. And I'm sweaty. And I chugged a whole protien shake.
And I'm basically going to eat then do laundry then go to bed.
**snore**
But I'm amazed how much difference exercize makes when dealing in the areas of depression. Despite owies and ouches I'm in a good/amused mood. NEED to apply liniment to myself tonight or I won't be able to move tomorrow. But I'm in a good mood ^_^ Crazy stuff. I love biking. I wish my bike had more than one gear at the moment. Should have 15, but getting stuck is as getting stuck does. Need to do some lube/scrubbing of the chain and gears.
I met a very nice guy again at work today and invited him to do the venture outdoors thing in June since he has a Kayak in his kitchen. And gave him my personal card. One thing's weirding me out about that, though. His last name is the same as my mom's fiance's last name. *eep* That's wierd. I hope we can help him figure something out for his house downpayment. Nice guy.
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| where HAVE i been? |
[01 Apr 2006|10:38pm] |
Gosh, I don't even know. It has been a while.
The job search is going well. I'm taking it very seriously - finally.
Don't forget to set your clocks forwards. If your clock says 10:39 as mine currently does, make it say 11:39.
And after that you might be the type to want to go to bed.
Like me, too.
<3
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| Pigion snyper |
[23 Mar 2006|12:24am] |
They totally shut down a huge chunk of the city today because, in the end, it was only a guy with a bbgun on the roof shooting pigeons.
They thought he was trying to snype us. Entire downtown on lockdown.
Tomorrow I must remember to retain the a section of the paper for history sake.
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| It would seem |
[21 Mar 2006|10:00pm] |
Seems that because I did not get a credit card in college I can not get one now.
For any students, PLEASE think about that. Building credit is important. Even if you just get your parents to get one in your name (if you trust them with money) in hind sight it would have been a very smart move to do that.
No one will give me a card because I've not had a card before. If I were a student getting a card would be an automatic.
*sigh*
Guess I'm stuck with shitty store credit.
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