Bad Luck Revisited

Come on Good Luck Charm, work some magic.
The latest on my apparent string of supremely bad luck: My charming boyfriend and I took a trip to my family's vacaction home in Lake Whitney TX (not actually IN the lake, but NEAR the lake in a small residential area). We have been talking about taking this trip for months and have never had a good opportunity but Christmas vacations from both of our jobs presented the perfect moment so we took off on a day's notice. My parents warned me that my 23 year old brother had been the last person to visit the house and that it was in pretty bad shape after he and his friends had their way with it, but I was completely unprepared for what I found...lets just say a good portion of our romantic weekend was spent cleaning bugs, urine, and other science class worthy specimens from various corners of the house.
And yet...we managed to have a smashing good time. When we arrived back at my apartment, we were still having such a great time, being romantic and sweet and spontaneous. Moments later I lay bleeding on the floor after sustaining a head wound.

Its not really that bad. We were kissing and he pressed me against the door, a door we thought was closed. It actually was not latched and I fell straight backward, bashing my head against the corner of the coffee table. I fought going to the hospital but was finally convinced to go and had 4 staples put into my head (which we have to remove ourselves in approx 10 days). It doesn't hurt but its beginning to itch which may be because it is healing or because the doctor stapled hair into the gash. God Bless Modern Medicine.

Bad Luck Comes a Knockin and Finds Me, Sadly, At Home, Unawares

Aack! I must need a major feng shui makeover or something, I can't quite figure it out. I try and concentrate on the positive things in life, try to direct my energy in positive channels, try to keep my bank account in the positive and my working relationships positive as well.

All have tragically gone to hell in a handbasket in the last week, and I'd just like to dwell on it a little while, thank you very much. And yes, I think it WILL make me feel better if I think about these things over which I have no control.

Most present in my mind is the fact that I lost my cell phone and am thus disconnected from the world for the next 5-7 business days. Then the phone company tried to tell me I didn't have insurance on my account...seems when I updated my account last month to include a new mailing address, they removed my insurance as well. They also don't carry the model of phone I had anymore, so I'm being sent a different kind of phone, for which I will have to purchase all new accessories. I finally talked them into applying the insurance to my replacement phone, but I still have to pay a $50 deductible. Watch me find the damn thing next week.

I've also overdrawn my checking account this month as I didn't go to the bank last night, opting instead to spend several hours tracing my steps trying to find my lost phone. The big thing sucking my fundage dry is a $200 deposit I was required to put down for electricity at my new apartment even though I have had an electric account with the city for almost 2 years (WTF). Its apparently refundable after 6 months.

I'll be lain off from my job in 3 weeks. Of course I've known this is coming for some time, just had hoped I'd have a new position lined up...obviously I don't yet.

These are just a few of the things that have been bumming me out. They're so unimportant and I hate that they have such an impact on my daily functioning.

Next I expect Bush to declare himself Emperor or Czar and make everyone convert to Orthodox Catholicism. Okay, maybe that's going a little far. It will probably just rain this weekend or something. Oh well,
Doom and Gloom Out.

Sometimes I wish people would get what they deserve

I'm all for Kinky

Kinky Friedman has officially announced his intent to run for governor of Texas.

Can I get a hell yeah?

Not familiar with the Kinkster? Read about him in the New Yorker www.newyorker.com/printables/fact/050822fa_fact

Check this Out!

www.okcupid.com/politics
Visit this link for an interesting political test. I've always felt my ideologies didn't really match either the Republican or the Democratic ideologies. So where do I fall in the party system?

Social/Economic Liberal.

Identity Crisis

I may be having a major identity crisis. I'm not sure because if I am its still in the early stages. For the first time either ever or in a really long time I'm really feeling massive pressure from all different directions to change many aspects of my life, and I don't like the way it makes me feel.

Faceless

Digital cameras are great.

I never was much of one for taking photos of friends, family, or of having my own photo taken. I don't know if this stems from my mom and dad not taking very many photos of me growing up. I seem to remember it was always a really big deal to bring a camera along anywhere. Most of the time when I have a camera I don't take any photos with it. To give you an idea: the last roll of film I developed had photos from various events spanning over a year. That's how long it took me to take 24 exposures.

Now that I dished out the clams for a shiny new digital version, I'm bound and determined to take more photos when-ever-y-where. Which brings me to something I hate:

People who cover their faces when you try to take their photo. The camera cannot capture your soul, so please don't irritate me by depriving me of a non-flawed image (upper left may look like he's taking an innocent drink from his cup, but this was merely a prop).

You Cannot Eat Soup With Chopsticks

Last weekend I helped my friend Shannon move into her new duplex. I managed to take a lovely picture of the moving truck instead of the house. I especially love her yards, both back and front. When you live in apartments for a long time you rationalize that yards are a lot of work, they're not really that important, etc. When you have a yard (not just a patio) with some shrubbery and trees and dirt, the possibilities are limitless. I find a certain calm and sense of accomplishment when working in my yard even though its very small and currently very ugly. I can physically affect a more asthetic view just by moving some dirt and plants around. I can help things grow. Its a very empowering activity.

PS, I fell out of the moving truck and landed on my bottom. Just stepped right out of it backwards and missed the ground with my foot. No serious injuries were obtained.

Last night I went to the Longbranch, an east Austin dive bar, and checked out my pal Carolyn Merriman's band the Baby Girls. I had two.5 too many beers and felt all achy and gross today. I remember thinking the band was really good, but since I don't go for live music that much (too loud) its hard to tell.

I've been looking at random people's blogs and I especially love the ones where the blogger is very nearly illiterate and runs all their words together and spells almost every other word using acronyms and emoticons. It reminds me of the notes we would pass in middles school. Then you look at the person's profile and they're like, 32. Is typing really so difficult that you can't manage to spell a complete word?

There is something supremely satisfying in the semi-voyeuristic nature of reading other people's blogs. If you're reading mine you should be warned now that I am prone to being pretentious. I also don't allow anonymous comments, because if you can say (type) it you can own up to it and if you can't own up to it keep it to yourself. Remember the proverbial If you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all?

OMFG!! its liek 8pm n i gotta go lev work cuz i got 2 mcuh to do and get ppl some bday gifts :-p noone is 2 perfect 2 make mistakes and dat includes u so dont be a hater - out-T

Justice is Blind

And additionally, it seems, deaf. I have received my first summons for Jury Duty, and despite my best efforts to appeal the assignment, I will be required to show up sometime during the 2nd week of December, which is coincidentally a very important, can't-really-miss-it week at work. I felt that I explained myself very well, but the folks down at the court house just could not quite wrap their brains around the fact that I do not hold a conventional job and cannot "take a few days off". My work does not wait, and if I am absent my work must continue without me so that deadlines may be met. I would not have a job to go back to not because I had been fired but because the job itself was over and done.

What to do...

According to my very wise boyfriend, I should relax and not allow myself to be stressed about it. He tells me having panic attacks (to which I sometimes succumb) get me nowhere and only compound the problems. So I exhale and follow the instructions I already knew but sometimes just need to hear.

Today I am trying a new dish, Chicken Korma. I have never been a huge fan of Indian cuisine. In high school I had an Indian friend whose mother would always prepare foods fiery and incompatible with my tender palate.
Since then I have avoided it, but the rest of the people in my office like Indian food, so I have been forced to give it another try. I have made an excellent choice in this curry and am enjoying it very much. So go to the Clay Pit in Austin and try it yourself.

Ha Ha now I have a blog too!

I enter this with an open mind. We'll see how it goes.