You should know that I'm a card carrying Agnostic with a capital "A". Ha... agnostics don't really carry membership cards per say, but we are definitely not bible beaters types nor are we atheists. And it seems we are perturbed by both of those parties to some degree, so when we meet a fellow claimant, we give that person the benefit of the doubt as well as a long hard skeptical look.
I think Catholicism is the longest running joke humanity had ever experienced. It's archaic, ritualistic, and it's believed to associate itself with the most pedophiles in any organization ever next to maybe... NAMBLA.
Recognize the bobbing, weaving smoking receptacle the head honchos carry around? It's burning incense. In the good old bad old days, it was used to perfume the air in an attempt to cover the odoriferous scents of the flock because regular personal hygiene hadn't been invented yet. Actually, neither had indoor plumbing and running water.
And you can thank the catholics contributing specifically to the overpopulation the states of New Jersey, New York, and Florida because any effective and chemical form of birth control is out the window. Science be damned.
What I especially enjoy is that as a catholic, you can attend church regularly, confess your sins to an official of the clergy cloaked in secrecy and repent. In my eyes, these are religiously sanctioned therapy sessions. You make your donation before you leave, light a candle and ten "hail Mary's mother of Jesus" exclamations later - taadaa! - you're a nice, clean fresh soul once more and on your marry way.
I kind of feel sorry for the clueless flock of sheep who just don't get the fact that religion was created to unify the gods and control the unruly masses of the dark ages. Do you remember the dark ages? Not a very nice time to be roaming the earth, let me tell you. Plague, pestilence, and a general malaise over a population in transition from being nomadic peoples wandering about raping and pillaging to village dwellers farming crops living in more permanent structures that weren't allowed to rape and pillage their own lest they be stoned or damned, or burned at the stake, etc etc all sorts of disgusting torture techniques used at the time. Think about it - it's depressing to have to stay in one place. The entire travel industry exists just on this premise!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Earthquake
Sunny Southern California experienced an earthquake at 10:42AM. 5.6 centered in Chino Hills.
I was in Simi Valley at the time at work and it felt like a rolling wave of energy. Because it was considered a natural disaster, it was my duty to make sure staff was O.K., secure the area, and then report to DC. Since the phones went out (both the landlines and the cell phones), I had to make my report via email. An hour later, all the staff was back from lunch and I did a facility assessment. We had 6 light tubes go out and a plastic cover on one of the lights popped off, but had no real damage.
But not so in Corona where my co-worker learned that at his mom's house, a chandelier positioned in the stairwell came crashing down from the ceiling. That had to be dramatic.
My manager called later to commiserate - I mean it's the least she can do from her road trip to DC.
My son slept through the entire thing. He didn't even stir to get then phone after I called twice. Nice.
I was in Simi Valley at the time at work and it felt like a rolling wave of energy. Because it was considered a natural disaster, it was my duty to make sure staff was O.K., secure the area, and then report to DC. Since the phones went out (both the landlines and the cell phones), I had to make my report via email. An hour later, all the staff was back from lunch and I did a facility assessment. We had 6 light tubes go out and a plastic cover on one of the lights popped off, but had no real damage.
But not so in Corona where my co-worker learned that at his mom's house, a chandelier positioned in the stairwell came crashing down from the ceiling. That had to be dramatic.
My manager called later to commiserate - I mean it's the least she can do from her road trip to DC.
My son slept through the entire thing. He didn't even stir to get then phone after I called twice. Nice.
Monday, July 28, 2008
In case of choking, don't do this
I came home to find that my son sounded quite congested like he had gotten sick from who knows where doing who knows what. But then he proceeded to tell me this story...
My son, a poor college student, eats ramen noodles a lot. It seems to be the unofficial food of college students everywhere. He buys it by the case. He had prepared himself two packages for lunch and the consistency the way he likes to eat it is that of runny spaghetti.
So somehow while eating this, probably way too fast, he started to choke on noodles because it was going down his windpipe. He coughed, then tried to catch his breathe again and when he did, he sucked a noodle up the back of his throat and into his right sinus cavity. Gross.
He said the sensation he felt was disturbing. I can only imagine. As a mom, what to do stumped me. I had never had to deal with an issue like this, so I referred to the Internet. I googled "noodle in sinus cavity". Sure enough- people had this affliction before and had suggested home remedies to dislodge said noodle.
1)blow your nose
2)sneeze
3)irrigate your nose using a rubber bulb syringe and sterile saline solution
It seems a combination of all three finally worked for my son and because he was up so late trying to get the noodle to come out of his nose, he was out like a light for the earthquake that occured the next day (see next entry).
My son, a poor college student, eats ramen noodles a lot. It seems to be the unofficial food of college students everywhere. He buys it by the case. He had prepared himself two packages for lunch and the consistency the way he likes to eat it is that of runny spaghetti.
So somehow while eating this, probably way too fast, he started to choke on noodles because it was going down his windpipe. He coughed, then tried to catch his breathe again and when he did, he sucked a noodle up the back of his throat and into his right sinus cavity. Gross.
He said the sensation he felt was disturbing. I can only imagine. As a mom, what to do stumped me. I had never had to deal with an issue like this, so I referred to the Internet. I googled "noodle in sinus cavity". Sure enough- people had this affliction before and had suggested home remedies to dislodge said noodle.
1)blow your nose
2)sneeze
3)irrigate your nose using a rubber bulb syringe and sterile saline solution
It seems a combination of all three finally worked for my son and because he was up so late trying to get the noodle to come out of his nose, he was out like a light for the earthquake that occured the next day (see next entry).
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Sunday
Another Sunday full of rituals. I woke up, got up, brushed my teeth and hair looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. I fussed with my hair a bit thinking of how I told my hair dresser I only wash it once a week now trying not to lather up the shampoo so much and how he commented that the texture had changed for the better. My eyebrows need tending. While relieving myself, I thought it would be nice to have something new to read. Continuing to read my copy of 1000 places to see before you die, which now sits on the bathroom counter, only reminds me that I haven't traveled enough during my brief existence on this earth. I wash my hands and then wash my face and neck with an Olay facial cloth I retrieved from under the bathroom sink. I put up my hair into a clip and find my glasses.
The Sunday paper was waiting for me on the front door step. After walking into the living room half-dressed in my white bikini underwear and tie-dye tank top, I opened the front door slightly and felt the cool morning air flow over my body. From my cracked open front door view, I can see two women at the bus stop across the street. I decide to put on shorts and retreat back to my bedroom to find them.
Once dressed, I retrieve the Sunday newspaper, close the front door and then go to back to sit on my bed and page through everything that catches my attention. In my minds eye, I can see him- he is stretched out on the left side of my bed with his ankles crossed, arms folded slightly lying on his left side, and the shine of the skin on his right shin coming from the reflection of the sun coming through the open patio door. As my eyes travel over his body looking from his feet to his face, I see he's wearing blue shorts and a white tank top and napping with a peaceful look upon his face.
I looked away from him to sort out the coupons from the rest of the newspaper and ads. I heared the slight russle of the pillow upon the bed and then the crackle of his morning voice fill my ears saying, "Hey you..."
The Sunday paper was waiting for me on the front door step. After walking into the living room half-dressed in my white bikini underwear and tie-dye tank top, I opened the front door slightly and felt the cool morning air flow over my body. From my cracked open front door view, I can see two women at the bus stop across the street. I decide to put on shorts and retreat back to my bedroom to find them.
Once dressed, I retrieve the Sunday newspaper, close the front door and then go to back to sit on my bed and page through everything that catches my attention. In my minds eye, I can see him- he is stretched out on the left side of my bed with his ankles crossed, arms folded slightly lying on his left side, and the shine of the skin on his right shin coming from the reflection of the sun coming through the open patio door. As my eyes travel over his body looking from his feet to his face, I see he's wearing blue shorts and a white tank top and napping with a peaceful look upon his face.
I looked away from him to sort out the coupons from the rest of the newspaper and ads. I heared the slight russle of the pillow upon the bed and then the crackle of his morning voice fill my ears saying, "Hey you..."
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Gelatin
Agitated gelatin jiggling on plate. You can picture exactly what that looks like in your minds eye if you've ever ate the stuff. I think that's kind of what happened to my brain inside my skull on the day I was hit from behind in my auto accident on the freeway. While I was talking to the Mercury Rep reporting my claim Wednesday night, I was speaking slower than I ever had before. Then, I noticed on the day after it happened, my speech was slurred and I couldn't find the words I wanted to say. I must of had a slight concussion. It was kind of disturbing to realize this, so for the rest of the day I tried to sit still and be quiet.
So I did not have to make the long drive on a Saturday morning to work overtime in order to shift loans into the new vault space this weekend, I decided to stay in Simi Valley overnight and got myself a hotel room at the aptly named Grand View Hotel. It's located on a hill and so it's true - it's got a grand view of the valley below. Most rooms also look out onto the pool area as well. It reminded me a lot of the tourist type of hotels you go to that are kinda old, kinda worn out and could use a good cleaning. One good thing though - it was fairly quiet, so I was able to catch up on some much needed rest.
I felt pretty good in the morning, took a hot shower, but discovered while getting dressed that my knee was still too sore to wear my jeans to work. Awh. Maybe next week.
So I did not have to make the long drive on a Saturday morning to work overtime in order to shift loans into the new vault space this weekend, I decided to stay in Simi Valley overnight and got myself a hotel room at the aptly named Grand View Hotel. It's located on a hill and so it's true - it's got a grand view of the valley below. Most rooms also look out onto the pool area as well. It reminded me a lot of the tourist type of hotels you go to that are kinda old, kinda worn out and could use a good cleaning. One good thing though - it was fairly quiet, so I was able to catch up on some much needed rest.
I felt pretty good in the morning, took a hot shower, but discovered while getting dressed that my knee was still too sore to wear my jeans to work. Awh. Maybe next week.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Today: not so good
Today was going just fine. I had gotten to work in a flash - :55 minutes instead of the usual hour and a half. It was before 7AM when I walked through the double doors.
Today I went to lunch with the supervisor of the project manager that I'm under at work. Rare, because they are based in D.C. We ate at TGI Fridays. I had the steak salad. Then after I got back to the office, I pooed 4 times. Geesh.
Today I wrote a stupid comment to a friend on Myspace and after reading it and realizing what I said, asked for it to be deleted. Then I was humiliated even more by having to explain my stupid comment before it was deleted. Geesh.
Today I got a phone call from my co-worker at 5:15PM as I was hopping into my car to make my trek home. His car died on the 405 freeway. Crap. He was able to coast off onto the right shoulder safely though. Good.
And the #1 pisser of the day:
I was rear-ended on the 5 south freeway 2 exits north of the 134. Oh, I'm O.K.. I just got a banged up and scrapped knee and a mild concussion. The car is drivable, but didn't fare so well.
Today I went to lunch with the supervisor of the project manager that I'm under at work. Rare, because they are based in D.C. We ate at TGI Fridays. I had the steak salad. Then after I got back to the office, I pooed 4 times. Geesh.
Today I wrote a stupid comment to a friend on Myspace and after reading it and realizing what I said, asked for it to be deleted. Then I was humiliated even more by having to explain my stupid comment before it was deleted. Geesh.
Today I got a phone call from my co-worker at 5:15PM as I was hopping into my car to make my trek home. His car died on the 405 freeway. Crap. He was able to coast off onto the right shoulder safely though. Good.
And the #1 pisser of the day:
I was rear-ended on the 5 south freeway 2 exits north of the 134. Oh, I'm O.K.. I just got a banged up and scrapped knee and a mild concussion. The car is drivable, but didn't fare so well.
Blue
Blue is my favorite color. Has been for quite a long time. It pops up in my life frequently, so it must be other peoples favorite color, too.
I drive a blue car. My Chevy Equinox is actually my second blue car.
Last night, I was watching the Family Feud and one of the questions at the final round was, "Name a powerful color a man might wear"... I think that was the gist of the question. The number one answer was blue but the contestants gave the answers black and red.
I noticed many of the songs I listen to have the word blue in them. Just think morning I listened on the way to work, "Mr. Blue Sky" by ELO, and "Blue Morning, Blue Day" by Foreigner. I even know of a musician named Bleu. I think I might compile a mix CD for the car like that - just because.
I wear blue jeans, I eat blueberries, and I prefer writing with a blue ink pen over any other color. I rather see the blue sky instead of looking at the green ocean. Yeah, it looks green in California. If you want to look at a blue ocean, you'd have to travel to Hawaii or the Caribbean.
I drive a blue car. My Chevy Equinox is actually my second blue car.
Last night, I was watching the Family Feud and one of the questions at the final round was, "Name a powerful color a man might wear"... I think that was the gist of the question. The number one answer was blue but the contestants gave the answers black and red.
I noticed many of the songs I listen to have the word blue in them. Just think morning I listened on the way to work, "Mr. Blue Sky" by ELO, and "Blue Morning, Blue Day" by Foreigner. I even know of a musician named Bleu. I think I might compile a mix CD for the car like that - just because.
I wear blue jeans, I eat blueberries, and I prefer writing with a blue ink pen over any other color. I rather see the blue sky instead of looking at the green ocean. Yeah, it looks green in California. If you want to look at a blue ocean, you'd have to travel to Hawaii or the Caribbean.
A Blaze
I got to work today in :55 minutes. Crazy fast. I was debating whether I should go get breakfast at Millie's (I love-love-love their country style potatoes), but I really wasn't that hungry. I had a big dinner the night before. I ate one bowl of Or-Ida Onion flavored tater tots and then a little later, a bowl of strawberry frosted mini wheats. Cereal in the evening works better for me than cereal in the AM because I don' want to have to pull off the freeway on the way to work inorder to relieve myself and be late for work. So cereal in the PM it is for now.
My co-worker was the same way today. He said there were no issues on his drive up the 405 either. So now we sit here and cruise the internet until the staff arrives and work comes in.
My co-worker was the same way today. He said there were no issues on his drive up the 405 either. So now we sit here and cruise the internet until the staff arrives and work comes in.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Things that make me happy
Farmers Markets!
See:
1. Orange County Certified Farmer's Markets List
**Plus**
Fullerton Certified Farmers Market
When: Wednesdays from 8 a.m.-2 p.m
Where: Independence Park, 801 W. Valencia Drive
2. Los Angeles County Certified Farmer's Markets List
See:
1. Orange County Certified Farmer's Markets List
**Plus**
Fullerton Certified Farmers Market
When: Wednesdays from 8 a.m.-2 p.m
Where: Independence Park, 801 W. Valencia Drive
2. Los Angeles County Certified Farmer's Markets List
The Official Bug of Summer
I got atleast two mosquitoe bites last night in my sleep. Dang it. They itch like hell.
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