Beach Bum Tour - days 1 and 2
musings under the sky...things that rattle around in my head...and make you rattle yours.
musings by Dreama at 12/22/2008 07:52:00 a.m. 2 words of wisdom
I have no idea if I have mentioned that I am going travelling for Christmas. My 22 year old daughter and I are going travelling together again. She's such a good travel companion, and we have such fun times. It's weird...we can barely live together but we travel together very well...
And so the plan is, I will pick her up in Vancouver, and we head south through Washington, Oregon along the coast, and then head inland towards Carson City, Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, and then head southwest to Tijuana. We leave Tijuana and spend a few nights in San Diego, then off to San Francisco for a few days, after which we head north again, stopping in Olympia before hitting Vancouver. Christmas in Vegas, watching Cirque de Soleil's Beatles Love...can't friggin wait. New Years in San Francisco, so that should be interesting. We'll be staying in hostels and campgrounds, so sure to have a few adventures along the way. Neither of us have been in that neck of the country, so looking forward to exploring it together.
And that is the plan...Stormy's are yet to be determined...
musings by Dreama at 12/02/2008 08:42:00 p.m. 0 words of wisdom
So I woke up this morning with an excruciating pain in my shoulder. I didn't feel it when I lay still, as in SLEEP. But as soon as I went to prop myself up to swing my legs over the edge of the bed, YOWWWWWWSSSSSERRRR!!!!!! And then something a little more colorful...my neighbors may think Henry has moved back in. No, it was my shoulder. Sigh...what now? I didn't have to work this morning, so that was a relief. I didn't know what struck my shoulder, but at least I had a few hours to find out what I could do. Some ibuprofen and I went back to bed to sleep it off. Well that didn't work. Sigh...now what? I was expecting someone to stop by to look at the treadmill. I needed to get showered and dressed...that was interesting...I couldn't raise my arm more than a few inches, so had to do everything one handed - wash my hair, do up my friggin bra, put on socks...amazing how much we depend on the use of both hands.
I finally get myself dressed, a few squeals and screams later, and I was out the door to the hospital to get my shoulder checked out. I couldn't get in to see my own doc until mid-December...So I had just cleaned off the car, wrangled my seat belt on (now isn't THAT a challenge, with just my right hand to use...). and started to pull out when my phone rang. It was the gal who wanted the treadmill...sigh. Ok, I agreed to wait for her, as she was just coming into town from another community, and the roads were bad. I believed that. The roads ARE shit. Anyhow...now I have to take off the seatbelt, unravel my long hair from the seatbelt as it rolls back into the car...
So I sell the treadmill, she carts it off (with little help from me and my bloody shoulder) and get back into the car, wrangle the damn seatbelt back on again, and it's off to the hospital I go, driving with one hand. Good thing it's my left shoulder...I drive a stick.
Of course, going to the emergency department of any hospital is never quick. Even in small town northern Canada, you can still waste hours and hours. I arrived at 11:45am. I didn't get seen until about 3:30pm. I was at least shown to a chair behind a curtain, so I could nap and drool in private...They took an x-ray (had to take my shirt and bra off...not EASY!) and before I knew it, handsome doc was telling me a tale of woe about my shoulder. Calcified tendonitis. Nothing serious, but painful as shit. Treat with ice and ibuprofen...damn, not even some good drugs to go with it. So back to the car, wrangle the seatbelt on, and off to work I go.
Two separate home visits, and a stop for supper, that's 6 more times I had to wrangle that God damn seatbelt on...I came home and all I wanted to do put on my pyjamas and put my hair in a pony tail...neither of which was easy, and I couldn't manage the ponytail first or last...dammit. Now I will be choking on my hair all night...or strangling in it.
Thank Christ Monday is nearly over...
musings by Dreama at 11/24/2008 08:43:00 p.m. 2 words of wisdom
Been so busy and preoccupied lately, my blog has been completely ignored. I'm moving, again. Sigh...I am comfortable with the decision to move, but it doesn't make it any less work. Packing, sorting, moving shit around...seems to be an endless job of late. Hardly time to think it seems. Stormy appears to be fairly unaffected so far by the increase in activity in the apartment, though he has taken to scampering out into the hallway when someone comes, taking off down through the building. And he was never a cat to escape before...probably has a lot to do with all the traffic through here lately with folks coming to pick stuff up. I'm down to the bare basics now, so just lots of PILES of stuff. A pile to go to the Salvation Army second hand store, a pile for the car, a pile left to pack, and a pile to throw out. At least the piles are getting smaller...I also have a pile of boxes that need to be mailed.
Living surrounded by chaos has not been without affect on me though...I hate it! Can't wait to get on the road with A. for our Christmas holidays down the west coast to Tijuana. Whoo friggin whoo! A. has done most of the planning, and I booked all the hostels yesterday. We're hoping for good weather and can only imagine what adventures we shall encounter along our journey. \
I will miss Stormy. He is going out on the plane from Prince George to Halifax to spend Christmas with my folks. Hopefully he doesn't make a pest of himself and enjoys some time with my neice, Miss O. She has met him before and saw him when he was just a kitten. I bought him a sweater today, but it was too small, so I have to bring it back and get another. It looked darn cute on him, but he hated it..acted like it paralyzed him...such drama! I will return it tomorrow and get a bigger one. After I ship him out I won't see him until mid-January when I get out there. I also bought a heated/massaging seat cushion for A.'s car. I may try it out, but won't need it once I move east. She can certainly use it in the Yukon.
It does feel good to be rid of so much of my stuff...
musings by Dreama at 11/23/2008 04:17:00 p.m. 4 words of wisdom
I will seek and find you.
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.
All my love,
The Flu
musings by Dreama at 11/02/2008 07:53:00 a.m. 0 words of wisdom
oh, and adios, while we're at it. I listed Henry today in the local trader magazine, online. It wasn't long before I had a call from a middle aged couple from Newfoundland who wanted to take him. I knew I couldn't take him when I move, so needed to get him in with someone else, so thankfully a nice lady came and picked him up. So this is a Happy Halloween indeed. Goodbye Henry! Have fun in your new home. Now it's just me and Stormy. The boy.
musings by Dreama at 10/31/2008 08:53:00 p.m. 0 words of wisdom
Yeah. Necessary EVIL. I hate them. And I hate that 90% of the people working there can't fucking speak English. Had a fun go-round with Bell Expressvu's call centre tonight. Sigh. So I received about a dozen or so automated phone messages telling me to replace my smart card. It's just a card that goes into the receiver, looks like a debit card or a hotel room card key. Trouble was, I didn't get the new smart card until about 5 messages in. So I finally get the damn card and follow the simple instructions to replace it. It went relatively smoothly. I called Bell Expressvu to confirm what I was doing was right, because I didn't want to take the card out (which I had never done in my life) and lose all my programming. They talked me through it, and my programming was up and running again in minutes. Groovy.
Trouble was, I kept getting the fucking phonecalls to replace my smart card AND then messages on my receiver, popping up over any program I was watching, telling me to replace my smart card. WTF? So tonight I decided to call them again, and as them, what the hell, people? Of course I got an immigrant who couldn't speak English. He stumbled through the process, told me that the card I had in there was the old one, and to put the new one in. WHAT? I told him I already did that, and had actually already confirmed with someone that the new one was in there. Apparently it wasn't. The card that came with my receiver when I bought it was the new one. They sent me an old one. Great. Ok, so I went through the process AGAIN. He tells me the card is now activated. A message on the screen says the card is being activated and warns me not to touch anything. Don't worry, I won't! Then call centre idiot tries to hook me up with some new programming, "never before seen in Canada!". Fuck off (I didn't say that out loud). If anything, I want to trim down my programming because I don't get a chance to watch it all. I only upped my package for my housesitter this summer. And now I'm moving again, and am too busy to sit around watching ALL the channels. So please reduce my package, please. Idiot tries to sell me the new and improved package again. Fuck off. I am not interested. So Idiot puts me on hold, allegedly for just a few minutes. 10 minutes later we were disconnected. Idiot. Whatever, I'll change the programming some other day. Now let me get back to Grey's Anatomy.
Um, where did all my channels go? I have just 8 or so channels...instead of about 600...WTF? Sigh...I can't believe I have to call those idiots again. I wait for 2 hours as he said, to let all the programming download...2 hours later, and I still have 8 channels. Ok, I can't believe I'm doing it but I am calling them again. Another fucking person who can't speak English...and hers is even worse than the previous idiot. Better still, she's copping an attitude, and talked over me constantly throughout the call! Anytime I tried started to talk, she talked right over me, and dismissed what I said. I explained to her that I had called twice before, and was told each time the card was activated. I asked her why she kept talking over me and didn't let me speak. She told me she did this because I didn't have anything new to say. Um, WHAT? Listen you snotty bitch, I am a loyal customer and you are insulting me, ignoring me, and being rude to me? (I didn't say that out loud...I am generally not as pissy out loud as I tend to be in my head). She promised that my card had indeed been activated. I asked her if there were any notes saying this had already been done twice before. She said "no". Fuck. Great. I asked her then if she was going to put any notes in, or would I be calling back for a fourth time to do this yet AGAIN. She assured me that she was, and that I could destroy my old card. Yeah, right lady. Like I'm going to trust you any more than I trusted the previous two idiots. Fuck off. I think I'll keep the card and see if you did your job tonight or just dinked me around like the other two assholes.
Sigh...call centres. And don't even get me started on the voice activated menus Bell has...they didn't recognize me saying the word ENGLISH, so put me into a Spanish menu...Jaysus H. Christ. And I can SPEAK English.
musings by Dreama at 10/23/2008 11:02:00 p.m. 1 words of wisdom
musings by Dreama at 10/18/2008 11:16:00 a.m. 0 words of wisdom
So to speak. I choked down 5 bottles of the lemon mix, the cayenne tablets, the senna, and followed that up with two giant size slices of pizza...yeah, pizza. I lasted until about 7:15pm. I rethought the whole idea and decided it was not the right time or cleanse for my particular body. With my fibromyalgia, bursitis, and knack this year for getting colds (5 so far!!!) I didn't feel I needed to tempt fate further by compromising my immune system with 10 days without eating. Granted, eating pizza is not particularly healthy...so my new plan is to buy more healthy foods when I go grocery shopping this Friday, and just eat healthy, get on the treadmill regularly, and just take better general care of myself instead. Let's see how that plan works.
And how did I feel today? Well, I managed the drinks well enough, but about 2pm my stomach started to roll, rather, LURCH as it all churned around down there, and because my bursitis was so bad this morning, I ended up taking some Tylenol and ibuprofen for it (it's the only over the counter combo that works) and the ibuprofen is likely what contributed to the lurch. I also have a pounding headache, which is normal for caffeine withdrawal, except I don't drink tea or coffee, and am not addicted to Coke or Pepsi (like my sis).
So there you have it. Master Cleanse - 1, Me - 0.
musings by Dreama at 10/15/2008 06:33:00 p.m. 1 words of wisdom
musings by Dreama at 10/13/2008 08:45:00 p.m. 0 words of wisdom
musings by Dreama at 10/10/2008 06:56:00 p.m. 2 words of wisdom
That's the cancer my dad was diagnosed with this week. It's in his bowel. They don't think surgery is an option at this point. They do think it's been there a while, growing silently. If he had a colonscopy 10 years ago, they might have found polyps and could have removed them before they became cancerous. Anyone over 50 should get a colonscopy, whether they have any symptoms or not. It could make a world of difference.
musings by Dreama at 10/01/2008 09:28:00 p.m. 0 words of wisdom
So some I got this email in my box today...lol...only a complete idiot would fall for this. It's like writing a letter to your teacher and signing it, Tom's Dad...it was so bad, I had to post it, with annotations...
Dear account holder, (ok, it's not in capital letters, for one...)
We are constantly working to ensure security by regularly screening the accounts in our system. (and randomly emailing people we don't know) We recently reviewed your account, and we need more information to help us provide you with secure service. Until we can collect this information, your access to sensitive account features (like WHAT?) will be limited. We would like to restore your access as soon as possible, and we apologize for the inconvenience.
How can I restore my account access?
Please visit the Resolution Center (who knows where this would take you - I deleted the link) and complete the "Steps to Remove Limitations."
Completing all of the checklist items will automatically restore your account access.
Sincerely,
Account Department. (not only is there a period, which doesn't belong there, it is capitalized...but account holder isn't. What a bunch of friggin idiots.)
musings by Dreama at 9/29/2008 06:56:00 p.m. 0 words of wisdom
musings by Dreama at 9/28/2008 10:27:00 a.m. 0 words of wisdom
So I'm glad I didn't give him away now. I would have missed out on a really nice cat. And isn't he so very photogenic? What a chameleon...or is he a comedian? He sure makes me laugh, and has certainly changed over the course of the past few months.
musings by Dreama at 9/22/2008 09:30:00 p.m. 0 words of wisdom
musings by Dreama at 9/20/2008 06:52:00 p.m. 0 words of wisdom
musings by Dreama at 9/09/2008 06:48:00 a.m. 0 words of wisdom
It began with gathering what I would need - a yoga mat, a blanket, a chair, and a belt/scarf. I also needed to reposition the telly a bit so I could see what the heck Leann was doing. The cats were rather interested in what I was up to. I spread the yoga mat on the floor, and they immediately moved in - "mat? for me? how nice of you! Let me go spread myself and my fur all over it". I shooed them away by flicking a couple of toy mice in another direction.
Forget it, what I was doing was clearly more interesting. "What is she doing on the floor? I should go walk over her so she knows that I am here. Let me begin with stepping over her face, lingering every so slightly so she can smell my belly."
We began with breathing exercises. It was hard to concentrate on breathing in and out, being mindful of the path my breaths were taking...when I'm shoving cats out of my face, kicking at Henry to stop clawing at my yoga mat, and trying to hear what Leann is telling me. They finally relent and opt to observe from just off the yoga mat. Fine. Improvement.
I found the pose for the breathing exercise to be somewhat excruciating, due to my lower back pain. I'll have to find a way to resolve that...and playing hookey from physio probably wasn't a good idea.
Then we were into cat/dog pose, child pose, mountain pose, and sunrise pose. Yoga may look like a lot of standing and sitting around, but I was sweating by the time we were done. Leann assures me that I will get better at it with time and practice. I'm sure she is right...but my body is disagreeing with Leann at the moment.
Yoga, day one, complete.
musings by Dreama at 9/02/2008 06:09:00 a.m. 1 words of wisdom
musings by Dreama at 9/01/2008 05:44:00 p.m. 0 words of wisdom
musings by Dreama at 8/22/2008 04:43:00 p.m. 0 words of wisdom
I then left M.'s to head back down to where my parents were, spending another night in the tiny community before we headed back towards Dartmouth the following day. We stopped along the way to visit some relatives I hadn't seen in a while, and landed at home later that night.
musings by Dreama at 8/21/2008 05:02:00 p.m. 0 words of wisdom
I had the pleasure of sitting down with a former professor and sharing a research idea I had. He took my information down, and my cards and offered to see what he could do to see it get off the ground. I wasn't expecting to present the idea, but we found ourselves in conversation, and it spilled out...we also had a grand conversation about the north, and he shared with me a hair raising tale of paddling the Yukon River...with absolutely no prior experience about 30 years ago.
I also managed to squeeze in a short jaunt to Len's Mill Store to score some good linen fabric. Tomorrow I'll be making some skirts. I also scored more fabric today in Halifax. As well, I picked up a couple of t-shirts, one from the Sociology Society. I used to be a member when I was doing my first degree, and hung out in the Soc Society office to offer help to other students. Sometimes I forget that I am more than a social worker...I am also a sociologist...heh heh. I LOVE people watching...
I checked out the library where I spent so many hours too, often with my good friend N. We usually stayed until it closed, at 1:00am, during exam time. We would load up on Pringles and Snapple, and head upstairs to the 10th floor (known as the quiet floor) and study our little hearts out. She is STILL studying...and entering her 3rd year of medical school at UBC.
musings by Dreama at 8/09/2008 06:56:00 p.m. 1 words of wisdom