15 November

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!


I broke NaBloPoMo! Eek.
I seriously forgot last night. And was going to throw up this bullsh*t post last minute, til I noticed it was 12:07. Ah well too late.

Moving on.

I have just a brief post, a COWORKER POST! Yes I still work with mostly the same people, LOL, I just let them get on my nerves less, hahahah.

So my coworker is calling her entire family and anyone else who cares that her niece started crawling last night. Now if I had a niece and she crawled for the first time, obviously I would be elated and most likely brag about it. What makes me laugh is that this coworker is calling people and saying "She crawled last night. She's 3 months, she's NOT supposed to be crawling yet."
I want to ask her if she honestly thinks babies come with a guide/instruction manual with a chart of what they're supposed to do when and they automatically do it. "No crawling til over 3 months." Wha?? Babies do what they want to do whenever the hell they want to do it. If they're 3 months old and the spirit moves them to crawl, they're just gonna crawl. They can't reason - THEY'RE BABIES. Then my other coworker launched into this big long thing about how early crawlers tended to be smarter children and that the ones that didn't crawl on schedule were developmentally delayed. Jesus. Maybe this is what's wrong with America, we're overanalyzing everything and it's mom and it's pet dog. Give it a REST. It's one thing if your kid is seriously behind schedule but if they baby is crawling at 3 months, let it go. Heck, celebrate it, maybe she'll be walking early and you won't have to carry her as much. Goodness, the baby drama is out of control.

Maybe I am being insensitive to the plight of new mothers right now. Hmmm. Must be all the toys I played with as a kid that contained lead. And the dirt my parents allowed me to eat. It's gone to me braaaaainnnnnnnnn. :P

Amy, Mother and Me: A Refined Family Portrait ca 1985

13 November

Ornament Swaaaaap FA LA LA LA LAAAA LA LAA LAAAA LAAAAA!

Last year around this time I participated in Cake & Pie and Freshlyblended's Ornament Swap. I had never participated in a swap, stumbled across the First Annual Ornament Swap's page accidentally and signed up last minute. I was kind of apprehensive about the whole swapping dealie, but it went quite well and I received some of the most beautiful and creative ornaments, making all of the hours I spent burning myself with a hot glue gun well worth it.

After that swap I learned that there are swaps going on all the time all over the internet. HOLY CRAP! It's like this totally cool and fun world that I've been missing! Of course I waited a long time before joining my second swap, the ISE 5 swap, which has honestly been a great experience....even though my SECRET PAL is keeping me is SUSPENSE (heellooooooo!) Though I can't say that I've exactly revealed myself to my pal either, LOL.

Anyways, there's not much secretive about the ornament swap, I've already received my swap list. I'm excited because this year it's a bit more "international" and my group in 40% non-US, with 2 Canadians (one of whom shares the same last name as my grandparents....actually her name is strangely close to my great-grandmother's...strange eh? Maybe we're related! LOL) and 2 ladies from the UK. Hurrah! Of course this puts on the pressure a wee bit because ornaments shipping internationally need to go out by December 10th, so I need to get cracking. I've had a couple of ideas thus far. One was to make felt lighthouses with beaded wreaths on the front door....but that wasn't so exciting. Then I thought about knitting something. I actually have a few leads there. You'd think someone who knows how to knit and sew and quilt and bead and scrapbook wouldn't FREAK OUT about a few ornaments but of course I am. I just can't make myself sick over it, LOL, and yes, I've already been yelled at once today about pushing too hard. Eh, I'm a slow learner I guess.

Well I think I'm going to bring this rambling post to a close. I've got a bit of paper to keep writing and then I'm going to bed. You know, rest and all ;) Meanwhile, here's a glimpse of Lily enjoying some of last year's fab ornaments on my mini-tree:

12 November

*Taking a moment to remember our veterans and all the troops serving everywhere today, because honestly sometimes I do use Veteran's Day as an excuse to sleep in and shop instead of remember why we have a Veteran's Day, so there it is my props and thanks to those who are serving and have served the good ol' US of A*

Whew.

Anyways.

Remember how I said I was going to take better care of myself and slow down blah blah blah? hahahah yeah right.

My sister and I got home early today, around 1pm, and I went upstairs to my bedroom and thought "this place is DISGUSTING." I started to organize my yarn basket, which looked as if it had thrown up. Then I noticed the dust. Before I knew it I had reorganized my fabric, yarn, closet, and under my bed, moved all the furniture and vacuumed underneath it and dusted like a fiend. I'm actually not quite finished but it's 8:30 and dancing with the stars is on and I might just settle into bed with my laptop, Ravelry and dancing with the stars :D

11 November

Expedition Re-do

I found an internet connection at the condo!! WOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!

So as I mentioned I broke down and went to the doctor's about my crap-ass illness. What I didn't mention was that we had to put our whole crafting expedition on hold because I wasn't feeling up to it. We planned to go to two cross stitch stores, a fabulous yarn store and a quilt shop. We made it only as far as the yarn store (the first stop) and all the excitement did me in, LOL. I told my sister that we should go to lunch then get up to the condo because I wasn't gonna make it to the other places. I did manage to buy four skeins of koigu though, two for a feather and fan scarf and two for a baby surprise jacket, which will probably not be given away to any baby in the near future but rather saved for one of the tan babies ;)

I am excited about our plans because there's not much I enjoy more than a scenic drive interrupted by occasional crafting stops. My sister and I really think of New Hampshire as our second home...well, the White Mountain and Lakes Region at least. Probably a lot of NH-ers would be irritated to hear "Massholes" say this, but honestly, our little cottage in New Hampshire is the only house we've consistently "lived in" our entire lives, having moved as kids. I've been coming up here since I've been about a month old...or less than I think, so I have a lot of NH love. Actually I think NH really appeals to my country sensibilities. Amy and I both agree that we would love to live up in NH. Not really in the backwoods per se, but the sort of rural-y parts of the Lakes Region or up near the White Mountains. I could not do this to poor Jamaal though, as the lack of any buildings about 3 stories would cause him to implode, LOL, in addition to the fact that strange people would feel friendly enough to talk to him about his grocery order, hahahahhha. Couldn't do that to him, poor man, he's heard enough about how I'm going to keep ducks and chickens at the house, I don't need to scare him by telling him I plan to move north!

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Well I'm back from my crafting expedition, and honestly now that that's done, I am sooo ready to go back home. Not that I don't love being up here or my familias, because they're fabulous, it's just that there aren't enough seats here for everyone to sit comfortably! I bought a crazy creek chair yesterday at LL Bean so I could have a chair to sit in for crafting, but what I'm doing now wouldn't work in a crazy creek chair.

Anyways, the crafting expedition was a success I'd say. I was too overwhelmed at the beautiful quilting shop to buy anything, especially since I didn't have a project in mind - I've done my fabric shopping for the next two quilts on my plate and I wasn't ready to buy for the third because the pattern book I've ordered hasn't been delivered yet. It was lovely just to look around though, I've never been to a store with such an amazing selection. I wish I lived closer so I could take classes there! Maybe someday I'll spend a whole summer up at our cottage and be able to take our little outboard over to Center Harbor for a quilting class. How lovely would that be?

There was a little scrapbook store attached to the quilt shop and I did pick out some great papers. Of course I have no idea when I'll get to scrapbooking again - the last thing I remember scrapping was some event in 2005. This little bout with strep and illness has taught me to take better care of myself though, and I think I might need to take a little break after this semester is over and may look into taking Christmas week off. That would be primo scrapping time. Hopefully I'll get caught up to this summer - some of the paper I bought would be and ideal background for the loon pictures I took this summer.

Amy and I also went to Meredith, which is our home base in the summer. The marina at which we store our boat is located in Meredith, so it's the town with which we are most familiar - it just so happens that that's our mother's name as well, though she was Meredith long before our family came to know the town. We have a favorite needlework shop there called Hunter's. It's amazing to get such personalized service in a world that's becoming filled with impersonal, cold super-craft stores. I know a lot of people live in areas where stores like that are their only option for crafting supplies; AC Moore, Michael's and Jo-Ann's are the only craft places in our town, so when we get the opportunity to visit Hunter's we go and try to buy something to hold us over til our next visit (though I will say we have recently discovered a great online resource for cross stitching which is a small shop that happens to have a great online retail site, which Hunter's doesn't have yet). My sister bought a beautiful Christmas angel pattern that she's going to stitch on some amazing hand-dyed purple linen, while I bought a snowflake pattern by M Designs, which I'm going to stitch on some hand-dyed linen as well.

All in all it was a low key and relaxing day, just the type I enjoy. On the way home we enjoyed the mountains, already covered with snow. I'll have pictures to put up soon!

10 November

Antibiotics are next to godliness

So i`ve been dragging my ass these past few days feeling quite wretched and broken down. I knew I had to go and see my doctor but was hoping to hold out til after our family trip to NH (where I am now and phone blogging!)

When Friday rolled around I knew I couldn't afford to wait as I could neither talk nor swallow properly. My sister was a dear and delayed our departure to take me to the doctor. Though one throat culture was negative the np took one to send out and decided to treat me as if I had strep given my fever and symptoms. As she wrote out the scrip for a z-pak she warned me that it wouldn't work over night. Well I must've been damn sick because the overnight improvement I've experienced has been so overwhelming I might sleep with my z-pak tonight for good
luck!

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Allison Crosby
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9 November

Happy birthday Rachel!

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Allison Crosby
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8 November

I *must* be feeling sick

I know I must be feeling really ill. How do I know this besides the general feeling of foulness coursing through my veins? Easy - a lowering of standards.

Tonight I'm celebrating the birthday of a friend - my old roomie from school! I made her something special for her birthday. Normally when I make something nice for someone, it also requires a nice package. I love bags and boxes from the Paper Source, they're perfect for homemade goodies.

Last night at 2am upon finishing special birthday gift, I scoured my house for something nice to put it in, box or bag. I came up with absolutely nothing. Damn. I figured that I could hit up CVS at some point today and get a gift bag. Of course when I woke up this morning I realized I'd have to be hitting up CVS for more than a gift bag (dayquil, nyquil, tissue, halls, oj, soup, etc). I walked up and down the aisles looking for something suitable. No, I did not want a bright pink bag with "diva" emblazoned on it, no I did not want a musical bag (what?), no I do not want a bag with cute cartoonish animals. At this point, a plain bag would have done. Finally I settled on a slightly ugly but not terrible floral creation (and Rach, if you're reading this, you are so much more badass than the floral bag!!). Well, I think, this will have to do. I go on a tissue paper hunt, for tissue paper is what makes a gift in a bag complete. There is none in the store. I look down every aisle for any color of tissue paper, contemplate stealing some from a display, then resign myself to a gift bag sans tissue and pay for all my stuff.

The gift looks a bit lonely in the bag without any garnish. Boy, am I letting myself go :P

7 November

It's Never Enough

Well today I met with my adviser to see if I would really be done with my master's in May. The answer was "um. Yeah I think. But send me your completed degree form so we can be sure." Basically this means "yes" but we're gonna double check on that in a couple of weeks. I don't think the news has really settled in yet.

With graduation comes the need to seek new employment. Ugh. I hate that whole process. I mean it's exciting and all (ok just typed sexciting, where is my mind today!??!?!) but the whole cover letter resume interview thing is a bit of a drag. Plus I've never done the "look for new job while currently employed full time" deal. In the past I've always looked for jobs while employed temporarily on a project with a finite end. There's something a bit awkward about this. It's sort of like the part in the movie "Knocked Up" where Katherine Heigl's character is seven months pregnant and she hasn't told her boss yet, and he calls her in his office and is like "I know you're PREGNANT!" Sort of like that only instead of growing another person, I've been growing a degree and it's about to pop and we all know it's inevitable, yet I haven't told my boss and she hasn't brought it up with me.

Ok that whole metaphor was kind of gross. EW.

So in talking to my adviser about jobs and such he directed me to a number of great conservation groups. He also mentioned that I should be job hunting RIGHT NOW. I thought I'd take a look today and maybe find some leads. When I graduated with my BA I looked at conservation groups, most jobs required a master's degree, so I thought when I sat down today I'd have some hits.

EHHHHHHHHH

All the jobs I've seen today are entry level or require a PhD. WTF? And you know what? If I went and got a PhD, they'd probably invent a higher degree, just so I would either have to spend more money for more school or be trapped forever in a thankless job sitting in front of a brain sucking computer!!!!!

The silver lining at the moment is that I am gainfully employed at a wonderful organization, which means I don't have to stress about where exactly underneath Storrow Drive I should be building my cardboard box house. Sweet.

6 November

An Observation

So I go to Tufts University in Medford, where I am working on a master's in bio. Fun times. Actually not really at all, but hey, the past year and a half has flown by and now I'm approaching the light at the end of the tunnel.

Tufts is a great school, I think at least. The professors I've encountered for the most part are engaging, intelligent and kind, with only a few exceptions, though I will say that that isn't a Tufts, thing, it's definitely a thing you find in colleges everywhere, goodness knows there were some b*tches at Smith. The students seem to like Tufts too; the few undergrads I've spoken to have been enthusiastic about Tufts and judging from the general atmosphere on campus it seems like a good place. I mean, it's pretty, near Boston and college - what's not to like?

That being said, I will admit that life as an "old" student is a bit lonely. I have mostly undergrads in my classes, so a 25-year old to them is practically one step away from a senior citizen bus pass. It's so funny to see student reactions when I say I have a job. One girl, after telling her we'd have to arrange a meeting at a special time because I had a few big commitments at work said "Wait. Wait......You have....a job?" Yes, dear, people tend to work. I wonder if I was as clueless in college? hmm. Because I have classes with undergrads, most of the students have friends in the class and separate off into their little groups. I mean, I'm not looking for friends here, LOL, the ones I have are all I can handle, but sometimes it's slightly awkward when the professor gives us a 5 minute break and you sit there, alone, like the new kid in the lunchroom in 5th grade and no one talks to you. Ehhhh.

Yesterday I walked into my law class and sat down next to a guy who has been consistently pleasant. He always makes small talk, about the weather or what we had to read the week before, but he makes an effort, which is so nice. He also happens to be from Ghana.

As I sat in class I thought back through the students at Tufts that have actually made an effort to be friendly and that I've talked in depth. With the exception of 1, they're all AFRICAN. Then I started thinking of the type of people who approach me on the street for directions. Again, all African or Caribbean. Almost 99%. What is up with that?

Usually I try to wear the unapproachable face. Does something in my face change when I see someone from Africa or who I perceive to be from Africa or of African descent (ha ha no jokes about me and Jamaal now). I was with my coworkers one day when a man approached me on the street. He had a thick accent which I now think was probably west African of some sort and he asked me how to get to the green line and where he needed to transfer. I gave him directions and then made sure he had memorized them so he wouldn't get lost. "Thank you thank you thank you" he said over and over before he went along his way. My lovely coworker goes "How the HELL did you know what he was saying" I said "I specialize in English to English translation" trying to joke about it (my coworkers are a bit narrow-minded and they claim not to be able to understand anyone with an accent. sooo annoying.) Then another coworker said "That guy looked like a deer in headlights and when he saw you, he went to you like you had a magnet in your pocket." Again I tried to joke "Well I do look REALLY hot today" Finally a third coworker said "It's because you've been to Africa. There's something about you, about your aura that lets people know this and they feel comfortable approaching you."

Well that sounded like a load of crap to me, but who knows, maybe it's true. I wonder what my Kenyan friends would say about that, LOL. Actually, they would probably say it was true. Although my friend David Livingston Otieno (below) would undoubtedly give me a very hard time about this, as he did with a lot of other things :D

5 November

And that, I believe, is what we call KARMA!

I take the commuter rail from the 'burbs into Boston every day. After taking the Red Line for over 2 years, I got fed up with the price of parking ($5 a day) the fact that the Braintree lot was full by 7AM, the traffic on the highway, the amount of gas I was burning through each week, and sucked it up and signed up for a $186 month commuter pass. Then like an asshat sat down and did the math and realized that when I calculated cost of parking and gas the commuter rail would've saved me $3 a month. Ah well, better late than never, right?!

Not that I have anything against the Red Line or the people who ride on it, the commuter rail is a much more pleasant experience. There isn't trash everywhere and the people are a bit more civil, probably because the pass is so expensive. The conductors are nice and make jokes with people and the whole commute is a bit more pleasant. No the riders don't have the hardened edge of the subway-ers, but I let it go. I knew they had no idea how crap the subway commute is in comparison and that their complaints about the commuter rail were absolutely ridiculous, so I could brush it off. THEN the new line started to go into the test phase before opening.

This new line the MBTA is running is on old rail tracks that were operational years ago. The townspeople were very upset about the trains running on them again, but to that I say "suck it UP." This train was going to cut a long drive into Boston to a 30 minute train ride, get cars off the road and hopefully move people efficiently back and forth. The downside for us was that every day it seemed we lost more cars off our train to feed the new line. People were upset because when you pay that much to take the train, you would like to be able to get a seat and not have to ride in the vestibule between cars which besides being freezing cold, is also dangerous. I think enough people complained that we got some cars put back on the train, but they were single-decker cars, and there still weren't enough seats. I've found if you're fast enough (heh) you get a seat. No problem.

Today was a crowded day on the train. I got a seat no problem, sat down and noticed everyone who was behind me got on fine and got a seat no problem, and there were even seats left over for all the people who would be getting on at the last stop before Boston. One guy though, had to raise a fuss. I've noticed him before because his head looks too small for his body. I know that's rude, but there it is. He's aggressive too, and tends to just shove people out of his way when he gets on the train. I'd never heard him speak though. Today he let this gem fly out of his mouth ( will use "effing," but know he used THE WORD. "effing Greenbush line effthem they don't think Old Colony is important anymore I am so sick of this bullsh*t and taking all our cars I mean what the eff we barely have a place to sit Jesus.I am so effing pissed" He kept up this monologue until the conductor came on then he shut his mouth. I cranked my iPod and fell asleep.

We pull up to South Station and everyone gets off the train and trudges into the actual station, where the down escalator is being serviced. Inconvenient? yes. End of the world? Noooo. As I approach the stairs I notice a back up on the right side, so I start to move to the left staircase and here "THEY'RE EFFING STAIRS YOU WALK DOWN THEM EFFING MOOOOVE" Ah, must be my small-headed friend. It is. He's screaming and swearing. There's a woman trying to get down the stairs with a cane. As far as I know, her only option to access the subway end of South Station from the concourse is the escalator or the stairs. So she had to make her way down the stairs with a cane. Not easy. Everyone was respecting the fact that she needed her time and I noticed business men and women waiting patiently as this woman made her way down the stairs. Rude man made such a fuss that one of the businessmen said "do you REALLY need to pass us?" and he goes "yeah I need to effing pass you" "Then go ahead, just go, get out of here" "yeah you effing telling me to go down the effing stairs? Eff you, a*hole, telling me what to effing do" He pounds down the stairs. The businessmen look at each other horrified. One says "what a son of a bitch" the other says "don't worry, he'll get what's coming to him."

'Yeah right,' I thought. 'Stuff never happens to people like that, they just float through life being rude and offensive and ruining everyone's......wai....what have we here?' Small head can't get the turnstile to read his commuter pass. 'Heh heh heh jerkstore,' I say to myself. I look back to see if the businessmen are near and they are, and they smile as the turnstiles read all of our passes and the jerk stands at the turnstile feeding his card over and over. I look back and he jumps the turnstile as someone else exits. A MBTA lady tells him to stop. "OH YOU WANT TO EFFING SEE MY CARD!!" He screams. Oh no he didn't. If I have learned one thing from taking many forms of public transportation every day for the last 3 or so years, it is that you do not "eff" with a T employee. Just don't even do it. Just don't! This is Boston and the MBTA workers simply do not take any sh*t and if you try and give it to them buckle your seatbelt cause you are gonna get it right back.

I pause to watch the scene unfold. "SIR, I don't care WHO you are, YOU do NOT speak to ME like that EVER!" the lady says. She is a large black woman who looks as though she could crush this skinny bastard with her thigh. Ex-cell-ent. The guy, instead of moving on and letting it go, turns back to confront her. Oh WOW. This already has disaster written all over it. "WHO THE EFF do you think YOU are" he screams. This starts a shouting match between them. I decided to leave because the next step for this guy was handcuffs and I didn't want to be there. I heard them screaming all the way down TWO escalators and the guy never caught the subway, so I'm thinking his rage got him into a lot of trouble.

As I stood on the quiet and not so unpleasant platform waiting for the subway I pondered what could be so wrong in someone's life that they feel the need to act that way. My mind start flipping through a Rolodex of possible things that could make a person so angry, so easy to fly off the handle. I was serious for a minute, thinking of the tragic possibilities, til I settled on what the cause HAD to be: Rabies. Clearly rabies.

This made me giggle all the way to Tufts.

4 November

The Bittersweet End

I volunteer at a parrot shelter. Oh believe it. I think I've talked about it on this blog before but I honestly don't remember if I have or not so here's the deal in brief.

Foster Parrots is a sanctuary for unwanted or mistreated birdies. They've got one of everything there in terms of pet birds from your macaws all the way down to the littlest budgie and for a time, even had button quail. Hundreds of birds have passed through there coming from incredibly bad situations and eventually getting placed in loving homes. Charlie Brown and Lucy, my parakeets, are from Foster Parrots.

I started volunteering there almost three years ago today. My mosquito-collecting job with the state had just ended and the infectious disease lab where I had interviewed decided to go with someone more experienced (who was demanding twice the pay. Wonder how that worked for them, heh heh heh) and after a month or so of dawdling I got a complex about how I wasn't contributing a damn thing to society. Actually it wasn't a complex it was a full blown freak-out. With crying. My mother thought I had lost it completely, saying that my over-achiever's syndrome had taken on a life of it's own and things were out of control and for the love of baby Jesus, GET A JOB ALREADY if you're not going to enjoy your brief interlude of unemployment. While I sent out I think 78 or so resumes, I was not called back to a single job. Depression and hopelessness followed. Woe is me! I could not work! Luckily there was an article about Foster Parrots in the local paper. I emailed them and Mark, one of the directors emailed me back at the end of the day. "Can you be here tomorrow??" he asked. That was what started it all.

Foster Parrots was my full-time no-pay job for three solid months. I went there every weekday morning and did the rounds, helping feed over 250 birds. Even when I got a job at Ann Taylor Loft, I arranged my hours so I worked 2PM to 10PM so I could volunteer each morning. Then after getting my job at the hospital I still came every Saturday I could, even though I slightly hated getting up early on the weekend. I just loved going to FP and visiting with the birds. Some of them did hate me, but some of them, a lot of them, did love me and would perch on my shoulder while I went about my duties, cuddling up to that little warm spot at the edge of my jaw, right where my neck and shoulder met. When I was at FP I felt like I had a purpose, like someone actually needed me (ok those "people" were actually animals, but they DID need me) and that someone appreciated my work. It never stopped being a fulfilling experience for me.

Yesterday was probably my very last day at Foster Parrots. The organization got a large land grant in Rhode Island, near the Connecticut border, which is at minimum 2 hours from my house. I am so happy for the directors, the recently married Mark and Karen and all of the animals that will now be safe at NEEWS (New England Exotic Wildlife Sanctuary). When this sanctuary land was first purchased but before the property and buildings were properly set up for animals. Mark and Karen purchased animals being auctioned at the Catskill Game Farm and rescued 2 porcupines and 4 monkeys, a lorikeet, a patagonian cavy and I think a tortoise from the hands of canned hunt operators and taxidermists. In order to keep these animals, they needed a proper place to live. Like Plato said back in the day "Necessity is the mother of invention" and with the auction purchases, NEEWS was born. Not only does it now house the more exotic residents of FP, but also dozens of birds for which I cared. While I know they are so much better off there, it still made me sad today to walk into FP and be surrounded by so many empty cages. I kept having to tell myself how happy my bird loves are now and how selfish I was being for still wanting the animals there. I couldn't help but to feel a twinge though as I walked out of the dilapidated old FP for one last time. While almost every bird in there has bitten me, I met a lot of "kindred spirits" while there. I always believed that animals had souls and understood humans much more than we could even imagine, but working at Foster Parrots confirmed and enhanced that belief.

Here are a few of my favorites:

3 November

Amy Winehouse

Soooo I know Amy is a hot mess and all, but I love her album. I don't always understand what she's saying but I love the songs. I even choreographed a pole dance in my head to one (note: I am a bad dancer and have never done a pole dance, nor had the opportunity to pole dance, nor probably ever WILL pole dance, but I have a lot of ideas swimming around upstairs sooo on the green line one night, I choreographed a pole dance to "Wake Up Alone").

Anyways. Have you ever just made up words to a song when you didn't know what the artist was actually singing?? Of course you have, haven't we all? So while I love "Wake Up Alone" and "Back to Black" in particular, I just made up words where I couldn't understand Amy, and actually I thought some made some sense like instead of "my odds are stacked" I used to warble "my arms are stacked" I mean, there's nothing insensible about having well-toned arms, right?

Today at work I decided to look up some lyrics because there was one line in "Back to Black" that was driving me crazy because I really couldn't understand the lyrics and my substitute words weren't working. I used to say "I love Duff and you love Poe" I figured that Duff was some literary figure, much like Poe and part of the reason she and her lover had gone their separate ways were irreconcilable difference over fine literature. Seeking clarification, I go to some crazy lyrics site and after 6 billion popups read the real lyrics "I love puff and you love blow" Oh wow. "Ok" I thought, "we all know about the Winehouse rehab stints" Then I read the whole song. Harummmmmmmmm. Now I am no prude, let me promise you (I CHOREOGRAPHED A MENTAL POLE DANCE) but let's just leave at this: I was better off not knowing the truth in my happy little world LOL. Let's face it "He left no time for regret, In his big way, In his same old safe bet" was a weee bit more charming than "He left no time for regret, Kept his d*ck wet, In his same old safe bet"

I guess she's not really going for charm, ha ha. I still dig her though. I know she was totally worried about that too LOL.

2 November

Peek into my Life

So today's a pretty light day at work and I decided to get caught up on some stuff that I've been putting off in hopes of knocking it off my ever-expanding google docs to do list. (P to the S does anyone use google docs?? It's AWESOME)

So I called a fru-fru hotel in Boston to make a reservation for tea for the girls in my family in honor of grandma's 80th birthday. Then I decided to give my doctor's office a call. Sometimes the receptionists can be a bit cranky, so I braced myself for an somewhat unpleasant experience.

I dial. A woman whose voice could grind lava rocks in hell picks up. "HELLO?"

I go through the whole thing about how I would like a physical. "With pap?" she croaks. "Yes," I say meekly, flashing back to all the joyous times my doctor, Dr. Wood, has spent down in my crotch-al area making sure the goods are functioning. "January," the Voice says.

"Actually," I say, flipping through my planner, "I'm looking for something on a Monday or Wednesday after February 28th." This is so my insurance will cover the physical and gyno bits.

"Ohhhhh" says the voice, softening and brightening. "Well aren't you just so organized! Most people call here and want an appointment next week and look at you, you don't even want one til March!!!"

"I'm trying to be organized and plan ahead!" I say. Voice likes me now. I am like, the Voice's best new friend.

"You're our favorite caller today!" she exclaims. I get penciled in for March 3rd. We have a little chat about how I work at the cancer hospital, then we wish each other a good day and sign off.

I go to my google calendar, and flip to March 3rd where I write "Pop the Hood for Dr. Wood 9:30 AM." Ohh that's catchy. Maybe I'll get that put on a t-shirt.

Awesome.

1 November

So in honor of the first day of NaBloPoMo, I picked up Maggie Mason's book to garner some inspiration for topics. I opened it right up to #40 Cower Before Us. It said to post about your irrational fears. This morning I thought about my fears. "They're all perfectly rational," I thought, as I pondered my giant-sea/pond/lake creature generated fear of swimming in natural bodies of water, my hesitance of touching dead animals for fear they might spring back to life, and my fear of touching the "things" that collect in the drain catcher at the bottom of the sink. hmmpphh. I have no irrational fears!!!

Then I remembered what I have to do today......go....to....the....dentists. Ohhhh

Now there is a valid irrational fear.

I actually truly believe that most people's fear of the dentist is absolutely valid and reasonable - they've experienced pain, inept dentistry, procedures sans novacaine, root canals, extractions, DIRTY INSTRUMENTS! The works. I have had no such experiences. Sure I've had the odd tooth filled. I had my wisdom teeth out but was so drugged up I just barely remember the experience and I don't remember any pain though I know I was in a bit of it. Other than that not much dentistry-wise has ever happened to me....then why, right at this moment, am I totally freaking out about the fact that in 3 hours I will find myself prone in a dentist's chair with a bright light in my face???

I have no idea. But let me tell you, if it weren't so dangerous and um, illegal, I would be finding my local street pharmacist right now and scoring some valium. Cause this irrational fear is really no joke. I'll check in later to let you know I survived the ordeal....

cartoon from cartoonchurch.com

Cross Post from ISE 5

Because ISE 5 is having issues!!

Well as we charge towards November (and I know some of us are already there :) I figured I'd better get a post up. I was waiting until I was halfway done with the scarf, then I finished it and was waiting to photograph it in some nice natural light. Well that didn't happen but here it is in all it's bad lighting glory:

It's the Angel Pearls Beaded Stole. This is my first crack at knitting lace, knitting with beads and first intense blocking experience and though I was very wary throughout a good deal of the process I am very excited by the result. I hope my pal likes it too - I'm aiming to get this out over the weekend, so this blue scarf might be trucking (or more likely flying) it's way towards YOU!

I know my partner has finished my scarf, but I'm pretty sure I haven't figured out who it is yet....but then again the scarves I've seen on this blog are so beautiful, I'd be grateful for any one of them. Happy knitting all :)

RED SOX You are the only only OOOOONNNNLLLY

Well. Well. Wow.
So it's been pretty great around here. The SOX won the SERIES!! A sweep at that! Let me tell you, it's been so great watching the games, but I am quite relieved it's over because now I can get some sleep!! I'm sure Matt West, who took this picture, feels exactly the same way (he's a family friend for whom my sister babysits with three beautiful little girls!)

I don't need to gloat about this one, we broke the curse 3 years ago and that was a time for gloating. This is a time for some quick celebrating and then back to business. I do want to take a moment to recognize my personal Red Sox hero, John Lester. Most of you know that I work for a cancer hospital here in Boston. What you may or may not know is that I work specifically with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Last year, Lester was diagnosed with Anaplastic Large Cell Lymphoma, what we call ALCL, one of the rarer t-cell forms of NHL. His specific histology (ALK+) plus his young age made for a favorable prognosis, but still it's cancer and therefore scary as frickin hell. Because I'm in the lymphoma field and love the Red Sox I decided that I would become an official John Lester fan. When I heard that he was cancer-free and coming back to play baseball I was psyched. Awesome! He pitched well in all of his games and it was wonderful to see him back on the mound. Before the series started I trekked to Fenway to try and buy a John Lester shirt. "Lester?" the guy said "we don't even carry him" "YES YOU DO" I said "Number 31 right there" The guy looked casually at the mountain of blue shirts behind him and said "yeah....uh, we're sold out" LIAR!!! I got nowhere with him and bought a Man Ram shirt instead. Even so, last night I was pulling for Lester. While Papelbon (Awesome, crazy Papelbon) closed it out in the end, it was my man John Lester who started the game and ultimately got the win.
I love this picture that Jed Jacobsohn captured of him and his parents:
And while I do love this heartwarming moment with his parents, I mostly posted this pic cause his girlfriend is too hot for my blog. LOL.

So yes, the Series is over and won, people are getting their furniture refunds and life is getting back to normal.

I would like to personally thank the Red Sox for extending their season so I could have an excuse to sit in front of the TV for an obscenely long amount of time each night and knit my ridiculously over-achieving ISE 5 scarf, which will be up on the ISE 5 blog later tonight, it's called the "Angel Pearls Beaded Scarf" It's slightly ridiculous but soooo done.

So good job team, good job John Lester, you all EARNED IT!!! :D

Hungover

Red Sox Hangover

I love the Red Sox. It's no great secret. So when for the second time in my life they make the ALCS and then the Series, naturally I AM GOING TO WATCH because at any moment in time we could lapse back into an 86-year drought. So I watch the games. Til the end, the very end, til the pitcher has walked off the mound and the last batter put down his bat, because that way I know for sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that my Red Sox have won the game. The thing is though, that these games start around 8 and go til whenever. But I can't not watch. So each morning after a game, I haul myself out of bed, walk zombie-like through my house getting showered and dressed, drive in a trance to the train and fall into a brief yet deep sleep as my train flies through the 'burbs and into Boston. I feel like I spent the night dancing on a table showering in tequila instead of lying in a darkened room propped on a pillow trying to keep my eyes open through a baseball game. All in all though? It's soooo worth it.

Talking about MEEEE

So if you've visited this self-indulgent blog before, you see clearly...ahem CLEARLY...I have no trouble talking about myself. Blah blah blah look at me go blah blah.

Then why the heck am I have so much trouble filling out an interview sheet for my study abroad program????!! I agreed about 2 weeks ago to be a profiled alum in their next newsletter. That involved filling out an extensive survey. I heartily agreed. Surveys, I thought, I love them! OOoooh it'll be just like a meme, is what I thought, hooray! HECK NO! Nothing like a meme, nothing like a survey from myspace, no little area to say that I love knitting and cooking and my pet birds. It was stuff like "what is your most profound memory from Kenya" HEH?! How can you ask me that. I have four months of memories trapped inside this head, everything from horrific to heartbreaking to happy as hell. WTF? Just that one question totally tripped me up. Well, I thought, there is the bunny rabbit story, forever to be told and retold to anyone Jamaal chooses to grace with its telling (and I love him for it, because honestly, it does get a laugh) there's the time we did a puppet show for the hospital and I almost had a breakdown right there because it was so incredibly grim and sad and awful and it made me cry, there was the most perfect day spent on Lake Naivasha with fish eagles and beer and bacon and drunken giddiness and heart-swelling with the perfectness of it all....there was the woman who wanted to know how I would help her protect her farm and livelihood from marauding elephants...there were the hyenas at sunrise...there was teaching Salaash and Maraka and Kioko and Fred to swim...there were all those birds, 250 of them, each new and unique and wonderful...there was the python at dusk...the food poisoning and staying up late to hear the animal sounds...the gerenuk...the waterfalls...Kitengela, Elementaita, Narok, Naivasha, Nakuru, Kimana, Oloitokitok, and Karen and vodka consumed at each one of them....the Chinese restaurant in the middle of nowhere....vervet monkeys screaming in the night from the leopards....salmonella, typhoid, a near finger amputation....there was the wet season and the dry...termites coming out of the ground....peeing in Nairobi National Park while the airplanes flew overhead...THE TURACO!....and just Nairobi National Park itself, a park I love like its my child because it's gritty and harsh and raw and real and it hides nothing and you drive through and see its bones yet I love it with all my heart.

See the problem?

And that was only the beginning. The questionnaire asks for advice for prospective students, alums, people trying to break into your field, your job, how SFS influenced your life, what your goals and plans are. Schneikes! What to write? I had an easier time with my ISE 5 questionnaire, and that asked about favorite colors!

I guess I'll just have to tackle it this weekend.

Though in a way this blog post has really helped me....I'm always lurking over at blurb.com for several theoretical projects on my mind....a gift for someone, a Foster Parrots benefit book, maybe a 30th anniversary book for the p'rents and it just dawned on me: I should get all those memories out of my system and stick 'em in a book. I've got the pictures already! COOL!

Ok all that being said, it's time to train it home. Woohoo!!!

Dearrrrr Suavecita

Dear Suavecita

I received your MySpace friend request today and though you look like a very pretty girl, the offer of seeing free nude pictures of you for 1 week is simply not enough to tempt me to approve your friend request. Please reassess what you might have to offer and then perhaps future requests will be approved. Offers of nail polish, designer handbags, yarn, discontinued fabric, and puppies will all be considered in place of nekky photos.

Sincerely

THE MANAGEMENT

Satisfaction

Right now I'm sitting at Tufts in their little student center eatery thingie. I don't know what it's called exactly because I try not to spend excessive amounts of time here if I can help it, but this place has a more than decent wireless connection and you can eat and drink freely, whereas food and beverage must be smuggled into the library. Not that I do it, but you know.

About 10 or so minutes ago a massive red-tailed hawk landed on the lamppost just outside. I noticed it immediately, as one would something with I dunno a 24'' wingspan. My fellow students, however, are completely oblivious. I thought though, given that the lamppost is not exceedingly high off the ground, that a passerby would take note. Not the case. Thirty people including a Poland Springs delivery man with a stack of boxes have passed within a yard of that lamppost and not a single person has looked up. Not one.

The hawk has looked down quite frequently. He doesn't seem to give to crackling sh*ts about the poeple below. Probably because he is smarter than a great majority of them. Heh. Now I'm not quite sure who is more satisfied with the ignorance of the passersby - the hawk, or the bird nerd biologist (me).