Unconscious Mutterings, Week 234:
More moving to do after work. At least I got to rest yesterday. I’m still tired, though. Ugh.
08:40 AM
I’m getting really sick of having to answer the question: "So, are you all moved yet?" It’s been practically a month, and we’re still moving stuff out of the old place. Imah tells me we should finish this week, but I don’t see how.
Tomorrow. Ah yes, we get to push ourselves to the max to get our stuff out by tomorrow…and this before I have to work a late shift at my "old" job and then be up and at ‘em the next morning for my new job. Oy vey.
So…I had an interesting week. My wonderful digestive system decided to give me its fits, and I’m recovering from that still. It actually wasn’t so bad yesterday and part of the day before…it just relapsed today.
You know how, on Homeward Bound, Chance sticks his head out the moving vehicle, his ears fly up, and he proclaims, "Tada! Bat dog!" I couldn’t help but remember that this Tuesday. Maybe it was because I was so hot. It was a hot day, and, with the help of our former neighbor’s son, we moved the heaviest piece of furniture we have…the Wardrobe. I couldn’t help but smile to myself when the kid asked if I could actually carry it with him. Guys are so cute like that. And I love surprising them. No, I can’t carry it with my nearly sixty-year-old mother; with a strapping young man…watch and be amazed.
Not to say that it was a breeze. Aah no! I did manage, however, to keep my panting to a minimum. I’m good at that. *grin*
When Imah and I got into the van (our helper followed with our Wardrobe in his truck), I stuck my head out and let the breeze ripple through my lengthening hair. (I’m experimentally growing it out right now. I’m sure I’ll hate it and just chop it all right back off.) That’s when the Bat Dog thought hit me.
Then, I realized I wasn’t scared. I don’t take speed well. I’m sure I’m developing an early heart condition thanks to the way Imah drives. And forget about taking me to any kind of theme park. The carousel is about as extreme a ride I can take. Anything more, forget it!! And, hey, I have a medical excuse for this: something about my equilibrium and whatnot being damaged from an excess of childhood ear infections…though I’ve suspected for the past few years, that part of my ears may be healing. My hearing hasn’t gotten any better–but at least it isn’t bad enough to be a real "hearing impairment." 
So…Wednesday. Eh-heh. I went with Imah to Seattle to get some computer training for the new job. The action began before we even got onto the ferry. The bloody vessel was full! As Imah cursed profusely and I screeched at her "Don’t run down that pedestrian! Don’t get us killed! Look a cop!" we headed back to the office to get our boss to drive us to the ferry (so we could just walk on).
He did, and we jumped out of his vehicle and ran all the way to the ferry–with the ferry people calling at us to hurry up! Fortunately, the ferry ride was uneventful. I worked diligently on my novel. 
After the ferry, however, we got a cab, and, only after he started driving, did he mention he didn’t know the address. We called the training place and got like three different addresses from them. The one we could find–and where the taxi dropped us off–turned out to be merely a "landmark." We still had another mile to go.
Well, Imah had had enough of getting crumby directions and she wasn’t about to go walking about Seattle with directions of equal faultiness. I was wearing strappy heels–so you guess my opinion. She got someone from the training place to pick us up.
In my opinion–and Imah’s as well–the training was rather trivial. Certainly not worth all we had come through. While waiting for another cab to come take us to the ferry, we stopped at a little coffee shop to get some iced coffees and eat our lunches.
Turned out we just missed a ferry and had to wait over an hour for the next one. At this point, Imah and I couldn’t take each other’s company and we parted. I spent my time writing my novel and then doing some personal journaling when the streets shops called to me temptingly. I would have done some window shopping if I hadn’t been alone. Imah’s just told me too many freaky stories about the streets of Seattle.
On this ferry ride, we both went outside. I worked on my novel until I came to a point where an exciting battle scene–one of the final ones–takes place. I’ll need more time for that. So, I enjoyed the scenery and hot/cool breeze. Fortunately, nothing happened on this trip either–except for our ferry being escorted by the Coast Guard. But the captain assured us all there was nothing to worry about, it was a routine thing, blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I thought it was pretty cool, myself.
Oh yeah, and I saw my first ever pelicans! They seemed to like the heat coming from the ferry’s smoke stack. I couldn’t help but cry out, "Hey, it’s Nigel!" Imah asked me what I meant, and I told her, "Oh, it’s another Finding Nemo thing." I seem to be quoting that movie a lot lately–like every time I see this certain co
-worker (at my old job), we both make these ripple movements with our arms and chant: "I like to move it, move it!" Let me tell you, we get some priceless looks.
I’d better go. We have some more…issues…awaiting us. 
Unconscious Mutterings, Week 233:
Yeah…I have an issue today. A girly issue. I woke up this morning too early and when I looked at the time, I was pissed. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. Then, I found out what woke me up. Now, I doubly pissed. And worried. And freaked. This isn’t supposed to happen yet! So, I’m pumping pain killers right now and eating cereal to keep the pain killers from making me nauseous.
Oh joy. This is going to be an interesting day. (Blast all that traitorous sugar I’ve been having!)
07:33 AM
1. Forests and creeks make me remember my childhood.
2. I like to use plenty of salt when I cook.
3. My imperfection really pisses me off. 
4. I’ve been thinking about sweet, sugary desserts lately.
5. The last song I heard that I liked was Bad Day by Daniel Powter.
6. Daydream (or nightdream) by starlight.
7. And as for the weeked, tonight I’m looking forward to watching movies, tomorrow my plans include working and Sunday, I want to get to bed early!
1. Tea or coffee? *incredulous choke* Coffee, of course!
2. Do you speak your mind? Actually, I’m rather diplomatic…unless you get me mad. Then, I’ll give you something to chew on. And, once my anger fades, I’ll regret it.
3. What is your escape? Writing. Without my stories, my fantasies, I’d go insane.
4. When is the last time you cried? The day before yesterday, I think. It was just one of those things where the body is so tired it can’t function; so I cried.
5. What are your bedtime rituals? Short, quick, and bothersome.
Whew! Things have been moving swiftly here in Yaffaville (hey, I like the sound of that…"Yaffaville."). Maybe that’s why I’ve been more cheerful lately. Despite the exhaustion, the aches and pains, I feel much better. Actually, I have gotten caught up on my sleep–at least, that’s what Imah told me when I complained about waking up in a puddle of drool. LOL!
I know I’ve been discontented with my restaurant job lately. Last night, however, made me see something. Maybe I just needed a break. I laughed so much so hard at work last night…I realized I never laugh like that anywhere but there at work (sad, maybe, but true).
Now, I’m contemplating leaving…and getting a new job. I was already going to miss my co-workers; now, doubly so.
Now, as I finish this post that I began this morning, I am happy to report that my day today went great, too. I found myself whistling, tapping my feet, being *excessively* cheerful. Nevermind the "saddle sore" I got from last night, climbing over and over some loading equipment that was in my way. Grr.
Speaking of last night, one of my customers commented on how happy I seem whenever she sees me. She said I must have a really great guy in my life. I told her I didn’t have any guy in my life. She laughed and said "So, that’s why you’re so happy!" We both cracked up. It was great. And today I was even more chipper! LOL! It’s great being single!!
I’m going to rock on with Natasha Bedingfield’s song "Single."
Shalom!
05:29 PM
Well, Her Majesty and Tigger were officially married this previous weekend. It went very well–except for a bee going up the bride’s gown during the vows, but, hey, the frantic maid of honor took care of that.
My favorite part was after the kiss of the bride and groom, we bridesmaids held up score cards (mine said "4") and the groomsmen held up various rude signs: "awkward," "needs practice," and one big "Eewwwww!"
After the outdoor wedding, we went inside for the reception. I kept pestering Her Majesty to get the DJ’s to play Koparoche so we could dance to it, and finally we did. We also did Electric Slide which was a pleasant surprise. What was also a surprise (albeit not a pleasant one) was when the bridesmaids and groomsmen had to dance together. I am miffed about that (no offense to the guy I "danced" with). I suddenly felt like Isabella Swan–in regard to "regular"/couples dancing.
So, yeah, I was a little moody, perhaps, but I think it was mostly based on exhaustion. I’m not as young as I used to be. I can’t keep working seven days a week, taking snatches of sleep, and doing the move (including the heavy stuff–pretty much all by myself) on my "spare time" and not be exhausted and moody.
Oh, I nearly forgot the best part: the bridesmaids’ fiasco. Yeah, I think the bride’s mother wants to sue the dressmaker. All of our dresses, including the bride’s, weren’t fitted properly. We were all pinned up like over-used voodoo dolls. Yeah, fun. Her Majesty nearly got stabbed to death by some pin that was sewn into her gown.
So, it was fun. I’m glad I went.
I can’t believe I didn’t get to blog on Friday the 13th! That’s like the coolest day ever! I can’t let this go…
Appetizer
What is your favorite fruit? Apples–either Gala or green.
Soup
Who is someone you consider as a great role model? I don’t really have one. I just admire people I see who are actively doing good.
Salad
If you were to spend one night anywhere within an hour of your home, where would you choose? At my Girlz!
Main Course
Name something you do too often. Make snide/sarcastic remarks. I’m trying to tone it down before I become a habitually sour person.
Dessert
Fill in the blank: I really like dancing because it gets my blood rushing.
1. Eclipse (by Stephenie Meyer) is the book I’m most looking forward to reading this summer
2. Dogs drool (and cats rule!).
3. Forks, Washington is a town I’d like to explore. (Thanks to Stephenie Meyer’s books.)
4. Silly people are entertaining.
5. I’m longing to go to Sol Duc.
6. My mother’s driving is so scary!
7. What are you doing this weekend? Tonight I’m looking forward to vegging out (now that Her Majesty is safely away on her honeymoon, tomorrow my plans include work and (what a surprise) more work. Yippee. (Rats! There I go with the sarcasm again!)
Friday Fun: Friday Superstitions:
1. Are you extra careful on Friday the 13th? Friday the 13th is actually a lucky day for me. For some reason, though, Saturday the 14th, is usually a very bad day. Today went pretty well.
2. Are you at all superstitious? If so, how? I have a thing with black cats. They make me nervous. That, however, is from a past bad experience with a psycho neighbor who kept a bunch of black cats and dogs. Oh, and crows make me nervous, too.
3. Do you ever get bouts of intuition? Are they accurate? I occasionally get a feeling of foreboding–sadly, it usually comes true. (I haven’t gotten anything more than a vague feeling for quite some time, though, but I’m glad.)
4. Do you have any little “things” that you do that some would consider superstitious? I don’t think so. The closest would be, when I’m feeling really cranky/sad/out of it, I mentally attune myself with nature: let the breeze cool my anger, draw strength and endurance from the nearby evergreens, be refreshed by anything around me that’s green. I’ve always had a thing for nature. It’s my best friend. My lover.
Friday5.org: Anyway You Want It:
I have to go to bed now. I promise to post about Her Majesty’s wedding!!
09:45 PM
I woke up at 6:30 this morning with a stomach flu. My first thought, as I rolled over in bed to look at my clock, was "Oh my God! What am I doing awake this early?" Then, the nausea crept into my gut like an insidious tide. The room around me tilted and swam dizzily.
Oh. That’s why.
Though puzzled that I was sick in the morning when my stomach usually decides to get sick in the evenings, I nonetheless enjoyed being able to just lie in bed. It’s been forever…at least, it seems that way.
When I awoke again, I decided to kill time by listening to New Moon. I almost stopped because a few minutes into where I had left off last night, all the characters started coming down with the stomach flu.
I just chortled at the irony and kept it playing. The flu part of the story didn’t last long; and it wasn’t like I could eat anything anyway. *rolls eyes*
What’s really annoying is when I get sick like this and yet still (in some part of my body) feel hungry. I mean, does that make any sense at all? Nauseated and hungry at the same time?!
By the afternoon, I sick of flat, plain, gentle foods. Yesterday’s lasagna called my name seductively. I knew my stomach couldn’t handle that, but I asked Imah just in case. She laughed at me. Oh well. A girl can dream, can’t she?
And, hey, at least I got some ice cream out of this. That makes everything all better. *shut up, you stupid stomach!* Yep. All better.
Here’s some quizzes I took because I’m sick of being sick:
| You Are An Orange Girl |
 You live in the fast lane. You love action, risk, and competition.
You’re spontaneous, enthusiastic, and persuasive. But you’re also easily bored - and love to rebel against structures. You resent rules … as well as people’s attempts to control you! What Color Girl Are You? |
What can I say? I have a split personality. An agressive side and a mild side. My mother once discussed me with a friend who turned out to be familiar with psychology and the like. He defined me as "passive aggressive". Yeah, that’s sounds about right; better than Imah’s term for me: "sly/sneaky".
I prefer a mostly peaceful existence with occasional breakouts. I’m not much of a risk taker, though (breaking Imah’s rules every once in a while is about as far as I’ll go).
But, yeah, I do have a thing about control. I guess I’ve just known too many controlling people and saw how they hurt people’s lives.
| Your Nail Polish Color is Pink |
 How you’re unique: You’re girly without being high maintenance
Why your style rocks: You’re the perfect blend of stylish, preppy, and cute What this color says about you: "I am secure enough not to follow every trend" What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You? |
I do think of myself as girly, and I am often complimented on my clothing style. I think my friends need a reminder not to puff my head up too much. I come complete with my own high ego, thanks.
| Your Power Bird is an Eagle |
 You are spiritual and able to soar to great heights.
You are a true inspiration, and many people look to you for guidance. And you are quite demanding in relationships… but you’re worth it. People know that you will become even greater than you imagine. What’s Your Power Bird? |
| You Are A Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Girl |
 Creative. Expressive. Unique.
What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You? |
Unconscious Mutterings, Week 231:
randomness…feed your mind and your blog
week of July 8: Vacationing
1. What is your favorite vacation spot? Hm, probably Sol Duc Hot Springs (or maybe Tongue Point).
2. Would you rather drive or fly? Drive. I love playing those silly road games with friends.
3. Have you ever been on a cruise? Would you want to go on one? Sadly, I haven’t taken one, but I would love to!
4. What has been your best/worst vacation? I’ve had too many "best" ones, but the worse was probably one I took with Imah and some cousins. My cousins copped this attitude that got so bad, we left them behind.
5. How long do you think is long enough for a vacation? I’d say a week. Yeah, a week is enough.
6. Do you spend alot of money while on vacation? I’m actually somewhat frugal. Do you buy alot of souvernires? No, just one or two. What’s the coolest one you’ve gotten? My beautiful, sand-filled snake.
7. If money were no object, where would you go on vacation? Italy–I’m dying to try their coffee!!
That’s all for now. I must depart! Farewell!
09:28 AM
Yes, that’s right. I did it.
Please, excuse the shock of my site’s new look. And don’t worry…I’m still working on it. I just couldn’t change the name (the theme) of my blog without changing the look in its honor.
I am renaming my blog "Dethroned" as a sort of mockery on my pride. I get to thinking I’m such a Princess and life manages to pull me down a peg…over and over again. On the other hand, sometimes, I get too down. So, I just say "Dethroned…but not defeated."
Hopefully, I can be more active my blogging again soon.
Farewell! Laila tov!
10:30 PM
I’m exhausted from work. I wish I could have danced today. At least I got some stuff from the library: The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman and New Moon by Stephenie Meyer. I’m reading The Subtle Knife first though I yearn for New Moon because the former is shorter…and because the latter will probably overshadow the former again.
Right now I just want to rant. My friend Cara, my age, is married and has recently had her first child; Her Majesty is getting married practically a few days; C4 apparently has a new boyfriend. Then, there’s me. Spoiled, soured, speedily returning to my reclusive, anti-social self.
My depression has faded, but that old feeling of wanting to avoid people–in general, not my friends–has gotten a strong clutch on me. I’ve gotten horribly crabby toward Imah. I keep blaming it all on the stress of moving and our current financial fiasco. So, while my general mood has lightened, I bury myself in music and audiobooks and wear my sunglasses whenever I go out to avoid visual contact.
Ha! And Imah worries about me going goth. She has no idea.
Anyway, about my single-ness. I do not regret it. As I oo-ed, ah-ed, and screamed with my Girlz at the fireworks on the 4th, I was totally happy. The thought flashed through my mind that this was what I needed. I’m just not ready for a serious relationship. I’m immature, egotistical, and most of the time my head is in the clouds dreaming up fantasies (which, sadly, I rarely get to write).
I have fun teasing and flirting, but I don’t want a relationship…not right now. Maybe I have too much on my mind. Josi’s wedding, my housewarming party, Trin’s road trip, my plot to get all the friends I can to Sol Duc Hot Springs.
Then, there’s the little things that tug at the back of my mind: a new cell phone, a (certain) digital camera, pink carpet for my bedroom, a new website/domain,
new this and that for clothes. Nevermind the bills. (I’d put "LOL" right here, but I’m not in a laughing mood right now. How about a sardonic snigger?)
And my job. Oh vey. Imah and I just can’t seem to get along and I’ve pretty much given up trying. I just try not to lose my temper or give in to the despair that I’m too dreamy-headed to make it in the world on my own. Financially, I really need another job, and as Imah pushes me toward another clerical office job, the despair returns.
Argh. What I want right now more than anything is to follow my
passion and write. But if I could find a job that fits my other artistic obsessions…that would be fantastic. Seriously. Singing, acting, dancing, modeling, reading books for recordings…something along those lines.
I can only pray I don’t go stark, raving mad when Imah teaches me how to prepare a lease agreement tomorrow. Oh dear God. My inclination is to say: "I thought you were supposed to be a merciful God?" However, it could be worse.
Actually, I have it pretty damn good (if you’ll excuse the language). I live where I work. This not only saves me time and gas, but whenever the Boss needs some extra help, I’ll be available to earn some extra money. Good money, too. I live a few minutes from my Girlz and near several great places to shop or just hang out. My bedroom is the room of a princess (or, at least, it will be when I’m finished with it). I have a rockin’ awesome view from my room/the living room/the backyard–the awesomest on the 4th of July (hmm, maybe on New Year’s, too…). The physical part of my job (the cleaning) is sure to keep me in shape. I’m a few minutes from my Girlz. Oh. Did I mention that already? <3
I’d better get to sleep soon. Just a little bit of ice cream while my mind hovers in the worlds of The Subtle Knife…where the character’s greatest concern is Dust. *hugging my pink, winged unicorn* I wish I had a "daemon".
10:49 PM
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