I'm Famous! And I Won a Prize!

Scroll to the bottom of November 3rd's post. I am "K" and that story is true! I really *am* that big of a dork. Not that I needed to remind anyone or reinforce the idea. . .

I'm just bummed that I'm getting the bike bag and not the messenger bag. I'll have to come up with a really good story next week, I guess. :D

Anyway, check out some of his other posts while you're there. I've linked him before, but a great writer--especially a cyclist writer--can never be revisited too many times.

Additional Proof of Our Forays Into the Dork Forest

So upon entrance to Blizzcon, we were greeted by this site. A very handsome (I mean that in the loosest sense of the word) Dwarf Hunter and these fabulously cool banners.


Immediately behind the banners, and the incredibly long line to pick up the SchwagBag, were banks and banks of computers for folks to sample some new Expansion content. I'm throwing around loose terminology again, because we only got 30 minutes to play. If you chose to play a Blood Elf you could do two quests and were blocked from leaving the tiny island start area. If you chose to play a level 60 something-or-other you were limited to dueling in an enclosed area. They geared us out in amazing stuff, but I'm not so much into all that--I wanted to see some new areas. Blah.

Christian Finnegan, who entertained us at the closing night concert, expanded on the notion of certain females at the convention being "Blizzcon Hot" and having "+3 Cleavage" for the duration of the weekend. He pointed out that the girls in this photo were models, and urged the pimply-faced geek mob to "Try talking to them on Monday and see how far you get!" The Starcraft: Ghost chick was even hotter than these girls, but I neglected to get a photo. Her butt will forever be memorialised in Russell's memory, I'm sure (it *was* really nice, I must say...).

That's all for now. A note to my "regular" readers...this post and subsequent posts relating to WoW/Blizzcon are directed at my online friends--rest assured that they do indeed know what the hell I'm talking about! :D

GeekCon

This past weekend Russell and I went to Blizzcon--a huge convention put together by Blizzard Entertainment, the good folks that introduced me to the addiction that is World Of Warcraft.

The Convention was in Anaheim, California, and we drove. It sounds brutal, but it is only about a 6 hour drive--more or less(wholly dependent on how many idiots are on the road)--something we are both well used to.

On the way there we passed a windmill farm, which was just a little creepy. I had always embraced the idea of wind power over non-reuseable resources, but the sight of these rows and rows of hundreds of windmills just made me think of I,Robot and I wanted to be very far away from them.

Driving up to the Anaheim Convention Center and our hotel was much less daunting. Armies of palm trees are so much less threatening than ginormous metal towers topped by blades as big as small aircraft.



Walking into the event, while not awe-inspiring, was pretty impressive. The non-game geek part of me that used to be an event coordinator marvelled at the set up, lights, and effects. Cool stuff.


More to come. Stay tuned.

Here It Is

Written on the back of my ticketless itinerary, here are my thoughts as I sat in the Chicago airport on my 3 hour layover on the way home from Indiana.

Reflections on a Funeral
My $3 airport pen is falling apart, but I'll scratch out what I can before it fails completely, resulting in either further expenditures or a conflustered toss of hands in the air.
So I'm sitting in Midway Airport in Chicago, munching my wasabi peas, with a whole lot of time to think about the past couple of days.

My mom's side of the family has always been close. This simultaneously freaks me out and gives me a huge guilt complex. Everytime I visit there are more new faces to memorize, more names to learn, and more stories to catch up on. And no matter how big the welcome or how numerous the hugs, I always feel the outsider--just a little bit.
I just don't get to visit as often as I'd like, or as I should. It had been about 5 years (5 YEARS!) since I'd been to see my Grandmother, and suddenly (not really, of course, but it feels like it) she's gone. Horribly, the biggest emotion I feel at her passing, aside from the loss, is guilt. I feel guilty that I didn't make any time in the past 5 years to go for a visit. It needn't have been a long visit. It didn't even have to be a visit with my mother present. I could have flown out for a weekend. But I didn't.
In addition to the guilt, I found my self feeling envious of my relatives in that area who got to see Grandma and spend time with her. Utterly ridiculous!

So feelings of guilt and enviousness aside, it's always a little strange to see someone at The Viewing. I'm not talking about the cousins, aunts and uncles here, I'm talking about the Guest of Honour. Besides the fact that it's just an unsettling tradition to see one of your own so oddly preserved, the whole scenario just raises a thousand questions for me.
Most of these questions concern my own viewing/wake. I really don't want a viewing, as such. I want to be cremated. So let's say a wake. First off, let's have some food. Munchies always lighten a mood. Make 'em some of my favourites so people can remember me sharing the recipe or trying a dish for the first time. Next, we need rockin' music. Maybe a slide show or powerpoint presentation with some goofy photos of my life and loves. I want laughter and stories; I want people celebrating my life.
Several times this weekend I found myself wanting to jump up or butt in and say "What is your favourite story of Grandma?", because I know there would have been innumerable tales. But I kept my mouth shut and now I'll probably never hear those stories. Grandma's viewing and funeral were somber, reflective, and respectful events. I want nothing of the sort.

I know! I know!

I have two pages of handwritten stuff to transpose to bits and bytes, but it concerns the several days I was in Indiana for my Grandmother's funeral and whatnot. I've had trouble committing it here, but I will. I need to clear the path for more recent tales, and tales to come. I will. I will.

However, it's 6am on Tuesday, the dogs are crackers and I'm still not dressed for work. I need to get a move on.

Yeah, well.

Upheaval. story of my life. I actually called in sick two days last week. TWO DAYS! This is because a week later, I am still battling the aforementioned evil gnomes of destruction. I went to see the doctor yesterday, and he assured me that "even though I heard a little fluid in your lungs, it went away when you coughed, so I'm marking it down as a 'normal' lung exam...because it's Saturday." WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

He ended up telling me that it's mostly a Bronchitis thing, and he gave me a ZPack (antibiotics) anyway...just in case it really *was* pneumonia--Saturday or no Saturday. He tried to prescribe me Robitussin with codeine for my inconceivably prolonged and violent coughing fits, but I put the kibosh on that rather quickly, having had an ugly reaction to the stuff aeons ago when I had my wisdom teeth out (codeine, not Robitussin!). So regular Robitussin DM for me, and an inhaler to help me get my breathing back on track after one of those fits.

Pretty excited about being on a plane with all my drugs and a hacking cough. Yes. A plane. My dear Grandma Tocco finally decided it was okay to go yesterday, so I'm off to Indiana in the morning. I'll be back here late on Wednesday, and hopefully by then I'll be 100% --or at least 85%--healthy.

Looking forward to that. I've been in a bad, foggy groggy place for the past week, and I love it not. Even going back to work will be a treat. Hell, walking 10 steps without doubling over with a coughing fit will be nice.

Mucous Gnomes?

So my friend Shannon battled these fiends and sent them packing--to MY door apparently. I am illin. And not in a hip, Beastie Boys kinda way. Just feel like I've been run over by one of those big highway asphalt rollers. And like there is a tiny, but perpetual flame in my upper chest. And like my face is stuffed with fiberglass.

I don't get sick often, but when I do it's ugly. And it's almost always on my days off. Case in point... I started to feel bad Monday morning. Muddled through work in a fog--almost asked to leave early but stuck it out--then came home and went to bed at 8pm because I felt so low. The past two days have been days off. I slept almost 12 hours last night and I'm feeling minimally better. I'll probably be right as rain by tomorrow morning, when I am scheduled to go back to work at 7am. *sigh*

On a brighter note, I sized some photos of my best friend's little one.

She was almost 3 months old when these were taken. I don't know nuthin about babies, but it seems to me that she was pretty advanced, as far as sitting up and taking note of things is concerned. And damn, she's just cute!


I'm off to dress myself and try to get my Xterra to pass the Emissions test so I can get re-registered. That should be a boatload of fun to sit through with a hacking cough and upper body riddled with phlegm.

When September Ends

Good grief, where did *that* month go?

So it's October, and I have to say that I love my full suspension bike. I went for my second ride today and rode over rocks that would previously have either rattled my skull into next week or even dismounted me (have I been playing too much WoW? yes!). Barely felt 'em. Laughed at them, even. Ahhhh, Jamis, how I love thee!

Also, if you've never had the experience of having a tumbleweed explode on your windshield, I encourage you to arrange it sometime. It's quite spectacular. I got one full in the face the other day on the way to work and forgot to mention it in all the Dentist Dog excitement. I saw some un-exploded tumbleweeds on my ride today and was reminded of the moment.

Other than that, I got nuthin.

Dentists in the Family?

...You be the judge.

I should note that this is an activity that takes place after most meals. The two psychomutts shove their faces into one anothers' mouths and do a thorough cleaning. It's pretty gross, but fantastically entertaining. Sort of like the oft-referred to "train wreck". Anyway. This is the best shot I've gotten of it so far, as they seem to be easily distracted from the task at hand when they hear the camera wind up.

Keeping Up Attention Spans

In an effort to keep you coming back, and to force myself into more regular or at least more frequent posting, I have returned this evening to give you photos of some stuff I've seen recently:



One of my favourite/must visit places in Lawrence, Kansas. Waxman Candles. I have a box full of candles here at the house, but I *had* to buy more when I was there. It's just what ya do. I also prefer to give gifts from there above any other place, so it's nice to have stock on hand.



Another favourite, and home of the Sweet Sweet Salsa, is La Familia. Also in Lawrence, it sits next to The Bottleneck, another mecca of sorts, for the musically inclined. Soooo many good shows there. I was spoiled. At any rate, La Familia. Yummy yummy mexican, and the sweet salsa is the thing around which all other foods are consumed. mmmmmm

And that's it for now. I've promised the pups a walk in the morning before work. That means 4am. Yawn.

wonderment

I got carded today at the grocery store. That was a nice moment.

Aside from that there is so much going on that I don't really have a lot to say. I'm not really feeling 100% at the moment, although I'm not sure why. I don't feel sick in a physical way, besides having a slight headache. I'm sleepy and a bit stressed, and I'm sure that's an unfortunate combination for any living organism.

Anyway. The arbitration hearing for my craptastic Xterra was yesterday. Should have some results from that in a week or so.

Every time my phone rings I expect it to be my mother or Aunt with news of Grandma Tocco's whereabouts, be it in this world or the next. She's been hanging on for something like three weeks now, in true Gran fashion...(Eddie Izzard. wot a gem he is) I got to talk to her today, which is a bit misleading of course, because it was more that I talked *at* her. She's hardly in the mood to waste precious energy talking back to me, is she? She's got a long trip ahead! :D At any rate it was nice to say my hellos and goodbyes to her, and it really got me all teary eyed for the first time since I found out she was very ill.

Anyway. Perhaps those things are preoccupying my upper consciousness and making me feel out of sorts. Perhaps I just need to sleep more and worry less. Maybe I just need chocolate and a cuddle with my honeys. That always seems to cure all ills.

4.5 hours

...is a long time to spend alone in an airport with your thoughts. Thoughts like "Where is the closest water fountain? Are there bathrooms in this prison of Gate 32? Why aren't there sleeping cots for situations like this? How come all the people selling food and entertaining cryptoquote books got to go home? Why is the ceiling a webbed matrix of concrete diamonds? And how long has it been since they cleaned under those waiting room seats?"

Our flight was grounded in Detroit for inclement weather. The lady at the check in counter teased me mercilessly, saying they were putting us on a different flight and would be going out around the same time anyway, and not to worry. Twice she told me this; I double checked before I went through the search and seizure gates, because my best friend lives just minutes from the airport and I could have just had her come back for me. No, no, you're switching planes, no worries.

So in I went, only to sit for the next four hours listening to announcements stating that indeed we would not be leaving until 11:55....12:20...12:35...12:55...1:15...

We were able to start boarding our flight at around 1:15am (KC time), but the storm that had caused all this delay in the first place seemed to have made a phenomenal track SE to KC, and was now pummelling the tarmac with monsoon-like rains. We'd watched the lightning show for an hour or so before the flight arrived, with little more than a slight rumble of thunder as accompaniment. As soon as our plane touched down, though, all bets were off.

After another 30 minutes or so of on-board waiting, we were off. Flying into and through the storm might have been a fun time--the bouncing and jostling something akin to my favourite roller coaster or a good bike ride--had it not been for the fact that we were several thousand feet in the air.

We did land in Phoenix with no further problems at around 2:30am, I think. It's all a bit fuzzy at this point. I had been scheduled to work at 6am today, but luckily had the forethought to call my boss during the 4 hour hiatus. He swapped me with our AGM, so I'm closing tonight which sucks in all kinds of ways, but at least I got some rest. I can be fully alert for the madness of being the only closing manager on my first shift back in nearly two weeks. Hooray!

Anyway, I'm home, and I'm happy, and the dogs are whining for attention, so I'm off to rub some puppy belly. Ciao for now....

On My Summer Vacation I . . .

Picked rocks, hickory nuts, and walnuts from the yard. I hauled logs up to the deck for winter fires. I cleaned abandoned bird nests from the birdboxes. I stuck my arm up to the elbow in a pvc pipe filled with mud and leaf sludge in an attempt to get the gutters running more smoothly. I climbed a tree with a bowsaw in hand and cut down an errant limb. I shoveled mulch and swept the driveway. I tried, and failed, to figure out the problem with my parents' printer. [EDIT: I wrote this up yesterday and it wouldn't publish from my folks' computer...this morning I DID fix the printer!]

I also had some really good grub (thanks mom!), got to walk around inside a house in the process of being built (If you've never built your own house, you will not understand why this is cool. Parents have "built" at least two of our houses, and I will forever be enthralled with the process, and consequently love walking around in unfinished homes.), and faced down the neighbourhood bully-dog(he's really just a misunderstood soul that needs to be loved).

I've been at my folks' house since Sunday evening, and had to quickly get over the aforementioned tree-freakout, since they are surrounded by greenness of all shapes sizes, and manner. When we sit out on the deck, I hear frogs and owls and all manner of fauna. Probably some flora, too--the trees tend to creak as they sway in the woods behind the house. Armadillo come on the deck to eat the cat's food, as do racoons. Dad tries to shoo them away, but I'd rather just watch them and pretend I'm on some kind of lame safari. It's a wilderness of sorts here, lush and homey. This is what I miss when I look out on the desert of Arizona.

Thoughts on Trees

So it's Wednesday, and I'm in Kansas City. There was a fairly spectacular storm outside my airplane window on the ride up, but fortunately it was far enough away that we got to enjoy the light show without any disruption of smooth sailing.

It was dark when we drove away from the airport last night and through the winding streets to Kimbra's house. This means that my shock at once again being surrounded by grass and trees had to wait until this morning. Sweet V's hiccoughs (Okay, actually it wasn't *technically* her hiccoughs that woke me up...it was the fact that they were so cute that I was giggling to myself. I giggled myself awake.)awoke me around 7:30am (Phoenix time), and she distracted me from the great outdoors for rather a long time with her amazing cuteness.

Anyway, when I looked outside I was a bit overwhelmed with the greenery. It's just...a lot. And it's close. I drove to Tasty Thai to pick up lunch and felt almost claustrophobic as I drove down the tree-lined street. A very unusual sensation, since I am the one who protested most vehemently about the lack of trees and green in Arizona. Truth is, I've gotten used to the barrens, and now the trees are kinda freaking me out. Don't get me wrong, it is beautiful, and given a choice, I would live with trees and grass...but it is hard to get used to again after so much wide-openness and rocks and scrub.

So there you have it. The Trees are weirding me out.

Full Suss!

er...I accidentally hit "enter" after typing the title to this entry, and it actually posted just a title. Odd.

I just wanted to beam a bit about the fact that I went for a ride on my NEW MOUNTAIN BIKE this morning, and for the first time in ages, I don't feel as though I've been pummeled by 1,000 angry fists!

Russell found out about a bike shop close to both his work and my work, and where a co-worker of his had recently gotten a bike and/or gear. We went to check it out on Saturday morning before I went to work, and I got all jazzed again about the prospect of getting new wheels. I went back in yesterday after work and rode this bike and a Fuji Diamond something-or-other. We tweaked the hell out of the Jamis so it would feel right, and after almost 2 hours I decided to take the plunge. It's a full suspension bike, and is rather heavier than I'd like, but I really don't have $2000 to spend on a featherweight fs. :) The extra weight just means I'll get more of a workout and be in better shape!

I'm very excited about it, and a little sad that I'm leaving for 10 days and won't get to ride!! I'm also very excited that Russell is showing an interest in riding as well; I can't tell you how cool it would be to go riding with him. We got to go a couple times before we moved from Oklahoma, and I can't wait to do it again.

So yeah, I'm going to Kansas City tomorrow. Woohoo! I'll be staying with my best friend for a few days, going to the KC Renaissance Faire, and then, hopefully, going to see my parents for a few days. Mom has had to suddenly go to Indiana to be with *her* mother, but hopefully everything will work out okay and she'll get to come home in time so that I can visit her. If not, Dad, I guess if you want some help around the house, you'll have to make the trip to KC to pick me up yourself! :D

I gotta run and get ready for work. ciao!

Fat Cyclist

Could apply to me, but really it's just a funny funny man trying to get his body back by biking. Check out the right hand sidebar. He's raising money for the MS 150. Brilliant.

rawr

That's my power-yell. When I'm feeling defiant or strong or just plain ornery. I haven't written in a while partially because there was nothing really to write about and partially because there was just too much in my head to get down on paper. Haha! I really just typed that. I used to keep a paper journal. Somewhere there is a box or boxes full of little fabric covered journals, detailing my teenage and college years in excruciatingly mundane ways.

At any rate. Here's something that's been in my brain of late: Triathlons. I did my first Tri almost exactly two years ago, and it was a great great thing. Then all hell sorta broke loose in that we bought a house, moved, sold a house, and moved again within a year's time. Things were a bit bonkers, and I lost sight of goals like fitness and competition. But a few months ago I was reading my Shape Magazine and saw a little blurb about Slow Fat Triathlete. It sounded like a fun read, and a useful one for a casual wanna-be competitor like myself. I finally got around to ordering it (after several unsuccessful attempts at finding it locally) online and have been singing its praises ever since. I'm pretty sure Russell is sick of hearing about it, so I'll dump the kudos on you lot for a change.

The book is not a high-tech, all fired precision approach to Triathlons. It's an affirmation to anyone with secret dreams of competing who might feel held back by nagging thoughts of ineptitude--on any level, whether fitness, mental strength, or physique. When the author started competing in running races, she weighed over 200lbs. She discovered triathlons shortly thereafter and decided to give it a go, despite having a body that most people would be loathe to show in shorts and a tank top, much less a neoprene wet suit.

She stresses, time and time again, that *anyone* can compete--it's not just for elite athletes. Don't compare yourself to others, and don't give a damn what anyone else thinks--just get out there and do what you can and what you enjoy. Don't wait until you've reached a perfect level of fitness or until you feel you look hot in your spandex bike shorts... just get out there and do it!

That's the short version. It's a great read so far, and it has really inspired me to get moving again. The fact that the temperature has started dropping a bit recently hasn't hurt, either. :) It was only 101 today!!

Anyway. That's my spiel. Check out the book--even if you aren't interested in triathlons, it's a hilarious read, and inspirational for all aspects of life!

Through The Ringer

So yesterday I got a call from the hospital where I had my mammogram last week. They wanted to get some more views of my right breast, and when could I come in. No explanation, really, and very casual. They happened to have an appointment available this morning at 8:30am, which I immediately jumped at. If there was something going on, I wanted to know sooner rather than later.

So on a day that I didn't have to work until 2pm, I dragged my groggy ass out of bed at 6:30am. I drove down to the John C. Lincoln Breast Care Hospital and had my right boob lifted, adjusted, prodded, and smooshed three more times. The first time I'd gone in it really wasn't so bad--sadly comical more than anything--you never want to see your boob smashed flat to popping status under a bit of plexiglas. This time, they were really going for a good view, and DAMN. If you've never had a mammogram, they basically try to flatten out your boob to take an xray of it. You feel a bit like a puppet as they move not only your breast, but your entire body--hips, shoulders, arms--to get the best "sitting" of the breast on the xray plate. Then there is another flat bit of plastic--clear with black D shapes on it, apparently to indicate where the breast is supposed to fit in--that moves in to crush you against the xray plate.

Anyway. After the second set of screens were taken the nice lady that took the shots (the mammogramologist? seems too unwieldy a title) informed me that the radiologist still wanted a better look and was requesting an ultrasound. However, there was not a room available (and it was iffy at that) until around 11am. She assured me that it wasn't really anything to worry about, and sent me home with a card and a number to call in an hour's time.

So, feeling a bit brutalised and a lot concerned--despite Sharon's assurances--I headed home for a bit. When I called back, I was told that they could work my ultrasound in at 11:30am, so back I went. Not knowing how long it would last, but knowing full well about doctor's schedules, I'd already called work and told them I might be late--or absent, depending on the outcome of my visits. Good thing too, because they were finally able to work me in a little after 1pm.

The ultrasound itself was pretty cool. She turned the monitor so I could see what was coming up, and explained how the process worked, and what she was looking for. All I saw was a lot of white stripes and grey and black blobs. But she seemed to be making sense of it somehow. She took a couple of snapshots and headed off to the radiologist once again to see what he could see. I cleaned up the goo they use for the ultrasound (it's sticky and slimy all at the same time.ugh.), and sat down to wait.

Sharon came in a bit later and told me, basically, that everything is fine. I have some calcification going on that they were concerned about, but after all that mauling and whatnot they have concluded that the calcifications are benign. Normal wear and tear, I'm told. Shouldn't have to worry about another mammogram until I hit 40 (but I can pretty much tell you right now that I'm going to request another one 3 years from now, if not sooner).

I made it to work around 3:30pm, and still have not removed my wrist band from the hospital. I guess it's sort of my Badge of Courage for the day. I feel pretty exhausted, mentally and physically. I'm sore. I'm happy. There were a couple hours during the day today that I was going through all the "what-ifs". Wondering what would happen, how I would tell people--especially my family, how it would affect my life... I have always wished I'd been less blessed in the curve department, and I was pretty terrified for a bit today that I'd get my wish of a reduction. Scary stuff.

But it's all good. I'm keeping the girls for now. I'll bitch and complain that I can't find shirts that fit properly. I'll hold 'em when I go downstairs, and I'll continue to put on two sports bras when I go for a run or a bike ride. And you know what?? I'll LIKE IT!

whelmed

Not currently *over*whelmed. Just whelmed.

I was reading some of my other favourite blogs, and feeling a bit bitchy about the fact that a couple of them haven't updated in a while when I remembered that I haven't jotted anything of note here in over a week. I haven't heard any complaints, so I guess no one is missing me, but still. Far be it from me to bitch about something I'm so guilty of. So, in order that I may bitch free from guilt, here's my update.

1) got the lawnmower back from Small Engine World last week. Apparently the carborator(sp) was jacked from all the rainwater, so they replaced that and gave it a general tune up and it's as good as new to the tune of about $40. Well worth it, I'd say. It took several passes at the 18" grass to get it managable again, but the dogs will no longer have to fret at having grass tickle their butts when they try to poop.

2) after spending rather a long time in the yard yesterday doing said mowing, I ended up with a gargantuan migraine that I thought was going to render me permenently blind. It snuck up on me, and by the time I thought to take anything, it was already full swing, causing dizziness, nausea, and aforementioned blindness. Russell put me to bed around 7pm and I thrashed around for about 2 hours before finally falling asleep. I slept until about 8:30 this morning. Go figure. Less sun, more water for me.

3) I finally got the two new tubes and tires put on my bike, along with new handlebar grips--as my old ones were disintegrating at an alarming pace. I took it for a ride the other night, and so far all systems are go. Woohoo. It's even been Tolerably Warm out the last few days, instead of the usual Stiflingly Hot. When I say "warm" let me just clarify that it's only 93 degrees outside instead of 105. Russell even put the top down on the convertable yesterday on his way home. Fall is on it's way, folks!

4) I'm beside myself with joy becuase I'm going back to KC for a week in September. My best friend had a baby, as you know if you've been paying attention, and I'm going to go meet her! I'm also going to get a chance to hit up the Kansas City Renaissance Festival, do some shopping in Lawrence, KS (sigh, how I miss that place), and visit my folks in Missouri for a couple of days. I haven't taken a vacation....ever. And although this isn't very luxurious or exotic, I really can't think of anyplace I'd rather go right now.

So there you have a brief history of the past week or so. I can go bitch to my fellow bloggers now....

Read This!

I've said it before, I'll say it again. You must readDooce.