Subject: My Day
Date: Thursday 8/24/06 9:30:00 PM
Music: Bring Me to Life-Rayzd-Just Fade Away: Music of Cowboy Bebop and Other Sounds for the Otaku
My day started out at 7:30am, I was at the hospital at 9:40AM and I left at around 7:00PM. Mom’s surgery went exactly as planned and she’s spending the night over there for pain management. I thank you all for your kind wishes (on and off LJ/on and off line). I have a lot to say, just not right now…so I’ll provide some eye candy:
Subject: My Day
Date: Thursday 8/24/06 9:30:00 PM
Music: Bring Me to Life-Rayzd-Just Fade Away: Music of Cowboy Bebop and Other Sounds for the Otaku
My day started out at 7:30am, I was at the hospital at 9:40AM and I left at around 7:00PM. Mom’s surgery went exactly as planned and she’s spending the night over there for pain management. I thank you all for your kind wishes (on and off LJ/on and off line). I have a lot to say, just not right now…so I’ll provide some eye candy:
Subject: Getting Ready to Take Mom to the Hospital
Date: Thursday 8/24/06 8:26:00 AM
My Mom’s having hand surgery today; they’re replacing missing cartilage in her hand with a tendon from her arm, and then attempting to re-attach another tendon to make sure the muscle doesn’t atrophy (though the doctor said Mom had wussy tendons, we’re hoping they’ll be able to do things right, well…obviously). Apparently her doctor changed his mind and she WILL be spending the night at the Hospital, but she’s really the easiest patient ever…she has Fibromyalgia and Narcolepsy…so she’ll just sleep through it.
So I need to go finish packing my bag (notepad, game boy, bottle of water…check) and printing directions to the hospital, she needs to be there at 9:45 and were leaving here at 9:00.
And my stomach is now, jumping loops! Oh boy.
Okay, I need to get dressed, catch up with everyone soon.
~ Metro
Subject: Getting Ready to Take Mom to the Hospital
Date: Thursday 8/24/06 8:26:00 AM
My Mom’s having hand surgery today; they’re replacing missing cartilage in her hand with a tendon from her arm, and then attempting to re-attach another tendon to make sure the muscle doesn’t atrophy (though the doctor said Mom had wussy tendons, we’re hoping they’ll be able to do things right, well…obviously). Apparently her doctor changed his mind and she WILL be spending the night at the Hospital, but she’s really the easiest patient ever…she has Fibromyalgia and Narcolepsy…so she’ll just sleep through it.
So I need to go finish packing my bag (notepad, game boy, bottle of water…check) and printing directions to the hospital, she needs to be there at 9:45 and were leaving here at 9:00.
And my stomach is now, jumping loops! Oh boy.
Okay, I need to get dressed, catch up with everyone soon.
~ Metro
Subject: Oh My God…Most Painful…yet Most Hysterically Funny Trip Ever
Date: Sunday 8/20/06 11:28:00 PM
Thank God I’m Back in New York.
I think I’ll be in Florida twice more in my life:
Once to Visit Grandma Because I said I would.
Once to Pack Grandma for her Final ‘Vacation’
Now, time for nosh until I go with Mom to take another set of Cousins to the Hospital for Tests/Procedure because she shouldn’t have to go by herself at 4:30 in the morning.
Subject: Oh My God…Most Painful…yet Most Hysterically Funny Trip Ever
Date: Sunday 8/20/06 11:28:00 PM
Thank God I’m Back in New York.
I think I’ll be in Florida twice more in my life:
Once to Visit Grandma Because I said I would.
Once to Pack Grandma for her Final ‘Vacation’
Now, time for nosh until I go with Mom to take another set of Cousins to the Hospital for Tests/Procedure because she shouldn’t have to go by herself at 4:30 in the morning.
Subject: Sex Without Foreplay is like Ice Cream Without Sprinkles…why bother?
Date: Thursday 8/17/06 5:21:00 AM
Mood: Almost Time For Coffee
Music: Boulevard of Broken Dreams-Green Day-Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Single
Anyways, almost all packed for Florida. I’m going down to move my Grandmother into Independent living; this will be the second time I’m down there in a quite a few years. The last time I was there was when my Grandfather was on his deathbed and I said goodbye…it was the same month that I had my first kiss (well, Gay kiss).
“Oh don’t tell me that wasn’t fun, GOD it’s been so long since I’ve had a decent spot of violence” – Spike
Can’t say I’m terribly excited to be going to Florida. First, it really isn’t my favorite state. I hate bugs, and more importantly, I really, really dislike butterflies (they freak me out, and really, I can’t express to you fully how much I dislike them…I know, I know ‘they’re pretty’ – let’s just say that there’s a reason I’m not allowed in butterfly world anymore and we’ll leave it at that (Carrie’s with me on this one though, stupid butterflies).
I know a lot of people like to hang out on beaches and stuff during vacations and yeah…I don’t do vacations…I do trips. Like, I need to be doing something, where potentially, I have a chance to be killed, maimed or otherwise injured for an extended period of time to relax and clear my mind:
Been trapped in a herd of wild Bison? Done it. Mom was there. It was fun.
Horse rode through the wilderness to the farthest point of any road in the U.S.? Done it. It was fun. Dad’s horse had more flatulence then my Dad does, which was impressive to say the least. I felt bad for the horse…and the person riding behind it…my dad’s horse also fell asleep…standing up – I’ve NEVER seen a horse do that before or since…clearly his horse rode the mini-bus to school.
Had wild horses trample through our camp site? Yup. I wasn’t scared, so much as pissed…it was like 5am and the guy in the camp site over from ours didn’t hobble his horses because they were (the asshole said this net gem with a straight face) ‘well they behaved the night before’ – okay, they’re not your teenager, they’re horsies…and they’ve now gone and woke me and everyone else up well before I was even near starting my first cup of coffee (I’m not human until about my third or fourth cup of coffee…and that’s just getting us started on the daily caffeine intake). John Henry shoed the horses over the river that was near the camp; let the moron round ’em up later.
Hotel Fires? More than once (these REALLY get the blood flowing).
Rock Climbed? A bit, something I really need to get back into…I haven’t done it in years (like since I was 12).
Ice Climbed? Not yet…but coming really, really soon. I just need to find an outfitter and trainer and a location that’s good for beginners at the novice level.
Hurricanes of Large Proportions? Yeah, I think I was 11, we were traveling in The South. It was fucking AWESOME to see the storms come in over the water, we were in Nags Head, North Carolina – totally gorgeous. Ever since I’ve wanted to chase storms at least once in my life, it’s still on the To Do list.
Swam in a Flash Flood? Yup…well I had to to get from the Car to the sidewalk somehow, and then to someone’s door. Mom was there for that one too…she was driving at the time. I was in Middle School I think (I’m not sure, I’d have to ask her for the year that happened).
Pulled my Dad – who was upside down at the time – from the Trees he and his skis were stuck in? Yes…he said he ‘caught an edge’ my response was ‘what kind of edge leaves you hanging upside down in the trees?’ – he just grunted. I still quite haven’t figured out how he managed to do it and he isn’t telling.
E.R. Visits: Quite a few actually, we used to have our ‘regular’ plastic surgeon (my twin and I) that we requested when we needed to be stitched up…I can safely say that I am the cause for more than one of my mom’s grey hairs (lol Marian, one day I’ll introduce you to my Mother).
Now all of the above, to me was FUN – as you can see, I really don’t like those boring, no first aid kit required, vacations. What’s the point?
I can shop at a mall at home, I can sit on a beach at home…I can only face riot police, wild fires, mass flooding, and other near death experiences in other parts of the globe. I swear to God, my husband – when I finally find him (well, I’m still rooting for George in all honesty, hot canadian bass guitarist that he is) is gunna have to be tough as nails and ready for action (both in and out of bed) or at least really, really calm in ‘crisis’ (read: my vacation) situations. I pride myself in the fact that I have almost every Worst Case Scenario survival book (not only that, I post-it flagged the REALLY important entries, like how to jump into a dumpster and get across the top of a moving train) and that Kim (Good Kim, not Evil Kim) gave me the page a day calendar last holiday season.
So you’re more than welcome to go to Sandals or Beaches or the Mall of America…i’ll stick with high risk zones…and maybe traveling to the Southern Hemisphere to play with Penguins (providing they’re friendly…I actually need to check on that, but if they are i want to sled with them)….how COOL would that be? Dude, I’d love to be able to slide like they can, it just looks like so much fun. I think Candie (covarla) would have to come with me for that trip though…if I went without her, she’d kill me.
Okay, time to burn a CD For the Trip and then finish packing in the joint clothing back and then getting my satchel filled with pens, writing materials, etc for the trip. I don’t know how people functioned before the invention of messenger bags and the like, I can’t live without mine (I mean I can, it’d just be less organized living lol).
Okay…peace out all; I’ll pone post from FL when I get there ’cause I’m leaving the laptop at the LI house so I can get through security easier.
Subject: Sex Without Foreplay is like Ice Cream Without Sprinkles…why bother?
Date: Thursday 8/17/06 5:21:00 AM
Mood: Almost Time For Coffee
Music: Boulevard of Broken Dreams-Green Day-Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Single
Anyways, almost all packed for Florida. I’m going down to move my Grandmother into Independent living; this will be the second time I’m down there in a quite a few years. The last time I was there was when my Grandfather was on his deathbed and I said goodbye…it was the same month that I had my first kiss (well, Gay kiss).
“Oh don’t tell me that wasn’t fun, GOD it’s been so long since I’ve had a decent spot of violence” – Spike
Can’t say I’m terribly excited to be going to Florida. First, it really isn’t my favorite state. I hate bugs, and more importantly, I really, really dislike butterflies (they freak me out, and really, I can’t express to you fully how much I dislike them…I know, I know ‘they’re pretty’ – let’s just say that there’s a reason I’m not allowed in butterfly world anymore and we’ll leave it at that (Carrie’s with me on this one though, stupid butterflies).
I know a lot of people like to hang out on beaches and stuff during vacations and yeah…I don’t do vacations…I do trips. Like, I need to be doing something, where potentially, I have a chance to be killed, maimed or otherwise injured for an extended period of time to relax and clear my mind:
Been trapped in a herd of wild Bison? Done it. Mom was there. It was fun.
Horse rode through the wilderness to the farthest point of any road in the U.S.? Done it. It was fun. Dad’s horse had more flatulence then my Dad does, which was impressive to say the least. I felt bad for the horse…and the person riding behind it…my dad’s horse also fell asleep…standing up – I’ve NEVER seen a horse do that before or since…clearly his horse rode the mini-bus to school.
Had wild horses trample through our camp site? Yup. I wasn’t scared, so much as pissed…it was like 5am and the guy in the camp site over from ours didn’t hobble his horses because they were (the asshole said this net gem with a straight face) ‘well they behaved the night before’ – okay, they’re not your teenager, they’re horsies…and they’ve now gone and woke me and everyone else up well before I was even near starting my first cup of coffee (I’m not human until about my third or fourth cup of coffee…and that’s just getting us started on the daily caffeine intake). John Henry shoed the horses over the river that was near the camp; let the moron round ’em up later.
Hotel Fires? More than once (these REALLY get the blood flowing).
Rock Climbed? A bit, something I really need to get back into…I haven’t done it in years (like since I was 12).
Ice Climbed? Not yet…but coming really, really soon. I just need to find an outfitter and trainer and a location that’s good for beginners at the novice level.
Hurricanes of Large Proportions? Yeah, I think I was 11, we were traveling in The South. It was fucking AWESOME to see the storms come in over the water, we were in Nags Head, North Carolina – totally gorgeous. Ever since I’ve wanted to chase storms at least once in my life, it’s still on the To Do list.
Swam in a Flash Flood? Yup…well I had to to get from the Car to the sidewalk somehow, and then to someone’s door. Mom was there for that one too…she was driving at the time. I was in Middle School I think (I’m not sure, I’d have to ask her for the year that happened).
Pulled my Dad – who was upside down at the time – from the Trees he and his skis were stuck in? Yes…he said he ‘caught an edge’ my response was ‘what kind of edge leaves you hanging upside down in the trees?’ – he just grunted. I still quite haven’t figured out how he managed to do it and he isn’t telling.
E.R. Visits: Quite a few actually, we used to have our ‘regular’ plastic surgeon (my twin and I) that we requested when we needed to be stitched up…I can safely say that I am the cause for more than one of my mom’s grey hairs (lol Marian, one day I’ll introduce you to my Mother).
Now all of the above, to me was FUN – as you can see, I really don’t like those boring, no first aid kit required, vacations. What’s the point?
I can shop at a mall at home, I can sit on a beach at home…I can only face riot police, wild fires, mass flooding, and other near death experiences in other parts of the globe. I swear to God, my husband – when I finally find him (well, I’m still rooting for George in all honesty, hot canadian bass guitarist that he is) is gunna have to be tough as nails and ready for action (both in and out of bed) or at least really, really calm in ‘crisis’ (read: my vacation) situations. I pride myself in the fact that I have almost every Worst Case Scenario survival book (not only that, I post-it flagged the REALLY important entries, like how to jump into a dumpster and get across the top of a moving train) and that Kim (Good Kim, not Evil Kim) gave me the page a day calendar last holiday season.
So you’re more than welcome to go to Sandals or Beaches or the Mall of America…i’ll stick with high risk zones…and maybe traveling to the Southern Hemisphere to play with Penguins (providing they’re friendly…I actually need to check on that, but if they are i want to sled with them)….how COOL would that be? Dude, I’d love to be able to slide like they can, it just looks like so much fun. I think Candie (covarla) would have to come with me for that trip though…if I went without her, she’d kill me.
Okay, time to burn a CD For the Trip and then finish packing in the joint clothing back and then getting my satchel filled with pens, writing materials, etc for the trip. I don’t know how people functioned before the invention of messenger bags and the like, I can’t live without mine (I mean I can, it’d just be less organized living lol).
Okay…peace out all; I’ll pone post from FL when I get there ’cause I’m leaving the laptop at the LI house so I can get through security easier.
Subject: This is all I will say on this subject
Date: Wednesday 8/16/06 5:10:00 PM
I have been asked repeatedly on what my take on the Middle East situation is; perhaps I’ve been asked so often recently because I’m a Jewish Student, from a family of Holocaust Survivors who’s in the Arabic International Studies Department (something that sometimes confuses people)…maybe its just because people want to know what I think; so below is all I have to say on the entire issue. Comments are being screened because this is my home (digitally speaking) and there are some things and some words which people may be inclined to use after this post which I don’t allow to be used in my house.
My Enemy
My enemy is not the Lebanese.
My enemy is not the Palestinians.
My enemy is no one who shares my Semitic Heritage.
My enemy is not an Arab or a person of Arab Ancestry.
My enemy is Fear.
My enemy is Hate.
My enemy is Bigotry.
My enemy is Racism.
My enemy is Ignorance.
My enemy is Imperialism under whatever name you wish to call it.
My enemy is anyone who uses the suffering, the death and the persecution and the mass genocide of my family to justify the death and the persecution of another’s family.
“Set these words which I command you this day upon your heart and upon your forehead, speak of them when you rise up and when you lay down, and teach them faithfully to your children” and it’s amazing how few actually get the message, the simple fact that no matter what path you take up the mountain of life and under what name or names you call the spiritual, the divine that all these paths teach the same thing.
LOVE like it is your last minute on Earth because you never know when your thread will be cut.
Show COMPASSION, MERCY and GRACE to all who need it.
FORGIVE all who have transgressed you and ask for their forgiveness for your transgressions so that you can HEAL.
CARE for those who need it and for those who cannot ask for help. Defend the weak. Stand up for the defenseless. Stand up for what is righteous even if you find yourself standing alone.
And always ACCEPT the fact that you are not perfect, that you will falter, that you will stray from the path and accept that as you forgive others you too shall be forgiven.
My enemy is anyone who says they can’t.
My enemy is anyone who succumbs to fear.
My enemy is anyone who funds militia over education.
My enemy is anyone who says things will never change.
My enemy is anyone who stands blindly with any leader.
My enemy is anyone who gives away their rights without a fight.
My enemy is anyone who builds fences instead of tearing down walls.
My enemy is anyone who believes that to be a real man you have to kill.
My enemy is anyone who blindly supports the actions of any armed group.
My enemy is anyone who trembles with rage at injustice but who remains silent.
My enemy is anyone who thinks that democracy can come from the barrel of a gun
“He who saves a single life, saves the world entire. He who takes a single life, destroys the world entire” – Talmud
Any coward can wield a sword. Any coward can strike another down. Any coward can beat the drums of war and rally the people. Only a human endowed by the divine can become a healer, can become a person of compassion, can save life instead of taking it. Only a person with the iron core provided by the ethereal can walk up to their enemy, extend a hand and say “come, let us work together” and become a Peacemaker.
That should cover just about how I feel about everything.
Subject: This is all I will say on this subject
Date: Wednesday 8/16/06 5:10:00 PM
I have been asked repeatedly on what my take on the Middle East situation is; perhaps I’ve been asked so often recently because I’m a Jewish Student, from a family of Holocaust Survivors who’s in the Arabic International Studies Department (something that sometimes confuses people)…maybe its just because people want to know what I think; so below is all I have to say on the entire issue. Comments are being screened because this is my home (digitally speaking) and there are some things and some words which people may be inclined to use after this post which I don’t allow to be used in my house.
My Enemy
My enemy is not the Lebanese.
My enemy is not the Palestinians.
My enemy is no one who shares my Semitic Heritage.
My enemy is not an Arab or a person of Arab Ancestry.
My enemy is Fear.
My enemy is Hate.
My enemy is Bigotry.
My enemy is Racism.
My enemy is Ignorance.
My enemy is Imperialism under whatever name you wish to call it.
My enemy is anyone who uses the suffering, the death and the persecution and the mass genocide of my family to justify the death and the persecution of another’s family.
“Set these words which I command you this day upon your heart and upon your forehead, speak of them when you rise up and when you lay down, and teach them faithfully to your children” and it’s amazing how few actually get the message, the simple fact that no matter what path you take up the mountain of life and under what name or names you call the spiritual, the divine that all these paths teach the same thing.
LOVE like it is your last minute on Earth because you never know when your thread will be cut.
Show COMPASSION, MERCY and GRACE to all who need it.
FORGIVE all who have transgressed you and ask for their forgiveness for your transgressions so that you can HEAL.
CARE for those who need it and for those who cannot ask for help. Defend the weak. Stand up for the defenseless. Stand up for what is righteous even if you find yourself standing alone.
And always ACCEPT the fact that you are not perfect, that you will falter, that you will stray from the path and accept that as you forgive others you too shall be forgiven.
My enemy is anyone who says they can’t.
My enemy is anyone who succumbs to fear.
My enemy is anyone who funds militia over education.
My enemy is anyone who says things will never change.
My enemy is anyone who stands blindly with any leader.
My enemy is anyone who gives away their rights without a fight.
My enemy is anyone who builds fences instead of tearing down walls.
My enemy is anyone who believes that to be a real man you have to kill.
My enemy is anyone who blindly supports the actions of any armed group.
My enemy is anyone who trembles with rage at injustice but who remains silent.
My enemy is anyone who thinks that democracy can come from the barrel of a gun
“He who saves a single life, saves the world entire. He who takes a single life, destroys the world entire” – Talmud
Any coward can wield a sword. Any coward can strike another down. Any coward can beat the drums of war and rally the people. Only a human endowed by the divine can become a healer, can become a person of compassion, can save life instead of taking it. Only a person with the iron core provided by the ethereal can walk up to their enemy, extend a hand and say “come, let us work together” and become a Peacemaker.
That should cover just about how I feel about everything.
moocowinthecity