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Saturday, June 30, 2007

3 word quiz
You have to use 3 words to answer each question. No more, no less.
It's harder than you think.

1. Where is your cell phone?: Around the house

2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?: I have none


3. Your hair?: Wet and curly


4. Where is your father?: In Detroit city


5. Your favorite thing to do?: napping on couch

6. Your dream last night?: was too short

7. Your favorite drink?: black russian, rocks

8. Your dream car?: will be free


9. The room you're in?: the smaller bedroom

10. Your fears?: debt and disability

11. Who did you hang out with last night?: i relaxed here

12. What you're not good at?: confronting annoying people

13. Muffin?: is very tasty

14. One of your wish list items: retire at 40

15. Where did you grow up?: in toledoohio

16. The last thing you did?: took a shower

17. What are you wearing?: t-shirt and shorts


18. Your computer?: is very heavy


19. Your life: a big joke


20. Your mood?: i'm kinda irritated


21. Missing?: missed my ride

22. What are you thinking about right now? stood-up by neighbors

23. Your car? is not clean


24. Your work?: pays very poorly

25. Your summer?: boring, so far

26. Your favorite color(s): purple, yellow, green
27. When is the last time you laughed?: while watching scrubs

28. Last time you cried?: while watching srubs

29. School?: down the street

If it is Not One Thing.....

Thursday, June 28, 2007

I had some news. In the last two weeks I have met with two of my doctors.

First, my GP was alarmed at the amount of weight that I have gained since the last time I met with her. She sent me for a glucose test since diabetes runs in my family and I have been experiencing symptoms that led her to order the test. This week, I met with my sleep disorder specialist. He was equally alarmed at my wieght gain. He said that it is "highly unusual" for someone to gain weight while on the sleep therapy drug.

There goes those phrases that doctor's use -- those codes. I have been thinking about this phrase for several days. "Highly unusual" Me thinks that itnis code for 'something is seriously wrong.' Everyone else lost weight while taking this drug. Then he says that if I have pre-diabetes I must immediately come off the drug. I went to the Net for some insight. Found a few strings that discussed the relationship of certain sleep medications that cause diabetes, pancreatitis and acute pancreatitis. Of course.....

My Line Sister used to say all of the time. "If it is not One Thing it is Ten!

So you are probably wondering, well how much weight have you gained. Hmmm.... I started tracking my weight in April because I thought I was going crazy. I have gained 18 pounds from March 15 to June 15. More than twenty since last year when I started the medicine. The sleep doctor told me to lose weight. Like I haven't noticed....

Like I can reasonably fit my clothes or my SHOES. I mean seriously. Is he joking? Losing weight is always on my mind.

So, I call Steelcurtain, with whom I have been having friendly conversations lately and I asked him to help me lose weight. He told me to stop drinking. What the Dish Network Service....

Yes, I believe that having Dish Network Service is like living in Hell. A Hell where everything is my error. It could be that my phone line is outdated. So I have AT&T come out and upgrade the 1950 era lines. Or it could be that there is something wrong with the line.

So, I install a brand new line dedicated to the receiver. Or it could be that my DSL filter is not working.

So, I purchase new ones from Radio Shack and the salesperson suggests that nothing will make the Dish receiver work better.

Or (this is the best one yet - heard it last week) it could be that I picked up the phone after the Dish Receiver attempted to call the Dish system and heard the announcement that you hear when you call a bad number. You know... "check the number and try again..."

Now, have you EVER heard of a time where if the extension was picked up the phone connection was interrupted or otherwise not connected? Neither have I. But Dish Network has trained all of its Indian representatives to suggest that everything that could possibly or remotely be your fault, is the reason why the Dish receiver will not order PPV movies or anything else. AND you have to pay the $2 fee to order a PPV over the phone. And if you want a tech to come out and verify that the stupid foreign made receiver is INDEED calling the wrong number, YOU must pay $55.00. Because the warranty has elapsed. AND if it is broken, you must pay for the S&H fee to receive a new one. I HATE CALL CENTERS.

But I am off topic...And losing my vodka induced feelings of euphoria. I begged Steelcurtain to take the vodka and rum in my house. He refused -- actually suggested that I have willpower. As I draft this blog entry, completely blitzed on Vodka and Dr. Pepper.......

Not to mention the neighbor that works as a bartender and turned me onto this great rum with a hint of vanilla that is $10 cheaper than Captain Morgan (which I despise) and so smooth that I forgot what it is named..... I decided to scoff at his suggestion that I stop drinking... Perhaps, when the bottle is empty....... Besides a friend is turning 30 tomorrow. I wonder "What was he thinking."

Well, I am going to have to do a few things differently.

First, I joined this site. traineo

My Member name is Ibrizzy (I know, I forgot the "F") Since I have already been working out and watching what I eat - I am not sure what else can be done.

Pictures Taken with the Camera Phone

Monday, June 25, 2007


tornado
Originally uploaded by estioney

I first noticed this sign a few weeks ago. I did some investigation. It seemed that during a recent tornado warning staff were not permitted to leave the campus but few knew where the safe places were located. So the university designated funds to purchase and install these signs.
I love working here. The administration is very responsive to our needs.
The signs make me laugh
First, my ex-boyfriend at Kent State University liked to call himself “Hurricane.” He had a theme rap song, sound effects and movement for nickname. On notes, he would draw a logo. The logo looked exactly like the tornado on the sign. I used to tell him that he was drawing a tornado and not a hurricane and he would always remind me that hurricanes have a center and consist of spinning winds. He probably still draws the UNIVERSALLY recognized tornado image and calls it a hurricane.
Writing on tornadoes, I now feel that every time there is a thunderstorm I hear the sirens. I am beginning to dislike Doppler. Doppler compels the meteorologists to “cry wolf.” I find the sirens to be distracting. Like the terrorist threat level color alert system that I used to have streaming on my desktop a few years ago. I remember the days when the “Warnings” did not broadcast until someone actually SAW the tornado. My irritation comes from warnings based on the rotations that can be seen on Doppler radar but don’t actually make a tornado. So there are more "Warnings" but the same number of real tornadoes. Now imagine a new institutional policy that requires everyone to remain where they are during a warning. ARGH!
The signs all by themselves are comforting. Don’t you think so? Don’t you just want to take it off the wall and hang it on your bedroom door? No…., imagine if you were a college student. You want it now, don’t you? Well, so did about 20 other college students. These signs that were meant to save our lives during a tornado warning are now used to identify the rooms of horny jocks and frat boys. Oh, those college pranksters. Yes the same ones that will steal my parking permit, office signs and public ashtrays. I wish that they would just chalk up the sidewalks and leave stuff on the walls alone. Soon, these signs will be painted on the walls.
I am always surprised by the stuff that is done to make our lives easier and safer but backfire.
On another random thought. I am in love with my DVR although I despise Dish Network service. Because of my dvr I have been turned onto The Office, Scrubs, House and Boston Legal. Great Shows! Have me wetting my pants laughing so hard. I have also discovered Enterprise and Angel. although very lately.








Feeling Safe

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

I first noticed this sign a few weeks ago. I did some investigation. It seemed that during a recent tornado warning staff were not permitted to leave the campus but few new where the safe places were located. So the university designated funds to purchase and install these signs.

I love working here. The administration is very responsive to our needs.

The signs make me laugh

First, my ex-boyfriend at Kent State University liked to call himself “Hurricane.” He had a theme rap song, sound effects and movement for nickname. On notes, he would draw a logo. The logo looked exactly like the tornado on the sign. I used to tell him that he was drawing a tornado and not a hurricane and he would always remind me that hurricanes have a center and consist of spinning winds. He probably still draws the UNIVERSALLY recognized tornado image and calls it a hurricane.

Writing on tornadoes, I now feel that everytime there is a thunderstorm I hear the sirens. I am beginning to dislike Doppler. Doppler compels the meteorologists to “cry wolf.” I find the sirens to be distracting. Like the terrorist threat level color alert system that I used to have streaming on my desktop a few years ago. I remember the days when the “Warnings” did not broadcast until someone actually SAW the tornado. My irritation comes from warnings based on the rotations that can be seen on Doppler radar but don’t actually make a tornado. So there are more "Warnings" but the same number of real tornadoes. Now imagine a new institutional policy that requires everyone to remain where they are during a warning. ARGH!

The signs all by themselves are comforting. Don’t you think so? Don’t you just want to take it off the wall and hang it on your bedroom door? No, imagine if you were a college student. You want it now, don’t you? Well, so did about 20 other college students. These signs that were meant to save our lives during a tornado warning are now used to identify the rooms of horny jocks and frat boys. Oh, those college pranksters. Yes the same ones that will steal my parking permit, office signs and public ashtrays. I wish that they would just chalk up the sidewalks and leave stuff on the walls alone. Soon, these signs will be painted on the walls.

I am always surprised by the stuff that is done to make our lives easier and safer but backfire.

On another random thought. I am in love with my DVR although I despise Dish Network service. Because of my dvr I have been turned onto The Office, Scrubs, House and Boston Legal. Great Shows! Have me wetting my pants laughing so hard. I have also discovered Enterprise and Angel. although very lately.

My Nickname

Monday, June 11, 2007

My Nickname

In 1999, I had had enough.

My hair was breaking off. It was getting shorter and shorter. I decided that I wanted to begin pressing my hair and leave the straightening cream alone.

My hairdresser seemed to become very frightened at the idea of me changing my hairdo. I don’t know if it was the potential earnings loss for him or his reputation. He calling card was the “Wrap.” He told me that my hair would fall out and I should just continue getting perms. Since my hair was already falling out with the perms I decided to make the transition on my own.

Going natural was a solitary journey. It wasn’t one that I began because of some new political awareness. I didn’t change my lifestyle. Despite this people began to assume that I was a vegetarian and wanted to talk about Black issues all of the time.

I discovered that I have very odd hair that will not nap properly. It just coils. I pay good money to get it twisted and it will unravel. My high school students used to pull on my hair to watch it snap back. Like “Boing.” Kinda irritating.

I hate wearing afro puffs because they give me headaches yet they are the nappy equivalent to a lazy pony-tail.

People also assumed that I was locking my hair which is absurd. I didn’t want to do anything to my hair that was permanent ever again.

I have received funny looks, stares, comments and nasty remarks from friends, co-workers and family.

I was being defiant against generations of lye conditioning.

It as if I had stopped attending religious services and I people wanted to bring me into the lye. I didn’t care.

After years of this abuse I began to find the entire debate very funny. I once remarked to a “Diversity Trainer” that I had nappy hair and she lectured me on why I should not refer to my hair as nappy…. I was demeaning myself. Whateva! I had already embraced the nappy. I wanted to shout it everywhere that I went.

In 2004 I wanted a vanity license plate. In Ohio there are words that cannot be used on license plates that are of a sensitive certain tone. True story.. Years ago, I used to regularly see a car that read " Biiyach." It disappeared one day . I later heard about the screening process for vanity plates and that police officers could cite you for having offensive plates. When I checked for kinky and nappy they were both rejected. I can't imagine why....

But IBFRZY was not. That is how I came up with my nickname an OHIO DMV approved phrase. I didn’t get the plate because of the cost and I believe that it is no longer approved. Ha ha….

That’s my story

Blog Life

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

It seems that a few of my friends have left Yahoo! 360 because they felt that not enough people post comments to their entries.

I have seen blog pages with thousands of views and scores of comments for every entry. Of course, those were really interesting blogs. But the time it must take or the personality that one must have in order to write such interesting blog entries that attract such a loyal comment base. WOW!

I am not sure that I could ever attract that kind of adoration for the bemused or satirical reflections of my ordinary life.

I visit blogs where readers comment all of the time, some everyday.

I work everyday. Reviewing electronic data, paper records, and walking up and down the hall to the restroom. Making sure student-workers aren’t goofing off. When I get home, sometimes I do not look at my computer. I can’t imagine writing a blog entry everyday. I can’t imagine someone reading my blog entries everyday.

Besides, you would not want me to do so. I am not kidding when I write that I know the funniest people, or that the strangest things happen to me or that I think that the meaning of life is to make God laugh……..So I write a blog to make it easier for God to keep up with the inside jokes. You see, that is how I view life as a running joke…..

So, I make the best of it. I try not to worry. I enjoy rum, vodka and tequila. I make things with my hands. I am gracious and open up my life to my friends. I tolerate the paperboy. I deal with strays by trying to find them a home. Just not mine. I find humor in other people’s children. My lawn always needs mowinig - and I refuse to do it. I refer to my needlework hobby as Cripple Me Crochet. I battle with my lawn. I don’t sleep. I blame my father for my allergies. I blame my grandmother for my height. I don’t like being single and over 30 but I don’t want anyone to point it out. I have a cat that I cannot train. I don’t like kittens in groups. I choose the worst contractors. I am avoiding Imakronicliar’s calls requesting that I bring to him the clothes that he abandoned at my house. . Not really good enough for a daily read…..

I do receive complaints from my family and friends when I do not post for a few weeks or when my post is long (because I have a lot to write). But they do not comment when I do post. I wonder why???? Ah, who cares and where is my rum?

I will not abandon 360 but I wonder if there is a relationship with blog comment to my blog posts and the meaning of life.

I found that picture at

www.flickr.com/photos/coolmel/128137848/

Cat Strays

Cat People
I offered to give to a friend of mine some of my errant daylilies. I took out the pitchfork and started stabbing into the ground. A cat jumps from out of nowhere. I think nothing of it as I look for more daylilies that are growing unchecked in my lawn.
I stab, tilt and lift daylily after daylily for my friend. Just before my final stab, I see them. The newborn kittens that the cat had left.
Just so you know.
Kittens are only cute on tv and calendars. Kittens in real life are a hassle. They run all over your house, make a lot of noise and a lot of damage. Kittens in your yard are worse. They are feral unless you can catch them and put your scent on them. They live in your yard and then they go into heat and have their own babies.
My neighbor Linda and I were trying to stop this problem. She has had kittens living in her garage for a year now.

So I went to the Humane society and got a cat trap.
Seriously. We set it out and waited. While we waited we discovered three more kittens behind her yard bringing the total to 6. After we caught the mom cat we gathered the kittens and took them to the society.
Well, there goes one set of kittens. It will be a long summer I assure you.
I had to leave a $50 deposit for the cat trap. I am thinking about either donating it or using it for the next set of kittens that appear behind my garage.

Strays… now that is a topic. I wrote several blogs about strays last year around this time. Funny how things repeat themselves.

Stray cats are a bother. They piss and poo in your mulch. If you feed them they will never go away. My neighbor Linda fed them last summer and never closed her garage because she didn’t feel it was right to permit helpless animals to starve or freeze to death.
Of course, we now have boarders in her garage and in my yard. I wouldn’t mind so much if cats ate slugs. I have a horrible slug problem. They eat everything. My pepper plants, my tomato plants, my Zinnias everything

Back to the stray cats. Not only will not they leave but they will regard all property and land to be theirs. Even if you try to remove them. They will try to come back.

Just like stray people. I got rid of one very troublesome stray last year. The stray was locked up at the Animal Shelter for a few months for scratching a Dog Owner and has been let go into a temporary shelter before being permitted to roam the streets again. This stray likes to write letters to me (can you imagine a stray writing a letter? Nothing to read… paw prints). The stray wants something from me.

The stray keeps calling me at all hours requesting that I bring to his Halfway Home for Strays some clothing that he seems to remember leaving at my home.
Hmmm…. The best way to get rid of stray is to get rid of everything that the stray had used, has marked, and slept in. You know anything that has the stray’s scent on it. So, I did…..

It is rather funny and quite pitiful that he keeps calling me.

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