Time for some Blog Stew

10 days went by without me posting, and you know what that means, Mah Peepull! It’s time for another heapin’ helpin’ of Blog Stew!

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I got The Plague. As you can see, I lived to tell the tale. It was a very close call.

While I didn’t get the tummy part of it (Thank GOD!) I did get the body ache part, and I’ve never had it so bad, EVER. I stayed in bed for almost an entire day straight and then moved very carefully for the next couple days. I managed to not share The Plague with Hunky and boys.

I did, however, manage to generate about 7 quarts of snot. (I may tend toward hyperbole. Just sayin’.)

I can be a huge baby when I get sick. If I have the strength, I contact close friends to say goodbye and if applicable, reveal what I’m bequeathing them with in my will.

I just realized that I may have already told you this. It was The Plague followed by the hotel weekend. Did I already tell you this or did I just post it as a status update on Twitter/Facebook?

I have no idea what I’m doing. Someone should take away my blogging license.

Oh, look! Something shiny!!!

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I’ve been a lot more active on Twitter lately. I think it may be true what they say about tweeting something and wasting a good idea for a post. I’ve caught myself a few times tweeting something that I really should flesh out into a decent post.

If you tweet it and don’t post it… using that one good idea to put a tweet out there that has decent substance gets more attention on Twitter and goes a lot farther in developing relationships and finding readers.

If you tweet it and also post it… I think it could show bad form to tweet something and then also use that idea to post. I’m not judging people who do that, I’m just saying it doesn’t feel right to me. I may change my mind; it’s not out of the realm of possibilility. After all, bumper stickers and tshirts all over the world assure me that it’s my right as a woman. Oh, another downer: If you do both, it shows up multiple times in feeds like FriendFeed, Buzz, Seesmic, etc and you run the risk of irritating people and having them unsubscribe.

I guess what I’m saying is… it’s a trade off.

And I may have put way too much thought into this.

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A friend at work just got a new MP3 player and was asking if I would put some of my music on his player. Sure, no problem, right? Right. Actually, for a change, it worked the way it was supposed to. Amazingly. He gave me some money and I downloaded a couple albums for him from iTunes, and I didn’t even have to burn them onto a CD and re-import into iTunes to get the protected files to work on his player. I just plugged it in, drag-n-dropped them onto the player that mounted onto my desktop, and voila! He had tunage. I love my Mac. LOVE. LOVE.

The only problem, and it wasn’t a big one, was when he wanted a couple songs that iTunes didn’t carry. See, I was one of those freaks that was downloading a much as humanly, or more accurately, computer-ly possible the last four hours that Napster was up. Then, scared off by the press about people getting fined thousands of dollars, I quit. But when I couldn’t get him the music he wanted on iTunes, I went looking for it. And I may or may not have gone a little nuts looking on Billboard charts for one hit wonders from the 70s 80s and 90s. I may or may not have acquired such greats as Feel Like Makin’ Love, Shake Your Groove Thang, Rock Me Amadeus, Too Shy, Sledgehammer, and West End Girls as well as around 250 others. You know, I think I’ll just leave it at that so I don’t incriminate myself any further. Both in the music taste department, and the downloading music source department.

I fear it’s too late; you’ve lost respect for me already. I don’t blame you. I judge me.

And I’ll be rockin’ my air guitar along to Pour Some Sugar On Me as I do it.

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I’ve been doing quite a bit of reading at work in the last couple months.

Last week I finished The Runaway Quilt which was #4 in a series by Jennifer Chiaverini. I started that series that inspired me to do the sampler quilt I started in July. (That was the ugliest, messiest sentence in the history of EVER.)

I just finished My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Piccoult. For the most part, it was a good read. There’s a lot of the story that reads almost poetically; I love the way she used some similes to illustrate small details. But there were other sections that read a little to cliche-ish-ly. Shut up. That’s totally a word.

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I had a dream that I called my local Apple guy to get my beloved iMac, my Edgrr, my five-and-a-half-year-old buddy, out of the hospital. My guy said Edgrr needed a new logic board (that much is really true) and that Apple had a new program to trade in old Macs for new Macs and that Edgrr’s trade in value was currently $1655.

What? I told you it was a dream. I started with, I had a dream. Did you think I was doing my MLK impression? I don’t have one of those.

Related: I want an iPad. The way you want a drink of ice water after you’ve been tanning next to the pool for six hours. In Arizona. In a desert.

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I’ve been kicking around the idea of starting another blog with no identifying information so I can tell some of the stories that I come across at the shelter. You would be inspired by some some of the people that come through here. I never get tired of listening when they want to tell me where they’ve been, what they’ve learned, and where they want to go.

Well, almost never.

Some people just talk too freaking much.

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I guess I SOLD OUT TO THE MAN or whatever. Over there on the sidebar is an Amazon dealio with some of my favorite books. If you click over to Amazon from there and buy something, I get, I don’t know, something. Probably enough to fulfill my lifelong dream of stopping at the gumball machine on the way out of the grocery store. And getting two gumballs. If you clicked over and bought, like, a car or something like that, I might be able to get a temporary tattoo of a dragon with a rose in its mouth.

I signed up for Google AdSense but I haven’t exactly figured out how it works yet, so you have a while before you have to ignore the Google Ad boxes. Mostly, I just signed up because Blissfully Domestic (Oh, why, yes, I DOOO write for Blissfully Domestic!) said I should. Something about getting revenue from the clicks on my articles over there. So you can blame all this AdSense nonsense on them. Or me. Whatever. *shrugs*

As long as you’re willing to listen to me blather on and on, I might as well take the clicks from the search engine traffic, right?


That’s the sound of me searching my soul.

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I’ve talked about this before, but Oh Em Gee, it drives the proofreading portion of my brain to distress when I see contractions used incorrectly. IT’S = It Is. ITS = possessive. Sound it out.

This concludes the Blogging Public Service Announcement. (Paid for by the Typologically Anal Retentive Association With A Stick Up Their Big Old Butt.)

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About six weeks ago, I wrote channelled my inner angst-y teenager and blubbered about my disappointment with the blogosphere.

I sucked it up and realized I CAN’T CHANGE THE BLOGOSPHERE.

Wow. What a concept. Brilliant, Dory.

But I can change myself. I sat back and thought about what I could change about the situation.

This is what I came up with.

I’m mad at the blogosphere, so obviously I need more blogosphere.

I told you, um, duh. See also: Sarcasm above, i.e. Brilliant, Dory.

Anyway, I went and got more blogosphere. I went through a very popular, big-girl-blogger’s followers and one by one, added people and doubled who I was following just to see who would follow me back so I could meet some new twits twats tweeple.

It worked.

Hi, new tweeple! *waves*

I like the blogosphere again.

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I guess that’s about all the damage I can do this time.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Word.

It was a weekend made of hawsum

What a fabulous weekend!

Thursday was full of hawsum. That morning at about 4:30am, Ree at Confessions of a Pioneer Woman replied to me on Twitter! And that was when she was getting ready to go on Good Morning America! That made me all kinds of smiley.

I got off work at 8am and managed to get about four hours sleep before I had to pick up the kids from school.

I napped another hour until Tom got home, then I had to get up and get ready for dinner with friends at Texas Roadhouse. Good conversation with a great couple, no kids, a glass of wine, and a medium rare steak; you’d think it doesn’t really get better than that!

But then we moved into the next part of our evening, which was to see Jeff Dunham at the US Cellular Center. What a fantastic show it was! I laughed so hard, my cheeks and my sides hurt. Tom only had to feed me back a few lines that I couldn’t hear.

Friday I worked first shift for the first time at the shelter, very different from second or third shift. After work, went to get a marg with a bunch of girls– fun!

Saturday and Sunday I did absolutely nothing, didn’t even leave the house. All I did was read, dink around on Twitter, and watch movies. I killed at least 47 innocent brain cells in the process. I really needed that, though.

Oh, and BTW, I gave Tom a spare key to the blog and he used it yesterday. For those of you just turning in to the Dory Show, Tom is AKA Hunky. That’s what you’ll see at the top of his posts. Such as the one right below this one.

How was your weekend?

Blog Stew #829

So, I think I may be experiencing a little guanomania. I heard lack of sleep can do that to a person. I’ve been getting 3-4 hours a day for a couple weeks now, and it’s possible I might start talking to trees or looking in the sky for the mother ship.

My hours changed at the first of the year. I was working 8pm-8am on Saturday and Sunday nights, plus a couple 2nd shifts Tuesday and Wednesday. Now I work 12am-8am all through the week and have Friday and Saturday nights off, which is great, right?

The problem is, I CAN’T SLEEP.

Ideally, I should sleep while the kids are in school and the house is quiet, and spend time with Tom and the boys in the evenings. Except instead of sleeping, I lay there and stare at the ceiling with eyes wide open, counting cobwebs and mentally rearranging all the furniture and making an invisible grocery list and writing blog posts in my head. I do this until the sun starts going down and then sleep fitfully a few hours while everyone is home. Which means that I’ve spent ALL DAY LONG in bed, only slept a few hours, and have gotten JACK SHIT accomplished. The house is a mess, the boys aren’t getting their homework and chores done, Mount Laundry is growing exponentially, and I’m misplacing my feces.

NOT GOOD, mah peepull.

I’ve tried diphenhydramine, adv1l pm, trazadone; cutting caffeine and sugar; not eating before and filling up before; blankets over the windows and a sleep mask. I’m at my wit’s end, but then again, I didn’t really have far to go, now, did I?

In other news, I’m almost done with the front of my quilt. It’s so cool to see it all coming together. When I finish the front, I’ll get a pic put up. Then it’s time to do the actual quilting, sewing three layers together. Technically, all I’ve been doing the last few months is sewing. It’s not really quilting until you’re sewing through actual layers.

I put you to sleep just then, didn’t I?

How ironic.

In the dating and personals section, I bring you news of Rocky’s first hickey. Or should I say HICKIES. That’s right; plural. He came home from his girlfriend’s house with HICKIES. Tom’s jaw dropped and he said, “She better have punched you in the neck a couple times, there, Sparky.” He had to wear a turtleneck to church on Sunday. We had a TALK.

In Home & Garden, I emptied every single cupboard in the kitchen, washed the shelves, and put it all back, mostly in different places. This because I opened the cupboard and an avalanche of Tupperware came tumbling out and trapped me underneath. I narrowly escaped calling in a rescue squad. Behold the carnage, mid-project.

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It wasn’t quite done when Tom got home from work, and I feared there may be a very real danger of his head exploding. Then I’d have something else to clean up! However, his head, is, in fact, intact. For now, anyway.

From our arts department, I’ve been redesigning the shelter’s resident intake packet. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to have a designing project! I almost forgot how great it is to get into The Zone, lose a few hours, and experience that creative rush.

And now, Teh Wether.

ENOUGH, WINTER. SNOW– YOU HAZ IT. We got it. You can stop ANYTIME now.

I found a pic of a big bowl of stew to go along with this theme. I’m going to cut Tom and I and the boys out of other pictures and put them in the stew. Someday.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Don’t forget to rinse your bowl and put it in the dishwasher. Do I have MAID tattooed on my forehead? No; no, I most certainly do not.

Blog Stew #283

Ahhh, so what can I tell you? Besides the fact that I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth???

I’ve been here and there on Facebook and Twitter, keeping up with y’all on my reader, and of course, working lots.

This job… wow. Mah Writing Mojo is in the corner, gagged, and rocking in the fetal position. This job is like, blog fodder heaven, but it’s like you found out you won the state lottery except they tell you later that they’re paying you in bananas. It’s really such a cryin’ shame that I have some sort of ethics that prevent me from tellin’ tales about some of the crazy shit that goes down here. It sucks, I tell ya. Schizophrenics off their meds, drunks, police, crack addicts, anger management issues, psychiatric wings, meltdowns… never a dull moment around here. But I love it. I love this work, and I love the people I’m serving. The only part that is really difficult is when I get off Monday at 7am and be back at 5pm. I should only have to do that for a couple more weeks while I’m covering some 2nd shifts. 

I’m still working on finding some kind of balance to work and home and play. It just seems like I get off work and I’m so damned exhausted, and it takes me so long to recover, then before I know it, it’s time to get right back there again. Mt. Laundry is untouched, and mocks me mercilessly.

I’m still waiting for the powers that be to get me into the U of I hospital to have the audiology department take a look at me. I’m still almost completely deaf in the left ear and have no idea why. I have quite a bit of pain almost every day now. The left hearing aid is basically useless because it isn’t strong enough to help any more. It’s hard sometimes to keep positive when I just want to stomp and yell “IT’S NOT FAIR! IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN THIS QUICKLY!” but, hey, what’re ya gonna do, right?

I’ve managed to get out and take quite a few pictures lately, but haven’t had the time to to upload and share them with you. I’ll try to do it a bit at a time so I don’t do my impression of a kid showing off for company. I’m going to try to get back on Wordless Wednesday and Weekly Winners soon.

I bought a showcase spot on Etsy for tomorrow… I put a couple more listings up. Go on over there and get a username and heart me!



Oh, after years of being as regular as a Timex, I’m a couple weeks late. So I’m either pre-menopausal or pregnant, neither of which are particularly palatable choices. Now that I’ve said something, it’ll come tomorrow, and I can quit obsessing about it.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Peace.

I made Blog stew– I’ll do anything to avoid using bullets.

Three things…

ONE– I’m putting together a set on flickr of pictures that would likely appeal to anybody to put in my etsy store. Can you do me a huuuuuuge favor and tell me which one of these four you like best?

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Or should I just say screw it and put all four in? Or would that be too much? Thanks!

TWO– What do you think of the rating thingamajingie? It also acts as a threaded comment whatchamacallit so you can reply to each other, not just me. If you fill out a SezWho profile for yourself (it’s quick and free just as Innernetz intended) you can have your little picture dealio and it keeps track of all your comments on any SezWho enabled blogs.

THREE– I finally figured out how to use Entrecard. It wasn’t working in Firefox, so I tried it in Safari, and POOF it worked. Go figure. If you Entrecard too, say so in a comment so I can drop on you. Deb already found me! Actually, and this just occurred to me, I’m going to put a link list of CRD readers who Entrecard right under the Entrecard widget over there to the left! *jumps up and down and claps hands*

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Be careful; there’s blog stew all over the damn floor. Who’s gonna clean up that mess down there?!