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Stolen from zenkitty- but everyone needs to read this!

Day 1930

Sep. 19th, 2010 06:46 am
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Yesterday I went shopping. I had to have new shoes (ouch, price!) for work. And then we stopped at one of the malls because they wer advertizing a "Arts and Crafts Show".

Um, yeah. Not so much- there were like six vendors selling custom embroidery and team beaded bracelets, one candle lady and one silversmith. It wasn't a complete bust since the silversmith mostly had charms and I picked up a couple for me and several for Em for Christmas and birthday. He was very helpful too- keeping Em from even noticing I was buying anything :D

To make up for that disappointment, we ran by Sew Bee It, the best quilting store in reasonable range. (And possibly anywhere- they're amazing! The only place I've ever heard of that comes close is Keepsake.) I found an apron panel that I had to have- "Coffee Drinker Anonymous- Charter Member" as well as some fabrics in the same line- Red and brown and coffee. I'll make something for the kitchen out of them probably but I don't know what yet!

I also found some orange silk with embroidered butterflies to make a pillow for the sofa. We all take naps on the sofa and silk is so lovely and soft... and this is perfect colour.

Plus an awesome bit to work into my Storm at Sea quilts.

And, just so I have it jotted down somewhere I can't loose it, I've been thinking about hairsticks again. Hobbit hair sticks and The Hairsticks of Inara and I should really make myself some sewing hairsticks.

I think a spool on the top of one would be great and I'm not sure how to work in a needle and thread... possibly as a dangle with the other end of the dangle being a quilt block and maybe topped with a thimble. No reason I couldn't use a real needle, spool and thimble- just a very small one. The thread would need to be something more sturdy than actual thread, I think but the quilt block could be fabric. Or maybe One of the hairsticks could be silver metal and look like a really BIG needle and have a tiny quilt block dangling from it..
wren08: (rune)

My printer is smoking, I've had to change two of the six cartridges and my paypal is curled up in a corner and whimpering. I think the poor thing needs a therapist now. However, I have everyone who has paid (except those who paid by e-check- you know who you are!) packed up, labeled and ready to go out tomorrow morning.

I promised that I would post my suppliers ASAP for everybody that would like to start ordering direct. I know it's not as handy, but at least you won't have to go without.

Wand caps- Sunburst Bottle Company
    Here is the info you will need:
    Code: ROD1/4TV
    Description: 1/4 oz Glass Tester Vial Rod 18/425
    You have to call them or fax them your order and they don't take Paypal (but they do take the Paypal credit card that debits your Paypal account!) but they are very helpful and friendly and they do small orders so you don't have to order a ton.

Rollerball vials- Quosmedix
    You will have to order 240 of each of three pieces. Tell them to use your social security number as your tax id number and that you will do the sales taxes for your state yourself. (Then research it and do so... chances are, you won't owe any since it's interstate and for personal use) Also, they will replace broken vials... if you catch it quick enough! They have a 10 day limit on replacement so as soon as you get them, screw the lids on and email them about any that are cracked. Screwing on the lids lets you find all the ones that are cracked around the middle and makes sure they sent you all the lids they should have.

Vials with lids- Like everyone else, I get them from Madina
    You want the short glass vials and they sell as few as 100 at a time

Pipettes- Market Lab
    You want Pipette number ML0780 if you want the same ones I've always stocked

Round labels- U-line

Sheets of imp labels I get at Sam's, along with bubble mailers and bubble wrap. You want Avery 5160 labels. Sam's is also my source for packing tape, scotch tape, a postal scale and printer paper. They accept the Paypal credit card.

Werther's Butter Candy I get from Sweet Services

I think that's all the supplies. For resources, I have found Paypal shipping to be invaluable. To ship something for which you have no payment (say, a swap package): Swap shipping via paypal

To calculate shipping for postage: I use USPS and tell them large envelope unless it's over 13 oz. International shipping can also be calculated using that website.

Did I leave anything out?


Edit: I did leave something out! Plumber's Tape: I've been getting it off of ebay because I could find deals on lots of it but it's available at the hardware store in the plumbing aisle. I get the ½ inch tape in 520 foot rolls.

Day 4131

Jun. 23rd, 2008 06:50 am
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RIP George Carlin. I was really sad to wake up and see that headline. Carlin was one of the very first comedians that I really liked instead of thinking it was mostly stupid and not funny... possibly because he did all the Catholic school stuff that I could relate to.

I got the painting done... it could use another coat in spots but the paint was prohibitively expensive and most of the walls will be covered with bookshelves anyway. If I have time, I'll paste up the trim strip in the evenings and then I can address the floor this weekend. Considering that the floor will take me at least one weekend and probably two, I should be able to consider building bookshelves sometime in July. And I have decided to build rather than buy bookshelves for at least one wall. I'm uncertain about the other three. I don't have enough bookcases to fill all of them up...but I don't know how much space (yet) they will take up. Pffttt! After the floor, I can consider that... I'm getting ahead of myself.

While I was painting, I dropped the bucket of paint... which splashed upward onto my arm and shoulder with splatters on other various body parts. (At least it did not overturn!) The clothes were no problem... that's been my painting shirt for years... but getting the paint off my skin proved a bit challenging. So I pulled out a oil and salt scrub that I've had for awhile... baaad idea! It didn't help with the paint and made such a sticky mess of my skin that I had to go get Dawn and a wash cloth to make it let go... and the wash cloth is toast. I threw it away rather than try to get all that gunk out of it. I also threw away the scrub! It was from my old job and I didn't know how bad it was until I had tried a good scrub... namely A Walk in the Woods Sugar Scrub.

In the process of looking for my thimble, I did get the sewing room thoroughly cleaned... still irritated at my brat furry children.

When I finish the library, the bathroom is next on the agenda to be fixed and re-painted (and probably re-floored). I had a brilliant idea for the walls... I'm going to get a gallon of white paint and a gallon of blue and start with the ceiling almost entirely white. Then I'm going to slowly add the blue to the white as I go down the walls so that they aren't a solid colour but graduated... dark blue down at the floor and getting lighter as it goes up. If I can make it work, it should be beautiful! (I could make it work on fabric... I don't know about paint.)

Another note to self, I want to make Mariner's Compass blocks for at least one corner of the Storm at Sea quilts... to see the person who owns it safely home. This is especially important on 80s quilt since he tends to like to travel a good bit.

And one more: Midsummer may not be a fertility holiday... but don't take stupid chances!

Edit: I found the cap to the light fixture! It was lodged in one of the feet of the step ladder I was using. Now, I looked there yesterday, and it wasn't there then. Thank you brownies... I appreciate the return of it. (Note to slef: Leave out creme for the brownies)
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I still need to make
    Curtains for the sewing room
    2 pr long pants for Emily before the weather turns
    A quilt for Blake
    A quilt for Elizabeth... if she wants one
    A quilt for Elizabeth (NJ is cold!)
    A pillow for David
    Funny boxer shorts for 80s
    A quilt for Ingrid and 80s

Day 4825

Aug. 9th, 2005 08:07 pm
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I'm been awfully busy lately. Someone broke a window at work Saturday night and while they didn't get anything the window has become one more thing on our list of things to be fixed. While we were discussing the window, I again brought up the subject of scheduling since my schedule will have to change once school starts. So now the owner has finally decided that it's worth the extra $25 for Emily's daycare in the morning for me to keep opening and closing the store on the manager's day off.

Bother. I don't want to be the assistant manger.. I don't want to be any kind of manager! Even if it's only two days a week that still takes me away from my girls too much and they don't get food on time or bed on time.

In a related story, I am beginning to think that part or all of Emily's problem is sleep deprivation. The child will not go to sleep when she should and this means she never is ready to get up in the morning... which means she's always somewhat sleep deprived. I've started her on a nutrition supplement that I hope will help some... because the ritalin is obviously not doing enough any more.

Since tomorrow is Emily's school registration (as well as garbage day) and what with everything happening at work, I really haven't had time to get either stressed or much depressed about tomorrow which is a good thing.

I am also having a slow fight with 80's. His girl is in town (and it was delightful to see her! My manager thinks she's hot.) so we haven't been able to talk (if that's what one would call it) long enough to sort through it. I suppose it will keep. I wish I thought it would go away... but I know better. he's mad at me and until he's grouched at me enough, he'll stay mad at me. I suppose that's why they dropped stuff off at work today... he can avoid talking to me for weeks if he doesn't have anything of mine to return. So that's one more distracting, upsetting thing.

Later: After having thought about it, I think I am not so unhappy to be me. I'm not "hot"... but I'm so healthy it's almost scary and I guess healthy and alone is better than sick and "hot".

Much later: Birthday at 1:30 am... I don't know if I'll sit up for this one. Somehow it's not as exciting any more as it once was. My brother has sent me a card saying "I suppose birthdays are necessary......... but every damned year?!?" Maybe next year I will abstain from having a birthday.

Day 4716

May. 10th, 2005 04:38 pm
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Well, [personal profile] zenkitty knows what's good for what ails me. She sent me this link to Derelict London and I spent quite a lot of time running around the underside of London... and then even more time running about in Forgotten New York. I was up until 2 am!

Eliz is being a pest today. Emily had another TEAM appointment and then she and I got Central Park for lunch and went to McKay's for new movies. When Eliz got home she was very bitchy because we got to do these fun things and she had to go to school. Apparently it is not enough that she has her own fun and gets to have friends spend the night and go out on the weekend, she must also have everything we get too. I find this a rather juvenile out look for someone who is 15.
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Emily's knee turned out to be a weird reaction to the strep throat she had a couple of weeks ago. Apparently we did not get rid of all of it. Poor kid.... strep comes out strangely in her... last time it was scarlet fever. I was so relieved to get the blood work results back today. The doctor's office called me at work and actually got hold of me... which is unusual.

The nurse also had something really nice to say... she told me we could stop the steroids and get her on an antibiotic. I told her yes, Dr Burton already prescribed one and I got it filled Friday in case we got the results back over the weekend so I could get her on it right away. (Seemed only sensible to me.) She sounded surprised and said "You're a really good Mom... you're one of the best we have come in here." That felt good. I don't think I have a natural knack for mothering so I work at it extra hard and it's nice to have someone tell me I'm doing a good job. This was especially nice since our pediatrician is in a very nice neighbourhood and the families they see tend to be the kind that can afford to give their children horseback riding lessons and dance lessons both if they want to and not worry about how to scrape it together. The only reason I can still take my girls to this particular doctor is when they stopped accepting the state sponsored insurance, I begged and pleaded with them to make an exception for us. Dr Burton has been my girl's doctor for their whole lives and she also requested that they continue to accept our insurance... so they did. (I didn't want to give up Dr Burton... she's the best children's doctor in town!)

Dr Burton did something else nice for me Friday. Elizabeth has been complaining that she's moody and/or depressed. I made her mention it to the doctor and Dr Burton turned to me and said "Herbalist that you are, I'm surprised you haven't given her St John's Wort." Rather defensively, I replied that I had it in the house but she wouldn't take it... or the Red Raspberry/Blessed Thistle pair that is recommended for teen angst. And Dr Burton turned back to Elizabeth and said "Well, why aren't you taking it? You really should listen to your mother... she knows what she's talking about."

Now you see why I love my girls' doctor!
wren08: (Poekitty)
Edgar Allan Poe and His Computer
Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets,
Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command
and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring,
fearing, Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to
churn some more. "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data
from before!" One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and
nothing more, Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully, I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some
more. Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Choose Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee
Timidly I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as
before. Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my
patience wore, Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off-guard-
I pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I
swore. Now in desperation, trying random combinations, Still
there came the incantation, just as senseless as before. Cursor
blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted by my own machine accosted
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the
night. A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my core. The
lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know
The place to which lost data goes.
What demonic nether world is wrought where data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black
holes? But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and
more, You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian
shore, Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"


Day 4786

Mar. 1st, 2005 07:29 pm
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A comment I made in someone else's journal about getting pickyer with age instead of less picky...


It used to be enough that a guy was good looking (to me and that's not necessarily the same as good looking in general) and interesting to me and nice (more or less).

Now I also require things like the ability to both support and take care of himself, preferably without aid for the most part. Taking your clothes to the chinese laundry does not count as being able to do the laundry.

And a willingness to do a little work on staying healthy and decent looking (if you're going to expect it of me....)

And a healthy interest in a variety of things... some of which hopefully are the same or complement my own. (Sex, penthouse and porn movies are NOT three different things and being interested in 4 different sports is not a variety)

And the ability to read, write, do simple arithmetic and remember a date once in awhile. (I can balance your check book and do your taxes. Doesn't mean I want to)

Kind as well as nice... and NOT just as an act until you think I'm hooked!


No wandering eyes. (Okay, you can look a little. That's just a man thing. Touch and you can just keep going because you won't be coming back.)

No personal put-downs.

The ability to dance is nice but not necessary... the ability to kiss is an absolute. (Hand kissing properly is a bonus point) No, I won't teach you how... I've done enough of that for a lifetime already.

Not gay. (As I'm a girl you wouldn't think I'd need to specify that... but I do.)

I think that's most of it... :D
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I've been promising the herbal medicine story for awhile now... so here it is.

On April 26 of 1992, I had a little accident at work and partially amputated my left arm. The pre-operative diagnosis reads:

"Extensive complex deep laceration of left volar forearm with multiple flexor tendon, ulnar artery, ulnar nerve injuries"

which basically means I cut everything on the inside of my arm down to the bone. Oops. (I dropped about 30 lbs of heavy glass on it. I was cleaning the glass bell cover for the popcorn machine and it slipped. You'll notice that all those covers are plastic now?)

When I went to the emergency room (I stopped at a doc-in-the-box on the way to see if they could fix it... they took one look and blanched and sent me on to the hospital... earning me the well deserved reputation for being dangerously optimistic.) I had the great good luck to draw a young plastic surgeon who was on emergency room duty that night. She called in someone else to take over the emergency room and called in her team and fixed my arm. I won't give you the whole surgery report... it was a long surgery... the tourniquet time was 3 hours and 45 minutes. (Later the doctor told me that when she finished closing, I opened my eyes, looked at her and said "Doc. You look tired... go home... get sleep." I don't remember this, of course.)

The end of the report has a note on it:

"With the extensive ulnar nerve injury that she sustained I doubt she will have return of motor function and will most likely be left with a claw-type deformity."

Well! I just wasn't at all ready to be crippled. The doctor planned to keep me in the hospital a month when she finished the surgery late Sunday night. By Wednesday afternoon, she was ready to let me go and the hospital staff was more than ready to get rid of me. I'm not a proper patient at all. I don't stay in my room, I refuse to act sick... etc. etc.

On the way home, I made my ride stop at the health food store I shopped at most frequently. The lady who owned the store was a bit surprised when I walked in in scrubs with my arm in a sling. We talked about what kind of damage I had done and which herbs would best repair nerve damage. She suggested raw mushrooms and valerian root as well as a complex of herbs to help the other muscle and tendon healing. (A note on Valerian root... do NOT take it continuously. Take a bottle and then wait a month before you begin a new bottle. It can build up and become toxic.)

Well, I went home with herbs and started taking them (they don't do you any good on the shelf, after all). In follow up check ups, my doctor was surprised at how fast I was healing and sent me to rehabilitation much sooner than she originally planned. And then was amazed because once I could start trying to move, I could. It took a good while for me to build up strength again... and some longer to make my nerves respond... but in six months I was picking up a styrofoam up in my left hand. In 8 months I was able to pinch my thumb to each of the fingers (something she told me I would definitely never be able to do again) and after a year it took a close examination to determine that there was any reduced function.

It still feels like my pinky is asleep and there is slightly reduced circulation (which means half my hand always feels cooler than my right hand) but unless someone is looking hard (and I'm wearing short sleeves) there is no indication now that I've ever been hurt.

I am not attributing all of this to herbs. I had a fine surgeon who went to a lot of trouble to put things back to where they should be 9or as close as she could). I had a really good team of physical therapists who's attitude was "TRY. You never know...". I also had a great many people, some of whom don't even know me, saying prayers for me. And I'm naturally stubborn. But I still think the herbs had a lot to do with it.

Day 4862

Dec. 14th, 2004 08:22 pm
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Did you know that America was in TWO Korean wars? The one we all know about from school (and other places as well) and a much less known conflict in 1871.

America's Other Korean War

I found this because a friend mentioned to me that he'd been curious about it, having heard a fleeting reference 41 years ago, but had never been able to find anything about it. So for Christmas I'm giving him the solution to his (oldest) historical mystery and satisfaction for his curiosity. I do so love to get unique things for people!

I suppose I'm fighting with James again (Bice, not Berkeley. Berkeley is to well mannered to scrap)... as well as one can fight with someone you don't hear from or talk to who is 800 miles away. I asked for help with a really silly little problem... and then realized that by the time he gets home from Canada, it will be far too close to Christmas and he'll have far too much to do. So I sent a "never mind" and an apology... and got asked what I expected (with the suggestion that I expected him to come home just for that). Heh. I don't expect anything from that one any more except his absence. Of that, I expect an abundance and I am not disappointed.

Today was the coldest day yet... 38° F for the high... which makes my station about 28°... and a 15 mph northwest wind blowing all day long. I'm still half frozen. On the up side, we did see the first few snowflakes this morning... that makes the cold all worth it.

    Hvis jeg spø´r dig hvorfor du er
    ligeså håbløs genert som jeg ka´ væ´r
    så er det ikke fordi det
    er noget jeg ikke kan li´
    men du er ikke som de andre pi´r
    jeg tror bare at vi nok sku´ ta´
    sådan og snakke lidt mere sammen en dag
    der er noget i dit blik
    det er det vildeste kick
    åh du er ikke som de andre pi´r

    men hvordan ska´jeg nu få dig til at forstå
    hvad jeg tror du ku´ være for mig
    og hvordan ska´ jeg nå dig
    hvordan ka´ jeg få dig
    du er ikke som de andre pi´r

    jeg har brug for en pi´ som dig
    du er alt hvad jeg går og ønsker mig
    for du ved at jeg har det der gør jeg er klar
    åh du er ikke som de andre pi´r


    by Morten Fillipsen


    If I ask you why you're as hopelessly shy as I can be
    Then it's not because it's something I don't like
    But you're not like the other girls,
    I just think that that we should talk some more one day
    There's something in your eyes,
    the wildest kick,
    oh you're not like the other girls

    But how can I make you understand
    what I think you could be for me
    and how can I reach you,
    how can I get you,
    you're not like the other girls

    I need a girl like you,
    you're everything I wish for
    'cause you know I've got what makes me ready,
    oh you not like the other girls

    (Repeat chorus)

    Translation by my friend Danjal


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