Tis' a Wild World

Cat Stevens was right. This is a wild world. We humans are free to do what we desire. We just fill ourselves in self doubt and pity and security and are too afraid of the unknown. The risk. Don't feel bad for yourself when you are older for never doing what you wanted to do. You were the chooser of your own destiny. You chose the path you walked. It is your own fault you chose to stick with the obvious answers, the obvious beaten path... You want it bad enough, GO GET IT.

As Dorothy would say, there's no place like home...

Absolutely no place like home. So I clicked my shoes together and voila!

My dry skin is not dry anymore. My love of water is content. My family eats real family meals. Grass is green. There are trees. TREEEES...GREEEEEEN...

Ramble ON! ........sing my song!........

Ok, so I shall explain thus far. Where we last left our superheroes, they were realizing how damn lame they were for not updating their blog in almost a year. Thanks to a certain Unicorn Slayer I have been reminded that I have a blog. So I will try to be more active on it again. So sorry Auntie, mon frere, and mein Randas, or ANYONE else who I know reads this - I think that's pretty much it, really - I haven't deleted it yet, so I might as well just keep going on with it right?

So brief history for the Unicorn Slayer - as I was saying I started this blog as a senior in high school. So the drama back early on the blog is pretty hilarious for me to go back and read. High school is such a drama. So I encourage you, it will be very fun for you to go back years from now and review your old posts and get a laugh out of all the crap that there was to deal with.

Oh, and it's Gingavitis, with an 'a' in the middle. The gum disease is with the 'i' in the middle. My screen name is a mash up of my real name, and usually when people are disturbed at first with it, I point out my name and they go "ohhhhh, haha". Although, not to creep you out if it does, sorry - i've lived with it my whole life so I just say it to people so envoke reactions - if you count the characters in each of my names (first, middle, last) my initials are 666. Yep. Ronald Wilson Reagan is a famous name with the same thing. :)

So now that I've creeped you out - oh wait - did the rest of you know that by now? I know Mein Randas did, but if I shocked any family - you can ask my mother why she did it, since according to her she was the sole person who named me. Not that it's a bad thing, as I think my being Ginger helped keep me the very different person I am today and I love that I am different. Just because you don't like it doesn't mean I care. :)

Oh and I like your name too, that's pretty superwonderful. Killing the 'sacred' 'imaginary' 'beautiful' beast. So much better than the crap people do these days, like "random_piece_of_fo0d557733779966" or whatever.

Where was I.....

Wow I had to say that whole 'look back' thing didn't I? I just took 20 minutes out of adding to this post to go look back. Wow.... LCC, Toddly, the kidnappings... oh how I miss it.

So my point, is do not regret the things you do. Just do them. One of my favorite quotes is "do something every day that scares you". Be bold. This is what defines you. This is what will make them all remember you 20 years from now. Enjoy high school while it's there, yeah you can't wait to get out of it when you're there, but not long after you're all done with it, you'll be surprised at how much you miss it. Even if you are like me, and didn't have many friends, had more than one arch-nemesis'... You'll have code words that only your friends understand, like for me the Stairwell, or Icicabuh. I miss the intricate plans to get back at people, my broke entertaining way of celebrating someone's birthday (a treasure hunt after school, involving the janitors and teachers).... I miss a lot of it and never thought I would.

Wow, I need more caffeine. I am rambling way too much and lost my point a long time ago. I better just post this and dwell more on what the hell I was trying to say. Maybe I already said it? Hm. More effing caffeine. Yes. That's it. Our superheroes need some caffeine.

-Gingavitis

Picture TIME with Ginger!!

Well I felt the need to post some pictures up, since I pretty much posted like once or twice at all in 2011. I can't really do faces, though... so deal with what I give's ya's. :)

Well going through the photos on my camera, since I don't really clean it off any more, they are all pretty much from 2011. So I'll just go down through the photos (AND CLEAN IT OFF...maybe.... I'm afraid to after the whole "OH CRAP I JUST DELETED THE 12 GIGS OF PHOTOS AND VIDEOS MY BROTHER GAVE ME"..................... oh yeah, dearest blog, you weren't there for that either. Well I think it ended up that all my recent photos were deleted, we were able to recover (i think....) all of those 12 gigs. Hopefully mon frere doesn't delete them still.


Spring 2011 Hike


We had a good time, lots of desert to be seen. Not a lot of people either, since it was "spring" and not very "hot" out or aka "it was cold" -aka 75 or 80 -



Lots of random cacti and in some places, white rocks. This is what the desert actually looks like, not just mounds of sand like in the movies. At least, any that I've ever seen.







When the car was all torn apart to be worked on, we had to replace the water pump, therefore we had to remove the fan, the radiator, alternator, a lot of crap, just to get to it. While we were at it we decided to replace the oil gaskets and seals so to FINALLY resolve that big oil leak. Big work and pain in my arse.


We were cleaning the surface before putting the new gasket on. This is under the car, w/out the oil pan on, which was a huge pain to get out, SOMEONE got all covered in oil (laying on ground, and it just got dumped ALL over him - just to get the damn thing out. Much easier to put in when it was all empty and not dirty.


Summer/early fall? 2011. This is when there was a huge duststorm. The photo is from my back porch, and NO, I did NOT alter this photo. Creepy, right?




And sorry, I'm skipping the whole brother and grandparents part as I said before, NO FACES. So then I think this is from December, just a pretty sunset on the way home from work.

That pretty much covers 2011, with severe editing of course. Work work work is a lot of what else is missing from this. Oh and I was real sick from Thanksgiving until early January. But I think I already mentioned that.

-Gingavitis

How random it all is.... the world, I mean

So this morning I woke up from a complex dream, and all morning I had it on my mind. I wonder, has anyone else had this happen? All my childhood I had a vision of myself as an adult, and that moment in time - that vision - it has came and gone. It actually happened. I remembered the car, what I was wearing, what I looked like all grown up - and I even remember the moment when it happened, in California, I almost shed a tear of joy that I really had a vision of myself in the future.

Well since it has came and gone, I have slowly been seeing a new one, this time it is of my house. I don't know where it is. There's a hill, there are ALOT of trees, and a long driveway. I saw it last night again in my dream. Only this time I saw more of the driveway than ever before. I haven't seen inside, or even more than two sides of it. But this bothers me, I want it NOW! Can't wait to know what STATE it is even in! Here's to hoping it's in MICHIGAN (although I don't remember any birch or pine in this vision.......) :) ~ love you all ~

So thanks to a certain comment I have been remembering 'oh crap I forgot all about my blog'. I know it's not much but the few of you that actually read it, well, my apologies. For those of you who are just stalking me, well, I'm sure you've found a better method by now.

Side jaunt - to Unicorn Slayer - I was going to comment on your blog, then realized that I might as well just add a note to you in my post - it's probably pretty clear to you now, you caused the chain reaction in my head to go "holy crap my blog!" and post. I don't know how much you have read, but just by reading one post (going back for more after this post of mine) I realize a few things... 1. The kids of your generation are not so hopeless as I thought; as 2. you remind me of me. What grade ARE you in, anyways? HS starting at 7th grade... that's just ridiculous. You poor thing. WTF do they call the 7th graders, mini-pre-freshmen? Babies? Do they even call the freshmen - freshmen? the entire point of the name was because they are 'fresh' to the school - so in your school it should be very wrong if they actually used the term 'freshmen' on the 9th graders.

So as I said, I was going to comment, but my comment would have been far too long for my reaction to you. Every school has that Perv King, annoying sluts, stupid people who don't listen at all, etc. You know how I got a word in? I kept quiet, because they eventually run out of things to say. And they are more afraid of what they don't know (in this case, me) so when I speak, they hush up in fear. Keep that wall up so they can't just read your face, and you don't have to talk so fast. I know it might be hard not to bite your tongue off trying not to spout what you want to at them, but for me it worked pretty well in getting them to listen when I had something to say.

Oh and offensive, you are not! At least... to me :) You have the right attitude - oh you're offended by me? That's good for you. This makes you the unique person you are, and a strong one because not much is going to make you stop being you and back down from what you want.

I did, however go do school dances occasionally - only because I wanted so badly to get out of the house. People doing stupid shit like dancing barefoot in the lobby where they cannot move two inches without someone else stepping on their toes and them screaming but not being able to find their shoes because they are over in the pop hall and that would consist of walking away from all the guys they are dancing with to go ten feet to get their shoes so they just keep on dancing and have beat up toes when they get home and can't walk - but it's ok because they got a date planned from each one of those guys for next week - YEAH - I called that my sick little bit of entertainment. Instead of letting it piss me off, I just laughed at them. And you know what? Years later, I find out that all of them have multiple "babie's daddies" and no husband. GOOD FOR THEM. Hah. Facebook does wonders for seeing what happened to them all, and let me tell you, all the popular cute guys got fat & ugly or joined the military or went to jail a million times, (mostly the got fat & ugly part) and all those chicks that irritated me so much - all got fat and ugly (aka had a million babies right after high school) (sorry if you don't know this, i hate children) and are all on welfare checks and full of complaints because their drunk fat has-been babies' daddies are p-o-s's - I find it more hilarious in the long run. Sure, some of them turned out alright - like my best friend dating one of my neighbor kids (whom my sister used to babysit) for years and then they got married and had my super awesome niece and are just so super wonderful - LOVE YOU RANDAS! - but most of the skanks just went on to be skanky single ugly broke mothers.

So ponder that. :)

And now for more browsing your blog - thanks for encouraging me! :)

-Gingavitis

Breif 2011 Reflection

Ok ok I know, I have not been on here in a while. My apologies!! Life is full of pulling out hairs, and I've just been too busy with that to write on here! Well... where we last left our superheroes....

Lincoln still running, not running well, but that is to be expected. She's as old as me, and we both have some severe issues.......

Well earlier in 2011 we had our first visitor. My brother. He came back from his several-year-long job overseas (over yonder in Asia). He first went to see a friend in San Fran and then he decided that before going home, he wanted to go see his sister! Because of the short notice, we didn't have much time to spend together, but we did get to hang out a little. I think we both learned some things out seeing eachother again. Oh, and got to go play like children, we went to a water park. :) And I walked him to the nearest bar to my house and I proceeded to attempt to get him drunk.... it didn't work out so well though. He is not my small size any more, so it was hard to pour a lot of alcohol into him. I think I did good though.

Well after that, my grandma and grandpa came out a month later. They were only here for a weekend but it was very nice to get to see them. Also very strange that after all this time, visitors all hit at once.

Just after Thanksgiving, I started feeling sick. I was alone in the house for a week, and I became very sick. I cranked the heat to 78 and daily went to bed at 7pm or earlier, hoping to sleep it off. I went through three bottles of cough medicine. Fever at 100 (or more, my thermometer that I bought takes an excessively long time to read). When the weekend came and the husband was home again, I found out that HE was sick too. So we both helped eachother out as much as we could, but we were a very sad looking pair at that point! We could barely hold conversations! I worked half days as the boss wanted to give me hours but didn't want everyone sick. I felt better for a week.

Then just before Christmas, I started coughing again. I tried to hold out until the weekend of Christmas, as I had a three day weekend. Friday morning, I woke up getting yelled at to quit moaning. Moaning? What? I sat up to look at the clock ~~~~~ AHHHHHOOOOWWWWWW~~~~ don't move - ok NOW I know why I was moaning - my ear!!! OH my ear! I went to the living room so I could moan in peace, and maybe relieve the pain.

This was at 1:30 in the morning. I could barely move without severe pain. I tried a heating pad and laying on that side. After several hours of severe pain, I realized I was not going to get to go back to sleep. The GINGER - not able to go to sleep. That's when you know it's bad, if I can't sleep. I can always sleep. Well at 4:30 in the morning I texted my boss to advise her of my severe ear pain and (this time accurate) fever of 100 (again) and therefore I was not able to go in. I would have been freaking out about my ear and probably not intentionally moaning/whimpering the whole time.

Pain for Friday and Saturday, as long as I was very still it would be mild. Christmas day it stopped hurting, and I was just deaf in the ear. I believe it was a week and a half total that I was mostly deaf in that ear. I am finally not sick again, it is early January. My ear still feels odd and I still am off-kilter from my equilibrium being messed with, but I think I will live. For a while I just wanted to be taken out back and shot. Here's to hoping I don't get sick a THIRD time, as it always started with a sore throat, and I have a bit of one now...

-Gingavitis

Car Complaint #43,217

So, looking back on what I talk about, I have to say, my life is pretty dull. I complain about my car a lot. From another perspective, I probably complain quite a bit on my mother's richter scale. That's what I get for being her daughter I guess.

Well since we're complaining about my car's latest woes, let's see. Where are we. Ah. I see. Last time we saw our superheroes they were driving around in a car that stalled after 15 minutes of driving. Well turned out that removing the thermostat cured that s-o-b as it failed and failed closed. Then one day after a super duper long day at work, like 8pm or so (12 hr day), car was very unhappy. did not want to shift gears. at all. stopped, checked fluids. Seemed a little low on tranny fluid, so gave it a little. also needed some oil. called d, he said suck it up drive that sucker home even though you have free towing.... it's late. By then it was like 9:30 or so. Drove it home, took forever to get into third and more even into fourth, but once it did, I may have ran a changing light so I didn't have to deal with broken car - it was trembling a lot also, I could have talked any cop into leading the way home I'm sure - if I added a scared tear or two. Didn't see any though.

So still no clue as to what REALLY happened in that tranny'o'mine... but the whole time i've had it it doesn't like to shift from first to second and from second to third - just the first time through while it's cold in the morning. after it goes thru the gears once, no more issue about that for the day. so i've thought for a while that eventually the tranny would be having a heart attack on me, and i thought that was the moment. A week or so decommissioned and a grease-covered d later, tranny fluid was changed, filter changed, apparently I overfilled it when I gave it a touch and that caused a leak to spring way up high under the hood, so that metal hose was replaced.... another small oil spot was repaired too since it was right there. Pretty sure that fixed my oil leak. No more leaks??? I parked in a new spot at work to be sure. YES! Although, being that that was months ago and my oil is low already, my car must also be burning oil. I already know I have a teeny tiny fuel leak (thru the release valve under the hood, only while running).... that started after someone tried to use the valve with an incorrect tool - or else it was never used and never wanted to be used - and now is not closed all the way... I don't know about it. I never even knew it was there before!

Well at the same time someone decided to buy a new thermostat, they were talked into this "fail-proof" kind that if they fail they fail open so the car doesn't overheat. WELL.... worked good for a while. No more gallons of water each day. For a while. Now we're back to that again. Hm.... fail-proof??? My ass. Let me find that recipt.

Among other things, now both ends are blowin' in the wind. That's right, my car looks so stupid these days. So much for a classic. Bunji cords holding it from falling apart. Just a few days ago the trunk pull down motor gave up, now the trunk won't close at all. BUNJI! That freaking motor, know how much?? Ford dealer told me 475ish - from the book, but according to them it's no longer even available - cheapest i found online was a junkyard, $75. To close the freaking trunk????????????????

So for now, ugly green bunji. Hood doesn't close either. Bunji down as well. So if you see my driving along, don't laugh at me, unless you want me to run into you and blame my car falling apart on YOU. Then you'll be buying me that new tranny and new trunk pull down motor and it'll be all your fault my hood doesn't close and oh yeah - you also broke my brights, ignition switch, dashboard, interior, window motors, heater core, you certainly sprung my ac leak... and while we're at it, you broke the spring to my hood ornament. I need a whole new one, shiny and all. You put all that weathering on my ornament, it used to be so untouched looking but five minutes before you laughed at me!!!!!!!

Ok ok. I'm a little far gone. I know.

This concludes car complaint for the day.

Gingavitis

My Dear Adidas'....

How I love you. An unforgettable arch, wide play pen for my toes, and your simple coloring and design. You have been through much with me, I dare not dispose of you until your last thread wear thin. Oh so hole-y, dirty, you carry much internal memories that we alone share. Mud, ash, bark, gravel, dust, oceans, cactus, spiders, valley fever, we've trudged through it all and here we are still. Something to you is lovely, mesmerizing.

-Gingavitis

Absinthe

Today I was disappointed.

Very, disappointed.

A very long time ago, I learned of this fancy and special drink, and wanted to try it. Then of course, I learned that it was outlawed in the states and I could not have it. This made me want the drink only so much more, of course.

Now that it is legal again, I had not tried it due to it being very expensive. Until today.

Nobody ever told me that it tasted like licorice. Nobody told me it was like a weak taste of Yeager. That it tasted terrible. Who the hell is sane and likes that flavor?

I recall asking people what the taste was like, and they never told me this, leading me to believe that it was a new flavor all it's own, and I imagined it more like just alcohol tasting. Just almost a vodka-ish with a.....I don't know... green? flavor? The color was green, it must be earthy flavored. Maybe it tasted like dirt with alcohol poured on in. Or grass? I didn't expect that. It actually smelled quite interesting. Smelled fruitful, and not in the 'wine' type of fruitful. It smelled more like food.

And yet when I smell whiskey I suddenly feel very hungry. With this smell I did not feel hungry. I tasted. I assumed that if it tasted bad, I would not go back for more no matter how hard I wanted to like it, so I better take a good big sip. But not so much that I want to spit it all back out.

Down it goes. And open mouth.

And oh my god my throat wants to close off, it is biting unlike whiskey, but still biting. At first it tasted ok. Then as I exhaled again, the taste morphed from interesting and unfamiliar to licorice. And almost a minty refreshing after-bite.

It was still biting. It hurt to swallow. God, was this what it was like the first time I had whiskey? I don't think so, as I recall it was love at first taste with whiskey. It really felt like my throat was closing up, am I allergic to something in it, something I have never had before in my life until now? I am not allergic to anything. I talked myself out of that one. I will not be allergic to anything, never. It just really must be a harsh bite that I am very unfamiliar with.

So gross. I suffered with the taste in my mouth all the way until I got home. If I am ever to like it again some day, I may as well suffer a short time to "savor" the taste and maybe I could like it? Until then, if you out there make some absinthe without the damn licorice flavor, I will give it another go. The boys all told me it was to cover up the nasty bitterness of the wormwood and such, but who's to say I wouldn't prefer that to licorice? Besides, isn't that what the sugar cube is for, to help balance the bitterness?

I guess I won't like everything. Not if it tastes like Yeager, anyways.

So for those of you out there who are/were just as fascinated by this drink and would really like to try it, remember what I have said here. It is closest in flavor to Yeager, yet almost has a refreshing zest to it that is indescribable. As mothers tend to say, you should try everything at least once.

Gingavitis

New Blogger Updates

Hello readers!

I just became aware of all the new changes to blogger, and am amazed! More people seem to read this than I ever thought. Some people over in South Korea... wonder who that could be... couldn't be my brother! And there are various countries looking too. I do not know if you actually read, but if you do, I am fascinated!

So tell me world, what would you rather hear from me? I don't really have much to talk about, but perhaps with some input I could rant about it for who knows how long. Like my mother always did about the postman... "he's supposed to get here by 11am so I can go to the bank and such. Yesterday he came at 1pm, the day before noon, and last week he didn't come until FOUR! The post office here is nothing compared to the good postman who comes to my mom's house, they are always done delivering HER mail by 10am. Usually they come there at nine, good god nine in the morning! I hardly even have my outgoing mail to the box before nine, that would be really nice, but NO, I can't have that can I, instead I get stuck with 11, noon, and four schedules. That's just stupid...."

Sorry, I could hear her and even though it has been years since I heard her rant about the post man, you have to understand that I heard it an awful lot growing up and felt bad for the postal service and the terrible things she said about them frequently.

That's all for today I suppose. I'm going to go check out what else is new!

Ginger

Screaming Inside, Ant Wars

Life is crap. More likely, as ma always said, Life's a bitch and then ya die.

So much paperwork to be done, and I am so sick of paperwork. Prove this, prove that, oh you filled out the wrong form, you want this one that is three times as long... oh and we want copies of everyone in your blood line's birth certificates dating back to 500 BC... we don't care if they didn't exist then, you have to have them to complete the form. Figure it out.

That's what it feels like. The mind numbing of race cars and games does not help completely, just slows the pain.

Now that the rains have came back, the ants are back too. I had just enough borax to mix up one healthy bowlful of powdered sugar and borax for them to dine on, such a feast. Just right so they would feed the queen and all die. Alas, for apparantly I did not mix it right. The pressing troops ceased, and a week went by without one scout seen. Then I did something stupid. I made popcorn, and left my cup with butter residue on the counter overnight. I awoke in the morning to a full army bringing the findings back to the queen! At that point, there was only one soldier on my side, me. I killed as many as I could, took care of the one item they wanted, and was amazed they were not choosing to dine on my feast that I still had out for them.

Turned out, ants get sick of sugar and need protein, so it was mixed with peanut butter on a plate. Unfortunately, the last of the borax. And by then, by mixing it again, it would no longer be enough to kill the queen. We tried anyways. It worked, they liked their new meal plan, and we found a few places to block off their entering of the house. That worked for a short amount of time, as they apparantly have many ways to get inside.

Anything left behind was found and consumed. Seemingly, even their dead soldiers. An amazing power that kills is dish soap mixed with water. In a spray bottle. It is lethal to them. On hand at all times of course. Recently we moved anything that could be eaten from to a new area they have not discovered, thankfully - it is obvious where the previous tenants kept certain things. I keep my sugar and cooking oil in a safe place where they apparantly never kept food. A year later, it has never been found by them.

Currently, my kitchen is spotless, I have removed the remaining borax / peanut butter mix, and they have slowly been not coming back. Occasionally I make a mistake and maybe leave behind that same butter cup for popcorn (more than once...) or a shred of cheese all alone on the counter... even once when we had treated our wooden handled knives with oil, they attacked them while they were in the block, clean. Man they love oil. They have stopped the attack on the knives, they have been washed enough times to have lost their appeal.

But for now... I watch closely. This morning I saw two. They were killed in the line of duty. Another thing they hate? Lime juice. So glad we bought some one day, randomly. Haven't ever used it other than the ants. We just both know it is a requirement for a fridge's door. They won't cross the line of lime juice if it is wet still. They run from it, terrified. I know the queen is still out there, alive and hungry, but I will not feed her. I will taint and kill her brood until there are not enough to serve her, perhaps she will die without slaves feeding her.

This concludes my story on Ant Wars.

I really have nothing better to talk about than that. I hate them ants! Otherwise, life goes as follows: barely surviving on unemployment, car is way messed up and hardly drives (but will drive a short very short distance), and as mentioned above, dealing with lots of paperwork. So much paperwork I just wish there were a fast forward button. I don't want to live through this time, I just want to skip it and it to be over.

That is all for now. Until next time~

Gingavitis

Work Fun and Car Issues Again...

Yeah, I know. You are all probably tired of hearing me say that there is something the matter with my car. Well, I like to think back on these moments and recall that I am glad in the end that I no longer have the problem and that I survived it... One day, while at work... I took my volunteer from home with me. He worked on a project all day while I worked my regular day. At end of day, he went out and went to hook up the battery. (For those of you not knowing, my car has a bad ground somewhere, and until we find it we disconnect the negative to the battery every time we stop for a while). I went out a few minutes later, and he had his tools out working on something. Uh oh.....

Turned out, for whatever reason, the hood latch broke. After trying to alter it and figure the problem out for a long time... about 6 hours in the parking lot of work.... we decided that it was not fixable and we needed to tie the hood down somehow so we could go home. But first.... we find out the battery is now dead, and at 11pm at night we must find a jump start... in the middle of the desert... yeah. Fun.

So we got a jump, went home. Shared a beer, we couldn't even finish it we were so tired - between the both of us! So I have no idea when we will get to fix it, but it is not a fun thing, don't ever let your hood latch break - I have to drive real slow or it wants to go up, and even though there is a clip there to catch it from going all the way, I am scared to death that that clip will fail and the bunjis won't hold and I will get crushed by my hood.

Otherwise... to the fun part of the story...

I have been waiting for this event at work since about October or November. It has finally come. Pet Expo, it is going to be a blast! We got to drive down into the Phoenix Stadium to unload, and then we set up, which took much longer than I thought - and now tomorrow we get to bring the last of our random little things and dogs from work and we will be ready to go! It will be so very very awesome! I want to go to bed to make the night go quicker!

Now I know before a lot of people commented on this, and it is bothering me again, so I wanted to get another opinion. At my work we have volunteers and staff. If we see volunteers doing things they should not, we are in our rights as staff to correct them. Now here is my issue: it's another religion thing. This time it is not staff, but a volunteer. She helps at the front desk, and after EVERY phone call, which is a lot at my business - she says "god bless". We are not a church. We are not a religious business. We are a non-profit animal shelter. So I make a complaint to the bosslady - remember, she is a full on christian - and she just tells me to shut it because "christians are getting stepped on everywhere these days".

What is the right thing to do? Labor board? Just deal with it? Commit murder because it's driving me quickly to insanity? Some other agency that I don't know about?

Otherwise... I will think happy thoughts today, and think about the event I get to go to tomorrow. :)

Gingavitis

This year has begun anew

So according to my LIFE, today is a new year. As of 4:02 am, this is a new year, the 24th year in the making. Here is something to think about:

Last year, just after my birthday, my wisdom teeth started moving in, causing lots of pain. It went on for a couple months, and then I got half of them removed in a study (and got paid for it!) in November. Until about February this year, about 3 months later, I was finally able to (at least not be afraid to) eat on that side of my mouth again. The gums still are weak and feel thinned out, and it hurts every now and then when I eat something sharp and it gets back there (like pizza crust). Otherwise, I try to eat on that side now, as sometimes I get food stuck under the gums on the side that still has the teeth impacted.

Now, the day BEFORE my birthday, (19th) my teeth on that side started moving. After a year of them stopping hurting alot, minus the every other day food under gums... the pain came back. They started doing their thing, moving, causing a ruckus. Having a party in there, whatever they are doing. It hurts! Dang it!

So here is my thought... to the year. This happens to me to the year. My body is starting the year anew and saying "hey, let's get busy on that project, remember when we met our deadline early last year and hit her with all this pain for her teeth? well let's start gettin' busy and move those other ones around some more to where i would like them. pronto! the year is almost upon us!"

Yeah I know, I'm crazy thinking that my body talks like that... or am I? It is really trippin' me out that it does this to the year, or appx within a couple weeks of the new year according to my lifespan.

So think about that one. Think about if anything similar has ever happened to you.

That's all for today. *Another day older and deeper in debt*

Gingavitis

Update, pretty boring

Lately I've been doing a whole lot of cleaning. Excluding this weekend of course, I felt like only cleaning what I absolutely needed to. My house has remained almost spotless... excluding of course a few rooms that do not count in the overall "house" that is...

I have been wanting to plant some flowers lately, I have a bunch of seeds for flowers, but I have no gardening tools. Someone is letting me borrow their tools so I will be planting them soon, hopefully this week.

New in the world of GingaVitis, I have to smog check my car this month. Kinda scared, because I have an oil leak... they don't let you pass if anything is leaking during testing... also, 4 feet of my exhaust is gone... (i have a long long long car, 4 feet AFTER the muffler is the end of the car). hopefully they won't care about that since it's just a bit of pipe, not like the muffler is missing!

Saturday I attended an event for work all by myself. It wasn't fun, as I was alone. Normally I have a volunteer with me, but as the event snuck up on all of us this year, we did not have enough time to ask around for help. So my dumb ass was all alone. Oh well, I still got a little help setting up first thing from Susan (she enjoyed herself too, as she got to have treats and bought herself some cool items while there, and took her time going back to work of course :)). I ended up having a sun burnt arm (just one...) and I was exhausted afterwards. Maybe that's why I didn't accomplish anything this weekend. I was catching up from the one day I went to the event.

Otherwise, not a whole lot going on. Pretty dull lately.

Gingavitis

Dear Asteroids

You may not reign as King of video games any more, but you still live on with an amazing story. Many folk have you entertained, many folk have you made enemies. Once, many years past, you terrified me, once you gave me nightmares. Your hyperspace was an illogical place, your intensity was too great. Gone are the days of bloody noses, of nightmares from you, for I have conquered you. Your guts be in my tread, for I have squashed you in all your might. And I shall fear you no more, for I have scored high on your treacherous warfield.

May you now be put to rest, and your name uttered never more.

~Gingavitis

Excellent Day!

Ok... aside from all the crazy flooding around here.... today was pretty good compared to any other day lately.

I had court. For my cracked windshield. I had to sit through an hour or more of people and their disputing of tickets - most all of them were for speeding or for not making a complete stop. Actually... all of them were those two.

I sat and sat, listening to everyone's sad attempts to argue with the cop while in front of a judge. Watching all the people disrespectfully dressed... and just wondering... what the hell were they thinking coming into court like that? And the way they are interrupting the judge? People are so stupid!!!

Needless to say, everyone before me had to pay their fines, they were all found responsible. I was getting nervous, thinking I would have a hard time justmaking a simple statement of "i don't feel it is fair to pay for both fine and repair..."

Oh, and btw... my officer's name was Officer MANLY. if that wasn't bad enough.

It was my turn. She asked our names - officer and I - and then told me that normally with these cases, she just asks for proof that it was fixed. If it is fixed, I have $0 fine. I was in such shock of her saying that - that I muttered a confused response - explaining why i was there - "well the front desk person said i had to pay the..." she interrupted me with "a yes or no will do."

YES YOUR HONOR!

Ok then! Sign out with the clerk.

YAY! So I ran home all excited! Changed out of my court clothes - I was dressed appropriately compared to all idiots, excluding one man.... technically there were two but I don't count the other guy because his dress shirt was really wrinkled....

Changed and went to work. [yay, work... bleh.] I was in such a good mood that I lasted the whole day with answering the phone (not every call, thankfully..) and not letting any of it get to me... until the very end of the day. Enjoyed my day at work, took care of lots of random little things, and came home! Oh, and it was payday too, which makes the day even better!

The end of good day! Hopefully tomorrow is close to as good of a day, to end my work week well.

-They lived happily ever after!-

GingaVitis

Compass Scan and Car

Once again... It's been a while, I know.

It seems like we've been working on the car almost frequently lately. Not such a good thing. First we had to keep jumping my car until one day, it would not let us jump it. I was at work with Susan (and her lovely 2008 Challenger...red...with a little drool from me on it...) trying to jump my car. The men came to the rescue with a brand new battery, and we drove home. Then things strted acting funny, we thought maybe there was a bad ground, as when the concrete was wet, we lost charge. We thought we fixed it by fixing what seemed to be a terrible wiring rig under the hood, i did not have to unhook my new battery every time i was driving anymore. I started slow, daring to only leave it connected at places i knew I had a jump at. It survived a week, and so i figured it had to be fine now.

We fixed the radio, yay, cd player!! took a long time for us to do, but i'm glad it's done. then one day..... my car didn't want to start again. this time i knew it wasn't the battery, although i did kill it in the process of trying to turn it over.

Long story short... the starter is held on by two bolts. Guess what......one bold was almost completely out, the other was half way. The starter was just hanging there, all floppy and ready to fall off - not to mention, not level. We altered the position of it, but by that time the battery was too dead and we had to jump it anyways. We tightened the bolts, and now it goes 'vrrrrrmm!' with maybe two cranks. before it went on and on like the battery was dead "ra ruh ra ruh ra ruh raaa ruuuhh ra ? ruh? VRRRRMM!" i was so used to it we never thought about a problem.

So needless to say, I will eventually need a new starter since the guts to mine are probably well warped from trying to turn in the condition it was in. Also... it rained today. I had to jump my car again, both going and leaving to/from work. So I disconnected the battery tonight... hopefully that fixes it for now, meaning we still have a bad ground somewhere.

Something interesting happened recently. We had a free "compass scan". Now most of you reading might say "what's that ginger?" Well, if I understood correctly, and I might not have, it was kinda weird.. it works off of the magnetic signature that your body provides. You place your hand on this thing that reads your magnetic signature, and goes for about 5 minutes, and it tells you what your body most needs for better health. Such items could include mineral deficiencies, vitamin deficiencies, or it showing things you need to fix your system.... David's first item we saw and laughed. It said he needs 5HTP very bad! That's so true, because of his sleep problems! He hasn't been taking it lately because it's costly.

His said many things. Mine was very repetitive..... It said I needed stuff that is muscle relief as well as anti-inflammatory, and also i needed lavender and other things for the anti-stress remedies. There were I think 8 items listed for what you needed.... and all of mine related to anti-inflammatory, pain, and de-stressing.

Isn't that interesting? I thought so. I need to have valium prescribed with my job.

That's all for now!

-Gingavitis