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
Sunday, January 15, 2012
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
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
Saturday, January 14, 2012
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
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
Monday, January 09, 2012
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
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
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