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Arglebargle [12 May 2008|09:13am]
I woke up around 4:00 AM this morning and I wasn't sure why, until I was able to barely discern a sound that it totally unlike the normal sounds here (robins, hummingbirds, creekwater).

beepebeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

It wasn't my alarm clock, nor Tyler's (he's sleeping up in the Taylor Cabin while J and H are gone, to take care of their dog. I tried to go back to sleep and continue my dream, in which I was being fully credited for the writing and directing of Shakespeare in Love, but I could not.

beepebeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

Must! Ignore! Tiny! Noise!

beepebeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

Fine. I got up, put my coat and boots on, fumbled for my headlamp, and staggered out of the cabin. The sound was coming from the still-under-rennovation Dave Lewis Cabin. As I reached the gate, the noise got louder.

SQUEALSQUEALSQUEALSQUEALSQUEAL

After some snooping on the ground, I found it. The smoke detector. It had gotten left outside and (I think) has shorted out in the rain or something. I wrestled it open, yanked the batteries out, and stumbled back to bed, where I spent the next hour trying to get the squeal out of my head so I could sleep, and the next hour dreaming that a small child had sat on my laptop and broken it.

Narrrgh.
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[11 May 2008|05:19pm]
It is now certain that we are missing one box. It's not much of a stretch to realize that it probably wasn't labeled correctly, and ended up in the storage unit instead of here. So far, these are the things we know are missing:

*A bunch of Ziploc containers for leftovers
*Some onions (a disgusting thought)
*My rice cooker.

MY RICE COOKER.

My parents bought me that rice cooker for Christmas one year, and it's probably the best-loved appliance I own. I think I use it once a week, minimum. It's not a major tragedy, since we can cook rice on the stovetop, but...it's just not the same. It's mushy and wet and it sticks to the pan and all the subtleties of the flavor just seem to get lost.

I was whining about this to Tyler when he was cooking rice for me a few days ago, which he did not appreciate.

They're not expensive, so I guess I could order another one. But I don't want to use more resources, and then I'd have two cookers. Although that might resolve our frequent white rice vs. brown rice debate (I like white, he likes brown, I don't mind mixing, he's a purist.

My birthday turned out fun. I worked a full day, and Jim and Holly came back mid-morning. Tyler baked me my favorite cake and we ate it with Jim and Holly and the three grizzled backwoods carpenters, who all sang to me. Jim and Holly gave me a card and Tyler gave me a few Scott Pilgrim books, which I have enjoyed immensely.

We also went stump shooting in the pasture that night. I wore a climbing glove on my left hand so the fletching didn't cut me anymore, and my accuracy seemed a lot better. There's just so many things to remember when I'm drawing back that I think it may take some time for it to become second nature. But it felt good.

I feel good.
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...and one more thing [09 May 2008|06:35pm]
Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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[09 May 2008|11:08am]
[ mood | busy ]

Wow, I have not updated since we got here.

There's a good reason for that; one, our internet connection is a bit patchy...it fails in bad weather, and the only place I can get a connection in my cabin is in the bathroom (sometimes); and two, we haven't had a day off since we got here (still haven't). That's due in part to the fact that we've been managing the station ourselves for the last week (the managers left for a cougar workshop in Sun Valley), and the time before that was spent in orientation and helping them prepare for their various projects this month, including the workshop this week and a wilderness symposium next week. They'll be flying back in today as soon as the weather clears a bit.

So, with all the learning and doing of running a 65-acre research station, I haven't had the time to really sit and compose yet. Here are some topics that may be of interest.

Messaging/Communication )

Flights )

Marmots! )

Our Cabin )

My Stupid Knee )

What We Do )

A snake a snake )

Archery )

Okay, that's all for now. More to come when I can spare a moment.

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[30 Apr 2008|09:15pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

We have arrived.

We got up around 5:00 AM last Sunday and made the drive from [info]naturamother's house, in Lewiston, down to Cascade, which is about four hours. The car was drastically overloaded and I was worried we were going to blow a tire or drive off the road, but it all went fine. Pan had adjusted to travel pretty well at that point, but he got his happy pill in McCall just the same.

We arrived at Arnold Aviation and dropped our stuff on the tarmac, and my car breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then we had about an hour to go to the local grocery store, both to buy our perishables, and also so I could take a survey of their inventory so I had a better idea of my food ordering options for the summer (I didn't get to do this in 2002). The fact that they have our favorite chocolate soy milk, for example, is worth knowing.

The flight was thankfully uneventful. Arnolds is flying a lot of carpentry supplies into the station right now because the Lewis cabin is getting completely gutted and fixed up, so they had two planes going in today, and they were able to get all of our stuff between the two of them (along with the lumber and insulation sheets). Pan was very good for the flight...a few sad meows, but that was all.

The first few days here were shockingly balmy--about 75 degrees. The station is an oasis within a wilderness that's still largely under snow. Even so, almost nothing has broken bud here yet, and it snowed all day today. I've been very grateful for the wood stoves in my cabin and my office.

Our cabin (Arlow's) is very small, but it has the distinction of being all ours...the larger, more luxurious cabins will be shared among 4 to 8 people, and when there's only one refrigerator in each, that's a problem. The last cabin tenant didn't clean up before he left, so we've had to do a lot of dishes. Propane fuel leaves a bit of a sticky residue on things, and there's mouse droppings in places. Pan actually cornered a mouse in the bathroom our second night and had it trapped behind the litterbox for about an hour before Tyler trapped it under a coffee can. We heard more in the ceiling, so we're going to set traps tomorrow.

The first night was a bad one. Tyler's knee was feeling unusually loose and weird, and he was genuinely frightened that he had blown the graft. That terror really put a damper on our excitement about being at the station again. However, we had a LOT of stuff (mostly food) in a lot of heavy boxes, and I think his knee just got overworked. He had stopped doing his PT in order to give his knee a rest, but as soon as he started doing it the next day, it started feeling better. There's still a bit of inflammation, but otherwise, he's fine. My knee is a little sore and still gets a little red, but it's also fine.

It took us a day and a half to get all of our boxes and bins unpacked, and we're still in the process of getting everything put away. Although our cabin is small, it's actually got great storage space. We have a very small kitchen, a long double bed (with the wood stove at the foot), a small desk and bookshelves, and a large bathroom with cabinets, stall shower, trapdoor (for basement storage, which we need to clean out, being as how it's mildewed and full of old pain cans), and a door leading to a porch out back (where all our plastic bins are now residing.

We got some good-natured flack about all the food we brought, but it turns out that it was probably a good decision. Arnolds now charges a shopping fee and has doubled their transport fee for goods, so I suspect we'll be really glad we brought as much as we did...it'll save us even more money than we thought. I'll still spring for a few luxuries (milk, vegetables), but I won't have to waste money on canned goods and the like.

The wildlife here has already been great. The pasture's been full of mule deer and the airstrip has been full of elk. We've seen two bighorn sheep (the migration through the station is coming up soon), and on our second night, a grad student asked for our help handling his prairie rattlesnakes, which he was measuring and pit tagging. It was awesome.

Our jobs have also been pretty great. Tyler's job is mostly maintenance, so he's been moving materials for the carpenters, changing propane tanks, and learning all about the station plumbing and hydropower. I've been setting up the summer schedule for all our staff and visitors, figuring out who is sleeping where and when. I spent my first day making a poster for Jim and Holly to share at a wilderness symposium coming up next week (they liked it). I also did an assay of their plant collection and am working on plans to get it organized and fixed up, since it's a disaster at the moment (unlabeled, loose specimens everywhere). I feel really useful, and that's a good thing.

I'm surprised that I haven't felt that deep-down thrill of excitement that I felt when coming to the station before. Even though I was glad to be coming, I didn't feel excited in the weeks leading up to our flight, and while I expected to feel it once I got here, I don't. I just feel normal. Maybe it hasn't sunk in yet. Or maybe I need time to adjust. Maybe I've been living with a half-empty glass for a little too long. Either way, I'm really glad to be here. I just want to feel it in my gut, y'know?

I had forgotten how good the water tastes here. There are cups hanging from the creek bridges here, and it's so wonderful to be able to dip into it at any time and just drink it down without fear of bugs or disease or chemicals. There's not many streams out here that we know are giardia-free, but this is one. And the creek's running high and fast at the moment, so the water is cold and delicious.

Hello to everyone from the wilderness. Life is good out here.

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[26 Apr 2008|09:12pm]
Phase One: Move out of apartment, relocate to Seattle. COMPLETE.

Phase Two: Drive to Moscow, do paperwork at HR and CNR, visit everybody. COMPLETE.

Phase Three: Drive to Lewiston, visit Kim and Dana. COMPLETE. Also visited a nice crafts fair.

Phase Four: Drive to Cascade, fly to Taylor Station: to be completed.



We'll get up early tomorrow for the 4 hour drive, unload at the airport (our car is riding sooooooooo low), get perishables, and fly in at 1:00 PM.
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[23 Apr 2008|11:33pm]
Our time in Seattle has come to a close. We get on the road tomorrow morning, early.

I felt like a raging bitch today. I think a lot of it was because we had stuff to do and I was stressed about details and what-ifs, but I think a big part was also just random. I sometimes wake up and just feel angry about really insignificant things. I told Tyler that he was not to blame for my sniping today, and he was very understanding.

Luckily, despite my inner prediliction to be utterly pissed off today, a lot of good things happened.

We got up early for his eye exam (he needs checkups for his LASIKs every few years or so), which went fine. Our doctor was really nice, and she even let me take a look at the slight scars in Tyler's cornea from the surgery. Nice.

I got my hair cut after that, which always makes me feel good. My hair feels clean and light now, the damaged bits are gone, and I changed my part (for funsies).

Mom got me an early birthday present, which was a quilt at Bed Bath and Beyond that I've wanted for years. Nobody else seems to like it, but I really do. The colors and style just make me feel like I'm at the ocean, for some reason. Our timing was perfect because it turns out that they're discontinuing it, so we got it at half off. Cool.

When I got home, I got out my beading supplies to fix a broken cord on one of Mom's pendants. It turns out I didn't have all the materials I wanted to do the job, but while I was at it, I did a major repair job on one of my most favorite necklaces. I replaced the old leather cord, which had gotten hard and brittle, and replaced two painted beads (one of which had lost all its paint, the other's paint had tarnished and turned green) with new ones. It looks a lot better now, and fixing a necklace that feels so special to me felt really strongly cathartic. I felt less angry after that.

Because I was feeling so good, I pulled out some other beads and made myself a whole new necklace. I used some weirdly ornate beads that I think I got in Yreka when I was sampling last summer, and a leaf pendant that (I think) [info]shaylith gave me a while back. I like it and am wearing it now.

Tyler and I then made one last trip to the storage place to drop off a few odds and ends. I never saw the finished storage job, and was really impressed with how it looked. My other reason for going was that I had planned on taking a beautiful wooden flute with me to the station, and I thought the flute was here at home. After I packed up the apartment and moved out here, I realized that it wasn't, which meant it was buried in the storage facility somewhere. I had one good guess about what box it was in (my wicker trunk, in the far corner of the room and stacked up against the ceiling, and I just barely managed, with a stepladder and a bit of effort, to extract the trunk and open it up. And lo and behold, the flute was there. Finding it and knowing I'd be able to take it with me after all really turned my day around. And the room was so well-organized that it wasn't a problem to obtain it. I had it in three minutes, tops.

Then I came home and watched the second half of Atonement with Mom. It was extremely good, the filming was delicious and beautiful, and the surprise ending just about killed me dead.

After that, we had birthday cake, I packed up my room and picked up odds and ends around the house, and now I think I'll call it a night.
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Debauchery [23 Apr 2008|11:14pm]
[ mood | content ]

While I've never been interested in drugs and alcohol, I realized at some point that being drunk was a human experience that I wanted to try one day, just so I would know what it was like. This is complicated by the fact that I don't really like most alcoholic drinks. Hard cider and Kahlua are the exception, but you'd have to drink a lot of that to get the job done.

Luckily, [info]shrike30 has taken up cocktailcrafting as a hobby. Tyler and I went over to his and [info]bluemoonshark's house the other day. They're caring for all our plants while we're away, so Tyler filled them in on plant care, I helped Blue with her indigo dyeing, and then we trooped back to my house to eat Mexican take-out, watch Juno, and let [info]shrike30 set up bar and play.

Here's what I remember about it.

*It wasn't accidental. My intention from the beginning was to get drunk, because good-tasting cocktails are a good route, and because I was in a comfortable place with good friends around me, and I didn't have to drive. It was a zero-risk environment and a perfect crucible. I sampled every drink and finished every one I liked. I loved it, because it was a fun tasting, not just slamming crappy drinks as a means to an end.

*My favorite drinks were the Strawberry Sling, the Elizabeth Taylor, and the T Shot, which I drank out of a Care Bear glass.

*Because I have science on the brain, I was intentionally reporting how I felt and what I was experiencing throughout. But [info]shrike30 said that was actually normal.

*Crunches are fun while drunk.

*The issue of alcohol absorption rates increasing your intoxication long after you've stopped drinking is totally true.

*You know you're drunk when you have to go get one of your My Little Ponies in order to make a point about something.

*I was pleased and gratified to find that I am a pretty happy, mellow person while drunk, not maudlin or angry. I know that this is probably also affected by the degree of intoxication and the setting, but I was still happy. I looked like my icon, really. I giggled a lot.

*I definitely would not have driven. However, I was still able to walk a totally straight line. [info]shrike30 said that's mostly for TV shows, and doesn't really become problematic unless you're extremely shitfaced, which I was not. I was somewhere between pleasantly tipsy and drunk.

*My speech became much slower and more deliberate, mostly because I wanted to be clearly understood. Tyler said I was easier to understand when I was drunk. He will pay.

*I drank lots of water throughout and wasn't hungover the next day. I slept very well.

*I found that anything that altered momentum jolted me a bit. Like leaning over the kitchen counter. After my body came to a stop, my head would jolt a little bit. It was weird.

I really enjoyed the experience. I don't feel a need to do it often or anytime soon, and I don't think I want to be more inebriated than I was, but it was good times. And now I feel more qualified to talk about it.

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[21 Apr 2008|11:30pm]
[ mood | flirty ]

Hi LJ!

I am tipsy for the first time in my life!

It is really weird!

Love,
AJ

Edit: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Edit Edit Now I am drunk for the first time in my life! I am still in a happy place. I will post some reflections on this tomorrow.

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[21 Apr 2008|12:38am]
[ mood | sleeeeep ]

As of today, we have moved out of Port Angeles. All our stuff is in storage.

As I stood on the ferry this morning and watched Kingston drop away behind us, I was surprised that I felt so good. We had some hard times this last year, but I don't have any memories of bitterness or regret for the time we spent there. Even though we couldn't make it a permanent residence (for various reasons), I'm still proud to have lived in what (I feel) is one of the most beautiful places in the world, even for such a short time. It was good to us. And now when I catch the occasional view of the Olympics across a rise in a hill, seeing that beauty will mean more to me.

Today, I count my wealth in friends. [info]shrike30 and [info]bluemoonshark were phenomenal, and there's no way we could have made this transition without their help. I dedicate this Perry Bible Fellowship comic to them.

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[17 Apr 2008|11:53pm]
Two things:

1. We have to take our wireless/phone apparatus back to the store tomorrow afternoon. That means that our Port Angeles phone number will be dead by tomorrow evening, and that we will be totally unreachable (no phone or internet) until Sunday night. If anyone has anything to tell me before the blackout, now would be a good time.

2. I just found an utterly hilarious blog written by a hospital labor and delivery nurse. It's great reading. If you're a mom ([info]naturamother), a mom-to-be ([info]sharolyn), or have an interest in the medical realm ([info]shrike30), I highly recommend it. It will lighten the mood.

"Honey...did you put strawberries in your vagina?"
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CAT POST [17 Apr 2008|11:33pm]
So, we took Pan into the vet for some vaccinations yesterday. Mostly for two reasons:

1. I don't want him to get sick.
2. If he gets eaten by a lynx or bobcat in the backcountry, I don't want to be responsible for having introduced feline leukemia or distemper into the wild.

Pan lost a bit of dignity in the event, because his feline leukemia shot required him to get a blood test first, which meant that they had to do a blood draw, which meant that they had to shave some fur off his inner thigh. Poor kitty. But the test came back negative and he got all his shots, so we're good.

But the secret third reason we went to the vet was:

3. Tranquilizers.

You're apparently not supposed to give tranquilizers to pets when they're traveling in normal passenger jets because the effect of the medication changes in a pressurized cabin at altitude (sort of like how you get drunker up there). But we're going to be flying in a very small, non-pressurized plane at relatively low altitudes, and that plane is LOUD. I didn't want Pan to freak out in his carrier and hurt himself, and the vet agreed that a mild tranquilizer might not be a bad idea.

So he gave us a few tablets to try. One half-tablet to be given at least 30 minutes before flight, to last 3-4 hours. We tested one today, just to make sure that Pan didn't have a bad reaction to it. I expected that it would make him drowsy and that he'd sleep most of the morning.


I did NOT expect that he would get utterly stoned off his little furry ass.


Basically, he acted normal all day, only with no coordination whatsoever. He would fall over when he scratched himself. He would try to jump on the bed and fail miserably. He purred and purred and was affectionate X 10, but his usual paw pats on our faces were replaced by clumsy swipes and eye jabs. I tossed him off the bed when I was packing earlier and he rolled a few times when he hit the ground.

So, I think it'll be fine to use the tablets to take the edge off any panic, but it's a good thing he's not driving. I don't even want to leave him unsupervised while he's under the influence. He's in his little chair now, sleeping it off.

So, it was an incredibly amusing day. I would never get an animal drunk on purpose (like giving him beer or something), but as a side effect of really trying to do something good for him, it was funny.


Packing continues. I finished packing my clothes and gear, and got my desktop computer disassembled. Tyler packed up a good portion of the kitchen and our remaining food. I finished cleaning the stove (but not the oven) and started dealing with the infinite odds and ends. The move is at its messiest stage now, when everything that was previously stored (under the beds, in closets, in drawers, in cupboards, under the sink) is now OUT, packed in boxes or in plain sight. Our boxes (including all my books) now occupy a central location in the living room that is generating a slight gravity well.

Pan was alert enough to engage in our usual midnight ritual. Around midnight, I get up from the computer and go to the kitchen for a snack or drink of something. Pan will wake up, stretch, and follow me in with little purrs and meows, and I give him a treat and pet him while he eats. Last night he enjoyed it so much that he ignored the treat for a moment and just flopped over while I petted him. It was great. I'll miss this.
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[16 Apr 2008|10:25am]
[ mood | busy ]

Things we did yesterday:

*Called the landlords
*Called the electric company
*Called the phone/internet people
*Called the vet
*Emailed everyone
*Packed up all my desk/office stuff
*Finished packing books
*Started packing clothes
*Packed all contents of nightstand.
*Packed knick-knacks and vases

Today I want to:
*Finish packing clothes
*Take down all posters
*Roll up all rugs
*Take Pan to the vet for shots (distemper, chlamydia, calicivirus, feline leukemia) and sedatives
*Finish office and bedroom odds and ends.

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[15 Apr 2008|09:28pm]
[ mood | musing ]

I've been sleeping out on the futon for the past few weeks so I can keep my knee elevated.* That's mostly fine, except I sleep late and Tyler doesn't, so I'm out in the thick of things when he gets up in the morning. I usually wake up around 6:00 AM, when Tyler leaves for his morning walk and the cat, who wants to go too, yowls in loneliness until Tyler returns. Then Tyler rides the exercise bike for an hour. Then Pan enters his active morning state and ricochets off my face once every 10 minutes until I inevitably get up.

The effect of all of this is that the early waking and the subconscious insistence on staying asleep have resulted in some really interesting and vivid dreams. And because I'm closer to waking, I'm able to remember them better.

So far they've included:
-watching my dad re-landscape our backyard in a weird and horrible way, and complaining about it with my mom.
-getting kidnapped and held hostage in a giant dollhouse.
-babysitting [info]sharolyn and [info]bgrice's as-yet unborn baby, and doing a really terrible job of it.

My most frequent sentiment upon waking has been "WTF?" Which is actually sort of a fun mindset in which to start the day.

The other weird thing I've noticed about myself is that if I have any slight awareness or control over my dream state, I will always seek to stay asleep and prolong that dream state, even if it's a bad dream. I think it's just because I always want to know what happens next. This is usually when I'm dreaming in late morning, when I have to get up soon. I think I do my best dreaming at that time of day.




*When I have my knee elevated (on a pile of towels), I have to sleep on my back, which I hate. The futon is angled and forces me to stay in that position, while if I'm in bed, I just roll off it and sleep in my usual scrunched-up formation.

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[15 Apr 2008|01:21pm]
[ mood | employed ]

After a thousand years of waiting, we just got the call about 10 minutes ago. We have official offers, and we have accepted.

Our timeline for moving is EXTREMELY short. We are planning to move out of our apartment this coming Sunday, and since Tyler and I both have crap knees, some friends have offered to help, which is incredible.

We're going to put everything into storage in Seattle, and then spend three days there doing last-minute stuff. We will leave Seattle early Thursday morning, then drive to Moscow. We'll spend two days there, visiting the Bitterwolfs, the herbarium, the Kaags, Cort, and signing paperwork. We will leave Moscow on Saturday morning and then spend a night in Lewiston to visit Kim and Dana, once I make sure it's okay with them.

Then Sunday morning, we drive to Cascade (and into Mountain time), pick up perishables at the local grocery store, and fly into the field station as soon as Ray gets out of church.

We've been on the phone all morning with family, landlords, doctors, and insurance people. I need to get Pan some medication and maybe some shots. We've already done a massive shopping trip at Costco, Central Market, and Safeway, so our food needs are basically met. We've been madly dehydrating our favorite pasta sauce, which is good because it means we don't have to fly glass bottles and excess water into the station, but bad because the whole apartment reeks with Extreme tomato smell.

I spent yesterday boxing up all my books...about a dozen boxes in total. I already got my bathroom stuff organized. Today I'm packing knick-knacks, my desk, and excess paperwork. Also my clothes, hopefully.

I had a scare last night when I was walking to the kitchen and I felt my knee suddenly get really hot. I pulled up the leg of my jeans and the skin on my knee was blotchy and red and inflammed. I iced the crap out of it, elevated it, and took extra Advil. The inflammation went away and my knee was not swollen this morning, so so far, so good, I guess.

My doctor says if I can go really easy on the knee (don't lift more than 20 lbs) and it doesn't swell up again after two weeks, I can go back to normal activity. That means the earliest I can consider myself cured is our first day in Moscow. I hope I can keep it together that long.

Even though our timeline is short, I'm not excited about going yet. I think I'll feel better when we actually get into the plane.

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"I'M ON DRUGS!" [11 Apr 2008|10:45am]
[ mood | "No, no, wait. I dig music." ]
[ music | "I'M ON DRUUUGS!" ]

The corticosteroid injected in to my knee yesterday morning seems to have done a lot of good. It ached all night, but the swelling and stiffness had gone down a lot by this morning. I'm not out of the woods yet, but I'm really happy to see the positive change. I hope I don't screw it up.

In other news, I had my yearly physical this morning. I mentioned to my doctor that I've had a sore throat and scratchy voice for about a month, and she found that I had some postnasal drip and that my nasal cavity was inflammed. So she prescribed me some Flonase to take care of it.

Which is also a corticosteroid.

I guess what I am saying here is: drugs are great. Sorry, DARE.


If you guessed the movie reference, you win one internet-cookie.

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[10 Apr 2008|11:48pm]
[ mood | tired ]

Job applications are in. Phone interview is tomorrow evening.

I drove to Seattle last night so I could get an MRI this morning. My knee swelled up again after Tyler and I did some pre-ranch shopping at REI, Costco, and the bulk food section of Central Market last weekend. Plus, I was tired of being so worried all the time. I'll have to find the money somewhere.

The MRI showed nothing wrong except a very minor miniscus tear, which wasn't too surprising. It's tiny enough that the orthopedist thinks surgery is not advisable, which is just as well. He took more fluid out of my knee and also gave me a corticosteroid shot under the knee, which should reduce the swelling and inflammation.

I don't take the idea of steroids lightly, but my methods of practically constant resting, icing, elevating, and taking 9 Advil a day were clearly not working very well. I feel a bit like my knee was in anaphylactic shock, and I just used an Epipen. Again, there's no pain in my knee at all...all the problems are caused by the inflammation, which results in swelling, which results in immobility.

He also told me I shouldn't lift heavy objects. My timing is unbelievable.

I spent a few hours hanging out with my aunt and uncle this afternoon, including dinner. It was great. I miss them a lot. It also doesn't hurt that I've been depressed and jittery lately, and my aunt is a life coach.

Tomorrow I have a few more appointments, my parents come back from LA, and I go back to Port Angeles for the interview.

Solving my brother's Excel homework problems makes me feel like a superstar.

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Job [07 Apr 2008|11:47pm]
POSTED.
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[04 Apr 2008|11:43pm]
[ mood | argh ]

Job update!

There is none! HA HA HA.

Since the ranch managers can't legally tell us we definitely have the position, Tyler and I decided that we would take the posting of the job announcement as our signal that we should start packing...because the announcement is going to be specifically written with us in mind. We felt like that would be a safe gamble to make. We don't want to move out of our apartment and then suddenly find out we weren't approved, and that we're jobless AND homeless. The managers had approved us but UI hadn't necessarily, so we decided to wait for the posting.

So, we waited, and waited, and waited. We waited for about three weeks, most of March! Then we emailed the managers. They said it wasn't really anyone's fault because it took so long for us to contact them with Tyler's doctor info, but they expected it to be up soon. That was right before they went on a two-week trip (we were going to ranch-sit during this trip, but we opted not to because we expected to be packing).

So, two weeks go by. We check the job site obsessively, like I do when tracking a package from Amazon.

The other day, we get an email from them. They were shocked that the job had STILL not been posted. They contacted UI and were assured that it would be up sometime that day, or by noon the next day (yesterday) at the latest. It wasn't.

So we emailed them and they contacted UI and they were assured that it would be up sometime today.

Anyone see where this is going?

So it wasn't up today, and UI is closed during the weekend, and the earliest it can possibly be up is Monday, which is the date that we were actually supposed to be interviewed. Let me emphasize how late this is: We had planned to be moved out of the apartment this week. We had planned to be at the ranch by the middle of next week. At the moment, we haven't even packed a single box.


Tyler is doing okay. But I am the obsessive planner of the two of us and I am going quietly insane. All I feel I can do is plan and plan and plan (what shots does Pan need? what do we need to get at REI? how much soy milk do I need to order? when can I get a doctor's appointment?), spinning my wheels, but not going anywhere.

In summary:
*need job
*job late
*things to do
*incredibly spastic
*aaaanyway


In the good news department, I was able to talk to Tyler' knee doctor and his physical therapist about my knee. They don't think I have bursitis, but that I just pissed my knee off in some way, and that I should just keep doing what I'm doing (rest, ice, anti-inflammatories, elevate). It's getting better, but slowly. I'm incredibly impatient about it. I think it's mostly because a) I need a functional knee for the upcoming move and job, and b) I'm already feeling self-conscious about gaining weight and being sedentary, so adding the fact that now I have a bad knee and walk around the house like an elderly person doesn't help. BUT, it is getting better, and I am going to be fine, and that is the main thing.

It was incredibly nice of them both to even talk to me, since I'm not their patient and it was free advice. We brought his physical therapist cookies and flowers the next day.

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[02 Apr 2008|10:05pm]
[ music | Stevie Wonder: "My Cherie Amour" ]

Right before I left on Semester at Sea, I downloaded iTunes onto my laptop because I had just gotten an iPod. I didn't have time to upload all my music from my desktop computer, so I just took a selection. Although much of the remainder has trickled into my laptop since then, some of it hasn't...and because my iPod is my main music source now, that means I have a lot of music that I haven't heard for a few years. And the biggest glut of that, by far, was my oldies music (clarification: oldies = music that is older than me). All 375 songs of it.

I almost forgot how much I missed this stuff. This is the stuff I listened to in the workshop with my Dad when I was growing up. It's what I listened to when I moved to college. This is what I listened to on sunny weekends my Freshman year in Moscow, driving the loop around Moscow Mountain with my windows down and the volume cranked up to full. It's the music I associate with being happy and utterly carefree.


That being said, I fully recognize that there are a lot of songs out there that are really awful, no matter how much I love them.

So, here's a little survey. What are some of your favorite bad songs? The ones you're a little ashamed to admit you like? C'mon, we're all friends here. Look, I'll go first.

The Buoys "Timothy"
Reason: This song is the catchiest song about cannibalism that I've ever heard.

America "Muskrat Love"
Reason: Oh God. I'm a monster.

Starship "We Built This City"
Reason: Blender ranked this the #1 Most Awesomely Bad Song ever. The editor set a record for listening to this song by locking himself in a Plexiglas booth with it for 24 hours straight. Hell with you all, this song is great.

Styx "Mr. Roboto"
Reason: I actually first heard this song in a really campy car commercial. Now whenever I hear it, it makes me laugh. In a good way.

There are some more current ones that I like, but I'll save those for another day.


So, dump a few of your favorite bad songs on here. Please. Tell me I'm not alone.

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