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Category: Life
Everyone should have one.
OK, everyone with a visual impairment. Dogs are OK, but... well, they're dogs. The Seeing Eye Molly is the way of the future.
My personal visual impairment is temporary. I have an ulcerated cornea. Bacteria trapped under my contact lens caused injury to my right eye during the odd occurrence that I fell asleep in my contacts Wednesday night. Thursday I woke up in quite a bit of pain, and that morning I made an emergency appointment with my eye doctor to receive the above diagnosis.
So, for the past 4 days, I have had limited vision in my right eye, and intense photosensitivity. I utilize 2 prescription eye drops, which as I put it to my roommate, "one that stings and one that burns". So, I have about 50 percent vision in my right eye, and light causes me intense pain... beyond the regular pain I'm already in, as well as the pain caused by the drops. Basically put, I'm in pain. So, driving has not really been in my daily routine. People have been nice enough to bring me home from work, ad Molly has be bringing me in... and otherwise driving me around.
So, here I've been, right eye afoul, occasionally watching movies with the aid of a Pirate type eye-patch, and otherwise leading a limited life. (I've gotten more laundry done this weekend the I've ever done before.)
But I have ventured outside these four walls... I've had to. For any of you who know me, stir crazy sets in quickly and hard. So, out into town we've rolled, blind, half-blind, glasses, sunglasses, eye patch, baseball cap, eyes simply closed by the sun. Even now I'm typing with one eye closed... depth perception not so important in blogs.
It's been quite a trip... follow-up eye appointment, hair-cut for Molly, Lackluster Video, CVS, even Wal*Mart (I'm blind, and she wouldn't tell me where we were going)... just the blind, trusting passenger, walking to stores, one hand on the back of the belt...
of my Seeing Eye Molly.
13 August 2006
09 August 2006
Til Death Do Us Part
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Category: Life
This is about something that's been weighing on my mind... probably more than I wanted to admit.
Maybe it doesn't matter to anyone else. Maybe no one else cares. To some, it's just not their business. To some, maybe they don't put as much stake in those words as others. It seems everyone has their own reason not to care.
But I still care. I spoke those words, and it bothers me.
But yesterday, I was thinking about it, thinking about those words I spoke, and the pledge I made, and I came to a realization.
I realized that those words don't have to be untrue.
You are still in my life. You always will be. If you ever need me, I'll be there. If I ever need you, I know I have you to turn to. Nothing can change the fact that you'll always be one of my most precious friends, and nothing will. No matter what, through thick and thin... in marriage or without...
Till Death Do Us Part.
Category: Life
This is about something that's been weighing on my mind... probably more than I wanted to admit.
Maybe it doesn't matter to anyone else. Maybe no one else cares. To some, it's just not their business. To some, maybe they don't put as much stake in those words as others. It seems everyone has their own reason not to care.
But I still care. I spoke those words, and it bothers me.
But yesterday, I was thinking about it, thinking about those words I spoke, and the pledge I made, and I came to a realization.
I realized that those words don't have to be untrue.
You are still in my life. You always will be. If you ever need me, I'll be there. If I ever need you, I know I have you to turn to. Nothing can change the fact that you'll always be one of my most precious friends, and nothing will. No matter what, through thick and thin... in marriage or without...
Till Death Do Us Part.
08 August 2006
Day Tripper
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Got a good reason for taking the easy way out
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out now
She was a day tripper, one way ticket yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there now
She was a day tripper, one way ticket yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
Tried to please her, she only played one night stands
Tried to please her, she only played one night stands now
She was a day tripper, Sunday driver yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
Day tripper
Day tripper yeah
Day tripper
Day tripper yeah...
OK, these lyrics have absolutely nothing to do with anything except that they reference daytripping and Sunday... and that it's a pretty good Beatles tune.
So, as may be gathered, Sunday we took a daytrip, out to Newport. I've always liked Newport, as had Molly, and I hadn't been in some time. So, on a whim that was cast Saturday afternoon, on Sunday morning we hit the road, 95 East.
A little traffic around New London, a nice old Packard in the next lane, a couple angry lesbians trying to run a casino bus off the road, but otherwise a smooth sail. Got to Wyoming... yeah, that's in RI, and discovered a Tim Horton's. Mmm... Ice Coffee and TimBits. Definitely a good omen.
Ice Coffee in the cup holder, we arrive in Newport. The weather is beautiful. The town is beautiful. What more can we want? A bit of shopping, some skee-ball, a delicious lunch, a but more window shopping, a donut scented air freshener which reads "Police are my favorite people", what more can one want?
To go back and do it all again.
Or maybe a new location next weekend.
Day tripper yeah
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out now
She was a day tripper, one way ticket yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there now
She was a day tripper, one way ticket yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
Tried to please her, she only played one night stands
Tried to please her, she only played one night stands now
She was a day tripper, Sunday driver yeah
It took me so long to find out, I found out
Day tripper
Day tripper yeah
Day tripper
Day tripper yeah...
OK, these lyrics have absolutely nothing to do with anything except that they reference daytripping and Sunday... and that it's a pretty good Beatles tune.
So, as may be gathered, Sunday we took a daytrip, out to Newport. I've always liked Newport, as had Molly, and I hadn't been in some time. So, on a whim that was cast Saturday afternoon, on Sunday morning we hit the road, 95 East.
A little traffic around New London, a nice old Packard in the next lane, a couple angry lesbians trying to run a casino bus off the road, but otherwise a smooth sail. Got to Wyoming... yeah, that's in RI, and discovered a Tim Horton's. Mmm... Ice Coffee and TimBits. Definitely a good omen.
Ice Coffee in the cup holder, we arrive in Newport. The weather is beautiful. The town is beautiful. What more can we want? A bit of shopping, some skee-ball, a delicious lunch, a but more window shopping, a donut scented air freshener which reads "Police are my favorite people", what more can one want?
To go back and do it all again.
Or maybe a new location next weekend.
Day tripper yeah
02 August 2006
What the crumb is the Heat Index?!?
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Whatever it is... it's 115.
115?!? I'm assuming that's degrees Fahrenheit.
A little research tells me the Heat Index similar to a Wind Chill Factor, except it relates to humidity instead of wind.
So... its 100 degrees here... not precisely typical for New England in the first week of August. Global warming anyone? And the Heat Index is 115... or as your friendly weatherman (Weatherperson? Blackuweather Meteorologist for all you Family Guy fans) would tell you, it "feels like 115".
Translation, 100 degrees, with a dew point of 75 degrees, makes it humid enough that those 100 degrees are as oppressive as 115 degrees of nice Arizona dry heat.
Or... to put it really simply...
It's hot, sticky, and gross here!
Whatever it is... it's 115.
115?!? I'm assuming that's degrees Fahrenheit.
A little research tells me the Heat Index similar to a Wind Chill Factor, except it relates to humidity instead of wind.
So... its 100 degrees here... not precisely typical for New England in the first week of August. Global warming anyone? And the Heat Index is 115... or as your friendly weatherman (Weatherperson? Blackuweather Meteorologist for all you Family Guy fans) would tell you, it "feels like 115".
Translation, 100 degrees, with a dew point of 75 degrees, makes it humid enough that those 100 degrees are as oppressive as 115 degrees of nice Arizona dry heat.
Or... to put it really simply...
It's hot, sticky, and gross here!
An observation
Archived MySpace blog
Current mood: amused
Category: Blogging
Another of those things you can only see at the Court...
Outfit for the day: Short shorts, sleeveless t-shirt, Adidas shell-toes, and one black sock.
Why one black sock? Because in her infinite genius, our friend thought that a black sock was the best way to obscure the house-arrest electronic monitoring ankle bracelet.
Obviously, it doesn't. Now not only is it obvious to everyone that she's on house arrest, but she looks like a fashion victim, too. Then again, short-shorts?!? Yeah, she's probably quite the fashion victim when she's not under house arrest.
Such is my observation for the day.
Current mood: amused
Category: Blogging
Another of those things you can only see at the Court...
Outfit for the day: Short shorts, sleeveless t-shirt, Adidas shell-toes, and one black sock.
Why one black sock? Because in her infinite genius, our friend thought that a black sock was the best way to obscure the house-arrest electronic monitoring ankle bracelet.
Obviously, it doesn't. Now not only is it obvious to everyone that she's on house arrest, but she looks like a fashion victim, too. Then again, short-shorts?!? Yeah, she's probably quite the fashion victim when she's not under house arrest.
Such is my observation for the day.
17 July 2006
Hot Cars in Hotter Weather
or
How Waterfest 2006 Almost Wasn't
Archived MySpace blog
Category: Automotive
On Saturday, July 15, Molly and I went here:
Unfortunately, the rest of this post is now lost in cyberspace. It's a real shame, too; this was one of my favourite blogs. For simple continuity, I leave this scrap here.
How Waterfest 2006 Almost Wasn't
Archived MySpace blog
Category: Automotive
On Saturday, July 15, Molly and I went here:
Unfortunately, the rest of this post is now lost in cyberspace. It's a real shame, too; this was one of my favourite blogs. For simple continuity, I leave this scrap here.
03 April 2006
Tagged... again
This is, once again, the tag game.
Since JL tagged me, I will now write 6 more weird/strange habits/things about myself.
I think I'll continue the trend of earlier -- and since most people find those items the strangest, anyway -- we will do this entirely about my eating habits.
1. I don't eat meat off the bones. That means no wings, no ribs, no fried chicken. I'll eat just about anything boneless, though.
2. Mac and Cheese... Kraft Dinner (or its generic friends). I don't do the Velveta with the cheese goo. And I don't do baked... or even the stuff from HoJo's that everybody raves about. Just the stuff with the good old powdered orange cheese.
3. Miracle Whip. I think I may be the only person on the planet who actually prefers it to mayo. I just think it might be the egg thing (see earlier Tagged blog). Who knows? I'll eat my tuna made with mayo... but I prefer Miracle Whip, and won't put mayo on just a regular sandwich at all.
4. I only like the vegetables that little kids hate. Broccolli, Brussels Sprouts, Spinach. Mmm... But, I don't like lettuce and tomato.
5. I rarely eat cooked seafood... but I love Sashimi. Give me a plate of raw fish any day of the week... but only on the rarest of occasions do I have any sort of cooked seafood, and even then its limited to lobster, calamari, and really good British style Fish & Chips. On a related note... not worthy of its own line... Sashimi yes, Sushi no. I love the raw fish... but leave out the rice and other crap that makes it more palatable to others.
6. OK, this isn't weird, just ethnic... but I never met a potatoe I didn't like. Mmm.. spuds. Mash 'em, bake 'em, boil 'em, croquettes, fries, JoJos, hash browns, julienned, whatever. I love potatoes (and yes, Dan Quayle, there is an "e" in that word!)
Since this is my second time through, I will tag nobody. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Since JL tagged me, I will now write 6 more weird/strange habits/things about myself.
I think I'll continue the trend of earlier -- and since most people find those items the strangest, anyway -- we will do this entirely about my eating habits.
1. I don't eat meat off the bones. That means no wings, no ribs, no fried chicken. I'll eat just about anything boneless, though.
2. Mac and Cheese... Kraft Dinner (or its generic friends). I don't do the Velveta with the cheese goo. And I don't do baked... or even the stuff from HoJo's that everybody raves about. Just the stuff with the good old powdered orange cheese.
3. Miracle Whip. I think I may be the only person on the planet who actually prefers it to mayo. I just think it might be the egg thing (see earlier Tagged blog). Who knows? I'll eat my tuna made with mayo... but I prefer Miracle Whip, and won't put mayo on just a regular sandwich at all.
4. I only like the vegetables that little kids hate. Broccolli, Brussels Sprouts, Spinach. Mmm... But, I don't like lettuce and tomato.
5. I rarely eat cooked seafood... but I love Sashimi. Give me a plate of raw fish any day of the week... but only on the rarest of occasions do I have any sort of cooked seafood, and even then its limited to lobster, calamari, and really good British style Fish & Chips. On a related note... not worthy of its own line... Sashimi yes, Sushi no. I love the raw fish... but leave out the rice and other crap that makes it more palatable to others.
6. OK, this isn't weird, just ethnic... but I never met a potatoe I didn't like. Mmm.. spuds. Mash 'em, bake 'em, boil 'em, croquettes, fries, JoJos, hash browns, julienned, whatever. I love potatoes (and yes, Dan Quayle, there is an "e" in that word!)
Since this is my second time through, I will tag nobody. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
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