Monday, December 30, 2002

He must be feeling awfully guilty about something of which I remain blissfully unaware. Blissful because he went out and bought us a Tivo on Saturday and we spent the afternoon setting it up. All my Xmas dreams have come true. :)

No longer will I miss finding out where Northern Exposure is playing! No more will Rob whine because he can't watch The Outer Limits or other such shows! We have entered into the 21st century at last!

The only drawback is now the system is set up differently than it used to be and it took me a good ten minutes to figure out how to turn on the PS2 for an episode of Final Fantasy X (which we have not yet finished, we are currently doing side quests: Rob's been hunting down the super weapons and I've decided to give blitzball a go; we are both at the same point though, stalling before we meet up with Sin).

Thursday, December 26, 2002

Two Towers improved for me on the second viewing. I think now that I know what happens on film to Faramir, I can enjoy it for being a movie and not for desecrating the memory of one the few folk who never wanted the ring. :)

And Billy Boyd is still pretty darn cute :) After all, Pippin is a very light-hearted character; my son Chris observed that if I like Pippin because he's funny, I must be glad I married someone like Rob. Hehehe!

My infatuation with funny guys probably goes back to childhood, where I had a crush on Gilligan :) I thought he was so cute and silly! Later on, I developed a crush on Peter Tork from the Monkees; note that he was the group's comic relief. An interesting trend.

Christmas was quite nice. The boys were in awe of my engineering prowess as they admired our colossus. Rob gave me a digital camera (and as soon as I finish reading the 300 page instruction manual, I'll get to use it) and a Kitchen Aid mixer. I'm very excited; I've always wanted one of those mixers! Yay! Now I need to come up with recipes that will use it. Rob was happy to get the first season of Babylon 5.

I hope every one of you had a lovely day, too.


Tuesday, December 24, 2002

And furthermore (she said as though arguing with someone :>), we find Billy Boyd incredibly cute. Pippin is cuter than (gasp) Legolas. We now switch our allegiance and fandom from sexy to silly :) Must be the accent.

Also: he wears a kilt.

Come celebrate the Return of the Very Secret Diaries! Yay!

I saw Two Towers yesterday by myself, using the coupon that comes with the DVD of Fellowship. Rob wasn't interested in seeing the movie twice in a week and although my cherubs might be, they've already seen the movie with my sister and we're going tomorrow night to the Cinerama. Since the coupon expires 12/31, I had to use it yesterday. I. Just. Had. To.

And I need to see the movie again tomorrow to see why I'm sort of unhappy about it. The most likely reason is the change to Faramir. It's not that they made him blond instead of raven-haired. That's probably a cinematic thing to make sure folks who don't know the books understand that he's Boromir's brother. What bothered me is that they changed his nature somewhat and that difference between the literary Faramir and the cinema Faramir seems to serve no purpose other than ensure more screen time between Faramir and Frodo.

Anyway, it was a disturbing idea because Faramir was so cool in the book that before I clapped eyes on cinema Legolas, Faramir was the hottie of my heart :)

Eowyn was also a bit disappointing, although not annoyingly so. I always envisioned her as cold, cool and feisty. In the movie, she seems softer and warmer. It's not a bad thing, and I suppose again it's cinematic.

Happy holidays to everyone. Wherever you are and whomever you're celebrating with, enjoy life.

Saturday, December 21, 2002

Rob is on his way out right now. He told me I have to stay home (which is fine because my drugs are making me a bit woozy and sleepy).

"Why are you going out right now?" I whine.
"To find you a Christmas gift," Rob snorts.
"But you already got me something," I whine further, noting that I've got the DVD playing even as we speak.
"I have to get you something that you don't know what it is," he retorts.
"Why can't you be like most men and go out on 12/24?"
Pause. Rob furrows his brow.
"What's that?"

Men.

Thursday, December 19, 2002

After trying to live with the back discomfort, I gave in and went to the doctor's today. Cool new muscle relaxant. Exciting new pain killer. The label says they'll make me drowsy. My eyelids are getting heavy but I'm still feeling like there's so much to do that I couldn't do while in the worst grip of the agony. Laundry piles high. Books stacked on the floor mid-way to their new homes on the bookshelves cleared by the removal of Rob's CDs to another location. Gifts must need be wrapped before Rob eats them.

Gah!

But at least I got the dishes done. And now I have cool new drugs. Which means, as I observed to the good doctor, that I shall be able to sit through the Two Towers without wincing in pain the entire time. I bought our tickets online for a Christmas night showing. Rob says we're depriving some theater worker the opportunity to take the night off, but I argued that the theater would be open whether or not we showed up. Plus, my experience has been that Christmas night, most movie theaters are fairly quiet. We'll see how it goes.

Hopefully my pain meds won't make me drowse off in the midst of the movie!

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

Somehow yesterday I hurt my back. At first I thought it was some sort of leftover "feminine" cramping but as I sat on the floor trying to put Rob's CD collection into alphabetical order, I could tell the pain was getting worse and worse, so I crawled over to the couch and tried to find a comfy way to lie down.

It's now 24 hours after the first onslaught of pain and it's dissipating. I'm using a little thermal heating pad that you stick to your body and the heat feels really nice and comfy. Hopefully its loosened up the muscle enough that I won't have to spend another night dodging cats on the couch. I was afraid to go upstairs last night because, what if I couldn't get back down? :/ So I lay on the couch and Maggie and Mittens kept trying to shove me off of it, taking turns to see who could leap onto my hip exactly where it was the most excrutiatingly painful.

Anyway, sorry Sister Mine, but my gifts are coming late as I wasn't able to finish wrapping anything to get it to the post office yesterday. Today's not looking good either as I'm not sure I want to try out my recovery by driving a stick shift down the road. But I looooove you guys!

Reallocation is going much more smoothly than I expected. It had a rough, rough start; apparently the GM in charge of reallocation didn't realize if players used that command before all the new stuff was rolled live that they'd actually be sent to our previous reallocation system and end up messed up. Fortunately, only a handful of players were caught in this, but still... it's something to remind ourselves if we do this again someday.

Sorry to hear Broos is all stuffy. :( How can he enjoy Two Towers through a cold? All that fighting will reverberate through his sinuses. On the other hand, it'll give him the ultimate in surround sound, eh? :)

Monday, December 16, 2002

Rob didn't buy an X-box. He bought a GameCube. ::flail::

We put together the colossus entertainment center yesterday. It looks very nice. Huge, but nice. I might get us some more glass blocks though because I'm concerned about all the weight. Rob said it should be fine, though, and since it's his gift (plus he'd have to help me dismantle it and put it together again) we'll probably go with his idea about it.

Of course, after putting together the first layer, Rob paused and announced, "We have to go to Best Buy. I need a new receiver. We should get a big screen TV, too, since this stand is so big." Men.

Well, he has his new receiver but we declined to purchase a new TV -- yet. We need to study the different models and such further. Although right now the stand does look a little like David Byrne from Talking Heads , all shoulder and a teeny little head. :)

Saturday, December 14, 2002

Final final was yesterday morning. Instead of an exam, our family law teacher (a practicing attorney -- which always makes me wonder, how long must they practice before they get good at it?) had us prepare a paper which documented our position on a topic and then supported our thesis with existing case and statutory law. On finals day, we had to present our arguments to the class.

I argued that a national standard for surrogacy contracts should be adopted. In order to get at the snack foods arranged beside my desk (we had a classroom potluck in addition to the speeches), I offered to go first. So I rambled and babbled for the alloted 7 minutes. I admit to being somewhat unprepared although I am usually confident that I can speak extemporaneously about my beliefs. The instructor jotted notes and afterward I finished, he commented, "You used an interesting term of art in your speech: why did you call surrogates and donors, 'units'?"

"Er....I've been watching too much Star Trek," I said. "You know us carbon-based life forms!"

Doh!

Still, he gave me 17 out of 20 points, and my paper got 90 of 100, so I appear set to get an A in that class. Not sure how I did in civil procedure, where we had an actual test. Writing I got a low B (and that still steams me) and Astronomy I think I have a high B.

Tonight Rob and I are going to his company holiday party. Rob is at this moment at Best Buy where he is probably making the mistake of purchasing an X-box for himself for Christmas.

Thursday, December 12, 2002

Interviewed yesterday at T-Mobile for an executive secretary job. Gee, I wonder if one of the perks is getting to meet Catherine Zeta-Jones? :) I should've asked.

Plusses: It's similar in scope and intensity as my former job. Other than needing to derustify my knowledge of Excel, the interviewer didn't say anything that caused me alarm. Her boss sounds like my former boss; I'd work for Larry again in a heartbeat, so that sounded good too.

Minus: It's across the water.

Seattle is situated such that pretty much anything is across some kind of water from everything else. This particular company is located on the other side of Lake Washington from downtown Seattle. There are a couple of ways to get there, but because of all the water to get around, the routes are not plentiful and traffic is a nightmare. Yesterday it rained hard and so the roads were slick and drivers cautious. I left the house at 8:30 for a 10AM interview. I got there around 9:30. In the scheme of things, that's about average for this area. The distance is about 28 miles but it takes twice as long as one might expect because of traffic.

So, I dunno. We'll see what happens. They'll be deciding quickly as the person who gets the job must start on 12/30.

Tuesday, December 10, 2002

My husband can take a hint. I've whined long and loud about needing the special edition of the Lord of the Rings for Christmas and lo! he hustled me out into the cold Sunday night so we could get one before Best Buy ran out of them. So, Sunday night we cuddled up on the couch to watch it.

Now, Rob is not like most TV watchers. He cannot confine his commentary to the commercials but must vent immediately at the point in time which his mind is engaged, much to my irritation and dismay.

Rob: oh! This part's new. (I remain silent, gritting my teeth and trying to hear the new dialogue.) This part's new, isn't it? I don't remember this part. Am I right? ::pokes me in the side:: It's new, huh?
Tracy: ARGH!!!

Later, Rob wants a snack and so gets a bag of mini Oreos leftover from his trip. Having been snarled at earlier, he attempts to remain silent, watching the film with me. Another new scene is on screen. Rob needs to open the bag of Oreos at this precise moment, rendering the sound from his speakers useless as the rustling of the plastic and foil bag is as loud as a passing 747.

Tracy: ARGH!!!
Rob: (Innocently) What?

This went on for the entire movie. Fortunately, I am finished with school other than one last final exam tonight and a presentation on Friday. This gives me time to actually watch the movie and hear the dialogue which goes with the new bits. He does this in the theater, too, purchasing a box of Nestle Crunch Bits or Hot Tamales and then waiting until I'm engrossed in the film before shaking the box to get at the snacks. Men.

Monday, December 09, 2002

Broos graciously provided exact dimensions for me. I set them herewith for any of you who would like to try this at home. It is really a simple project, and although my entertainment center is a colossus yours need not be!

The Glass Block and Boards Shelf Recipe
1 - 4x8 thing of medium density fiberboard (the sheets I saw varied from $10/sheet to $20/sheet depending on the grain of the fibers; the less expensive, the larger the fiber bits) cut into four pieces of 2x4 each. You end up with, not surprisingly, four shelves.
7 half-sized glass blocks for feet
21 total 8x8 glass blocks (the kind they use to make shower stalls) -- 7 per shelf. We quote the Master Builder: "One at each corner, one in the middle of the front and one in the middle of the back, and then one smack in the middle of the piece of wood, to keep the center from dipping down." You end up with this:

|... --...| <--- the correct placement of the glass blocks.
......|..... (for us visual learners ;>)
|... --...|

Primer (I have a gallon, but I have lots of wood - you might end up only using 1 quart for something this size, depending on how good the coverage is and how many coats you need to seal the wood and keep it from sucking up the paint)
Flat black paint (as much as the primer)
A roller paint brush and pan (or a neighbor with one of them spray painter things; I wish I had one of them).
A large well-ventilated room in which these items can be set up without being stepped on by cats or roommates; my things are in the garage.

Kerplunk the feet, put a board on them, kerplunk a layer of 8x8 blocks and another layer of wood. Repeat. A noted historian recommends wiring the stuff on a given layer before kerplunking the next one. Wise words which our spouse will need to remember, for the variety of his equipment leaves me unable to figure out how to put them together myself.

That said, 2x4 shelves would be really simple and easy to do. Because I mis-remembered the placement of the front blocks, mine is now 3x6, necessitating a lot of huffing and puffing to flip these things over. But I get bonus side shelving too, just need more glass blocks to prop them up with.

This will add the requisite black elements to our living room, which poor Rob prefers. For you know, we are totally opposites. My living room is awash in pale sage greens and golds which gives Rob the creeps; it's too sunshiney. His living room in VA was a tomb, with the windows covered completely by dark bookshelves (not that there's anything wrong with bookshelves). The amount of light in my living room is one of my chief joys and leads him to deep sighs and mentioning how I have tall bookcases that we might want to move...in front of the windows.

Friday, December 06, 2002

Hmm. You know. I think I may have an entertainment center on steroids. :/

Well, at least it'll be big enough to hold everything, right?

All righty then. Inspired by the start of winter break, I decided that for Rob's Xmas gift, I would build him one of those lovely entertainment centers that I've heard so much about and have admired for quite some time. This won't be much of a surprise for Rob (although he doesn't know it yet) because those pieces of wood are freakin heavy and I seriously doubt I'll be able to conceal them in the garage where it's too cold to paint and I can't carry them inside on my own.

There are folks who can recreate stuff after seeing them but once. My mom's that way with knitting and crocheting. I studied the fabled entertainment centers from several angles and after looking at the instructions figured how could I go wrong? Say with me now: "Let me count the ways..." :)

First, despite my instincts telling me to shop at Home Depot, I stopped by Lowe's first because they're a right hand turn rather than a left hand turn. I found glass blocks, some on clearance actually, and figured that as some go on the inside they'd be okay if they don't match. That plus the guy looked reluctant to sell me something other than a case (10 blocks to a case). He points me toward the lumber guys and I dutifully trot off to see them. I explained what I'm doing and as I started to give dimensions happened to glance up and see the salesman laughing. He told me that I didn't want lumber, I wanted shelves. He directed me back to the pre-made shelves. Note: if Rob had been with me, we'd have been out of the store in no time flat after yet another example of someone telling us we don't want to do what we already said we want to do.

But, being me, I trudge over to the shelves with my very heavy cart of glass blocks and actually find them to be quite a bit cheaper. I decide to line up the glass blocks on the top to make sure they'll fit and realize that the shelves are too narrow along both edges for the blocks to fit. Trudge back to lumber. I explain the problem. I demonstrate by placing the blocks in the way I want on a door that happens to be lying on a table. He walks me back over to shelves where I demonstrate by lining up the glass blocks again. He finally sees my point. We walk over to the actual lumber where I see the type that looks like what Broos has, only the salesman is steering me to the type of lumber that's $20 for 4 by 8. I'm thinking, Hmm! That can't be right! So I get him to write down all the lumber information so I can pay for it (he won't cut it before it's paid for, he said laughing again). Exit Lowe's.

Directly across the street is Home Depot. I wander into the lumber section and find two salespeople. They ask what I need and I explain, wishing I'd had some glass blocks handy to demonstrate. The female clerk defers to the male clerk and he nods, "Sounds cool." He finds the type of wood I need (although by this time I've decided to go with the spendier type anyway, it's still almost $3 cheaper per board here) and offers to go cut it up while the female clerk takes me to paint so I can buy supplies. She directs me to Steve, the god of paint. Steve is busy mixing and flailing, but when it's my turn he walks right over to the shelves and picks up some primer and then tells me to go pick out paint while he finishes mixing. About a half hour later, Steve comes looking for me in the paint aisle where I've been pacing and gnawing my fingers. "Er, you don't have black," I said feebly. "Oh, I mix it up for you. I'll pick something out for you," says Steve. He grabs a can, then decides the primer won't work the way I want, and he exchanges it for the right kind and mixes some color into it so it's no longer plain white. Steve has also decided I'd be happier with a gallon of paint because two quarts cost more than a gallon anyhow, and this way I'll have more than enough (He explained it in math but cheerfully switched to English when I glazed over).

So, paint in hand I wander back to lumber and find my boards cut nicely, with the leftover bits next to them on the cart. I go off to pay for them and explain to the clerk that I'd been told there's a fee for cutting. "Did he give you a written slip?" she asked. "No," I said. "Then it's free," she replied. She called over one of the guys to help me load all this stuff up in....the Eclipse.

The Eclipse isn't the biggest car, but it has advantages over my Legacy as its back seats fold down. We put the paint in with the glass blocks and the spare pieces of wood and as the clerk's tying the hatchback down two other guys walk out of the store. They looked into the Eclipse and jaws drop. "Wow. That needs to be in a commercial," they said in awe. I wish I'd remembered to grab my camera when I got home because it was an impressive site to see all that stuff inside the car. :)

Of course, I haven't got saw horses so I'm still not sure how I'm going to paint those shelves. And it occurs to me it might have been much simpler to ask Broos for measurements than to guess, but oh well. If I hadn't have had issues with the network printer because I installed a new firewall that doesn't seem to work with it, I'd have printed out the photos that I should have in the first place. Maybe I will and then take them to show that jerk at Lowe's who laughed at me. Hah! :)

Wednesday, December 04, 2002

Only two more classes to go this quarter, finals for those are next week. Yay! Next quarter, I'm only taking 3 classes (well, 4, but one of those is a one-day seminar so it doesn't count as a whole class) because 4 classes are too many. Dust piles high on my desk and it agitates me.

Updated the web pages a bit this afternoon. Nothing as fancy as John's, boy I am so amazed -- can you come work on mine too? :D But at least I put in links to archives that should stick to my ATTBI website and added a couple more things to my Owl Pellets.

Well, since I sent the link to JohnR in response to his poll, I cannot let the rest of you suffer, not knowing what to get the man who has everything including sexy knees: a kilt.

You have to love a company whose tagline is "Utility Kilts for every occasion...except bungee jumping." :)

John Ratcliff's Weblog is much cooler than mine. I am so ashamed :)

Monday, December 02, 2002

Amazon.com: Wish List time. (Rob, this is here specifically because you keep asking what I want :P )

I'm not sure when I picked up the annual physical exam habit. It probably began with my first office job, as I worked for Blue Shield in Hawaii and we had awesome medical benefits; everything was 100% covered. After days of examining and explaining coverage for hundreds of horrifying diseases (and subsequently rushing home positive that I had the same symptoms of whatever disease seemed most prevalent that week), I looked forward to my annual exams where my doctor always assured me that I was okay. Dr. Ikeda was a booming, reassuring sort of physician who'd clap a heavy hand to my back and laugh, "There's nothing wrong with you!" in a way that made you feel as though there wasn't anything wrong. Even the time I had bronchitis and his hearty back clap set me off into a spasm of uncontrollable coughing.

Most of my jobs have been with health insurance companies so I've always enjoyed good benefits. Every year when I took my "birthday holiday" (a floating holiday, basically), I'd schedule my exam and all was well. When I worked at AIG, my benefits were pretty crappy and annual exams weren't covered so I stopped getting them. The last year I worked for them, they finally offered an HMO for employees, so I went back in for a physical. It's not that I enjoy them, mind you, but that I've become accustomed to having them and they are so reassuring when one is healthy.

Last physical, my pap smear came back "abnormal" although when I went in to get it rechecked as recommended, whatever it was was gone and my current doctor chalked it up to an anomaly. This year when the test came back abnormal, she called me on the phone and referred me to a gynecologist. And so last week I went in to have "the procedure."

It's kind of funny because as I checked in, there across the claim form was the word "procedure" in big letters. This was only to ensure that the front desk staff didn't take a co-pay, but it felt like a scarlet letter. I didn't have very long to wait, and it was very interesting to observe The Procedure via a monitor beside the bed. In The Procedure, the doctor is using some funky lighting to get a good view after turkey basting something into you so bad cells show up easily. And sure enough, there they were, a little cluster of bad cells. The doctor got out her pruning shears (at which point I stopped watching the monitor) and took a biopsy so we'll know what these bad boys are up to.

As a side note, I wish doctors would stop saying, "You'll feel a little pressure" as they're pressing all their body weight onto the C-clamps they have inside you because it's not a little pressure, it hurts a lot.

Anyway, she said we'll know in a week or so what's going on but whatever it is, it's something I'll always have. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well," she said, "that means when we say 'come in right away' we mean right away. And if you change doctors, you must tell the new one that you've had The Procedure so they can keep an eye on you."

Well. On the bright side, I already go in every year for an exam so it's not going to seem weird to be going in every year for the rest of my life. What it does do though is make me want to ensure that all of you go in every year as well. If I didn't go in so often, who knows what The Procedure might have eventually found?

Owl Chick's Nest: December 2002

Monday, December 30, 2002

He must be feeling awfully guilty about something of which I remain blissfully unaware. Blissful because he went out and bought us a Tivo on Saturday and we spent the afternoon setting it up. All my Xmas dreams have come true. :)

No longer will I miss finding out where Northern Exposure is playing! No more will Rob whine because he can't watch The Outer Limits or other such shows! We have entered into the 21st century at last!

The only drawback is now the system is set up differently than it used to be and it took me a good ten minutes to figure out how to turn on the PS2 for an episode of Final Fantasy X (which we have not yet finished, we are currently doing side quests: Rob's been hunting down the super weapons and I've decided to give blitzball a go; we are both at the same point though, stalling before we meet up with Sin).

Thursday, December 26, 2002

Two Towers improved for me on the second viewing. I think now that I know what happens on film to Faramir, I can enjoy it for being a movie and not for desecrating the memory of one the few folk who never wanted the ring. :)

And Billy Boyd is still pretty darn cute :) After all, Pippin is a very light-hearted character; my son Chris observed that if I like Pippin because he's funny, I must be glad I married someone like Rob. Hehehe!

My infatuation with funny guys probably goes back to childhood, where I had a crush on Gilligan :) I thought he was so cute and silly! Later on, I developed a crush on Peter Tork from the Monkees; note that he was the group's comic relief. An interesting trend.

Christmas was quite nice. The boys were in awe of my engineering prowess as they admired our colossus. Rob gave me a digital camera (and as soon as I finish reading the 300 page instruction manual, I'll get to use it) and a Kitchen Aid mixer. I'm very excited; I've always wanted one of those mixers! Yay! Now I need to come up with recipes that will use it. Rob was happy to get the first season of Babylon 5.

I hope every one of you had a lovely day, too.


Tuesday, December 24, 2002

And furthermore (she said as though arguing with someone :>), we find Billy Boyd incredibly cute. Pippin is cuter than (gasp) Legolas. We now switch our allegiance and fandom from sexy to silly :) Must be the accent.

Also: he wears a kilt.

Come celebrate the Return of the Very Secret Diaries! Yay!

I saw Two Towers yesterday by myself, using the coupon that comes with the DVD of Fellowship. Rob wasn't interested in seeing the movie twice in a week and although my cherubs might be, they've already seen the movie with my sister and we're going tomorrow night to the Cinerama. Since the coupon expires 12/31, I had to use it yesterday. I. Just. Had. To.

And I need to see the movie again tomorrow to see why I'm sort of unhappy about it. The most likely reason is the change to Faramir. It's not that they made him blond instead of raven-haired. That's probably a cinematic thing to make sure folks who don't know the books understand that he's Boromir's brother. What bothered me is that they changed his nature somewhat and that difference between the literary Faramir and the cinema Faramir seems to serve no purpose other than ensure more screen time between Faramir and Frodo.

Anyway, it was a disturbing idea because Faramir was so cool in the book that before I clapped eyes on cinema Legolas, Faramir was the hottie of my heart :)

Eowyn was also a bit disappointing, although not annoyingly so. I always envisioned her as cold, cool and feisty. In the movie, she seems softer and warmer. It's not a bad thing, and I suppose again it's cinematic.

Happy holidays to everyone. Wherever you are and whomever you're celebrating with, enjoy life.

Saturday, December 21, 2002

Rob is on his way out right now. He told me I have to stay home (which is fine because my drugs are making me a bit woozy and sleepy).

"Why are you going out right now?" I whine.
"To find you a Christmas gift," Rob snorts.
"But you already got me something," I whine further, noting that I've got the DVD playing even as we speak.
"I have to get you something that you don't know what it is," he retorts.
"Why can't you be like most men and go out on 12/24?"
Pause. Rob furrows his brow.
"What's that?"

Men.

Thursday, December 19, 2002

After trying to live with the back discomfort, I gave in and went to the doctor's today. Cool new muscle relaxant. Exciting new pain killer. The label says they'll make me drowsy. My eyelids are getting heavy but I'm still feeling like there's so much to do that I couldn't do while in the worst grip of the agony. Laundry piles high. Books stacked on the floor mid-way to their new homes on the bookshelves cleared by the removal of Rob's CDs to another location. Gifts must need be wrapped before Rob eats them.

Gah!

But at least I got the dishes done. And now I have cool new drugs. Which means, as I observed to the good doctor, that I shall be able to sit through the Two Towers without wincing in pain the entire time. I bought our tickets online for a Christmas night showing. Rob says we're depriving some theater worker the opportunity to take the night off, but I argued that the theater would be open whether or not we showed up. Plus, my experience has been that Christmas night, most movie theaters are fairly quiet. We'll see how it goes.

Hopefully my pain meds won't make me drowse off in the midst of the movie!

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

Somehow yesterday I hurt my back. At first I thought it was some sort of leftover "feminine" cramping but as I sat on the floor trying to put Rob's CD collection into alphabetical order, I could tell the pain was getting worse and worse, so I crawled over to the couch and tried to find a comfy way to lie down.

It's now 24 hours after the first onslaught of pain and it's dissipating. I'm using a little thermal heating pad that you stick to your body and the heat feels really nice and comfy. Hopefully its loosened up the muscle enough that I won't have to spend another night dodging cats on the couch. I was afraid to go upstairs last night because, what if I couldn't get back down? :/ So I lay on the couch and Maggie and Mittens kept trying to shove me off of it, taking turns to see who could leap onto my hip exactly where it was the most excrutiatingly painful.

Anyway, sorry Sister Mine, but my gifts are coming late as I wasn't able to finish wrapping anything to get it to the post office yesterday. Today's not looking good either as I'm not sure I want to try out my recovery by driving a stick shift down the road. But I looooove you guys!

Reallocation is going much more smoothly than I expected. It had a rough, rough start; apparently the GM in charge of reallocation didn't realize if players used that command before all the new stuff was rolled live that they'd actually be sent to our previous reallocation system and end up messed up. Fortunately, only a handful of players were caught in this, but still... it's something to remind ourselves if we do this again someday.

Sorry to hear Broos is all stuffy. :( How can he enjoy Two Towers through a cold? All that fighting will reverberate through his sinuses. On the other hand, it'll give him the ultimate in surround sound, eh? :)

Monday, December 16, 2002

Rob didn't buy an X-box. He bought a GameCube. ::flail::

We put together the colossus entertainment center yesterday. It looks very nice. Huge, but nice. I might get us some more glass blocks though because I'm concerned about all the weight. Rob said it should be fine, though, and since it's his gift (plus he'd have to help me dismantle it and put it together again) we'll probably go with his idea about it.

Of course, after putting together the first layer, Rob paused and announced, "We have to go to Best Buy. I need a new receiver. We should get a big screen TV, too, since this stand is so big." Men.

Well, he has his new receiver but we declined to purchase a new TV -- yet. We need to study the different models and such further. Although right now the stand does look a little like David Byrne from Talking Heads , all shoulder and a teeny little head. :)

Saturday, December 14, 2002

Final final was yesterday morning. Instead of an exam, our family law teacher (a practicing attorney -- which always makes me wonder, how long must they practice before they get good at it?) had us prepare a paper which documented our position on a topic and then supported our thesis with existing case and statutory law. On finals day, we had to present our arguments to the class.

I argued that a national standard for surrogacy contracts should be adopted. In order to get at the snack foods arranged beside my desk (we had a classroom potluck in addition to the speeches), I offered to go first. So I rambled and babbled for the alloted 7 minutes. I admit to being somewhat unprepared although I am usually confident that I can speak extemporaneously about my beliefs. The instructor jotted notes and afterward I finished, he commented, "You used an interesting term of art in your speech: why did you call surrogates and donors, 'units'?"

"Er....I've been watching too much Star Trek," I said. "You know us carbon-based life forms!"

Doh!

Still, he gave me 17 out of 20 points, and my paper got 90 of 100, so I appear set to get an A in that class. Not sure how I did in civil procedure, where we had an actual test. Writing I got a low B (and that still steams me) and Astronomy I think I have a high B.

Tonight Rob and I are going to his company holiday party. Rob is at this moment at Best Buy where he is probably making the mistake of purchasing an X-box for himself for Christmas.

Thursday, December 12, 2002

Interviewed yesterday at T-Mobile for an executive secretary job. Gee, I wonder if one of the perks is getting to meet Catherine Zeta-Jones? :) I should've asked.

Plusses: It's similar in scope and intensity as my former job. Other than needing to derustify my knowledge of Excel, the interviewer didn't say anything that caused me alarm. Her boss sounds like my former boss; I'd work for Larry again in a heartbeat, so that sounded good too.

Minus: It's across the water.

Seattle is situated such that pretty much anything is across some kind of water from everything else. This particular company is located on the other side of Lake Washington from downtown Seattle. There are a couple of ways to get there, but because of all the water to get around, the routes are not plentiful and traffic is a nightmare. Yesterday it rained hard and so the roads were slick and drivers cautious. I left the house at 8:30 for a 10AM interview. I got there around 9:30. In the scheme of things, that's about average for this area. The distance is about 28 miles but it takes twice as long as one might expect because of traffic.

So, I dunno. We'll see what happens. They'll be deciding quickly as the person who gets the job must start on 12/30.

Tuesday, December 10, 2002

My husband can take a hint. I've whined long and loud about needing the special edition of the Lord of the Rings for Christmas and lo! he hustled me out into the cold Sunday night so we could get one before Best Buy ran out of them. So, Sunday night we cuddled up on the couch to watch it.

Now, Rob is not like most TV watchers. He cannot confine his commentary to the commercials but must vent immediately at the point in time which his mind is engaged, much to my irritation and dismay.

Rob: oh! This part's new. (I remain silent, gritting my teeth and trying to hear the new dialogue.) This part's new, isn't it? I don't remember this part. Am I right? ::pokes me in the side:: It's new, huh?
Tracy: ARGH!!!

Later, Rob wants a snack and so gets a bag of mini Oreos leftover from his trip. Having been snarled at earlier, he attempts to remain silent, watching the film with me. Another new scene is on screen. Rob needs to open the bag of Oreos at this precise moment, rendering the sound from his speakers useless as the rustling of the plastic and foil bag is as loud as a passing 747.

Tracy: ARGH!!!
Rob: (Innocently) What?

This went on for the entire movie. Fortunately, I am finished with school other than one last final exam tonight and a presentation on Friday. This gives me time to actually watch the movie and hear the dialogue which goes with the new bits. He does this in the theater, too, purchasing a box of Nestle Crunch Bits or Hot Tamales and then waiting until I'm engrossed in the film before shaking the box to get at the snacks. Men.

Monday, December 09, 2002

Broos graciously provided exact dimensions for me. I set them herewith for any of you who would like to try this at home. It is really a simple project, and although my entertainment center is a colossus yours need not be!

The Glass Block and Boards Shelf Recipe
1 - 4x8 thing of medium density fiberboard (the sheets I saw varied from $10/sheet to $20/sheet depending on the grain of the fibers; the less expensive, the larger the fiber bits) cut into four pieces of 2x4 each. You end up with, not surprisingly, four shelves.
7 half-sized glass blocks for feet
21 total 8x8 glass blocks (the kind they use to make shower stalls) -- 7 per shelf. We quote the Master Builder: "One at each corner, one in the middle of the front and one in the middle of the back, and then one smack in the middle of the piece of wood, to keep the center from dipping down." You end up with this:

|... --...| <--- the correct placement of the glass blocks.
......|..... (for us visual learners ;>)
|... --...|

Primer (I have a gallon, but I have lots of wood - you might end up only using 1 quart for something this size, depending on how good the coverage is and how many coats you need to seal the wood and keep it from sucking up the paint)
Flat black paint (as much as the primer)
A roller paint brush and pan (or a neighbor with one of them spray painter things; I wish I had one of them).
A large well-ventilated room in which these items can be set up without being stepped on by cats or roommates; my things are in the garage.

Kerplunk the feet, put a board on them, kerplunk a layer of 8x8 blocks and another layer of wood. Repeat. A noted historian recommends wiring the stuff on a given layer before kerplunking the next one. Wise words which our spouse will need to remember, for the variety of his equipment leaves me unable to figure out how to put them together myself.

That said, 2x4 shelves would be really simple and easy to do. Because I mis-remembered the placement of the front blocks, mine is now 3x6, necessitating a lot of huffing and puffing to flip these things over. But I get bonus side shelving too, just need more glass blocks to prop them up with.

This will add the requisite black elements to our living room, which poor Rob prefers. For you know, we are totally opposites. My living room is awash in pale sage greens and golds which gives Rob the creeps; it's too sunshiney. His living room in VA was a tomb, with the windows covered completely by dark bookshelves (not that there's anything wrong with bookshelves). The amount of light in my living room is one of my chief joys and leads him to deep sighs and mentioning how I have tall bookcases that we might want to move...in front of the windows.

Friday, December 06, 2002

Hmm. You know. I think I may have an entertainment center on steroids. :/

Well, at least it'll be big enough to hold everything, right?

All righty then. Inspired by the start of winter break, I decided that for Rob's Xmas gift, I would build him one of those lovely entertainment centers that I've heard so much about and have admired for quite some time. This won't be much of a surprise for Rob (although he doesn't know it yet) because those pieces of wood are freakin heavy and I seriously doubt I'll be able to conceal them in the garage where it's too cold to paint and I can't carry them inside on my own.

There are folks who can recreate stuff after seeing them but once. My mom's that way with knitting and crocheting. I studied the fabled entertainment centers from several angles and after looking at the instructions figured how could I go wrong? Say with me now: "Let me count the ways..." :)

First, despite my instincts telling me to shop at Home Depot, I stopped by Lowe's first because they're a right hand turn rather than a left hand turn. I found glass blocks, some on clearance actually, and figured that as some go on the inside they'd be okay if they don't match. That plus the guy looked reluctant to sell me something other than a case (10 blocks to a case). He points me toward the lumber guys and I dutifully trot off to see them. I explained what I'm doing and as I started to give dimensions happened to glance up and see the salesman laughing. He told me that I didn't want lumber, I wanted shelves. He directed me back to the pre-made shelves. Note: if Rob had been with me, we'd have been out of the store in no time flat after yet another example of someone telling us we don't want to do what we already said we want to do.

But, being me, I trudge over to the shelves with my very heavy cart of glass blocks and actually find them to be quite a bit cheaper. I decide to line up the glass blocks on the top to make sure they'll fit and realize that the shelves are too narrow along both edges for the blocks to fit. Trudge back to lumber. I explain the problem. I demonstrate by placing the blocks in the way I want on a door that happens to be lying on a table. He walks me back over to shelves where I demonstrate by lining up the glass blocks again. He finally sees my point. We walk over to the actual lumber where I see the type that looks like what Broos has, only the salesman is steering me to the type of lumber that's $20 for 4 by 8. I'm thinking, Hmm! That can't be right! So I get him to write down all the lumber information so I can pay for it (he won't cut it before it's paid for, he said laughing again). Exit Lowe's.

Directly across the street is Home Depot. I wander into the lumber section and find two salespeople. They ask what I need and I explain, wishing I'd had some glass blocks handy to demonstrate. The female clerk defers to the male clerk and he nods, "Sounds cool." He finds the type of wood I need (although by this time I've decided to go with the spendier type anyway, it's still almost $3 cheaper per board here) and offers to go cut it up while the female clerk takes me to paint so I can buy supplies. She directs me to Steve, the god of paint. Steve is busy mixing and flailing, but when it's my turn he walks right over to the shelves and picks up some primer and then tells me to go pick out paint while he finishes mixing. About a half hour later, Steve comes looking for me in the paint aisle where I've been pacing and gnawing my fingers. "Er, you don't have black," I said feebly. "Oh, I mix it up for you. I'll pick something out for you," says Steve. He grabs a can, then decides the primer won't work the way I want, and he exchanges it for the right kind and mixes some color into it so it's no longer plain white. Steve has also decided I'd be happier with a gallon of paint because two quarts cost more than a gallon anyhow, and this way I'll have more than enough (He explained it in math but cheerfully switched to English when I glazed over).

So, paint in hand I wander back to lumber and find my boards cut nicely, with the leftover bits next to them on the cart. I go off to pay for them and explain to the clerk that I'd been told there's a fee for cutting. "Did he give you a written slip?" she asked. "No," I said. "Then it's free," she replied. She called over one of the guys to help me load all this stuff up in....the Eclipse.

The Eclipse isn't the biggest car, but it has advantages over my Legacy as its back seats fold down. We put the paint in with the glass blocks and the spare pieces of wood and as the clerk's tying the hatchback down two other guys walk out of the store. They looked into the Eclipse and jaws drop. "Wow. That needs to be in a commercial," they said in awe. I wish I'd remembered to grab my camera when I got home because it was an impressive site to see all that stuff inside the car. :)

Of course, I haven't got saw horses so I'm still not sure how I'm going to paint those shelves. And it occurs to me it might have been much simpler to ask Broos for measurements than to guess, but oh well. If I hadn't have had issues with the network printer because I installed a new firewall that doesn't seem to work with it, I'd have printed out the photos that I should have in the first place. Maybe I will and then take them to show that jerk at Lowe's who laughed at me. Hah! :)

Wednesday, December 04, 2002

Only two more classes to go this quarter, finals for those are next week. Yay! Next quarter, I'm only taking 3 classes (well, 4, but one of those is a one-day seminar so it doesn't count as a whole class) because 4 classes are too many. Dust piles high on my desk and it agitates me.

Updated the web pages a bit this afternoon. Nothing as fancy as John's, boy I am so amazed -- can you come work on mine too? :D But at least I put in links to archives that should stick to my ATTBI website and added a couple more things to my Owl Pellets.

Well, since I sent the link to JohnR in response to his poll, I cannot let the rest of you suffer, not knowing what to get the man who has everything including sexy knees: a kilt.

You have to love a company whose tagline is "Utility Kilts for every occasion...except bungee jumping." :)

John Ratcliff's Weblog is much cooler than mine. I am so ashamed :)

Monday, December 02, 2002

Amazon.com: Wish List time. (Rob, this is here specifically because you keep asking what I want :P )

I'm not sure when I picked up the annual physical exam habit. It probably began with my first office job, as I worked for Blue Shield in Hawaii and we had awesome medical benefits; everything was 100% covered. After days of examining and explaining coverage for hundreds of horrifying diseases (and subsequently rushing home positive that I had the same symptoms of whatever disease seemed most prevalent that week), I looked forward to my annual exams where my doctor always assured me that I was okay. Dr. Ikeda was a booming, reassuring sort of physician who'd clap a heavy hand to my back and laugh, "There's nothing wrong with you!" in a way that made you feel as though there wasn't anything wrong. Even the time I had bronchitis and his hearty back clap set me off into a spasm of uncontrollable coughing.

Most of my jobs have been with health insurance companies so I've always enjoyed good benefits. Every year when I took my "birthday holiday" (a floating holiday, basically), I'd schedule my exam and all was well. When I worked at AIG, my benefits were pretty crappy and annual exams weren't covered so I stopped getting them. The last year I worked for them, they finally offered an HMO for employees, so I went back in for a physical. It's not that I enjoy them, mind you, but that I've become accustomed to having them and they are so reassuring when one is healthy.

Last physical, my pap smear came back "abnormal" although when I went in to get it rechecked as recommended, whatever it was was gone and my current doctor chalked it up to an anomaly. This year when the test came back abnormal, she called me on the phone and referred me to a gynecologist. And so last week I went in to have "the procedure."

It's kind of funny because as I checked in, there across the claim form was the word "procedure" in big letters. This was only to ensure that the front desk staff didn't take a co-pay, but it felt like a scarlet letter. I didn't have very long to wait, and it was very interesting to observe The Procedure via a monitor beside the bed. In The Procedure, the doctor is using some funky lighting to get a good view after turkey basting something into you so bad cells show up easily. And sure enough, there they were, a little cluster of bad cells. The doctor got out her pruning shears (at which point I stopped watching the monitor) and took a biopsy so we'll know what these bad boys are up to.

As a side note, I wish doctors would stop saying, "You'll feel a little pressure" as they're pressing all their body weight onto the C-clamps they have inside you because it's not a little pressure, it hurts a lot.

Anyway, she said we'll know in a week or so what's going on but whatever it is, it's something I'll always have. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well," she said, "that means when we say 'come in right away' we mean right away. And if you change doctors, you must tell the new one that you've had The Procedure so they can keep an eye on you."

Well. On the bright side, I already go in every year for an exam so it's not going to seem weird to be going in every year for the rest of my life. What it does do though is make me want to ensure that all of you go in every year as well. If I didn't go in so often, who knows what The Procedure might have eventually found?