Sunday, December 31, 2006


I could tell you how I feel right now, or I could just have you watch this Homestar Runner Cartoon.


What I did over my Christmas Vacation

1. Helped pull a cactus out of Willow's foot (held her head while Raybon did the surgery.)
2. Drove 1000 miles (actually was mostly the passenger.)
3. Got in a minor fender bender.
4. Swam 100 x 100's (10,000 yards.)
5. Made a sock monkey (OK, so I already wrote about that.)
6. Switched swimming clubs (yes, I'm now officially affiliated with Mellow Masters.)
7. Ate waaayy too much food. Afraid to weigh myself.
8. Helped strengthen bonds between family members.
9. Showed up at a pool at 6 a.m. in Victorville, only to find it wasn't open. (How is it that a town of population 64,000 doesn't have a pool open all year?)
10. Swam with my mommy
11. Played with my nieces and nephews.
12. Visited Snoopy (not the Peanut's Snoopy, my friend Snoopy.)
13. Lost and found my favorite hat.
14. Bought myself a new purse. Pretty green, and the perfect size. 50% off.
15. Got a new heart rate monitor.
16. Went Quadding. Yes, after years of begging from Raybon, I finally joined him.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Blood Sock Monkeys

So, I made another sock monkey. It was a bowdlerized monkey. I asked my sister Taeko if she wanted the monkey, and she said yes. Since she was in the anti-red-behind camp, I sewed up the behind so that the red didn't show.

I had no idea how much people would like sock monkeys. They are rather a hot commodity. After I had already given the monkey to Taeko, my mom suggested I give the monkey to my grandma. I told her it was already Taeko's sock monkey. My dad said "Hey, how come she gets the sock monkey? You said I could have it." I had offered it to him previously, but he said he didn't want it, he wanted Raybon's sock monkey, since Raybon didn't deserve it, because he didn't appreciate the toffee I made for my dad and Raybon. It's hard for me to tell if my Dad is joking or not. I still don't know whether or not he really wants a sock monkey.

My mom showed my grandma the sock monkey I gave to Taeko. My grandma seemed to like it a lot. I told them it was Taeko's monkey, and my grandma seemed sad. My mom told her I would make her a monkey, too. I felt bad. I didn't get a gift for my grandma this year. We have a rule of no "upward or lateral gift giving" in my family. This rule, instituted by my parents, means you can only give gifts to people in a younger generation than you. I sort of think that my grandma doesn't count in this though. I asked Taeko if she'd like to give the monkey to grandma, and I could make her another one. Taeko said she'd already bonded with the monkey, so she wanted to keep it. I felt kind of bad about trying to take back the monkey, so I'm glad Taeko decided to keep it. I'll make my grandma another sock monkey.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Sock Monkey Butt

I'm at my parent's house and I'm making another sock monkey. My mom is offended by the sock monkey's red behind. That's just the way they are made. You make them with a pair of red heel socks, and one heel ends up as the mouth, and the other ends up as a behind. I guess I could cut out the the red behind. It would be a bowdlerized monkey.

What do you think?

Should sock monkeys have red behinds?
Yes, this is the way of the classic sock monkey.
No, red behinds are offensive.
Free polls from

Thursday, December 21, 2006


Forgive me... I'm just going rehash my hard difficult day, and hope that it will help me sleep.

My dad had eye surgery today. His retina tore. :(. This makes me sad. I think he will recover fully eventually, but for now he can't see very well. He likes to read and watch movies, so I hope he will find a way to enjoy those and other things. My brother Elwood and his fiancee Rose are there with him now, along with my Mom, so I'm glad they are there to cheer him up. Raybon and I will be there with them soon, as well.

I had a hard day at work this morning, too. One of my co-workers, with whom I've had problems on and off with for years, had a little rift. On top of my job as sys admin and graphics coordinator, I've been given the job of taking care of our time keeping system, and generating invoices. We've had a new system since October.

This one co-worker has been uncooperative in doing her time. She never fills in the details of how she spends her time during the day. Last week, I had her fill in the details for a few weeks of time. I then have to do the laborious task of filling in the gaps in the the data she's already submitted. This week, she still didn't fill it in right again. I had created a spreadsheet for her previously to fill in the gaps, but this time I just sent her an email. She emailed me back saying "It's so much easier when you send me a spreadsheet. Can you please send me another one?"

I told her I didn't know how to answer her request, since what she should have done is fill her time in correctly in the first place, and I didn't feel like it was my job to make it easier. I explained to her what a pain it was to have to go back and fill in her time for her. She emailed me back that I was right, and thanked me for doing a good job in my new role. But she didn't give me her time. Hours later, I sent her an email reminding her again. She called me in her office.

She said to me "Are you aware that I've been on vacation the past 3 days?" in an aggressive tone. I said "I did know that. If that's the reason you haven't given me your time yet, you can just tell me that. You don't have to take this personally." She told me "Why are you giving me attitude?" I told her "Because you're being aggressive. I'm being defensive. If you give me attitude, I'm going to give it right back." She said "I don't think I want to talk to you while you're taking this tone with me." I said "That's fine. We can have this conversation now with you being aggressive and me being defensive, you can email me, we can talk about it later when we're more calm, or you can talk to someone else about it. It's really up to. All I want is you to give me your correctly filled in timesheets." She said "Whatever." I walked away.

I was a little shaken up, and maybe still am nervous, but I think I dealt with this better than I have in the past. I think there probably are better ways to deal with it, but I at least feel like I have some dignity in that I stood up to her and didn't show any fear. I've read that the best way to deal with someone who is irrationally angry is to tell them that their anger is understandable, and then offer them choices. I didn't do the first part. There really is no point in telling an angry person that they shouldn't be angry. Maybe next time that's what I'll do. I think standing up for myself and not being afraid of talking to her when she's angry is an important first step, though.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Dream Come True

This evening, I was the only one who showed up at UC Flip Flop for Masters swimming. I had a whole long course pool all to myself. This is almost literally a dream come true. Sometimes, when I go to bed at night, to relax I think of having a whole long course pool to myself.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Sock Monkey That!

Camille had a sock monkey naming contest on her blog. I entered the name "Niabelle Marroo" and won. I was hoping in my hearts of hearts that I won the sock monkey, but alas, it wasn't meant to be. I won a very nice handmade recycled rubber wallet instead. I decided to make my own sock monkey.

I don't really sew. I haven't really sewn anything since I was like nine, other than mending a tear or sewing on a button. I don't know how to use a machine. It was pretty fun making the monkey, although I'm not sure it's my thing. I got kind of impatient and lazy. Throughout the process, I was sure it was the ugliest sock monkey ever, and even once tried to feed it to Willow. Now that it is done. I kind of like it. I felt bad about trying to feed it to Willow, and gave the monkey a kiss. (I kissed Willow, too, but I do that all the time.)

I was going to give the sock monkey to my niece, but Raybon wants the monkey. That's kind of cute. I'm not sure if I've ever made anything non-edible for him before. I started making him a scarf, but never finished it, because my hands started to hurt. I guess I owe him a monkey, so it's his.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Raybon and Me

Me (depressed and sulky): I hate everybody.
Raybon (sweetly): Really? Even Snoopy?
Me (still sulky, but less depressed): No. But Snoopy isn't real.
Raybon: But you didn't say you hated all real people. You said you hated everybody.
Me: OK. I hate everybody except Snoopy.

I had this conversation with Raybon a few weeks ago. Everytime I think "I hate everybody" (which I have unfortunately thought at times) I think of that conversation and it makes me smile.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Inflamed Body Parts (Copying Camille's Title)

I found out I had bursitis today. Funny thing, being an athlete and a former pre-med Biology major, and not even knowing what a bursa was. I've never taken anatomy.

"Hip bursitis is a common problem that causes pain over the outside of the upper thigh. A bursa is a fluid filled sac that allows smooth motion between two uneven surfaces. For example, in the hip, a bursa rests between the bony prominence over the outside of the hip (the greater trochanter) and the firm tendon that passed over this bone. When the bursal sac becomes inflamed, each time the tendon has to move over the bone, pain results. Because patients with hip bursitis move this tendon with each step, hip bursitis symptoms can be quite painful."

I have something else, too. It's called "Iliotibial Band Syndrome." I didn't even know I had an Iliotibial Band. I knew I had an iliac bone, and a tibia, so I could put them together.

"Iliotibial band syndrome is due to inflammation of the iliotibial band, a thick band of fibrous tissue that runs down the outside of the leg. The iliotibial band begins at the hip and extends to the outer side of the shin bone (tibia) just below the knee joint. The band functions in coordination with several of the thigh muscles to provide stability to the outside of the knee joint."

I also found out today that my left leg is 1 cm longer than my right leg. I was also told (which I already knew) that my right side is tighter than my left side.

This is all very good information. I now need to cut back on the running and find a good P.T.

I'm in a really good mood, despite all this. I feel like a real runner, now that I have an injury. He he. My doctor says I can still run, but I should try to run on a track instead of the road and trails. Trails, especially, are hard on your hips.

Maybe, whenever I can't think of anything to blog about, I'll just look at Camille's blog and take her title and use it to blog about something in my life.

I had lunch with E.K. today, which was fun. She was dressed like me. Jeans, red leather jacket, and a black long sleeved shirt. He he. I didn't wear my red leather jacket today, but we plan to dress alike one of these days.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Isaiah 43:1

But now thus says Yahweh who created you, Jacob, and he who formed you, Israel: "Don't be afraid, for I have redeemed you. I have called you by your name. You are mine."

I like the verse above a lot. Somehow it isn't enough to know God loves me. God loves everyone. It doesn't make me feel like I have much purpose. I'm just 1 in billions of souls out there. God loves me, but what would it mean if I didn't exist, never existed? But each of us is so precious to God, that he calls us each by name. We are his.

I have a new mantra, and it's an abbreviation of the verse above. I won't say it here, because it is precious and secret, but might still sound silly to someone reading it. Of course it's silly. I like silly. If you ask me, I may or may not tell you.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Tragic Loss of Cookies

I am so bummed.

I made toffee, macaroons, and candy cane cookies for my work today. We're having a holiday party. I had done a noise study yesterday, and had my noise equipment in the car. Rather than making two trips, I decided to carry everything at once. Bad move. I dropped the bag with the cookies and candy.

The toffee was in a glass dish. It broke. Glass everywhere, transmorgifying sweet treat into deadly weapon.

The candy cane cookies were in a tupperware, which broke open and spilled all over the sidewalk.

The macaroons are fine, thankfully.

I guess in the realm of tragedies, this isn't so bad. No one died. No one is sick. I didn't lose my house, car, or husband.

Maybe I was showing off by making 3 different things instead of just one. Who needs so much candy or cookies anyways? See how mean I think God is? That's terrible. God isn't out to get me. It was just an accident.

I know. I'll just see it as being a good time for me to learn that even if my plans don't turn out well, it wasn't wrong for me to have good intentions.

*Sigh.* I'll get over it.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Weight Watchers

I'm dieting again. I weighed myself and I came in around 158 (at the end of the day, wearing flannel pajamas.) That's too close to 160 for my taste. I bet a lot of the weight gain is muscle, because I fit in pants that I couldn't fit in before I started running, but I've gained weight. Still, I'm not happy with the way I look.

Why? Why? Why? I don't know. Who am I comparing myself to? The girls on MTV? My fellow athletes? The last time I tried to lose weight it was for health reasons. This time, I don't feel like my reasons are so positive. But I don't want to wait until health becomes an issue before I get out of control again. I think, if I think about it as being a health issue again (I want to learn to control my eating before I get so fat that it is unhealthy) I'll be more successful at it.

3 years ago, I weighed 172 pounds. I joined Weight Watchers. My weight got down to around 128. I just kept losing weight, without even really thinking about it. My original weight loss goal was 150, but losing weight was so easy by the time I reached my goal, I just kept my eating habits the same and kept losing weight. At one point, I decided I was getting too thin, and wanted to weight more like 140. I started eating stuff I told myself I would never eat again. Since then (about a year and a half ago), it's been a steady climb up.

Trying to diet again is hard. This is my 3rd day on my diet. I've already eaten all but 4 of my points for today. I'm crabby. I just want to eat chocolate. And ice cream. I just need to tell myself it will get easier if I just stick with it for a while.