QotD… O.J. Simpson is back in the news again. What are your thoughts on the release of “If I Did It” and his recent arrest?
I could not possibly care less. I could try; but it would be an exercise in futility because I’m 100% certain I would not be successful. He’s an evil, evil man. No way I’m wasting my time reading that book.

Sunday night I put on my kickass boots, and I kicked Mama’s ass. I was so scared I had that nasty copper taste in my mouth. But I must have disguised my fear well enough because she behaved herself relatively well. After we got home, I tossed a couple Lucky Strikes at her. She growled and chucked a couple bingo chips back at me and went back to her crossword puzzle, muttering to herself. Something about Elvis giving birth to a 7 pound owl in Melba, Idaho that she had undoubtedly read about in one of her tabloids.
I do want to learn to ride my bike, not for the joy of riding a bike but rather for the accomplishment of besting my fear. If that works, maybe I’ll move on to the “joy” crap.

Hunkster gave me one of his doo-rags he didn’t really like too awful much so I could deconstruct it and use it for a pattern. I bought some material with Dory all over it and I’m making myself a Dory doo-rag. I worked on it for hours yesterday and it’s almost done. I’m pretty proud of myself! I promise pictures when I’m finished with it.

I have my first tutoring session for ASL today for an hour before class, then class from 2 to 4 then Deaf Dinner until 7, so I have a busy day scheduled. I better get a move on.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude.

Just a few things…

What happened to summer?!?! I hate Iowa weather.

Ugh, depressed. Went to the doctor on Thursday and told him the depression had been getting the better of me recently and also focus and concentration had been harder to maintain lately. He upped my Strattera which is not the depression med but rather the ADD med, but that’s why he’s the doctor. It sucks to experience a change in meds as you’re ramping up. Spent most of Friday and Saturday feeling loopy and tense at the same time. Seems to be evening out.

Saturday I got PAID! I can’t even tell you how much this helps my mood!

Saturday night RAWKED. Me and a bunch of friends went out and watched my friend’s band debut and it was awesome… good times, good times.

Sunday night HunkyDory watched seven episodes of West Wing season one. What a fantastic show! I think of myself as conservatively liberal, and even though this show has a decidedly leftist slant, I still find myself enjoying it immensely.

Finished this book, and I have some thoughts to share on it. Honestly, the book really pissed me off. It’s written by two deaf persons; one was born deaf, and the other was progressively deafened, like me. The authors pretty much attack all hearing people and make sweeping generalizations on how evil and insensitive hearing people are. I can understand a minority being bitter about its perceived oppression, but I feel the authors cross a line. Something to think about… if you and your spouse were two hearing people and had a child born deaf, what would you do? Would you have the cochlear implant procedure done as soon as possible, or would you learn sign, teach your child sign, and seek deaf role models for your child and leave the decision to implant or not to your child? I’ll answer that later and let you mull that over.
Deaf culture and Deaf community… what an odd but true entity this is. I find myself wondering, is there Blind culture and Blind community? Quadriplegic culture and Quadriplegic community? If not, why? I’ll end up researching this more later.

Went to the last cruise night of the season tonight. Pretty chilly ride home. Plus, rode the Sporty and lemme just tell ya; the passenger seat isn’t really so much a passenger seat as it is a warped 2×4. Pieces of my butt and nether regions took turns falling asleep and going all pins-and-needle-y as I futilely rocked my pelvis and shifted my weight in a vain attempt to make everything stay awake all at once. Apparently, only various parts of me are afflicted with narcolepsy. I was as yet unaware of this unfortunate development. Do they have a prescription cream or drug for random muscular narcolepsy? Let me know. There’s got to be some multi-million dollar federally granted study being conducted somewhere in these great United States of America.

Speaking of… where were you 9/11/01? I was working at McLeod and the first email came out from corporate informing every employee that the first tower was hit, and managers turned on all the TVs to CNN. We watched the horror unfold and then a second email came out stating that yes, this was indeed a terrible thing to be happening, but let’s not let it affect our work. Yes, McLeodUSA is comprised of a bunch of incredibly sensitive geniuses… not. But, karma bit them right in the ass.

Dude. Just punch it.

I started “Mama” this evening. She sputtered and coughed and hacked. She growled an off-color joke and yelled at me, “Go get me some Lucky Strikes!” and then called me a very bad name.

I turned her off, being careful not to make any sudden moves, and backed her back into the garage carefully.

At least I was wearing my new kickass boots.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude.

or… I Can’t Be Bothered to Conjure Up a Witty Title This Evening, Folks

I woke up with vivid dream leftovers this morning. I was in a haunted house with all the various and sundry traditional scary things chasing me up and down countless flights of stairs. Then I was studying to be a nurse at MSU and our first day in class our teachers had an unexpected VIP coming to the hospital for a medical procedure and they assigned us the task of painting their hospital room. I got partially dried latex paint in my mouth and (surprise surprise) couldn’t get it all out of my mouth and it was actually multiplying until I could barely breathe. As I was spitting the nasty crap out of my mouth into a napkin only to somehow have even more accumulate in there, I was running all over campus trying to find an open bathroom to puke in. Nice, huh? Holy Freudian Crap, Batman.

I went to a Girls Only Garage Workshop today and count it as a total success.
I won a doo-rag, a nice bike cover, and bought some kick ass boots with a special 15% off today only coupon. Most importantly, I decided that me and the stupid scooter are gonna tangle, and I am so going to win. I will not be bested by an old, cantankerous, Bingo-playin’, Lucky-Strike-smokin’, Elvis-collectin’, Mama-from-”Throw Mama from the Train” Kawasaki 440LTD. I’m gonna put on my new boots and kick some rusty corroded ass. Bitch. I oughta trade her in. Or better yet, kick her ass then trade her kicked ass in.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude.

The Hunk tagged me. I’ll get him for that later. He owes me anyway.

“Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.”

1. I live in a world full of Charlie Brown Adults. I am hard of hearing. I have a degenerative nerve disease that causes my inner ear to not repair itself when it’s damaged. I have almost no midtones left but still have some hearing in the treble and bass range. I may be Deaf by the time I’m 50 or 60. I’m taking sign language classes and teaching my friends and family in the hopes that by the time I am Deaf, I will be completely fluent in ASL. I have about 40% hearing left, I’m guessing, so I’m not deaf, but I’m also not hearing, which can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. I often wish that some morning I’ll wake up either completely healed or completely deaf. I’ve had about enough of living in limbo.
2. I must count things that are repetitive. I don’t have to do them a certain number of times, but I must count in my head, and sometimes under my breath. For example, when I’m standing in front of the paper towel dispenser in the rest room, I must count how many times I hit the handle.
3. I have strong faith. I don’t care if I do get completely flamed for this, but that guy that came up with the whole “Religion is the opiate of the masses” thing can just bite me. I’m still on the face of this earth only because there is a God in heaven that watches over me, guides me, blesses me, corrects me, and tells me how He wants me to live. I do wrestle with some of the issues, but for the most part, I’m all, Yay God!
4. I’m not the mom I thought I’d be. I pictured all these wonderful Kodak Moments and I want my money back. I do a pretty decent job as The Darling Wife as The Hunk can attest to. But I admit I’m way too selfish to be the mom I thought I’d be.
5. I hate being wet; I’m like a cat. I’m all about the tanning and reading a good book, But I’ll pass on actually getting in a pool, unless my friends are making strong threats. Which they’ve been known to do, and also carry through on. I don’t mind showering, because I promise I do do that every day; but within three seconds of the water ceasing, the towel is all over my face, rubbing it dry fast enough to risk setting my head aflame.
6. I have items on my To Do or Die List that are over a year old. Seriously. I also have unfinished craft projects over 10 years old. *sigh*
7. I have a motorcycle I am completely terrified of. Kawasaki 440LTD. I hate the feeling of being so out of control and not knowing how what I might do is going to affect the motorcycle. I hate feeling so incompetent. Every moment I’m on the damn thing, I feel like it’s going to prove to everyone around me what an idiot I am. Which leads me to…
8. I was in a motorcycle accident Thursday night. All the sordid details are here. I have road rash on the heel of my left hand, my left knee, and I’m probably going to lose my left toenail. I was a dumbass wearing flip flops on a motorcycle because I couldn’t be bothered to take two minutes and go into the house and get socks and shoes. But I was wearing my helmet.

Now I’m supposed to tag 8 people to torture do this same thing. I don’t have 8 that haven’t already done this, but I will tag The Seester, The Poodle Queen, Phil, Fiona, Jess, and Brown Eyed Girl.

Remember that sticker that I made for my mom’s trailer? My stepfather may have hooked me up with a place to SELL THEM. Rock ON! Further updates as events warrant.

That meeting I mentioned last post went Oh-so-very-well. I’ve put in several hours this week and am going to bring home the bacon AND fry it up in a pan. But Hunky is doing dishes.

Not my best work here tonight. But that happens. Moving on.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Party on, Wayne.