I missed blogging about my St. Patty's day festivities yesterday, why? Because I was laid up in bed all day.

Because I was hungover? No...

Because I was getting laid by some hottie I met the night before? No...

But because I managed to find myself coming down with a nasty cold, just before going out on Friday. One of those *WHAM* you're sick kind of moments that hasn't eased up yet.

Of course, the sore throat and tiredness didn't keep me from ejoying my Guinness ... but it sure did a number on my plans for Saturday...

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This morning, I was almost hit by a car.
I stepped into a crosswalk I use every day, confident that I had looked both ways. Apparently I hadn't. But somehow, on some level, I knew that the car was there when I walked into the street ... because there was no panic when I looked to my left and saw a car drawing closer. I stood there calmly, waiting to see if he would stop in time or swerve around me as he angrily gestured in my direction.
He stopped. I walked.

This evening, I walked past a girl sitting on the sidewalk with her arms and head on her knees - her pants and underwear pulled down to mid-thigh.
I walked past the girl, unaware of how long she'd been sitting there or how hold she was, and unable to stop. She was not using the sidewalk as her personal toilet, she was sitting with her naked skin on concrete. It was one of the most unnatural scenes I have ever run across.
I panicked. I walked ... quickly.

Tonight, I received an annonymous Valentine's Day gift.
Sitting on my kitchen table was a box from 1-800-flowers. The card read:

I couldn't have this delivered on Valentine's Day but this is your present from me. Since I don't have a girlfriend I wanted to give you something instead.

I am well and deeply freaked by today.

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1 wasn't me baby, I may have shared your bed, but I never have sent anyone a bear....

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at February 15, 2006 11:02 PM (Z7IAr)

2 Was it biker gear or was it S-M gear?

Posted by: Telebush at February 16, 2006 08:37 AM (8VWOk)

3 Love you dearly, Cat, but it wasn't me. Even though it's true that I don't have a girlfriend ;-) Besides, if *I* would've given you a bear, it would've looked more like this: http://badexample.mu.nu/archives/067984.php

Posted by: Harvey at February 16, 2006 01:20 PM (ubhj8)

4 .. whoa... that girl on the sidewalk?... crazy stuff... and the bear?... a mystery... I'd be freaked out too.....

Posted by: Eric at February 16, 2006 03:16 PM (r5XsL)

5 Hello, short time lurker, first time commenter You did have a freekie day... ever figure out who sent the VDay stuff? more importantly though, ever think of a reason for the girl 'enjoying the concrete'? After i read that i was running around work with that in my head... cant think of any logical reason myself, any ideas from anyone else? My dog used to do that, to cool off his Family Jewels, but i wouldnt think that would be an option for a girl. Anyway... love your blog, keep of the good work.

Posted by: Chris at February 17, 2006 10:08 AM (CUz3I)

6 Was the bottomless girl on the sidewalk at least cute? You leave out too many important details, you know that? Christ, I'm adorable.

Posted by: skippystalin at February 17, 2006 10:23 AM (ohSFF)

7 wow, what a weird bunch of coincidences. Maybe the bear wasn't malicious, just from someone who is shy. I think if it was malicious, the note would have seemed more threatening, but it's probably good to be on your guard...

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First, I want to thank everyone for their supportive comments and e-mails. I haven't been able to read them without crying yet, but I know that time is coming. I am hoping to share my struggle without alienating those with the best of intentions, but that may happen. Because there was a second part to Tuesday's entry...

There's always the anger...

Over the years, through all of the thinking and the pain that comes out of rape, I really have grown to be fairly angry inside. There's no other label for it, no other expression for it, and I see no way around it, despite the toxicity that it brings to my life. Maybe it's just a stage I'm in as I learn to cope. But on the grief scale of life, there are really only a few issues that get me really fired up. more...

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1 I agree with everything you say.... we all do care and if there is anything we can do for you all you have to do is ask... Katie

Posted by: katie at January 26, 2006 10:54 AM (wZLWV)

2 thanks for the e-mail this a.m. I was beginning to worry...I am here girl....I will even shut my mouth and listen!!

Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at January 26, 2006 12:45 PM (wHEBQ)

3 Good girl. Give 'em Hell, Cat. And seriously consider looking into California's statute of limitations. Justice might not be a cure, but it might just be a first step down that road. If there are others, and you're sure that they are, perhaps you'd be helping them and showing them what you've learned. Maybe, just maybe, they would come forward, too. Failing that, maybe a good dose of publicity would do the scumbag some good. But if one thing is apparent from this post and the last one, particularly the comments, it's that you have a lot of good friends. You're lucky that way. A lot of people in that position don't. No matter what you decide to do, you have my best wishes and hops for the future.

Posted by: skippystalin at January 26, 2006 03:04 PM (ohSFF)

4 You're absolutely right. Rape is rape. Our society softens the words. Sexual molestation. Lewd and lascivious. That's all BS. If it's against your will, it's rape. Period. This is the first time I have visited your site and your pain hits home. Feel free to drop me an e-mail anytime. I have been through similar experiences. And I know how to listen. Sometimes it's just what you need.

Posted by: Sticks at January 27, 2006 06:51 PM (OKM1O)

5 After reading of your experience, I realized that I have not taught my 16yo daughter what she can do if she is ever in that situation. As an experienced martial artist, I have the knowledge that may help her. I know that even if she succeeds in defending herself in an assualt, she will always have the experience of being assualted. I think there is little emotional difference between a successful assault and one where the offender is fought off. The defender is still scarred for life. All I can do is arm my little girl with knowledge and hope she remains ok.

Posted by: _Jon at January 29, 2006 01:35 PM (/R7YK)

6 Cat, I know the rage, fear, frustration and emotional remnant from this vicious act of which you write of. I am writing to let you know that someday it may be possible to be free from that imprisonment. For me it's been years since I've had flashbacks and nightmares, but I admit it wasn't easy getting there. It took willingness not to give up and lots of emotional work to reclaim my life and a future free from the pain and anger and memory of the vicious attack. Below I've posted a small list of resource links that will offer you some support and links to resources where I live. The information they provide is helpful and you might be able to find similar information within your own state. I share this with you so you too can continue to empower yourself and break free from the pain, shame and anger you write of. Please feel free to email me and we can then exchange numbers and talk. You've taken the first big step in talking about it. That is a HUGE step and one I commend you for. It took me more than 8 years to finally talk about it and seek help. But once I did I started on a path where I could move past being "whatever" in other's eyes and in mine. Please, whatever you do, don't withdraw, don't go back to that dark place you were before, because that is a place that will continue to perpetuate your imprisonment. Yes, everyone does mean well, but only survivors can know the self-defeating mechanisms we create to keep us safe and which no longer serve us once we're in the light. As Harvey said, new tools are needed. Yes, we arm ourselves with new weapons because the battle now lies within, and with the help of those who have moved beyond our pain you will learn how to be free yourself too. www.rainn.org Rape Abuse and Incest National Network is a national organization devoted to issues surrounding sexual assault. www.ariany.org Awareness of Rape and Incest through Art (ARIA) is an organization that believes in empowering and healing survivors of sexual abuse by transforming internal suffering into works of art. ARIA provides a forum for self-expression while spreading awareness of sexual abuse and creating a community among survivors. www.giftfromwithin.org Gift From Within is an international organization for survivors of trauma. www.nycagainstrape.org The New York City Alliance Against Sexual Assault is an umbrella organization uniting hospital-based programs, law enforcement and criminal justice professionals, and other social service providers interested in combatting sexual assault. www.nyscasa.org The New York State Coalition Against Sexual Assault is an Albany based agency that represents all the organizations in New York State with a common goal.

Posted by: Michele at January 29, 2006 09:43 PM (beN4P)

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WARNING: The following is a very personal post about actual events.

On the night of January 24, 1998, America stood on the eve of Super Bowl XXXII. Football fans everywhere anxiously awaited the battle between the Denver Broncos and the Green Bay Packers.

Before that night, I was an awkward, late blooming 17 year old high school senior of the purest breed.

Since that night, no shower has ever made me feel completely clean, no heat has made me feel completely warm, no embrace has made me feel completely loved.

Eight years ago today, my innocence was stolen away from me. more...

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1 I feel your pain. I was raped at age 7 by my father and molested until I was 16. There are no words to describe the hurt and betrayal when there is no one to protect you. People who have not been through the same do not understand and show that in so many different ways, as your parents did. Please just know that there is hope. There are people that care and can help. Please reach out to someone. Look to those who have been through the same, that have persevered and have taken control. Please know that you can triumph and that none of this was your falut. You can find peace.

Posted by: Pam at January 24, 2006 08:18 AM (RyVfE)

2 turn off, go take care of yourslef, call when you can or need too....

Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at January 24, 2006 09:28 AM (DKoOu)

3 If you evr need to talk I am here to listen...if you ever need a hug I am right outside dc...please know you arent the only one and you have nothing to be ashamed of. I am sorry..sorry that this happened to you...sorry that the monster took your inoocence...and Im sorry that your the one paying for it and not him.Im sorry that your parents didnt know how to handle it andthat you to this day are still tyring to deal with it alone. Im even more sorry that you feel alone. Please know that if you need a friend to listen I am here katie

Posted by: Katie at January 24, 2006 12:08 PM (E+7PI)

4 ... I am angry.. why did someone not beat that motherfucker's head into mush... damn, I am angry... ... I wish there were something I could do for you... now or then either...

Posted by: Eric at January 24, 2006 04:34 PM (r5XsL)

5 What Eric said. I'm too pissed to write more.

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at January 24, 2006 06:08 PM (aPsUA)

6 I remember you saying something about this to me. I'm not sure when. I never knew all the details, but I suspected as much. I find it commendable that you still support the Marines after what one of them did to you. At least, I believe my memory is correct about that point...

Posted by: Dorothy at January 24, 2006 09:20 PM (i2wOe)

7 A bully, a coward, an animal, and - yes - a criminal. I hope he gets his due and receives multiples of the suffering he has caused you. You sure as hell should not be ashamed or paranoid, for you didn't do a goddamned thing wrong and anyone who judges you in any way for what happened to you isn't worth the time of day. Take care of yourself and hope that life takes care of the animal who did that to you.

Posted by: Jim - PRS at January 24, 2006 09:27 PM (njBz/)

8 I understand EVERYTHING you are saying. thank you for having the courage to speak up. I was raped at 15 and i never prosecuted. thank you also for shining a spotlight on an area of my life i've tried to block away for so many years. its time i deal with all of it once and for all. I hope that you heal and that someday it will be something you don't have to hide.

Posted by: Shelley at January 24, 2006 10:08 PM (iMGjE)

9 What Pam said. There is life afterward, but it does take time and a lot of struggle. You made a big first step by sharing now. Today is almost over...

Posted by: Sissy at January 24, 2006 10:30 PM (gCk3+)

10 I want you to know I don't feel obligated to say this, though I am not a friend~just pretty new to your blog. I really am sorry that this happened to you and that your pain seems as raw today as it was 7 years ago. In what I've read on your blog you are Survivor with a Huge heart and you have brought love, hope and smiles to many people. I realize this doesn't take away your pain but I do hope you know what a blessing you are to other's you meet. It takes a very strong woman to be able to give to others when so much was taken from her. Bless you hun. Thinking of you and sending warm hugs your way.

Posted by: Allhanah at January 25, 2006 05:44 AM (OJoiY)

11 I understand. More than I am willing to write - but if you need to talk, shoot me an email - I'll get you the number. Meanwhile - in time, while the pain never leaves, you'll be able to look yourself in the eye. In time, it won't matter what those other people say. In time, the nightmares go away. I promise.

Posted by: Tammi at January 25, 2006 08:11 PM (lfQya)

12 I can understand to a degree in ways I'll not have the courage to write. But you know how to find me at all hours. I'm here for you.

Posted by: RSM at January 25, 2006 08:20 PM (ODxF4)

13 If there's any justice in the world, he'll end up married to Lorena Bobbit.

Posted by: Harvey at January 25, 2006 09:08 PM (ubhj8)

14 I'm so sorry, honey. Idon't know what else to say...

Posted by: skippystalin at January 25, 2006 09:49 PM (ohSFF)

15 Kill him.

Posted by: barry at January 26, 2006 05:28 AM (kKjaJ)

16 I'm angry, but not for the reasons you expressed in your post. I'm angry because this asshole managed to do what he did in a house filled with people. I'm angry because they did nothing, when their responsibility was to do everything. Everything to stop him. He deserves the pain you feel.

Posted by: David Earney at January 26, 2006 12:13 PM (1douf)

17 Holy crap. Just, holy crap. It wasn't your fault -- no one should have to go through that kind of trauma. And you were a minor, too. I don't want to wish evil on him, but I hope someday you can stomp on his head with a stiletto. Failing that, I wish you the courage to talk about it and to cope with it and to find others who can truly relate. I don't know if it's comforting or disconcerting to know there were others assaulted on that same night. I think you're brave for opening up now and, honestly, you show quite a brave face to the world -- no one would ever know that this has been beneath the surface.

Posted by: dawn at January 26, 2006 09:08 PM (i086L)

18 My heart and soul goes out to you. I know the angry and humilation you feel. I have been in your shoes. It took a tremendous amount of work and pain to get rid of the anger. The best thing you can do is talk to someone to help you work through it. Please drop me an e-mail or comment anytime. I know some wonderful resources you can use. May peace come to you.

Posted by: Sticks at January 27, 2006 06:45 PM (OKM1O)

19 This ain't right. Drop a name.... Be damned sure you drop the right one. From the few times I was around you Cat, the only impression I got was that you were NOT gullable. WERE very damned streetsmart. Very damned smart period. Scary smart to me. I didn't have a problem, or any concern with the way you carried yourself before this post. Men, well, this man, doesn't want a whiner. I'm kinda with Eric, hell, I'm all with Eric, especially Eric, and RSM. Cat, I got here from readin' your latest post, had to see what was up 'fore I made an ass out of myself in that post's comments. As the Dad of a 17 year ol' daughter myself, if I caught wind of somethin' like that happenin' to my first born, you all would be writin' me in prison, and I'd be leavin' this comment from prison. There's probably not alot I have to offer you to comfort you, or to help you, but if you think for a half a second there is, don't you damned hesistate for a heartbeat to ask...

Posted by: RedNeck at January 27, 2006 10:36 PM (tSJ8V)

20 Cat, I'm so sorry you went thru that. A lot of us were molested, I'm finding - I was 12 when my damned evil cousin molested me - but it was not as bad as what happened to you, and it took me forever to get over it. Well here are some hugs from Kansas for you. Hope you get through the darned football season feeling okay.

Posted by: Beth Donovan at January 29, 2006 11:10 AM (9FPYz)

21 Know that you are in my thoughts, and that I can empathize because of what happened when I was 12. If you want or need to talk, drop me a line. May the light shine on you, enfold you, and guide you as you deal with this.

Posted by: Laughing Wolf at January 30, 2006 05:50 AM (5cMH5)

22 At 16 I felt as you did. I have managed to put it behind me in large part because of a wonderful husband, but there are days that it is impossible to put behind me. I feel for you, more than you know. I hope that one day you wake and are filled with light. I hope that one day he rots in hell.

Posted by: oddybobo at January 30, 2006 09:48 AM (6Gm0j)

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Just got off the phone with dad...

His car was broken into last night. His briefcase, gym bag, and a small duffle were all stolen. Important information about multiple aspects of his entire life, whisked away in the night ... all while his vehicle sat, accidentally unlocked, in his very own driveway.

The ironic part? Nearly every key he owned was in that car because he didn't trust them to be safe inside the house.

Those thugs really had some nerve...

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I'm so F*CKING mad I could spit!

But in the interest of all involved, I can't blog about it just now.

Double F*CK!

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Can we PLEASE get this douche off the news?

Sure, he can QB ... I'll give him credit for his skills ... But that's where it stops.

He's been nothing but a big basket of legal trouble for himself and for VA Tech for far too long. Not to mention a huge embarassment to his brother, Michael. I'm constantly surrounded by Hokies and every one of them has said good riddance to bad garbage since Marcus got himself kicked off the team.

And when fans care more about how much a douche you are than how they will win next seasons games, you've got to be a seriously big douche...

I mean, seriously... He gets kicked off the team, pulls this crap about 'screw - you - I'm - just - going - to - go - pro - and - then - you'll - see,' and now he's arrested for brandishing a firearm... Way to go, Fucktard... way to go...

Someone just throw this dumbass in jail for a little while and save us all the annoyance of having to change the channel everytime a new charge gets added to his record. Maybe being somebody's bitch for a few years will readjust his attitude a little bit.

I think Marcus is in for a rude awakening in the draft and the NFL... I knew a guy with exactly the same attitude once. Threatened to transfer to a rival college because coach didn't let him play his kind of ball. He eventually made it to the NFL... but he only lasted a couple of years on one team, a couple of years on another, and within six he was out ... no fame, no notoriety, no one knew who the hell he was ... Served him right.

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I just spent the last six hours working on Sheila to make her run a little more smoothly. Yeah, six! For a good for nothin new hard drive no less. No, I'm not an idiot... she just wouldn't cooperate.

I swear, you try to give a girl an upgrade and there's just no damn appreciation!

I'm going to bed...

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I'm so bummed to find out my favorite airline has called it quits.

Guess this means paying a lot more for tickets again... Dammit!

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1 Yeah, I saw the news and thought of you. Those ticket fares were AWESOME while they lasted.

Posted by: Dorothy at January 04, 2006 09:39 PM (i2wOe)

2 Hey, cheer up, I think Hooter's has an airline now. http://www.hootersair.com/ If they're cheap, lemme know. I'm think on goin' to Texas at the end of April...

Posted by: RedNeck at January 07, 2006 03:34 PM (05aMS)

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Dear 'Flexible People'

We have had many good times together. You are wonderful to spend time with. But, I think you are a little confused about that label you put on yourself. You are not flexible.

You are flakey. You are unreliable. You are the antithesis of commitment.

In your aim to be the most easy going of the bunch, you are complicating the lives of others - namely mine in this case. It is often much less forthcoming than would be useful as the rest of us attempt to plan what you refuse to do.

Your last minute actions, notifications, and decisions do not adequately take into consideration the impact you have on others. You shirk a position that would allow you to be held accountable at a later date. You frustrate those around you that try to be a part of your lives.

I would like to ask that in the future, could you simply communicate your wants and/or needs instead of attempting to appear the least rigid or problematic of the group?

Thanks! I look forward to many more good times.

Love,
Your friend - Princess Planner Pants

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"Sometimes my mouth is good for something..."
-- stepmom to Dad

UGH
*shudder*

Now how do I eject that DVD from my mind's memory playback system...

Gross

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I learned three very important lessons tonight...

1. I don't like 7-layer burritos. And never again will I eat anything from Taco Bell that has beans in it. No ill effects, just a nasty taste.

2. Sheila is a bitch. I don't know what I did to piss her off, but apparently I did something... cuz not only is she not dead, she fixed herself and I have no idea how. Now, I have some idea what men go through...

3. Computers can and will delete an entire night's worth of work on a paper you didn't want to write in the first place, on the most inopportune night possible, just to make sure you remember what it feels like to build character.

Lessons suck...

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Anyone who knows me knows that Sheila is pretty much everything to me. She is my single greatest possession and I have my whole life stored on her hard drive.

Imagine how I feel right now, just home from work, expecting to finish up a couple papers... only to find that Sheila's dead... or damn close to it...

She didn't load right, I tried rebooting her a couple of times, but to no avail...

Half my program files are gone and not a single personal file or folder is left in existance.

I'm crushed... and have no idea how to fix it....

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Yes, the first snow of the season has arrived. *grump* And thus marks the period of the year where I will now leave my house if and only if (and/or when) I am forced to do so.

*pout*

Why can't the snow just keep the hell away from me?! If I wanted to see snow, I'd have opened a photo album. If I wanted to experience snow, I'd have gotten on a plane and gone to where it is supposed to snow. It is not supposed to snow within a 10 mile radius of me... ever... regardless of where I stupidly moved to pursue this damn career of mine... unless I have expressedly told the weather otherwise, in writing, in triplicate, 45 days in advance....

Yeah, yeah, snow is a wonderful, life sustaining beauty we have been blessed with. Fine, I'll give you most of that. Lord knows my beloved Southern California would be even more screwed on its water situation if we didn't have snow...

...But it's violating the restraining order ... *whine*

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I already know we have some seriously bitchy power delivery systems out here where I live. Personally, I blame the shitty construction that also allows me the following luxuries:

- awesome acoustics with which to hear the mini-Olympians running track and doing the long jump directly above my bed at 7am
- cold air that always seems to find its way into the house during the worst part of the dreariest days of winter to create treacherous drafts
- heat that builds up in my room so easily that even when there are 5 inches of snow on the ground right outside, my room is an unbearable sauna.

I have put up with power outages during rainstorms, snowstorms, the nicest spring day, and clear evenings. In fact, I even put up with one night where the power went out and came back on again at least four times...each time waking me up as my cordless phone searched for its base station. I won't even set my clock radio anymore because the power flips off that freakin often.

But tonight, the gremlins gnawing on the power lines went too far...

I just gotten home from a long day at the office where the computer corrupted a big file (and my boss frustrated the hell out of me) and an extraordinarily long class session where the prof tried to argue with me about whether my paper was late (no f'in way, pal). All I wanted to do was read my e-mail and have some dinner. I opened outlook, waited for the mail to download off all the servers, and started to delete the junk...

When the power blipped...just enough to make my computer restart...

Every bit of the day's e-mail from the main server (with the exception of 2 messages that I couldn't give two shits about) was gone. Not in outlook, not on the server... gone.

You have got to be flippin kiddin me! You just do not mess with a woman's e-mail...

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...err... headstone? I don't even know what you call my job...

My first day back after being gone for 10 whole days, according to my boss "a ton of shit when down" while I was gone, and I was so bored ... I hella fell asleep at my desk... twice...

Damn my job is exciting!

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I didn't feel so well - ok, I felt like ass this morning.

Some type of hot flash overtook my senses...
I suddenly felt quite ill.
I took my jacket off...
I couldn't manage to cool down.
I touched my hand to any piece of cold metal I could find...
It worked until they grew warm.

I thought I was ok...
I was wrong.
The light headedness got worse...
My vision blurred...
My hearing faded...

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
I was going down.

I know what falling feels like later...
I didn't need that kind of hurt.
I slumped against the wall behind me...
I stayed on the floor for the next 6 stops.
I felt the angry stares from other cramped passengers...
I clutched my stomach praying not to hurl.

Finally it was my stop...

I made it through the rest of the day ok.

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1 Huh?! Are you okay???

Posted by: zonker at November 15, 2005 01:31 AM (/y7q3)

2 and yet still I worry

Posted by: RSM at November 15, 2005 08:15 AM (Cc3mG)

3 Sounds like a *serious* motion sickness attack, especially if it went away once you were off the train. I seem to be very susceptible to it, especially if reading or doing a puzzle while facing forward. At least, I hope that's what it was. I do hope you're OK!

Posted by: Victor at November 15, 2005 01:27 PM (L3qPK)

4 did you eat?

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at November 15, 2005 02:28 PM (H+Exd)

5 This could have been bad and proves that our mothers were right when they insisted that we always wear clean underwear.

Posted by: Jim - PRS at November 16, 2005 05:00 AM (oowdc)

6 .. damn, girl... if it happens again, go to the Dr...

Posted by: Eric at November 16, 2005 09:23 AM (r5XsL)

7 *leaves Tylenol and whiskey*

Posted by: Harvey at November 16, 2005 11:35 AM (ubhj8)

8 I still wonder what it is to feel like ass. Does that mean you're uptight? Does it mean you feel smelly? Could you be feeling flabby or bouncy? Could you feel split down the middle?

Posted by: Ogre at November 16, 2005 11:42 AM (/k+l4)

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I went to work today and I was just girl... not working girl... not go-to girl... not awesome intern girl... just girl.

My computer wasn't fixed yet...

Without the ability to save or e-mail files my hands are tied. I love computers but I really hate being so dependent on the technology. There was honestly no point in me going to work. And my poor boss...

This computer fiasco could not have happened on a worse week for him. He tried to quit smoking but I'm fairly certain that went out the very same window he keeps threatening to jump out of. People from all over the office and other departments keep throwing things at him to do - the majority of which he has had no involvement in until they ask for a final product. Now how are you going to expect someone to just toss together a fantastic final product if it has taken meeting after meeting to develop it and you haven't included him? Boss really needed the ability to hand me some data and send me on my way to work my magic on the numbers... instead they went on his to-do list ... a list that takes a little bit of his soul with every glance he takes at it....

All because I was useless without a computer...

I did manage to get my outline for class and a lot of catching up on world affairs done though.

I would have rather played with the numbers...

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Today could not be more of a WTF Wednesday...

Last night I closed a chapter in my life that was a lot harder to close than I thought it would be when I started writing it.

I woke up this morning already in a funk from the night before, doing what I could to put it in a little box to be dealt with later. I got to work later than I wanted to. 30 minutes into being there, my computer managed to crap out and in the process take with it every single spreadsheet, data file, regulation book, and reporting tool I had worked on since I began working in the office. I went down to my supervisorÂ’s office to tell him the terrific news, and I just couldn't keep it together. It's not like me to not talk - and he knew he was in for it as soon as he couldn't engage me in a conversation - I couldn't fight back the tears. Sitting there making my supervisor uncomfortable as I tried not to cry, I turned beet red wishing I weren't such a girl. I left his office and went to the bathroom where I silently sat in a stall and tried to get the crying out of my system. As I was washing up, someone from the office came in ... there was no hiding that I had been crying but thank god, she just let it go. I tried to go back to my desk to call the computer people but my security badge went Tango Unicorn Uniform, leaving me locked out of my floor. FINALLY, I got back in when someone opened the door but again, there was no hiding the red puffy eyes. I was hanging my head in shame by this point. Crying at work is just so unprofessional...

The other intern came over to talk for a minute, causing the whole story to spill, and of course, the tears to again start gushing. I could kick myself for being such a girl...

The computer people were nice, but less than helpful when I did finally talk to them. I have to wait until they set me back up again, wait to see if they can recover what was lost, and just wait until they get it done. I can access the net but without my computer working properly, I can't email or even print. I flat out can't do my job. No matter that I work for the Office Director's assistant...

At 2:30, I got a call from my academic advisor that I couldn't take because my phone doesn't work in my office. Too bad it was a phone appointment I asked to be scheduled for NEXT week. Why am I not surprised that the front office messed up?

And I still have to go to my least favorite class tonight...

I think Wednesdays should be un-invented.

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Whoever is designing these shoes... I hope you die a slow, painful death at the hands of your own torture devices. And I can think of a million and one ways to use these things as torture devices, let me assure you.

After two days in the wonderfully cute black heels that I thought fit so well I am damn near in tears at even the thought of having to wear shoes. By lunch my toes were literally bleeding.

At the expense of a paper due tomorrow I am desperately trying on every shoe I can find in the house to see if I can get my toes in anything without crying. I'm not having much luck...

With no less than 5 band-aids on my feet, and one injury left uncovered, can I call in sick because I can't walk?

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