Woohoo! I didn't fall asleep at my desk today! (or in a staff meeting)

I chalk it up less to the fact that I went to bed at 9pm last night and more to the fact that I only spent 3.5 hrs at my desk throughout the whole day.

Either way ... victory for me

Now where are my shades ...?

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Today is evidence of two things:

1) Further proof that I made the right choice staying OUT of the miltary.
2) I soooo have got to get more sleep. A few hours cuts it when being entertained (perhaps entertaining as well) but it is not sufficient for the long days of staring at an uncooperative screen.

I was stuck for an extra 20-30 minutes commuting home from work and I could not keep my eyes open...quite literally.

I hate sleeping in public while alone - even on planes. I will close my eyes but not genuinely sleep. Today, I tried doing my sudoku and gave up after I kept losing my place to drooping eyelids. I put my head on the window and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew I was jerking myself upright again from actual sleep (repeat scene ~5 times).

Thank god there is someone else doing the driving.

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1 And look what happens to sleeping military people http://dustmans.fotopages.com/?entry=171337 people like me take pictures of them

Posted by: Sean at May 15, 2007 10:12 PM (debC4)

2 It was a pleasure meeting you at the MilBlog conference.

Posted by: courtney at May 16, 2007 01:03 PM (DdnDR)

3 Thank god there is someone else doing the driving. Thank God you mentioned that little detail! Go to bed!

Posted by: Pixie at May 16, 2007 01:51 PM (cd3Tj)

4 don't be weak. You're a total BAMF. I believe I was the one being hassled for sleeping. (ah, sweet justice)

Posted by: RSM at May 16, 2007 02:11 PM (2WS/k)

5 RSM ~ No, you were being hassled for choosing sleep over BEER. There's a difference (though I probably would have chosen sleep over beer too as I am not a true fan of beer but I am a true fan of sleep). And besides, you probably looked and felt a LOT better than the rest of us the next morning. Cat ~ would have been nice if you had mentioned that you were NOT the one doing the driving at the beginning of that post. You scared me!! Get some sleep!

Posted by: HomefrontSix at May 17, 2007 02:52 AM (4Es1w)

6 How is it I knew you weren't driving even though you didn't mention it right away. I think I remember you saying you always take the train... or something like that. As I often have long periods of no sleep and stare at computer screens all day - I guess I could say I've been there. *grin* Many times sleep is highly overrated.

Posted by: Teresa at May 17, 2007 08:40 PM (gsbs5)

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Answers to Tough Questions (Written by kids):

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?

You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.

-- Alan, age 10

No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.

-- Kristen, age 10

WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?

Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.

-- Camille, age 10

HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?

You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.

-- Derrick, age 8

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?

Both don't want any more kids.

-- Lori, age 8

WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?

Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.

-- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)

On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that Usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.

-- Martin, age 10

WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?

I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.

-- Craig, age 9

WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?

When they're rich.

-- Pam, age 7

The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.

-- Curt, age 7

The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.

-- Howard, age 8

IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?

It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.

-- Anita, age 9 (bless you child)

HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?

There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?

-- Kelvin, age 8

And the #1 Favorite is........

HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?

Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.

-- Ricky, age 10

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I guess you have no choice but to grow up when you finally land a "career" ... but I sure as hell don't have to like it. Those painful, "this is what its like to suck it up, drive on, and be an adult" moments are leaving me with a lot of bitterness that I can't quite seem to spit out.

But no one ever promised doing what was best for you in the long run would be pleasant in the moments it takes to get there. (wait, isn't this the same rationale that landed me in DC in the first place?)

My inner clarity is becoming crisper through it all, so maybe it isn't all bad. There are purposes to the things we experience, right?

I will simply have to find a way to block out that knowledge right now. It is so not my style to ignore my heart but what choice do I really have? If I can throw a towel over the clock on the treadmill to get through my workout, I can throw a towel over this too ...

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Despite the fact that he never blogs (like he's busy or something), Telebush has a new puppy and needs help naming her. She's a mix of border collie, husky, and a little german shepard. Head on over and leave him a comment with your suggestion(in any thread really since its so stale over there).

And while you're running around ... go check these guys out:

Wired All Wrong

I've got their song "Elavatin" stuck on mental repeat (and it just so happens that I did my high school days right near where they call home)

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Think you had a crappy day? At least you didn't get a jury summons.

Fucking judicial system

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Today's Horoscope:
Take a look back at something that happened recently that left a sour taste in your mouth. You'll realize you were not at fault.

SWEET! Even the cosmos think I can blame someone else for my problems these days. Who says stars don't align?

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Since there has been so much ahem ... interest ... in this shoe:

I have added it to my amazon wish list and IF they end up on my doorstep, I promise to wear them during the next Milblog Conference lunch.

There ya have it ... Bluff. Called.

Flip or fold, folks

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It is finally here!

I've got a full house and a full weekend.

Report of what I can remember to come later ;-)

REPORT: 5/6 2:30p
This year's conference was unquestionably the bigger and better event that we had hoped it would be. It is a good trend to have in the conference business...

I was a lot more comfortable at this year's conference than last year's, so that made a huge difference in what I took away. Last year, I felt stupid for showing up and having to explain "no, I don't milblog..." to every person I had the courage to talk to (mostly because someone else introduced me to them). This year, I didn't feel so stupid explaining "no, I don't milblog ... I milblog when there are fundraisers or support orgs need to get the word out. I'm a supporter."

I met so many great people that have done so much to help the cause, the community, and the country that I really felt honored to be in their company. And the best part about going to these events is seeing that the milbloggers are doing this, not because they have to, but because they want to. For some, it is just fun or a personal outlet - but there is still a meaning and outcome so much greater than that for those affected ... something made all the more powerful by the fact that it isn't someone "just doing my job."

For the social aspect, it was a kickass weekend. I don't think I had more than 5hrs sleep during the weekend but who needs sleep when you're having a good time? And anytime I end up in bed at 4:30am with another woman, some serious fun was had (right AWTM?).

Overall, it was just great to see my friends again (especially the ones I didn't think were going to make it) and make some new connections I can look forward to seeing again next year.

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I've spent the last 3 days with 9.5 hrs of attempting to keep myself semi-conscious without the benefit of the internet or a television, very limited news sources, severely limited email access, oh ... and no work to do. Unfortunately, I keep being told this is "normal" and I can expect many more of these days.

Seriously?

How on earth do they expect me to keep from throwing myself into the giant plate glass windows and getting tangled in their permanently drawn blinds as I tumble to my ultimate state of maim if they keep this up?

The four story drop and glass just might kill me ... if I'm having a particularly lucky day...

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1 Bring a book to read.

Posted by: Ogre at May 03, 2007 06:57 AM (oifEm)

2 Get an iPod and download lots of podcasts daily. They are small and unobtrusive...

Posted by: The Maximum Leader at May 03, 2007 02:43 PM (iJhG9)

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Funny he should mention quitting. Ok, that's not the funny part. Its only funny cuz I thought he said quilting ... and I've been thinking of taking it up as a hobby.

What on earth I would do with quilts once I'm done with them, I have no idea. I am so not a quilt kinda girl. And I am most certainly NOT an afghan girl. But the hand stitching on my window treatments felt interesting ... satisfying ...

Sure, I managed to stab myself a couple of times with a needle, but no blood drawn. Still, it was calming.

But we'll see how my Sew Much Comfort clothes turn out before I take up quilting.

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I don't know about anyone else's week, but mine ... it was a huge let down.

But then again, that seems to be a pattern around these parts. Lots of anticipation and excitement, expectations high ... only to discover nothing is as you thought it would be. Not. even. close. We don't need to rehash my miserably disappointing experience in grad school as evidence, do we?

Is it any wonder I don't really allow myself to be excited all that often? There just doesn't seem to be much point.

Oh, and I have reconfirmed my position on people as a whole ... with a few notable exceptions ... people suck.

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After the lunch I had today, I think these may become more "appropriate" shoes for work ...

I leave to your imagination what it will be like for me to show you where they go

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Ok ... seriously ... WOW

Amazon has truly shocked me. I don't really know why, but in searching for shoes today on Amazon ... I was shocked.

And educated.

I had no idea there were so many different types of fetish shoes. Nor did I realize that searching for my size shoe would bring so many of them up.

I have huge feet. I know this. I'm ok with this ...

My long toes come in very handy - and when you least expect it ;-)
Clodhoppers serve to provide a more painful whoopin when someone has it coming. There ARE advantages...

... Except when it comes to shoe shopping. Open toed shoes are less of a problem, but closed toed shoes ... freakin' nightmare. This is why I not only looked like a moron and wore strappy black sandals to my grandmother's funeral in February, in Kansas, but have spent days with shoes full of blood and carry rolls of athletic tape in my work bag.

Seriously though Amazon ... Buying shoes on the internet is hard enough. Do I really have to search through all the freaky sex shoes to get to what I need? And do I really need to be reminded that there are people out there with the time and money to buy/need freaky sex shoes while I am looking for "sensible" business shoes?

Not fair.

And I do not want to know where the heel of this shoe has been...

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Yes, yes ... I know I left you loyal minions supporters without much to read for far too long. But I have my reasons!

- I'm getting ready for the Milblog Conference, putting my psudo-Kinko's uniform on again to make sure you all are informed once you get here. (Cuz you're all coming, right?)

- I've been shopping ... shopping my fat ass off for a big time coming up. And we all know how much I love shopping. I swear, I don't know what the hell designers are thinking. I find pants that are georgeous, long, and just downright perfect, except the waist goes up to my chest. Or ... I find a jacket that curves just right, hits at all the right spots, except the sleeves are a couple inches too short. Or ... I find the perfect shoe, in the wrong color. I just love shopping ...

- I'm sick ... again. I don't know what it is. I had it a month ago. I had it last year for a good several weeks. Last night, I had such terrible pain from the fluid trapped in my ear that I had to get up and take a shower just to ease it off a little. It worked temporarily. And a doc appt? Does little miss has-a-$2500-deductible-and-no-copays here look like she's made of money? I don't think so.

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Looks like I haven't been keeping a close enough eye on my little blog-bro, RSM ... He's brought a son into the blog-family.

Viking Medic was announced to the family this morning as our newest addition. He seems like a nice enough kid, but he is RSM's son after all ... so we'll see how long that lasts. J/K bro ...

Go check him out at The Quest for Valhalla

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When you owe someone a MAJOR apology and write a letter that says:

It was a terribly cold Easter. When we were kids we froze but wore our Easter clothes anyway.

Thank you for your help & you are always welcome here. I don't know what I'd do without [grandson] or our church friends.

Happy Easter

You most certainly did NOT apologize.

Seriously...?

Bitch.

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Ladies ... I think we've found our new anthem ...

Just try to look past the odd looking Brit singing it - he's got a good idea ... brand new shoes!

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Mr. CSI ... *drool* (now that he got rid of that silly shaggy dog look)

Did I mention *drool* ?

So what do you say George? I could be your girlfriend ...

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Scene: 1 dead lady, 1 tissue bucket, 6 teenagers assigned to expose muscle tissue and learn everything there is to know about each one - action, origin, insertion, nerve

By this point, we had spent several of our dissection days unpuddling the fluid that earned Lucy her name. She was fairly dry, kept moist instead by a mist sprayed on her at the end of every dissection day. Without her gallons of fluid to plump her up, she sagged and almost caved in places.

We had taken great care to peel her skin off in sheets, exposing blood vessels, muscle, connective tissue, tendons, ligaments, and fat. The fat was blocking a clear view of everything else we needed to see so it had to go. Carefully removed, tweeze by tweeze of our tiny little tools meant to keep every structure in tact.

Being that there were six of us and one tissue bucket to hold everything we removed from Lucy, we had to find somewhere else to dump our tweezers full of fat. Where better than a pile on her torso?

Note, her torso was also one of those caved in places that looked remarkably like a bowl at the end of the day ... a bowl full of little yellow globs of fat ...

Or if you're a teenager ...

A bowl full of jujubes!!

But they were renamed Ju-Lu-bes, of course (and I've never eaten them again!)

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