Writing Successes: Stupidly, none at all. Finished my weekly PSP tutorial already, however. Got the Toasted Cheese e-zine submissions to read and analyze this week, too. So, haven't written anything.

Music Playing: K103, soft rock favorites.

Breast Reduction Update: Offical diagnosis? I have large breasts. More on this later.

Exerpt from "...And You Think You've Got It Bad" : Don't have one right now. The book is somewhere in a box somewhere.

Bizarre Quiz of the day:


First, a small rant about the credit card company, as promised. See, I paid them off in early March. Totally. All in one "go". Well, I got a bill on about the 24th or so (judging from the last entry) that said I now owe them 75 bucks or so. Knowing that it wasn't possible, I call and ask about it. Well, and here's the fun bit, it seems that when I first got the card (nearly 2 years ago now) I withdrew $30 in cash. This has a daily interest of 92 cents. This interest was incurred on the day I paid off the bill, which means my "supposed" paid off bill now had me owing NINETY TWO CENTS. Because I didn't pay this (they didn't send a bill for it, since, you know, I paid them off...), I got a late charge of $35. On NINETY TWO CENTS. Then in April they attached a second late charge of $35 to that (and all the ninety-two cents from the day I paid it all off) and so forth to bring us to the 75 (some odd) dollars. The company? Happy to say their name: Direct Merchants Bank. Avoid at all costs. Not to be trusted in any way, shape or form. Do not give them a dollar. They'll take that dollar and snowball it into hell itself.

I sent a letter to the company explaining this situation, the ridiculousness of it, and that I would not be paying it. I will take them to court first. It's insanity.

Credit Card rant over. Now, where the HECKFIRE have I been?

Well, I got lazy, first of all. End of the month is busy for me and I didn't post for a couple of days. Then on the 30th, I went to the ER for stomach problems I was concerned could be apendicities. It wasn't, but they gave me medication that made everything about 300 times worse than it had been. Meanwhile, my family (Sue (my stepmom), Kellye (my sister), David (Sue's husband) and my dad) all came over and removed every stick of furniture I owned into the driveway. They then tore up all the carpeting and laid down tile in the office. (We're going to refinish the hardwood in the livingroom.) I ended up being offline for about five days because of all this.

We also didn't have a TV or stereo up until Tuesday. Then we spent a full week watching TV in my bedroom, which was uncomfortable at best. It worked, however. DH brought the stereo in today and set it up. It's all a big mess around here.

I also went to a regular doctor about the problem. He suggested a fiber-high diet and supplement (yay! age!) to, "get me regular". If that doesn't work, he suggests an anti-depressant. I guess it means it's all in my head. If that doesn't work, THEN we'll go do a colonoscopy. (sp)

The day after that, I went to see the boob doctor. She was a nice woman in a quiet, friendly office. She poked and prodded, explained and showed pictures, and measured me this way and that. Then she settled back and declared, very deadpan, "You have large breasts." She began to say something else, but I stopped her and just cracked up. This got Sue laughing and then the doctor who claimed, "Not to state the painfully obvious or anything!" It was all very darn funny.

To explain how large I really am, I'm the biggest she's EVER seen. Now there's an accomplishment. She figures (and here, finally, is the answer to the question everyone has asked) she can get me down to a D, but doubts she can safely go lower than that. I really wanted a C, and I might keep lobbying for that. But, the doctor knows best and I won't be awake during the operation, so she can do what she wants.

I know "DOWN to a D." Bite me. You don't know what you have until you don't have it anymore. If you went from an "A" or a "B" to my size (somewhere above JJ), you'd lose your mind. And no, I can't donate it to anyone, sorry. She said she'd probably be removing something like 1000 grams from EACH side. Try weighing that!

There is currently no scheduled date for a 2nd appointment, a mammogram, or surgery. There's some financial stuff we have to work on. I'll keep you updated anyhow.

Tomorrow, my youngest son (who's 12) leaves on an overnight trip with his class. Known as "Outdoor School", he will learn about trees, the cycle of life, and other wonderful things. It used to be a full week, but due to sucky Oregon budget cuts, all they can manage is 2 days and one night. I went four times, personally. I mean, this is a rite of passage around here. Patrick went for a week, even. But Matt got the short end of the budget stick, and was lucky to get the 2 days. I have pre-arranged some camping time with grandpa to make up for the shortage. Hopefully dad remembers that. (bwah!)

Finally, a small rant about my DH. Maybe I'm touchy. Maybe I'm still suffering from PMS. Maybe it's just that all my belongings are in boxes scattered around the four winds. (Aries-Horses must have harmonious enviroments or they wilt. This is totally true in my case. It sucks.) Anyhow, whatever the reason, the DH is pissing me off left and right. So here follows a few gripes.

If you pick up a giant dog-hairball, do not let it waft down to the floor. Someone (me) has to sweep that!

If you are up first and use dishes, empty the freaking dishwasher. Do not leave dishes in the sink or on the counter. Someone (me) will have to do it, why not you?

If you make a wad of scrambled eggs, use enough oil so that they do not stick to the cast iron skillet. If they do stick, wash the pan. Heck, wash the pan anyhow. Someone (me) will be doing it later if you don't.

If you invite me to go to the freaking store, WAIT for me to finish what I'm working on. Do NOT rush out of the house in a huff. MOST IMPORTANTLY, do not go to the store alone when I specifically asked you to get me something which prompted you to invite me along in the first place. This will tick me off beyond reason. (I asked him to fill my prescription, since he was going to the store to fill his own. He says, "Come with me." I go, "Go with you, hmmm." and continue logging onto the internet, where I left Jadea hanging and my PSP projects open and unfinished cause of a computer crash. He goes, "Right." and leaves. Without my prescription. Without asking if I needed anything from the store.)

If it is past 10pm, do not make me go to the store. Considering the above, I shouldn't have had to go anyhow....but there was no toilet paper, no food for dinner for tomorrow, and no bread. Know what truly sucks about all that? He got the last roll of tp out of the closet, and he had JUST gone to the store to get Matt a camera to take to Outdoor School.

So, sorry, Kou. Not that you read this, but I did have every intention of logging on at 10pm. But between getting Matt packed and having to go to the stupid store, I couldn't.

*end of rant* (for now) Until next time, keep your bow aimed and your sword sharp!