Well it pretty much exhausted me, but I have the Christmas tree setup. It’s not decorated yet, but having it up should stop some of the complaining, and begging. I decided I had to get it done now or it would have been ruined. I went downstairs earlier today and the box was drug out in the middle of the livingroom and laying open. The older of the kids had got into it. He’s been begging me every day he has been here since Thanksgiving.
Well, the Dr. confirmed my fears & suspisions, I have pneumonia. I caught it early enough that I won’t have to be hospitalized (hopefully). I find it scary that I know enough of how it feels that I can tell when it’s jsut starting. This makes 4 or 5 times in my life I think. So far I’ve only been hospitalized for it 3 times I think. I can’t honestly remember how many times I had it in my youth. I remember once being in an oxygen tent, once when someone, my dad I think, gave me a bunch of Disney puzzle blocks in a case. (Those were cool, there were 6 different pictures and you put the puzzle together by turning the cubes.) Then there was another bout in eighth grade. I still have a cyst on my hand from that one.
1 bottle of antibiodics, 1 steroid inhailer, 1 expetorant, and one cough medicine = $98. Hmm, wonder what it would have been without the insurance.
I also have distinct memories of going for some sort of procedure as a kid. I’m not sure if it was for the pnuemonia or what. I had to drink some nasty stuff, they knocked me out and whatever they did I woke up in the middle of it. The Dr. or someone said “Oh Shit he’s awake” then they knocked me back out. The next thing I remember was someone waking me up and there was a baloon tied to the gurnee. I should probably ask my mother about that sometime.
Merry Christmas, for Christmas this year how about pneumonia. Oh wait, I have that already. Grrr
I hate the worry look Dr’s, give. I never know if it’s generic or if there is something really wrong.
Well last night I finished all the grand prix levels in Mario Cart with Gold. That unlocks all of the riders, all of the tracks, and all fo the carts. I can now race with any driver, in any cart, on any track. I went back and re-raced the 50cc races and can’t believe how easy they were now. I’ve now moved on teh playing the “Mission” levels and for fun the battle levels. This game is way to much fun.
Come to think of it, Mr Hickey, my highschool math teacher would be proud too.
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You Passed 8th Grade Math |
 Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct! |
I am compleetly addicted to Mario Cart DS. I havn’t enjoyed a video game this much in years. It has a number of unlockable carts & racers. I have finally managed to unlock them all. My favorite unlockable character is definitly R.O.B. you have to beat all of the courses with a gold trophy in all three I used to love to play the gyromite game with R.O.B. on my original NES system. I had thought Nintendo had forgotten about him compleetly but there he is. The programmers even turned one of his accessory sets into a cart in the game. They also invented a pair of legs (also a cart) for him that in the game look as if they were originally designed for him. I alway though he should have some mobility, and at one point in my childhood I actually built him wheels using legos. One of the funniest parings in the game is R.O.B. in Yoshi’s Egg cruiser. It looks absolutly hillarious.
I dropped off the accident victim, Roland, at his house after he finished up at the accident scene. We chatted all the way back. He was a very plesent person. He seemed a little shook up by the experience, as expected. I really hope I was some help in calming his nerves, I tried. It turns out he had gone to get groceries becasue his wife is laid up with a broken wrist. She backed into, and tripped over a flat cart in a store a few weeks back. He had even stopped at culvers and picked up her favorite shake to take home to her as a surprise. Unfortunatly when the accident occurred the shake went everywhere, including all over Roland. When we arrived at his house, I helped him unload his shake soaked posessions from my car so he would’t have to do it all himself. He also wouldn’t let me leave until I went inside and met his wife, I beleive her name was Carol. She seemed very nice and was happey he was fine. Althgouh it was cute how he told her more about the accident. “Oh it was pretty bad, I was hurt terribly, in fact I didn’t make it.” She responded with “Oh that’s terrible, I guess I’m talking to a ghost then huh?” he responded “Yes, thats me, your dead husband.” I couldn’t help but chime in with a, “He’s the ghost of Christmas present”. We all laughed and he filled her in on what really happeend. We all had a nice 20 minute conversation about this and that and they both thanked me repeatdly. I also wasn’t allowed to leave until he gave me money for helping him. I kept trying to refuse but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I feel guilty about accepting it. He insistend I should go and have a nice dinner, or get myself something nice for Christmas. (It wasn’t a small reward…) I’m debating on what to do with it… Should I keep it? Should I do as he said? Perhaps I should donate it to charity. I will definitly have to ask for some guidance on this.
Came across an accident. Car was totaled but the driver is fine. I’m giving him a ride home before I go to the Christmas party.
Yep, well everyone else is doing it… Why not… Well one reson why not I guess would be that I have to edit the HTML in every one of these quizes. None of them ever fully conform to xhtml 1.0 transitional and so I spend the next hour after taking the quiz cleaning up the code so it doesn’t wreck my page. Yeah I know I’m obsessed with the whole “must conform to standards” thing, but you know the standard exists for a reason, it about darn time “webmasters” conform to them. Yes I know there are other standards, and the quiz probably does conform to them. I guess I’m just cranky because I had to shovel snow for 45 minutes this morning and now I will have to listen to certain co-workers whine about the weather all day.
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The Twelve Days of Christmas for cap60552: |
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| Day # | Who? | What they got you | ||
| 1st | twobrknot | A box of Turkish delight | ||
| 2nd | brykley | An apology – for life with them up until now | ||
| 3rd | lostlittlesoul | A menorah | ||
| 4th | otbs | A reservation to stay one night in a haunted castle | ||
| 5th | lifeonwry | A tub of uncooked pancake batter | ||
| 6th | cmaka | A menorah | ||
| 7th | imbri6 | A red telephone connected directly to the president | ||
| 8th | piratebob | A rocket pack and a helmet | ||
| 9th | piratebob | A life jacket from the Titanic | ||
| 10th | brykley | Batman’s super belt | ||
| 11th | lifeonwry | Low fat chocolates | ||
| 12th | seeliejon | A bee caught in a jar | ||
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Well now, it seems thanks to a suggestion by Jon, and an excellent plugin named “Live+Press” I can now sync up my blog to my LJ account. So now all my LJ friends who tend to forget I have a blog elsewhere will know when I make a post. This should be interesting. 
Hey, this is just a test of a new feature I am experimenting with. If it works, then Jon you should post a response… It was your idea afterall…
| Oscar the Grouch You scored 31% Organization, 51% abstract, and 37% extroverted! |
| This test measured 3 variables.
First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type. Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. You are more sloppy, both concrete and abstract, and more introverted. Here is why are you Oscar the Grouch. You are both sloppy. You might not always know where everything you need is. Perhaps you don’t even care. You don’t live in a trash can though. You both can be concrete or abstract thinkers. Oscar’s vision of life is very dreamy in an unusual way. His greatest pleasure is being unhappy, but the act of being unhappy makes him happy… which is exactly what he doesn’t want. That’s quite abstract. You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren’t afraid to explore your dreams and desires within limits. You are both quite introverted. For whatever reason you are uncomfortable in social settings. You probably have one or two people that you are close with. You’d rather do things by yourself and you dislike working in groups. Oscar hates it when people bug him. The other possible characters are If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also if you want to tell me your favorite Sesame Street character, I can total them up and post them here. Perhaps your choice will win! |
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test written by greencowsgomoo on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
Ok I finally gave in. I have been toying with the idea of getting a Nintendo DS for quite som time. Yesterday I bought new tires for the car, and was plesently surprised that the money I set aside for the tires left an additional $150. I know I shoudl have spent it on family of something more important, but I couldn’t resist… I bought the Nintendo DS, mario cart edition. I’m having a lot of fun with it.
Anyone that has it, and wants to play me, my “Friend Code” is:
352247
894710
(Ok, I know I’m opening myself up for trauma here, but what the heck)
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.
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