Sarkasmo - posts tagged 'fiftytwo'

High glamour, that's my life.

Sun, 02 May 2010 21:57:54 GMT

High glamour, that's my life.
It occurred to me while I was sitting on the floor (without a sore back!), cleaning the hair and cat fur out of the casters on my computer chair with tweezers and an old X-acto knife, that I've forgotten to take a couple of 52 weeks photos. Then it occurred to me that I keep forgetting because this is about as exciting as things get around here lately: I'm all kinds of happy because my computer chair rolls again.

52 Weeks, Week 19 - Coolest TV setup ever

Mon, 12 Apr 2010 07:09:03 GMT

52 Weeks, Week 19 - Coolest TV setup ever
I could move the TV around and even plug my headphones into it. There's a captioning button that works!

52 Weeks, week - 18 Nipple ring

Wed, 17 Mar 2010 04:05:21 GMT

52 Weeks, week - 18 Nipple ring
I got called back for more glamour shots of Righty, so I had to remove and reinstall the rings today. Thankfully, no one tried to interrupt my photo session this time.

52 weeks, week 17 - NEW WATER BOTTLE

Sat, 13 Mar 2010 00:51:36 GMT

52 weeks, week 17 - NEW WATER BOTTLE
This one has a straw and it sips and it has grippy parts around the middle and the cap, and the lid has a swoopy thing that I can carry with one finger, and it's pink so I won't lose it. Also, the straw part has a tab so if my hands aren't entirely clean, I can open and close it with my thumb.

52 weeks, week 16 - Mammogram Day

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 05:39:29 GMT

52 weeks, week 16 - Mammogram Day
Not only did I have to get up earlier than usual today, it was because I had to get the girls squished. This is after the mammogram, after putting one nipple ring back in and deciding the other was too much trouble, and right before someone else tried to come into the same dressing room (good thing I didn't end up having to explain the camera!). Right after this, I realized I hadn't told anyone that the girls are pierced, so I [put my shirt on and] chased down the technician and told her because I wasn't sure how that would show up on the 'gram. This was a routine part of my physical, but we'll all cross our fingers anyway, shall we?

52 weeks - week 15 - Mah hrbls, let me show you them

Wed, 17 Feb 2010 20:25:07 GMT

52 weeks - week 15 - Mah hrbls, let me show you them
This is how much hair I lose EVERY TIME I SHOWER. I used to work for a plumbing company, so I take great pains to not let the hair go down the drain. Instead, I ball them up between my palms and toss them over the shower curtain, then collect them and throw them away after towelling off. Aren't you glad I shared this with you? Aren't you amazed (like I am) that I have any hair left on my head?

52 weeks - Tagged by OMSH - I haz a chocklit

Fri, 12 Feb 2010 06:06:15 GMT

52 weeks - Tagged by OMSH - I haz a chocklit
Within 5 minutes of seeing this photo (or you know, when you can), take a self-portrait, post it to flickr, and tag your friends with Add a Person.

Caught red-handed with my cocoa. Don't believe anything the mug tells you. I haven't even tried to drink coffee for about 20 years (although there was that nasty incident where I thought chocolate-covered coffee beans wouldn't be the same). You can even see the cocoa 'seasoning' on the inside rim of the mug. I'm not an addict. It's cool. *whistle*

52 Weeks - Week 13

Mon, 08 Feb 2010 05:26:11 GMT

52 Weeks - Week 13
Sitting at the computer, Packet's behind me on Her Chair (all of the chairs are Her Chair).

52 Weeks, Week 12: She kissed me with TONGUE.

Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:03:59 GMT

52 Weeks, Week 12: She kissed me with TONGUE.
Sophie kissed me today. A lot. I'm allergic to dogs, but thanks to Nasonex, I can touch them and be in the same house where they've been. BTW, my eyes are closed because her kisses were going all the way up my face, into my eyeballs.

So this week I'm sharing 10 things you might not know about me. I've had trouble coming up with things that actually fit into the "people might not know this" category, since I tend to overshare in my comments on other photos. Anyway, here we go!

1. I like to spell things correctly, and I like to correct other people's spelling. Even if I don't say anything out loud, if there's a misspelling, my eyes will find it and I'll make a mental note. I will also calculate the chances that it was a typo (for example, "We're going to higher some new employees," vs "We're going to hire some new employees."). This on-the-fly proofreading used to include grammar errors, too, but thanks to the Internet I let a lot of that slide now.

But not apostrophes. I do not let apostrophes slide.

2. I truly believe that I'm a different person now than I was for most of my childhood. I think Mom told me that before Katie was born, I was quiet and didn't like loud environments, and that never changed (if it's true), but that's probably the only thing. At some point, I got it into my head that showing any vulnerability would be a bad thing, and now that I look back, I'm pretty ashamed of how I treated everyone until I was at least 18.

3. I have a thing about eye boogers. That stuff that collects in the corners of eyes. Opti-glop, nocturnuggets, whatever you call it, it bugs the hell out of me. It's nothing for me to turn my eyelids inside out to make sure NONE of that stuff is in my head. I will also wipe it out of my pets' eyes as well as other people's pets' eyes. I'm pretty sure it's a good thing I have good eyesight, since glasses are uncomfortable and I'm constantly touching my eyes.

4. I'm never having kids. For a minute, back when we got married, Darren and I tossed the idea around, but no. I never wanted a baby of my own when I was growing up, and I thought I'd get some kind of maternal urge in my 30s, but it never showed up. I like taking care of Packet, but she's a cat. She pretty much potty-trained herself, she doesn't run around screaming or throwing tantrums, and I can leave her at home when I go shopping. I'm not really anti-baby; I like watching other people's babies grow up on Flickr, I do. Darren and I are simply very-very protective of our "our" time. We take naps, we stay up late, we watch shows with "adult themes" without batting an eye, we eat meals when we feel like it, and we sleep in if we can.

5. I look forward to holding dual citizenship with Canada and the USA. I'm more proud of the US than I was growing up, probably thanks in no small part to 9/11 and my dad. However, I also like living in Canada with my Canadian husband, around my Canadian friends. Maybe I don't drink beer or coffee, but I do like hockey, snow, mild summers, and governments with more than two major political parties. Right now I have permanent residency here; I'll be eligible for citizenship in April of next year.

6. I had something really terrible happen to me when I was younger, and I blocked it from my memory. My hand to God, I never really thought that was possible for people to do until I remembered it. Now I don't trust my own brain as much anymore. What else is it hiding? >.> Even if something is horrible, I would rather know it than have it hidden from me, and my brain (of all brains) should be the one to know that about me.

7. I used to read books all the time. In grade school, I would read books and write book report summaries for them over the summer so they'd be ready for me during the school year. I couldn't sleep at night unless I had something to read. I went through the entire Nancy Drew series in, like, 3rd grade (maybe 4th). I tried to read The Exorcist, but my mom found it and I never did get to the end. I read about ghosts, poltergeists, hauntings, and all things paranormal. I also researched things like street drugs - not because I was interested in doing drugs, but I wanted to know why so many people talked about them. I can only imagine how many things I'd have taught myself if I'd had the Internet back then.

Now? I like reading in the bathroom - anything at all, be it shampoo bottles or books - but aside from that, I prefer audiobooks. I like being able to knit and read, wash dishes and read, walk and read, drive and read. I think that's why reading books only appeals to me in the bathroom anymore. That's one of those "better not try multi-tasking" situations.

8. Never been to college. I hated school so much, I was glad to get out of high school and not very eager to jump back in. I know I have some smarts, and I could maybe apply them to bettering the world in some way, and some sort of post-secondary schooling will be required for me to land a job that isn't the dreaded customer service (customer service jobs have sucked faith from my soul, and that's no lie), but here I am at age 37 and I still haven't the foggiest clue what sort of career would make me happy. I don't even know what to look for while I'm waiting to find something to make me happy.

9. Remember that documentary on HBO back in the early 80s about Nostradamus? The one where he predicted the world would end in, like, May of 1984 (or maybe it was 1986)? I saw that and totally believed it. I was petrified for at least a year and a half that the Earth would be hit by an asteroid or some Hitler-esque tyrant would kill me in a concentration camp. Years later, I saw Red Dawn and realized that's EXACTLY what I had thought was going to happen (if not the asteroid thing). I still hate thinking about dying, but my main concern was that I'd die a mere child, stuck in school and never having experienced much outside of school. I really hated school.

10. I'm a quitter. I don't really stick with things. I stopped taking piano lessons, I stopped playing saxophone (though I honestly think that was doing the world a favor), I dropped out of band, I never pursued an education past high school, and I'm not even going to list all the little crafty pursuits I've devoted my life to, then wandered away from.

So believe me when I say that I believe in soulmates. It bugs the shit out of me when things sound corny like this, but dammit, this is my 10 things, and I have to mention Darren. I'd like to tell you about all the weird things, little and big, that I had to endure to get to the point where Darren and I first crossed paths, but some of it's really private and some of it's the bad stuff I mentioned earlier. The end result is that I met Darren online, but not at a dating site. It was just a random bulletin-board style chat site where I was hanging out with some Internet friends when this Canadian guy wandered in. I still don't know why the words he typed interested me any more than the words that anyone else typed - no one I knew owned a digital camera or a scanner, so avatars were just clip art back then. 12 years later, I'm married to him (we've been married for over 10), and he's been my best friend this whole time. Better than my best friend. He's truly and honestly the only person who just gets me. When I think about the fact that we spent maybe two months actually together before we got married, it blows my mind. That's not even two months in a row, either. That's a week or so here, a week or so there, and a few weeks before the wedding. And then everything after that. And he still loves me. And I still love him.

Well, I haven't quit knitting. I've been doing that for a little over 10 years, too, which is also surprising. Darren still places much higher than knitting, though. I give a lot of my knitting away, but I'd fight to the death to keep Darren by me. Possibly using knitting needles.

52 Weeks, Week 10

Tue, 19 Jan 2010 03:10:49 GMT

52 Weeks, Week 10
Last week I went over the border and made a run for the border. I just didn't upload this picture last week.

52 Weeks, week 9...sweet noncompliance.

Fri, 08 Jan 2010 06:16:29 GMT

52 Weeks, week 9...sweet noncompliance.
I made sugar cookies with cream cheese last week and they were so good, I ate them before I put icing on them. I think if Canada had won the gold in the Jr World Championship, I might have dyed the icing red, but since the team lost and these are makeup cookies anyway, I left the icing alone (cream cheese icing, too, btw). So you know, I'm giving about half these cookies to my upstairs neighbors for being awesome. They have a snowblower, their dog is cute and doesn't make any noise, they never blast music before 10am (and when they do, it's not country), they enjoy quiet and privacy as much as we do, and they don't scream during sex. This isn't a true apartment building, more like a house divided into an upstairs and a downstairs apartment, so sound carries more than it normally would. All in all, they're probably the greatest neighbors we could have asked for, and I want them to know that without seeming creepy. Cookies should work. Should I invite them to look me up on Facebook? Hm.

52 weeks, week 8 - It snew.

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 22:43:41 GMT

52 weeks, week 8 - It snew.
This is taken out the front door. That road behind me is a highway. 2 seconds prior to taking this picture, Darren was complaining about all the cold air I was letting in.

7 Days, Day 4 - 52 Weeks, Week 7

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 05:56:00 GMT

7 Days, Day 4 - 52 Weeks, Week 7
In my favorite jammie-pants, knitting one of these for a friend's daughter, watching the Sarah Connor Chronicles. I wanted a picture with Packet in my lap, but she up and left faster than I could even grab the remote for the camera.

7 Days, Day 1 and 52:07 - Happy birthday to me

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 22:52:43 GMT

7 Days, Day 1 and 52:07 - Happy birthday to me
Darren took me out to dinner for my birthday and surprised me with something VERY special - after 10 years of marriage, he bought matching wedding bands for us! They're sterling silver, and I couldn't be happier. Don't the placemats and lettuce leaves totally complete the photo?

52:04 The cop is wider than the spindle

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 20:07:46 GMT

52:04 The cop is wider than the spindle
Lat time I weighed it, the spindle and cop together weighed around 9 oz. I don't want to break up the plying ball if I don't have to, so I'm just going to keep piling the yarn on.

52:04 - Sa-WEEET

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 23:48:48 GMT

52:04 - Sa-WEEET
How do I spell PMS? C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E. I found a Lindt candy bar perfect for the occasion: Dark Chocolate and Sea Salt.

52:03 - ZOMG PUDDING

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 00:11:30 GMT

52:03 - ZOMG PUDDING
Packet loves when I make pudding. She knows the sound of pudding mix being emptied into the milk, and she definitely knows the sound of the beater. If I don't share with her, I have to put up with begging eyes for hours on end. If I DO share, I get to see this face a lot. Notice the cute wrinkles on her nose.

52:02 - It will grow up to be a sweater

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 03:36:08 GMT

52:02 - It will grow up to be a sweater
Over 40 oz of yarn (each TP roll holds at least 1 oz, some hold more, and the spindle has 2+ oz on it) that will become a 4-ply yarn for my mom's sweater. It just occurred to me that the recycling guys will probably wonder why I'm suddenly throwing away 37 TP rolls next week.