Awakening

You should know that this post is a confessional. I’m going raw here, folks, and it’s going to be uncomfortable for me. But this is like therapy right now and I have to let the words out. I have to make them real. No editing as per usual. I’m just going with the flow here.

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I’ve found my music again. I didn’t know it was gone for a long time. I didn’t miss it. But when I found it again I became obsessed. I couldn’t get enough. I still can’t get enough. Right now I’ve got Black Lab’s “Gone” blaring from the music machine1. It’s a beautiful song2. I forgot that part of me.

I always had music. “Jen’s Life: The Soundtrack”, I called it. Lots of little mix tapes. And then CDs. I could always find just the right ones to go with whatever situation I was in at the time. Then I stopped doing that. Stopped listening to it and craving it. Until a couple of weeks ago when that part of my soul seemed to break free. I started searching for music. This time it’s “Gone”, “This Night” (Black Lab) and “Familiar Taste of Poison” (Halestorm) at the top of my soundtrack.

I tried. I really tried. I put my self in a box and buried her somewhere she couldn’t escape. I tried to be normal, do normal things, think normal thoughts. I made promises in the early part of January 2009 and, fuck me, I kept them. I took vows and I was holding up my end of the fucking bargain. I stopped socializing again, shut off the music and accepted that this was my life and I was making a valiant goddamned sacrifice for my children. I stifled myself because I thought I deserved it. That part of me was horrible, selfish and wild. She hurt people, including herself. She burned bridges and made enemies. She had to go. He didn’t love her anyway. Stuff her in the box and forget about her. We were better off that way.

I thought I needed a knight-in-shining-armor and he thought he could “fix” me. I was somewhere really dark and I needed saving. I thought it was the right thing to do. I tried so hard to let him shape me into what he wanted. I fought against it sometimes, but mostly I allowed him to mold me into someone so different that anyone who knew me and loved me couldn’t even recognize me. “Why him, Jen?” they asked. “Better than the alternative,” I’d say,”and I love him.” Didn’t like the tattoo, the clothes, the music, the writing, the friends…changed it all. Because I promised them I would. I’d try to open up to him, but he didn’t like that. Too much of her still left in me. So, I closed off my history to him. No sharing secrets with him. Shared them on the blog. Shared them with strangers because he didn’t really love me enough to want to know me.
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Random Wordiness

I’ve got a few minutes free from my end-of-semester school work1 and thought I’d share some thoughts.

One:
If you’re having trouble getting the image caption to appear below the image in IE, make sure you’re not floating it in a separate selector. Oops. Yes, I did spend almost a whole day trying to figure out why it was lovely in FF but floating right in IE. Dur. There was a float I didn’t need in there. This is what happens when you make adjustments and forget to note which adjustments you just made and/or don’t take out the extra garbage. My bad.

Two:
Don’t expect some people to know what the hell you’re talking about when you’re discussing your messed up float. They will look at you like you’re completely insane when you say “My list was floated right but then I floated my img to the right too!!” This means nothing to some people– even when you think that someone should know2. Sorry, Unnamed Person, I really thought you knew more about it. I didn’t mean to “try to impress with that damned jargon”. Really. I thought since you’d signed up for a Website Design elective you might think my error was as hilarious as I thought it was.

Three:
Ask for confirmation in emails or you may go a whole two weeks thinking you’d sent an important note only to find out the recipient was still waiting for that note. My bad again.

Four:
Messing up my coding is really good for my brain fog. No, really, it is. Working my brain to solve a puzzle like a messed up float3 is good for the gray matter. I can’t leave it alone until I’ve fixed the problem and that helps with the cognition. I can actually hold conversations again. Of course, I don’t always want to have a conversation (blame the pain pills, yo) but I can have one if I so choose. Awesome.

Five:
I really like “V”. I also like “Spongebob” and “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, so there you go.

Six:
After this semester is over I’m going to publish a couple of my best papers from my English College Writing class. I don’t want to yet for fear my prof will think I’m plagiarizing myself, but I did some good work on those things this semester. Can we say “A”? Why, yes we can. Of course, I think my prof doesn’t really care all that much about the quality of the paper as long as we keep it on topic, but that’s not the point. The subject matter is very interesting. Of course, I’ll probably forget that I want to do that. You’ll have that from me.

Seven:
It’s time for bed and I’ve stopped having thoughts. Ha!

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Disease of Elimination

I’m having a big flare right now, so I’m warning you that this is a whiny post. Read further at your own risk.

When I’m having a flare I will sometimes go to a FMS online support group. I joined one that’s particularly active and will go read through the threads, start a discussion, or whatever. It makes me feel better to “be around” people who know what I’m going through. I don’t have to explain what my pain is like or what triggers it and I don’t have to constantly tell people that’s it’s real and that I have little control over it.

But this group has one of those people that have whatever you have but worse. And today that’s particularly annoying to me1. This lady, who is very active and I’m sure is sincere in her own way, has a list of her maladies in her signature line. Among other things, she’s afflicted with Fibromyalgia, MS, Rheumatoid Arthritis, Thyroid Disease, and Lupus. Just in case she’s not sufficiently pitiful, she’s also listed Arrhythmia and irregular heartbeat separately2. A new one has been recently added I noticed– Narcolepsy. This is only a partial list, of course, and these (save for Narcolepsy) are the only ones relevant to my gripe.

Fibromyalgia is diagnosed by elimination. That means that certain diseases are ruled out before we’re given this diagnosis. Those diseases include MS, RA, and Lupus. According to my doctor (who is an expert in and suffer of FMS), if you test positive for any of these three conditions then Fibromyalgia is ruled out.

How is it possible that she received a positive diagnosis for this disease when she’s afflicted with the other three (among a whole list of other shit that would cause most people to just quit life)? That annoys me. And it annoys me because FMS is a condition that is unique in that it’s still highly misunderstood, practically invisible and with no 100% proven treatment3. It’s also not physically damaging. You can’t look as someone with FMS and see they’re sick. Some doctors still maintain that FMS is a disease invented by pharmaceutical companies to sell pills4. My PCP initially referred me to a psychiatrist for treatment5.

I’ve only been diagnosed for a couple of years. I went through 3 doctors, 2 years of testing and a lot of pain before someone gave me a name. And it wasn’t until I went to a rheumatologist that I got any kind of understanding. It wasn’t until this past year that my PCP finally said “I don’t want you in this amount of pain. Stay on your medications. We’ll find something eventually.” Years later. So, I don’t think it’s worse than those other conditions. Gods no! But it is unique.

So it pisses me off today that this chick, who shouldn’t be alive probably because of her damned 1000 deadly diseases, will give advice and tell people that their pain doesn’t progress. How can she tell? She’s got pain disease on top of other pain disease on top of pain disease and she can tell that her FMS isn’t getting worse? Bull. She’s full of shit.

Isn’t there a name for someone who uses medical conditions to get attention for themselves? Hmm, perhaps that diagnosis should be in her list.

P.S.

Don’t forget I’m flaring and I’m crabby. I’m sure this chick is a nice person but…ugh.

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  2. Arrhythmia is defined in this link as irregular heartbeat. Ugh []
  3. For everyone, that is. Cymbalta works for some people, for example, but it did nothing for me. SSRIs are detrimental to my health. The idea of a full body massage actually terrifies me. []
  4. Oh, if only they had a pill that worked for me!! I’m get on that train right now. []
  5. Who remembers that? What an ass. But he’s up on his info now and is more understanding. Still, who remembers my irritation at that? Ha! []
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Where are my Zzzzs?

I forgot to get my prescription refilled and so now I can’t sleep. So I’ve been trying to find something to keep me occupied without causing me to get really depressed at having to deal with tomorrow without sleep1. As such I’ve decided to blog. Please keep in mind that this will be a rambling post and probably won’t have any flow. Pretty normal for me, huh?

I finally got a laptop. What? I bought a new desktop last year (and it still rocks socks) but I thought I needed a laptop. Obviously I also needed a router. So I got one that would allow me to sit in my yard and surf the toobs. Of course, because I’m going to be going out into the yard I had to get the warranty that covers drops and spills. And, well, I had to have that fancy wireless mouse. Wheeeee!!!!!!!! That was quite a chunk of change2.

Speaking of work, Vince gave me some feedback on the site3 and I’ve decided to make some changes. And I did. It’s looks pretty good, actually. I’ve got some weird ideas, I think, but I like being able to play around with it. I added some funky buttons and a jQuery video slider so, um, yeah, it’s pretty cool. I wouldn’t necessarily call it the most bomb-diggity site ever, but it’s getting close.

In similar news, and keeping with the spirit of this blog, I decided to ask Millie what she was paying her designer for her site. Well, Millie assumed I was going to ask her to hire me or some such nonsense and tells me:

My site is more than one page.

No shit. But just in case I’m as idiotic as she must be, she tells me that a couple of more times. OMG!! I can’t do more than one page!! Bleh. Oh, and the best part? There’s apparently stuff on the site I wouldn’t understand. This is where I said:

I’m kinda good at that stuff. And I am in school for this very thing. Graduating in December as a matter of fact.

WTFever, heiffer.

So, she tells me she paid this woman $2000 for her site (Whis is MORE THAN ONE PAGE!!!) and pays her $250 a year for hosting. This is where I was kind of taken aback. Why did she need that kind of money for hosting? I told her that my hosting is just over $100 a year and you could justsee her deflate.

Mwahahaha!!! You got took. How’s it feel? Oh, yeah? Her husband does your computer work? The dude you paid $75 to defrag your hard drive? Hahaha!! Still a dummy I see. Pssst. I could’ve done that for you for free but who am I? Just the mother of your only grandchild and the wife of your only child.

Sorry, where was I? Oh… So, she’s starts again telling me why I’m not qualified to do her website (meh) when I tell her I’m just trying to learn pricing structures. I don’t want to work for her (meh). So she tells me this chick charges her $30-40 to change an image on the site and for other changing other types of information. Really? Well, of course I’m intrigued. Changing an image is was easy, right? What’s it take? About 35 seconds (if you’re not waiting for the image to upload)? This is sounding good to me. And I find it hilarious that she could be helping her daughter-in-law enlarge her portfolio for a fraction of that, but is insisting I’m too stupid to breathe.

So, I break out my laptop and show her friend the new site I just did. Her friend is impressed but Millie isn’t interested. I told you– HEIFFER. That’s ok. I go on to say that I’m going to undercut the competition and try to offer the same kinds of services for not quite so much. Her friend doesn’t realize that Millie is a heiffer and agrees with me that I had a good idea. We’re talking about my business goals but Millie will have none of it and declared the conversation boring. Ha! Who doesn’t hate being shown how they’ve been taken straight to the cleaners? Sucks to be her.

Then TheMan and I come home and I go to Millie’s site so I can get the link to her designer’s site. First, her site sucks donkey turds4. I looked at the source page and it was built with Microsoft FrontPage 2005 with all inline styles that are, get this, capitalized. Anyone who knows W3C standards knows that CSS is preferred and tags should be lowercase. Ahem. Anyway, with my browser, which is 1300+/- wide, her site floats to the left. The images are pixelated and there are typos.

Can I laugh again? Hahahaha!!!

So, I click on the link at the bottom of the page and get… a “This Domain for Sale”. No shit. Pffft.

$2000 for a site that is not standards compliant, was built in FrontPage and is just not attractive (seriously, no :hover affect? REALLY?) isn’t really something to laugh at. I applaud chick for getting money for that stuff. Here I am working hard to learn the code and to make it as compliant and semantic as I can and here I could’ve built that shit in Expression Web and been done with it. Another Pffft.

My friend told me not to take Millie’s insults personally, but I did. And so laughing at the result of that $2k makes me feel better. She didn’t even look at what I can do. Didn’t even give my skills a second thought. So, I’m going to build her a brand new site with beautiful graphics that will resize with different browsers. Then I’m going to show it to her. And then I’m going to tell her she can’t have it.

Because I really am that spiteful. ;P

TheMan’s dad says his VFW commander may need a site and is going to give him my name. He’s also going to let me build him a personal site so I can build my portfolio. That’s nice. I’m glad part of my inlaw family isn’t off the deep end. I told him he will be blessed with awesome Karma– but not until I actually get the work. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Oh, and I’m over my ill feelings toward Millie now. I feel better after a good rant.

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  2. Just under $1k) but thankfully George Soros/Rahm Emanuel finally sent out those refunds shill checks and I was able to swing it. I’m going to use the laptop primarily for work, though, so hopefully I’ll be able to write that off next year. ;)

    At any rate, I’ve finally joined the 21st century with this particular acquisition. My next planned big work purchase is Adobe Creative Suite 4 for students– at a big $349. Oh yeah. That’s way cheap. I’m saving up for that mother. When I start school again in the fall I should be able to buy one of the school’s old systems and stick that bad boy on that. Then I’ll be able to get rid of that old one finally. I’m thinking of giving the old one to my little sister as she’s taking Graphic Design in her high school and can’t afford a PS on her own. Considering the fact that her school sucks I’m going to teach her how to use it too. Then I might hire her ((That’s me wishing for lots of work and tons of money. []

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I’m Happy

I’ve got a confession to make. Sunday night (after work) I took time away from everything that I have to do to watch the Health Care vote. When it finally passed just after 11:30 (or sometime close to that) I actually cried.

I’m not easily brought to tears, but this debate has brought me there twice. The first time was when it was “decided” that this issue was dead because Scott Brown was elected. All the “smart” people were saying that it should be tabled and that the Democrats would have to try to take it up again later. I was heartbroken again. I’ve noted here on a few occasions why I wanted this bill to pass and when it really seemed that it was going nowhere I was lost.

Prior to Sunday I reserved emotions on this subject. I was not going to get my hopes up again. Then the final vote happened. I was sitting by myself in the living room– my Networking text book in front of me and my computer turned off– listening half-heartedly to C-Span. Then Nancy Pelosi pounded her gavel and declared the measure adopted.

Relief. Pride. A childish sense of victory.

I came into my office so I could log on to Twitter and poke at teabaggers– except my computer was turned off. So I didn’t do that. I just went back into the living room and sat down. Now what? What’s going to happen with this precious reconciliation bill that everyone just loves1.

Yesterday I took a few minutes to watch the President sign the bill into law. Again I didn’t mark the time on my Twitter feed. Maybe I should have, but I was too busy watching. The speeches don’t move me at this point, but dayum, the action of making this bill finally a law was just awesome. Beautiful.

I can’t explain to anyone what it feels like to be on the winning side this time. I’m so used to being a loser when it comes to politics2 and fully expected the Republicans to squash this thing like an ugly bug. But they failed and the teabagged failed and the cursed firebaggers failed. People like me, who will actually benefit from this bill and who see this as a foot in the door to nationalized medicine, won.

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