Feb. 22nd, 2017 06:24 pm
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (Default)
I say it every time, but it's true every time: it's been AGES since I last posted.

So much has happened, though looking back at it, it seems like piddly stuff.

Also, I forgot how to code a cut, so I apologize in advance for the length.

Boychild: IS EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD. Seriously, where the eff does the time go?! He VOTED in November. (Not for the JOKE currently in office, TYVM. Kid is a hard-ass lefty. Why, yes - I AM proud of it.)

He also has been on meds since about September of 2015; he definitely hits the ADHD scale, though noticeably without the H. Doc's got him on 20 mgs of Adderall a day, with 5 mg supplements as needed after school for homework. It has definitely helped to start, though he may actually need to up it a little, as we are still having to drag him through getting homework turned in and remembering things.

Hubby: Had a vertical sleeve gastrectomy in March 2015. He's since lost about 200 lbs, can buy clothes at regular stores now, and no longer hits the diabetic scale. He was off all diabetic meds within a couple months of the surgery. He is basically the poster boy for "Doing This Right;" I've never seen a surgeon bounce on his toes with pleasure before.

He's hit a plateau now, and has fallen off the diet changes a little, but is getting back on track now with this unseasonably nice weather. It's been a total life change for him, and he's really happy about all of it.

Me & Food: As part of the process (and in the name of being supportive), I started watching my diet, too. I hated every effing second of it and it didn't matter that I continued to lose weight, it took all the effing joy out of food and I hated everyone and everything. We bond over food, come together as a society over food, and having to watch it carefully like that - and deny myself of everything I love because everything that tastes good to me is "bad" - is the absolute worst. And it was harder, too, because Hubby was having the easiest time of it, and couldn't understand how it could possibly be difficult. I stayed silent about a lot of my anger over it.

I had actually started losing weight the previous August (2014); suffice it to say I had a week where Imodium was not working, so I just had to suffer through it. I must have lost ten to fifteen pounds that week alone, and so I continued to lay off the soda so much and stopped eating the snack cakes and stuff entirely. So when hubby started his pre-op diet, I started actually using the My Fitness Pal app every day, and it mostly sucked. I was almost always hungry, meals generally did not last me till the next one. I had enough calories available to me that I could have snacks, but I really had to watch it. I'd switched to diet sodas, which sucks because they all taste terrible, but I want soda more than I want to avoid the taste, and regular soda has too many calories, so-.

Since then, I've lost a total of about 80 lbs, give or take 5, and gone down 6 pants sizes and 3 shirt sizes (depending on the brand). Other noticeable changes are that I can sit in a chair with arms and the arms no longer dig into my thighs, and all my rings are too big, as they keep sliding around my fingers willy-nilly.

I don't religiously record my calories each day, and I stopped denying myself of all the things I love, because I've always said that's no way to diet. I do try to be very reasonable about how much I eat, and I try to avoid too much bread, because it's a freaking killer (even though it's OMGSODELICIOUS). I may not be actively losing weight now, but I'm also not gaining it back, so I'm much happier. We try to walk more, too.

Work: Never dull. I've done so much since my last work-related post. We've lost two supervisors, a manager, another supervisor, and plenty of people have retired because they just couldn't deal with the stress anymore. Another one is leaving in the next 45 days or so. It's sad, but maybe it will help mgmt (wishful thinking, right?) to reorganize the way they want. Some things are better, others are as bad as usual. But hey, I've got 18 years under my belt now, and am currently only minorly stressed, so I'll stick with it.

Also, I now work from home full time. It's AWESOME. They provided us zero clients, two monitors, keyboard, mouse, all necessary wires, a really decent phone with a headset, and anything off our desks we needed; I came home with well over $1.5K worth of equipment. We have flex time on top of this, so as long as I get my 40 hours in M-F between 6A and 6P, I can do it almost any way I like. This, of course, means I roll out of bed around 5:45 in the morning, lurch into the bathroom, pull on pants and shirt, then stumble to my desk, turn on the computer, and clock in by 6:00 AM. It is the BEST THING EVER.

I might not have gone home full time, though, without my two best friends leaving. One (CK) quit September 2014...about 3 hours after I unwittingly provided the clinching argument for it. He is SO. MUCH. HAPPIER. now; it is amazing how relaxed he is now without this place eating holes in his stomach lining, among other things. We try to get out for lunch or dinner (and in one case, breakfast) every other month or so, and chat via FB messenger quite a bit - which is good, because it took me a long time to get used to not having him there at work.

And in November 2015, the other (MG) quit. Also a good thing, she was much happier at a new place - understandably, as my current coworkers, by and large, were absolute DICKS to her the entire time she was employed. An old supervisor (who, incidentally, was fired for having sex on her desk and bragging about it, and also for calling someone in mgmt a "bitch" in an email that replied to all instead of one person) had actually known MG, and told everybody so, and so most people assumed MG only got the job because she knew said supervisor...and everyone hated that supervisor, to be clear. It was awful. So MG finally left, but now I can't even see her like I used to because she moved out of state in December 2016. So sad.

Other Stuff: Dad had a heart attack Thanksgiving night, but is doing okay now; it wasn't massive, and the blockages, which range anywhere from 30-80%, are all down in the smaller vessels at the bottom of the heart, where they can't put stents anyway, so they're treating medically. He's doing taxes again for H&R Block, managing only one office this year instead of two. And thrilled as hell, because he and Mom turn 62 this year and are taking early Social Security, so he won't have to work at all next year.

Mom's doing well; good days and bad days with fibro and diabetes. She had a month-long bout with seizures in August 2013, but hasn't had any since then, and is now off the seizure med entirely. She's mostly back to baseline (by which I mean she feels as good as she did before the seizures, but has less of a filter). The seizures at the time seemed to have caused a metric shit-ton of brain damage, but she gained all of her faculties back for the most part.

One of my sisters is pregnant with her fourth child, another had her second a few years ago. Yet another is happily living with her boyfriend. And the other one is still living with our parents.

TV: Missing DWTS right about now, but loving BBT still, as well as Flash, Mom, Two Broke Girls, and Brooklyn 9-9. Also really enjoying The Grand Tour on Amazon. Have also finally started watching bits and pieces of HIMYM with Boychild. Pretty good.

Man, I forgot how time can fly when you're typing up a post like this!

I hope everything is well with all of you! ♥
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (WTF?)
I think most people are aware that I'm hugely liberal, though I don't go around talking about it a lot. But dude...Michele Bachmann just drives me insane.

From News Cut on MPR:

The shooting in Tucson earlier this month was blamed on political rhetoric long before there were sufficient facts to support the conclusion, a young man's death in central Minnesota last weekend was blamed on gay bullying before it was ruled the death was a suicide, and today MPR's Tom Scheck documents what most people probably already know -- if Michele Bachmann gets her facts right, she got lucky.

"We have checked her 13 times, and (found) seven of her claims to be false and six have been found to be ridiculously false," PolitiFact editor Bill Adair told Scheck.


The indictment is as much reflection on us as anyone else. "Respect for facts just doesn't mean a whole lot any more,"Norm Ornstein said. "You don't get punished. You don't get shamed if you say things that are patently false. Let's face it: for many, repeating them over and over again -- even after you've been told and it's been made clear that what you say is false -- just doesn't have any impact at all."

Why not? Is that an indictment of people who speak with only a casual relationship with facts, or people who are willing to believe them? In the case of Bachmann, as I've written before, the more her district knows about her, the more popular she becomes. But everyone with an agenda has contributed to the lack of respect for facts.

If Ornstein is correct that respect for facts doesn't matter anymore, the real question is: Why not?


The bit about being false and ridiculously false is also mentioned in another article on MPR.

And otherwise-perfectly-reasonable people BELIEVE this woman! I KNOW SOME OF THEM!! Just-. God, please help this country.

And please help Michele Bachmann to find employment that ISN'T public office.
psyche29: Marvin the Martian, arms crossed with text "very angry indeed" (very angry indeed)


Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] superbeffie for the alert.
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (marvin hmph)
Homeless Good Samaritan Left To Die

Do people DO this? Who and where are they?

Oh, my GOD.

Feb. 8th, 2010 07:32 pm
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (WTF?)
US Soldier Waterboards 4-Year-Old Daughter Because She Can't Recite the Alphabet

Why does this shock me? I know people are capable of this, but just-. My heart breaks for this little girl, for any child abused like this or in any other way.
psyche29: blue background, text "Shit! My pen is running out. Why does the world keep fucking me?!" (pen is running out)
1. A little late, but nonetheless: Welcome to the Presidency, Mr. President! I am looking forward to the next four years!!

2. She's been gone three full days. Sue told me on Friday that she's counting on me to keep the cash app area running smoothly. Me and Chuck. But mostly me, because I'm the one who keeps Chuck from exploding into a billion tiny pieces and quitting when he gets frustrated and upset.

2a. I dreamed Saturday night that Chuck announced he, too, was moving away and therefore leaving me. I was devastated, and I woke up crying. I was going to go in Monday and kick him while informing him, "You CAN'T leave. And stay out of my dreams!" But that might have been more than a little awkward, so I didn't.

3. Sue and I also chatted on Friday about how I don't really want to be a supervisor, but if change is indeed coming and they decide to open up lead worker positions, then I want one of THOSE. Especially as I've been doing the work of a lead for, oh, six years, now.

4. This morning, at nine o'clock, Sue told me she was going to email people to instruct them that ALL payment questions go to me now. Then failed to send ME the email so I could see what it actually said. I cleaned my box out twice this afternoon already. Boy, people don't give a girl a chance to collect herself, do they?

5. I also received an email from the downstairs supervisor. Lucky for me, I'm the only person on the whole entire floor he gets along with easily, so he called me late this afternoon and chatted with me a bit, explaining a few things and offering his help. Thank you, Lord, for small favors.

6. All that said - I REALLY don't want to be a supervisor unless they're offering me the pay raise of the century. In the last three days alone, I've been given about fifty new things to look after, with no relief of my original workload. So, supervisor duties without a raise. Uncool. But hey, at least I get to help head a meeting tomorrow where I get to tell sixteen people who get paid more than I do that they're all doing stuff wrong. Silver lining, right?

7. Dear IT and People Who Give Them Orders:

You know, some of us don't leave our desks at lunchtime because we prefer to keep to ourselves and read or go online or check email, etc. I don't fit in with any of the little cliques around here, nor do I pretend I do. I have a million things to do outside of work, and as I'm unpaid for that precious, pithy little half hour you give me, I think I ought to be able to surf the web while I eat - if I eat - if I so choose.

I still can, of course, but you're making it difficult when you block every fucking site I use. I understand blocking myspace (which I think is ridiculous anyway and I don't use) and I even understand blocking YouTube and Facebook. And while I understand why LiveJournal might be considered similar, I think it was a shit move and you can all just go to fucking hell.

Better yet, how about I leave? I'll plant cameras first, then gleefully watch from home the downfall of an entire hospital organization because you know what? I post the money this institution receives. And now that my boss is gone, I'm the only one who knows how to do all of it.

I hope you all drown in your own pools of diarrhea.

No love - not in any form,

8. Spaghetti dinner went just fine. It was tasty, people ate it, no one keeled over, and some people who knew how stuff in the kitchen worked came early and stayed late to help me. Bless them, Lord, for they know EXACTLY what they do and I am eternally grateful for it.

9. Haven't gone apartment hunting yet. I so need to get on that. Beth, how long was that special on at your new place? Do you know? We need to check them out.

10. Mikey had to "invent" something for an invention fair over Christmas break. He invented this little device you put right over your glasses, then move a little handle back and forth so it wipes your glasses like windshield wipers. (Yes, pictures will be forthcoming.) His teacher could NOT stop fawning over it. She said to Matt at the invention fair the fourth graders had that a lot of the kids had inventions that were really already invented, but Mikey's was so, so cool. I guess she's taken it to other classes, other teachers, she's had him demonstrate it for all his other classes he's in, she's taken it down to the office to show it off - she is SO. PROUD. of it and of him, and it's just really, really nice to see something so positive in the midst of almost constant "I-got-my-name-on-the-board-again." Just had to share.

11. A meme or two will follow this post - stay tuned. :)
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (worth fighting for)
And you know what? That alone gives me more hope than I've had throughout these last crazy months.

Is there anything this man - with his family, with his running mate, with his team, with his country - can't do?

I - we - go forth with hope.

Rise up, America; we've work to do.
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (worth fighting for)

Just thought I'd get that out of my system.

I got to the church (my polling place) at 6:50 this morning, ten minutes before the polls opened. The line at that time was about 200 people long - the room with the rows of chairs was full, the line was out the door, down the hallway, and had begun to go circular in the entryway when I arrived. I joined the line right at the end, which was in the middle of the circle. Yowsers. But it moved quickly enough, and I was only 15 minutes late for work. But on Election Days, that's allowed. XD.

When we got here at my work, this is what we saw:


While funny as hell, and sadly true, where do I find that kind of time for myself?! A lot of work went into that!
psyche29: A brown eye with rainbow eyeliner all around it (unless I'm wrong)
My grandfather sent me this email today - it's one of many that I receive every day, and while they never blatantly say "Republicans should Rule," they piss me off. This one sent me over the edge:

Click to make your blood boil. )

So I sent an email back to him:

My pissed-off response. )

It's funny - my grandfather and I get along just fine, and I love him insanely. But the filth he keeps spreading just drove me over the edge this time. Wonder how long till he forwards my response to my dad? XD.

EDIT: He emailed me back - and how completely typical a response: Obviously someone can't take a joke.

*LOL* I adore the fact that he didn't counter ANY of my points.

And then I had another email from him that said this: Quote for the day )

And I had to laugh out loud, because it was mostly true...and that was exactly what I did. *hehe*


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