SueWorks

iPod

I have one.  It's cute and little and purple.  My Mom loves me lots!  It has one song (my sister loves me too!)

I don't understand how it doesn't have an off button.  The directions are like 6 teeny pages with phrases on them.  I might be able to put a few more songs on it over weekend. 

It seems like it has weak external speakers, but the directions don't say anything.  I do have a video of a Dancing Mom!

Pkin says they are very water sensitive and that Apple spent it's research dollars not on fixing the water issue but on making a way to tell if the system got wet and therefore voided the warranty.  Uhm, makes one wonder!

PS:  Happy New Year!

Cartoon Drugs

It's like I'm in a cartoon.  The Aleve we have are blue gels.  Each is like a horse pill, and the blue does not exist in nature but only in the Avatar movie.

See?!?

 

Another 20 Minutes

It's that time again.  Ice time!  The ice pack seems too cold.  The freezer at work is extra cold; I guess to make up for the lack of cool in the refrigerator section of the machine.

Don't mind me, my back is just killing me.  

I see the chiropractor again today; I'm asking for at home stretching exercises.  I'm going to scream if I don't get any relief soon!

I Love LA, Take Deux

Last week I was driving near the Mid-Wilshire area of Los Angeles; I didn't go as far as Western so I can't really say I was in Mid-Wilshire.  I'm sure the area now has a distinct name, based upon the current resident demographic.  Anyway, there are very interesting things to see in this general area. 

First, Rampart is a very wide street that bears no resemblance to a place you would have built a rampart (a defensive wall.)  Next, there is a Korean Philadelphia Presbyterian Church sitting out on a street corner, off the major arterial in a high density residential area.  Lastly, though I'm sure there are many more interesting things to note, there is small branch library located at the edge of park.  It's made of brick in earthquake country and probably has the largest collection of Korean soap operas on DVD outside of Seoul.

Here is the library:

And the best picture of the church I could find: 

 

20 Minutes is a Freaking Long Time

It's not really that long but I have an ice pack on the small of my back.  It's over my clothes and I'm leaning in the chair to hold it in place.  I'm leaning ever so slightly but enough.

I have a hurting back.  The chiropractor thinks it's a pinched nerve, but it could be a strained muscle.  He's still figuring it out.  All I know is that it hurts and I'm walking like a very old lady.

I need to find the Alleve or Advil, apparently the Tylenol I've been taking (which hasn't done anything) does nothing for inflammation.

It's been 4 minutes.  It's going to be along day!

Early Riser

If Pkin were an early riser I could retire and we probably would continue to live in the style we've grown accustomed to, if the recession/depression ends that is.

Pkin likes to open his eyes no earlier than 7:30-8 AM.  He would prefer not to have clothes on before 9-9:30.  Today he has to be dressed and ready to greet at 8 AM, a painter is coming over so that we can still get house insurance (another post subject.)

Add to this early morning, we woke at 3:30ish and really didn't get back to sleep.  I'm pooped and will be very pooped at Noon.  We ate Cuban food for dinner, do you think that is the reason?

Work and Me

Last night I let work interfere with my home life and my diet.  I was short-tempered with Pkin and I ate 600 calories of chocolate because during the day I interacted with some people at work who were behaving more like witches with Bs than helpful supportive co-workers.

Sure, people will have bad days, some people seem to have more bad days than good ones, but I need to be the owner of my behaviors at all times.  I apologized to Pkin but there's not much apologizing I can do to my diet.  I could starve myself today which means I'd skip lunch, a morning fruit and two snacks to make up the 600 calories.  I'm hungry just thinking about it.  I could do an hour of Indian dancing like I saw on TV and then only skip 100 calories.  Or I could just live with the consequences and see what shows at weigh in next week.

I'm older and wiser, and that is the purpose of life, right?  To live and to experience, and to not make the same poor choices over again is called a good life. 

Hi Pkin, have a good day!

I Love LA

I always supposed Randy Newman was from New York.  Don't ask me why, it just seemed right.  If I was on Make Me a Millionaire, I would not be one.  Anyway, Randy who also "loves LA" was born in LA and raised here.  How interesting!?!

Among other things, this is why I love LA (taken my sister's co-worker):

 

Size 12 is Not Fat

In an ideal world I would have all my facts before I open my mouth or click my keyboard, but who lives in an ideal world.  I'm reading a book that is titled something like, Size 12 is Not Fat.  Pkin noticed the title, again.  He looked askance when I picked it up at the membership warehouse and now the book is home and I'm reading it, usually in bed. 

Last night, I shared a story about "fatness and men" with him:  When I was in college I had a roommate who was a size three, at that time I was a 9 (ages ago and for a short period of time.)  I hung something in the closet and commented about wow, she's a three and I'm a nine.  The soon-to-be ex-boyfriend added that I must be three times as large as she.  That was the beginning of the end with this guy and my time. 

After I shared what really was just an exchange, Pkin commented that he would be ecstatic with a nine.  I said something about, nine inches would be very nice. 

It isn't looking good for either Pkin or I and our "Nine's".

Friends has a scene where Ross and Rachel talk about size, and how it doesn't matter, and how that works both ways.  

Uhm, I wonder what Pkin will have to say as I continue to read the book and continue to lose weight.

He's lost weight as I have; I don't cook as much for him nor do I go out with him as often.  He's still bigger than his "special" clothes, you know, the ones he doesn't like wearing but I like seeing him in.  Men's Wearhouse sent a discount card in the mail; I offered to go shopping with him.  He was not amused.

What are the averages for US men and women?  Just curious.  I might see what Google can tell me.

The Good Opinion of Others

Someone I admire, respect and love (in a work kind of way that may evolve) deeply dislikes someone else.  I find myself unable to find any redeeming qualities in this said third person, let's call her "Sally."  Let's call my friend "Mary" just to make it easier.

Mary has to interact with Sally much more than I do, so she has many opportunities to observe Sally's behaviors.  I think I'm a large enough person develop my own opinions of people but I'm unsure how much I'm influenced by Mary and, then, should I just accept it.  I don't like Sally.  Sally is condescending, harsh and will step on your face with her stilettos if she has the chance.  Or will she?

We all accept the opinions of people we admire.  Often that admiration turns into respect which explains why a singer can become a political advocate and people follow.  Sure the singer has talent, but what in that talent makes him or her an expert in politics?  Nothing other than a platform and an audience.

So I don't respect Sally and don't admire her, and will keep an eye out for that stiletto.