Essay's done, but I still didn't get the answer to my question

My essay that is due Monday is done. It's probably not the best piece of work I've ever produced, but I still hope it gets a decent grade.

Except for one small problem...

My English Comp class requires essays to have in-text citations and a "works cited" page. The works cited page was no problem. The problem lies in how to cite two articles with the same title (no author listed). I found nothing in my textbook and nothing on a website my professor gave us in class that addresses this. So, I sent her an email to ask.

She writes back that she didn't know the answer, but would look it up and get back to me. As of tonight, she hasn't. Our class is the third of three English Comp I classes she teaches, and she had a lot of previous essays to grade. I'll turn it in as is, and hope what I did to differentiate between the two articles is enough.

But I'd still like to know the correct way to do it, if there is one.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Best thing I've seen all day

When I was at WalMart (yes, I practically live there, just like the one in Edmond near Mom's house), I saw a man with this on the back of his shirt:

I WAS THERE
THE BIG SWING
DEC. 30, 2006 6AM
SADDAM HUSSEIN
1937-2006

I should have taken a picture of it, but I left my phone at home (of all the times to do that!).
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Better get busy and finish my essay. It ain't gonna write itself.

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Welcome to Hell, er, Tornado Alley... nice place if you don't mind the wind, the rain, and the wrath of God

Or, here we go again.

The sirens were going for the longest time. When it was thought it would head up into Midwest City from Norman, I actually packed up the laptop and hid in the bathroom.

And it rained like there was no tomorrow! I was waiting for the water to come up over the curbs. It hasn't so far.

I hope this is all of it for now. I have a paper due Monday and I can't go hiding in the bathroom every time I turn around. Though it would be an interesting story to say that I completed it in the middle of a tornado sitting in my bathtub wrapped in a blanket.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Waiting for the tornado that never came to wipe my house off the map, and Jeff's 21st

Larry and I have some of the strangest conversations on Yahoo! Mess-up-enger. Yesterday, we were talking about tornadoes after I told him I heard the tornado sirens going off.

So for what seemed like an hour, we reported (okay, to be fair, I reported... Larry just came back with one and two word answers) what we were seeing on TV, since the weather people were dominating the airwaves around here.

There was one up near Mom's house, maybe a little north of her. Then there was a ton of rain here, and the weather guys were saying that there were heavy thunderstorms near Rose State and the surrounding area (where I live), and that they were going to keep an eye on it. Nothing ever happened with that, it just rained a lot.

We're supposed to see more of the same today, but so far, it's been grey.

Tornadoes scare me. I've seen what they can do, and I have no wish to go thru that. But, I live in tornado alley, so at some point (waaaaay in the future, I hope), I'll probably go thru one.

Not looking forward to it, though.
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Today, 21 years ago, I gave birth to my second son at about 6:30 pm pacific time. That particular day happened to be Easter Sunday.

Fortunately, I will not be waiting up to see if Jeff comes home drunk. He's probably not going to go out (unless Daniel and Kathy have their way... don't ask!).

Happy birthday, Jeff. Love you-- Mom


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Jeff decided not to buy the Camaro

He says he chickened out, but then he told me that he didn't feel comfortable about making the purchase. He feels bad because the guy selling it had come all the way to Edmond from my neck of the woods only to find out that Jeff changed his mind.

After all, buying a car is a major purchase, even if the car is 16 years old. Maybe Jeff just wasn't ready to make that purchase after all. I told him that maybe he'd feel more comfortable in a smaller car, and to keep looking. The right car will come along.

Meanwhile, tomorrow is Jeff's 21st birthday. He has to work tomorrow, so we're not doing the birthday thing until next week sometime.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Jeff's buying a car!

It's a '91 Chevy Camaro (Chevys are our family's car maker of choice. I have the Beretta, and Daniel has the Cobalt. Jon has had 2 Caprices, but now has a Ford), white with red interior, with see thru t-tops. Jeff is paying the majority of the money for it, and Dean's helping out. Jeff is, understandably, excited beyond all belief.

Now he can drive himself to work! No more dragging his grandmother or his brother out of bed to get him to Johnnie's just down Danforth from the house.

I'll post pix when I get some.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I need to seriously take a nap...

at 5:30 in the afternoon, though?

I think I'm still trying to recover from the rude awakening from yesterday.
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Thank you. That means more to me than you'll know. Now, come say it to me in person.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Oh, now this is weird...

When I checked my stats this morning, someone had looked up "Femme Fontaine: Killer Babe for the CIA", a movie that was released in 1994 and has an actress in what was probably a very small part who has the same first and last name as me.

That isn't the weird thing, though.

I was talking with a friend yesterday, and I asked if he ever "Googled" himself. While I was awaiting his answer, I Googled myself, and came up with this movie listed in imdb.com (I already knew about it, btw). I was going to tell him about it, but the subject changed and I never got a chance to.

Are there forces out there that are reading my mind? Wait, I don't think I really want to know that!




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Well, I'm awake now... may as well stay up

The surest way to tick me off is the knock on my front door, waking me from a dead sleep at 6:15am, then when I answer the door (after having decided against calling 911 because I'm certainly not expecting anyone), say something like, oh sorry, wrong apartment.

I keep a crowbar next to my door, so I was opening the door with one hand, and had the crowbar behind my back with the other, and there was no one there. Then I hear a woman call out a half hearted apology from a car parked right at my door practically and their headlights beaming down on my still half asleep and scared witless personage.

And well, forget going back to bed. It's almost time for my alarm to go off. Oh, there it goes now.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Now that I've survived spring break, it's back to the academic grind

And found out that my version of Word (2007, that came with my computer) is not compatible with the computers at school. When I tried to print my extra credit essay this morning, I got gibberish instead of words! So I couldn't turn it in this morning.

However, my English professor is allowing me to turn it in late when I explained to her what had happened. I hope I can still get the extra credit points for it.

Now I have to work on the biography essay. The rough draft is due Wednesday, and the final draft is due Friday.

Friday is Jeff's 21st birthday. At least I will not be staying up all night to see if he comes home sober. Jeff has no real interest in drinking. He's gotten all the good things from his dad. Jeff is the man I wish Jon had been. Sadly, Jon will never be able to hold a candle to his any of his sons.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Sing to the tune of "If You're Happy and You Know It"...

There's a hornet in my car, get it out!
There's a hornet in my car, get it out!
There's a hornet in my car, you know I ain't going far
When there's a hornet in my car
GET! IT! OUT!

I hate when flying stinging insects hitch a ride in my car. I am deathly afraid of those damn things. So, somewhere between IHOP and CVS, this little annoyance got in and couldn't find its way out. I heard it buzzing, and it took me back to a time in my past, when all of my boys were young, when one got into this decrepid station wagon Jon had bought (we called it the "John Deere" because it drove like one of those tractors going down the city streets in Virginia). There was a hole in the tailgate where a rear window wiper had been, and the kids and I were freaking out.

Back in the present, I opened both windows (Berettas were two door cars. Four door version was the Corsica), hoping the little bugger would find its own way out. After about ten minutes or so, it finally got a clue that there was a way out and left (at least I hope it did). I drove home, relieved that my little stowaway was gone off to polinate flowers somewhere far away from me.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

2007 Atlantic Hurricane Names

It's that time of year again... hurricane season. Here's a list of the names of this year's Atlantic storms:

Andrea
Barry
Chantal
Dean
Erin
Felix
Gabrielle
Humberto
Ingrid
Jerry
Karen
Lorenzo
Melissa
Noel
Olga
Pablo
Rebekah
Sebastien
Tanya
Van
Wendy


I don't want to hear any of these names associated with massive loss of life and destruction. There will be no more storms named Andrew, Rita, Katrina, Dennis, Hugo... they've all been retired.

Who thinks of these names anyway?


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The lovely view outside my window at 1:25am

Light traffic on I-40
The neighbors playing music just loud enough for me to still hear
My car is still in the parking lot (I didn't go anywhere yesterday)
Someone's out walking their dog

Things I have to do today--
Take the movies back to Blockbuster
Laundry
Vacuuming
and fun stuff like that.

Today is my ex landlord Paul's 60th birthday. I think I sent him an e-card.

I need to go to bed and dream about Hurricane Katrina again. I watched the rest of When the Levees Broke. Now I have to finish the paper I'm doing for extra credit. It's due Monday.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Stef's Horrorscope: the Twice in One Week Edition

Stephanie's Daily Aquarius Forecast


Overview: You're ready to raise the stakes when it comes to a high-risk game involving your emotions. Hmm. The stars say to sit this hand out. Play it safe until you're absolutely positive you want to risk it all.


Stef here-- that's just it. If I wait until I'm absolutely sure, the opportunity will pass me by. The question is: should I let the opportunity pass, and hope for another chance, or carpe diem?

U forgot me, didn't ya? It's okay. Hope you got all the work on the farm done.

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

Daniel and the amazing earwax cure, and fine tuning my resume

Guess someone got to do all those things they wanted to accomplish this week.
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Daniel shows up at my apartment on Wednesday afternoon. He was in the area because he'd just been to Dean's office in Midwest City.

Daniel woke up that morning not being able to hear out of his left ear. He didn't want to call anyone at first because he thought he could take care of it. Finally, his grandmother prevailed on him to call Tori, which he did, and explained his problem. Tori said she'd call Dean to see what he suggested Daniel do. Tori called back later and told Daniel to go to Dean's office, as an appointment had been made for him to clear out his ear.

Turns out that Daniel had a huge ball of wax blocking off his ear canal. Dean tried to remove it, but it was not going anywhere. While Dean tried to get at the wax, he noticed that Daniel's ear was slighly infected.

The remedy for this problem was to use ear drops, take ibuprofin, and put a couple of drops of Dawn dish washing soap in his ear and let it sit for a minute, then rinse it out with warm water. In about 5 days all of that nastiness should drain out.

Dawn dishwashing soap? For earwax build up? Um, okay... whatever.
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Later, Daniel brought me to Mom's house, but we had to go to Home Depot first because Daniel agreed to fix a hole in the wall in the upstairs room that used to be my bedroom. I stayed in the car, and my phone rang.

Some guy asked for "Dan" (which is what all of Daniel's friends call him), and I told him that Dan wasn't available. The guy wanted Daniel call him back, saying that he lived next door. I thought nothing of it, because I don't know any of Mom's neighbors (people move in and out of her neighborhood all the time), but Daniel probably did.

Then I thought, why is Daniel giving out my cell number to people? I thought he didn't know that number.

When Daniel came back to the car, I told him about the call, and Daniel looked a little puzzled. I asked why he was giving out my cell number to people. He said he didn't, because he didn't know it.

He called the guy back, and it turns out that the Dan they were looking for was not my son. Someone named Dan had my cell number before I did.

Daniel took me to Mom's and he went to God only knows where.
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Yesterday, I went to the mandatory job search seminar at Francis Tuttle's Rockwell campus. I had to attend in order to continue to receive unemployment. It was scheduled to be 7 hours long, but the gal who led the seminar was so good, and so thorough with the information, that we got out about 45 minutes early.

I'm glad I went. I learned a lot. And, I learned that my resume needed to be updated, because of my age mostly. So I'll be working on a new resume, and maybe then I'll finally get a job.

I hate being on unemployment. I don't know how Jon did it for years on end the way he's wont to do. I'd rather work, thanks.

Anyone in the OKC Metro looking for someone who can talk a blue streak, relate to the public, and will show up to work on time everyday? Because of school, it'll have to be part time for now. But even part time I'll be making more than I get in a month of unemployment.




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

When the Levees Broke: Acts I & II

I watched the first of two dvds last night when I spent the night at Mom's house.

Several New Orleanians were interviewed during the course of the film, interspersed with file news footage of the Katrina coverage on various news outlets in the days leading up to the storm hitting the Gulf Coast. Then, as the storm hit the city, and the devastating aftermath of confusion, finger pointing, cries for help, the slow federal response (Condi buying shoes and taking in a Broadway show while all this is going on-- unacceptable!!!), who knew what, who had what authority over whom, and on and on and on...

Every time Bush came on the screen, and said something stupid ("Brownie, you're doing a heck of a job", when "Brownie" hadn't done a damn thing yet but show up), I wanted to throw up.

Act 2 ended with a montage of dead, bloated, and abandoned bodies. Men. Women. Children. Forgotten as they lay or float where they died. And I sat there on the couch in my mother's living room, in the friggin U.S. of A., still not believing that this happened here.

I still have to watch acts 3 and 4. The dvds are due back at Blockbuster on Saturday. The paper's due Monday.

This is not an easy film to watch, because if you have any humanity in you at all, it will piss you off. It will make you cry. It will make your heart ache.

See it anyway. If you saw it on HBO, see it again. Talk about it. Share it with people.

This is why I chose this movie over a theatrical film of a real event. These people lived it, experienced it, and deal with it even to this day. It will take years for New Orleans and the Gulf Coast to come back to their pre-Katrina state, but it can be done.





That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Don't bother to fix your hair, because once you step outside, it won't matter anyhow

And I didn't. The forecast called for rain. Looks like we aren't going to get any. Wind, we have in spades.


I went out and ran errands this morning, and stopped off at Mickey D's for a quick bite. After what seemed like the entire population of Tinker Air Force Base came in for lunch, I noticed this girl, maybe 11-12 years old wearing a shirt that said "Carl Albert Titans, Classs of 2013" with some signatures and graphics.


Now if I did my math right, the members of the class of 2013 are currently in the sixth grade! What's the big bleepin' hurry here? Marc is in the class of 2012, but c'mon, he's in seventh grade. It's not like he's going to high school next year...


I still have to contend with the class of 2009 (Scott's class).


There was this demented hornet (not a basketball player. That would be, of course, a Hornet)flying around outisde my apartment window. He's hit the window three times now. Maybe he thinks that my webcam is something to polinate. After all, today IS the first full day of Spring.


Personally, the webcam looks like a big eyeball.









But hell, it was free, so I shouldn't complain.







That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Stef's Horrorscope: first full day of Spring edition

Stephanie's Daily Aquarius Forecast

Quickie: Today, the simpler, the better -- complexity will only cause you stress.

Overview: Honesty and fidelity are important to you. It's useless (and silly) to pretend otherwise. Yes, you do have high standards. Just because others have different thresholds of tolerance doesn't mean you should change yours.

Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
There is a curious dynamic at work today -- it seems that the simplest solution is the best solution in every single situation. Go ahead and save your complicated plans and intricate ideas for another day, because they won't be very useful right now. The more complex things get today, the more stress you'll feel. So keep it simple, silly -- there's no need to get all worked up about anything now




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Too much spring break... and it's only Tuesday!

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

It's so new, no one knows what to do with it yet

I just set up my high speed internet service thru the local cable company. So far, so good.

However, my laptop has the new (since January 30) Windows Vista OS, and it seems that preparations for this are a bit lacking. No one knows what to do with it yet!

In my self installation kit from Cox, it gives directions on how to set up your Cox email accounts. Those instructions only work with XP and earlier versions, such as Win 95/98/2000,etc. The Vista instructions are on Cox's website. No one told me that.

I haven't been given the opportunity to set up my Cox email addy, but I need it to set up the account in Vista.

Grrrrr!

Maybe I should have stuck with the wireless connection. But it's not mine, so I feel guilty for "borrowing" it.

My tech ignorance is showing. Where's a tech savvy 12 year old when you need one? Huh?


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Did you go outside today? It's a beautiful day

I just heard on the news that it's supposed to rain all next week.

Great. A soggy spring break.

Maybe someone will remember to come into the city and hang out with me.
(Who am i kidding, they probably forgot all about it as soon as they closed out the IM window).

But a grrl can dream, right?



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

This is the way we wash our clothes...

but I don't like using the laundry facilities at my apartment building. Usually, I'm the only one there.

Until now, I've done laundry when I go to Mom's house, or I go and be the only one at the provided facility at my complex.

There's a laundromat up on SE15th just past Sunnylane. I think I'll go there if they are open on Sundays.

Laundry is one of my least favorite chores. I wish I had someone to hang out with while I do it.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

If I'd known I'd be driving all over the damned Metro for this movie...

I'd have bought the damn thing at the first place I went to.

Or... "In Search of When the Levees Broke: A Requiem in Four Acts"

Yesterday, I called about three Blockbusters stores looking for this movie. I'm doing an extra credit paper in my English Comp class, and watching this movie during spring break is what I'm writing it on.

At the fourth store, in Del City, I found, I thought.

When I get there, turns out that they only had it for sale. I didn't want to buy it, just rent it. I asked them if they could call one of their nearby locations to see if they had it for rent.

The Blockbuster guy called a couple of places, and found it at a store in Oklahoma City. They agreed to hold a copy for me.

This place was just about 4 miles down SE 44th from where I was, so I drove over there. Babydoll behaved herself, and we got there and home okay.

So now I have until next Saturday to watch the movie... all four hours of it! It was a documentary on HBO last summer, and was surprised it was even on DVD.

I think I'll watch it Monday afternoon. I'll let you know how it was. After all, it's about the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. It's not going to be easy to watch. I wonder if this is going to be the video version of a book I've never been able to finish because I get so pissed off at the government's malaise about taking care of a "problem". Same thing with Hurricane Katrina. It took so much time for the federal government to respond, as if the Gulf Coast was unimportant.

I better stop. The subject of Hurricane Katrina and that moron living at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue still makes me mad.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

One. Word.

You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.

Not as easy as you might think.

1. Where is your cell phone?
pocket

2. Your (ex) boyfriends/girlfriends?
cheater

3. Your hair?
Short

4. your mother?
Living

5. Your father?
Deceased

6. Your favorite thing?
Bengal

7. Your dream last night?
Weird

8. Your favorite drink?
Pepsi

9. Your dream car?
Mustang

10. The room you're in?
kitchen

11. Your sister(s)? younger


12. Your fear?
Dying

13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
retired

14. Who did you hang out with last night?
me

15. What you're not good at?
Math

16. What do you hate?
calamari

17. One of your wish list items?
Job

18. Where you grew up?
California

19. The last thing you did?
Drove

20. What are you wearing?
Green

21. What aren't you wearing?
Shoes

22. Your pet(s)?
Dead

23. Your computer?
Laptop

24. Your life?
interesting

25. Your mood?
Bored

26. Missing?
Dad

27. What are you thinking about right now?
Babydoll

28. Your car or your parents car?
mine

29. Your work?
Work?

30. Your summer?
Hot

31. Your relationship status?
single

32. Your favorite color?
Orange

Last time you laughed?
yesterday

34. Last time you cried?
Monday

35. School?
Again

REPOST AS " 1 WORD QUIZ" AND YOU WILL (deleted because it was just too fucking stupid) FIND A REAL, LIVE LEPRECHAUN!
right!

(anyone care to take a crack at this, be my guest)


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Imagine me saying this with a (bad) Irish accent

Aye, faith and begorrah! Happy St. Paddy's Day! Will it be some green beer you'll be havin'?

Everybody's Irish on St. Patrick's Day. I think I'll go up to my mom's for corned beef tonight. Maybe. Let's see what else happens today.

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I'm such a ditz sometimes...

I'm at WalMart shopping, and I went out to the car when I'm done. I go into the wrong row, and think I see my car.

I walk up to it and see that there's something wrong with the back bumper. I'm thinking what the hell happened to my car? As I'm looking at it, I see a Kelsey Briggs sticker on the back window. It's in the wrong place, I think, then I realize that the car I'm at isn't my car! It's another Beretta that is almost the same color as mine, probably the same year (89), and the license plate has the same letters on it, but not the same numbers.

The Kelsey sticker on the car I went to is high up on the back window. My Kelsey sticker is in the lower right corner on my back window.

My car is two rows over in the same position. Duh! And, despite the paint peeling off on just the left side, my car looks better.

The other one probably drives better, though.



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Family says Boston singer's death was suicide

He seemingly had everything to live for, but notes found in the home of Boston lead singer Brad Delp indicated that he had taken his own life.

That doesn't make his passing any less tragic. God only knows what was going on in Brad's mind at the time he decided that the only solution was killing himself.

Read the article here.

I hope Brad has found peace.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

A whole week with (almost) nothing to do

Yeah, right! Even though there's no school next week, I still have stuff to do. For example...

*Watch a movie for my English Comp class and write a report (it's extra credit, but a little padding on the grade always helps).

*Keep up the search for meaningful gainful employment.

*Attend a job search workshop on Thursday the 22nd.

So I won't be loafing during spring break. Not by a long shot!

No partying for me (not that I party that much. Hell, I don't even drink!).



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Whew! Glad that's over!

My only midterm this semester, in US history, is history. I think I did pretty well.

It was an essay test. I used to like essay tests in high school (back in the 80's), because I thought I could bullshit my way thru it. This one wasn't the case. I studied my fat Italian ass off for this.

Armed with knowledge and still slightly fuzzy due to the NyQuil I took last night, I think I'll get a decent grade. I have a B in the class now.
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I feel tons better today. DayQuil has an expectorant, so all that icky stuff clogging up my sinuses is coming out. It's such an unpleasant business, though. I'd rather deal with that than end up in the hospital with pneumonia or something. I don't want a repeat of the winter of 1990, where I ended up with "walking pneumonia" so bad that if I had not gone to the doctor when I did (on my 26th birthday), the doctor was going to put me in the hospital. Instead, he gave me the most powerful medicine I'd ever taken to that point. I don't remember what it was, but it cleared things right up! I do remember sleeping a lot.
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I almost bought a laptop yesterday. I wanted to use part of my financial aid money for just that purpose. I found a couple that I think might work for me, as I'm just using it for school right now. But I want to look a little more, to make sure I'm getting as much bang for my buck as I can afford.
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Did you know today is "pi day"? I didn't either. They call it that because when you write out the date numerically, i.e. 3/14, it looks like the first digits of pi (3.14).

But hell, tomorrow is the Ides of March... beware! LOL
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thanx for peeking. leave a comment if you wish. talk soon?


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I got the best sleep last night...

I was drugged out on NyQuil, but I slept well. I wish this cold would just run its course and leave me alone. I hate feeling like crap because of it.

But man, did I have some weird dreams!

Conventional wisdom dictates that I should have stayed home today. But I have too much to do to do that.
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The car's running really well lately. I haven't really done anything to it to fix it up beyond what has already been done. I wonder if that's a bad sign.

She can't break down until next week. I absolutely forbid it!
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Happy Birthday. You know who you are. Hope your day is grand!



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Well, it IS true

I'm a pear. In Italian and Spanish, it's "pera".

My family is Italian, and that's my last name.

It's always fascinated me about the origins of people's names. I have a friend who has a French surname that means "dear friend". That's not what he said it meant, but I took enough French in high school to figure it out.

My aunt (my dad's sister, who is 88 years old) has a coat of arms for our family name that she got years and years ago. She had it the last time I visited her home in San Francisco in the mid 1980's (I think Daniel was 6 months old at the time).

I fought hard to have my name restored to me when Jon and I divorced. If I ever get married again, I'm not changing it. I might hyphenate it with the last name of the guy I get hitched to, but I won't change it, so it will be Pera-(fill in the blank).

I won't make it my middle name, like my sister did. I have kinda grown fond of my middle name, thanks, after 43 years.

Maybe I'll just live in sin with some guy... naaah... that would put my mother into orbit. She wasn't exactly thrilled when Saon and I lived together for all of 4 months five years ago.

I was going to expound on that previous paragraph (the "living in sin" part), but I think I'll save it for another post.

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I'm in shock!

"We've just lost the nicest guy in rock and roll"

Brad Delp, the lead singer of the band Boston, was found dead in his home in New Hampshire on Friday. There was no immediate cause of death, and police have ruled out foul play. He was 55 years old.

Could this man sing! Oh my God, I think it was because of his voice that I got turned on to Boston to begin with. They were the first band that I really fell in love with as a young teenager.

Rest in peace, Brad. Guess heaven needed another singer in the choir.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

The essay that was kicking my butt is now in the capable hands of my professor

Hopefully, I didn't screw it up too badly.

No homework this weekend, but I do have a midterm in US History that I need to study for. It's worth 100 points! How come I have this feeling the whole test will be over World War I?

Better bone up on some names, dates, and other fun stuff. It's all essay questions. Fun.

I need to find a portable DVD player somewhere. I have a movie to watch during Spring Break. I found one at CVS in Edmond for about $40. I wonder if it's a good one or a piece of crap.

And maybe I'll check out the car show this weekend, if my 23 year old son remembers to pick me up!




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Live from Allergy Central...

It's me! Suffering from either a really wicked cold, or the tree pollen has really gotten to me this year. There are a lot of trees on campus...

In short, I feel as though I have been hit by a semi (anyone get that tag number?).

I made it to Friday, and short of any homework, I may just sleep all weekend. I feel just bleh... then again, there is feed a cold, starve a fever...

Or is that the other way round?

Hopefully next week, I'll feel better. I have a midterm in US History to take and I can't be all fuzzy headed.


Wait til Tuesday, cowboy...


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Got Tylenol?

I have a killer headache and I have to go to class now.

Help?


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Okay, so I've been running around today and...

all in all, it wasn't worth missing class for.

First up, this mandatory meeting I attended to continue to receive unemployment. The job search thing isn't going as well as I'd like, but I'm still plugging away at it.

Then, I got to see the dentist, and she wanted $100 to pull a tooth! Doc, how 'bout I keep the tooth and you do something to make the pain go away, like last time. She said it wasn't a lost filling, but some kind of misalignment.

So, more money than I wanted to part with later, I have this special toothpaste like concoction that lessens the pain, a new toothbrush, and a follow up appointment the Tuesday of Spring Break, because as I told the receptionist, I didn't want to have to miss any more school for this dumb tooth!

Then, I finally got my hair cut. See? (updated 3.9.07 @13:49)








And I still have homework to do.

Oh. Joy.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Back to the essay that is kicking my butt...

Second draft is due Wednesday. Oh. Joy.

I did find out today that I have an A in the class so far. Go me!!! Woot! LOL

US History-- we had a test. I think I missed two questions. Just drew a blank on a couple of names. I hate when I do that. I'll find out how I did on Wednesday.

My editing project is DONE! Yay! Not due til Wednesday. So I am ahead of the game.

The enchiladas I made Saturday were good. I still have some, because there is no way I can eat 13 of them in one day. Some are in the fridge, and a couple of servings are in the freezer.

I might make chili later in the week.

Yes, cowboy, I can cook. You oughta come and check out Chez Stef sometime.

Check out the food, not the chef... unless you want to check out the chef, of course!




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

My Horrorscope for Sunday 3/4/07

Stephanie's Daily Aquarius Forecast

Quickie: Challenge your intellect -- for instance, a weighty book or a professional seminar.

Overview: You know what you like and what you don't like. Pretending otherwise will only get you in lots of (easily avoidable) trouble when it comes to life, the universe and everything. Meek and mild really doesn't suit you!

Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
It has been a long while since you've pursued something purely for its intellectual rewards, and you might want to address that today. There is nothing wrong with indulging your hedonistic, sensualist side -- in fact, your recent indulgences have all been very good for you. But right now it would be wise to swing the pendulum back the other way. Pick up a challenging nonfiction book, look into a professional seminar or even just watch some educational television



Stef here: I AM doing that... I'm going to school! LOL

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

This essay is kicking my ass...

It's not the subject or the writing of it that's giving me fits; it's the footnotes and parentheticals that is driving me up the proverbial wall.

When I write, usually I have a pretty good idea of what I'm writing, that it's all coming out of my imagination or my experience. I haven't written a true essay since high school, and I sure as hell don't remember having to do MLA styling. Footnotes, yes. That's a piece of cake once I remember it, but to cite a source in the body of the essay is something I don't recall ever having to do before.

I've become rather intimate with my text book, The College Writer, and as sure as I sit here, I'll know MLA styling backward, forwards, and as well as I know the various adventures of Dirk Pitt.

(Okay, to be fair, I've had nearly three decades reading Clive Cussler's Dirk Pitt novels. I don't have that long to become one with MLA.)

I have the first draft written, but not yet typed. It will be typed by the time class starts tomorrow. I have a couple more things to do before then.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I was going to get my hair cut

...but I didn't want to wait an hour to have it done. So maybe I'll try again another time.

I think I'm ready for that US History test on Monday. Still working on the rough draft for my essay (on blogging, no less! LOL) that's due Monday as well.

I am so tired... I can't even spell today. At this point, I'll be sleeping during Spring break (starts on the next "B" week Friday, March 16th).

I'd love to know who "Unavailable" is... the mysterious entity that keeps calling me, lets the phone ring once, then hangs up before I have a chance to answer.

And today, I get this call from someone who is doing a survey about internet services. At first I had a hard time hearing the gal on the other end of the phone, but when she finally gets to her questions, the first one she asks is, "are you of Latina or Hispanic origin?" When I say no (because I'm Italian-American, thank you), she says that that are all the questions she has for me.

I thought so. My last name could be Hispanic, but in my case, it isn't. Sorry :P

It's always been this way. When I was growing up, we'd get telemarketing calls in Spanish, sample ballots for an upcoming election in Spanish... stuff like that.

When I lived in Lawrence, Massachusetts, which is probably 85-90% Hispanic, I'd get all kinds of stuff in my mailbox (not delivered by USPS) in Spanish. Ads, campaign stuff, missing pet posters, etc.

I speak very little Spanish, but I can usually figure out the written stuff. I remarked to someone at the time that if I had known I was going to live in Lawrence, maybe I would have paid more attention in my high school Spanish class.

Okay, okay... I'm babbling. Better wrap this up.



you never answered my question about the enchiladas



That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

This is frustrating

I'm having this nice conversation with Larry on the web version of Mess-up-enger, and it, well, messed up.

I got this page that said the web Messenger was unavailable.

I just checked again, and it's still unavailable.

Just for the record, I'm at the public library. I can't even get the web Messenger at the Rose State Library.

I need a computer of my own, so I don't have to do my homework and web surfing on someone else's schedule.

Maybe I'll use part of my financial aid for that. After all, it IS for school.

That's not a justification. It's a fact.

I think I'll go home and go back to bed. Grrrrrr!!!





That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

It's March already?!

Yep...

My rent and electric got paid today, I'm going grocery shopping later, and I have an essay to write for Monday.

Other than that, there's really nothing going on in my life that anyone would be interested in. The car is behaving herself, I have money saved, and I bought a baking pan last night, so sometime over the weekend, I think I'll make enchiladas.

I know, I know... not exactly mind gripping stuff here.

Ask me at the end of the month, and I'll have a different story. There are three birthdays jammed up there that I'll have to get prezzies for.

Oh, and that one that's in about a week and a half... I don't know if that person even wants to remember they have a birthday, though, much less presents.

I think birthdays are a big deal, I don't care how old you're going to be.



so, you up for 50 swats there, cowboy? i'll be gentle... i promise






That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--