geek_dragon

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I like to get icons from Nomnomicons.

http://jezebel.com/5445537/my-new-pink-button-restore-the-youthful-pink-color-back-to-your-labia

They make vaginal dye now.   Ew.

One cavity.  Nose frozen.  Hmm.

http://www.d-e-f-i-n-i-t-e-l-y.com/

I have been paying close attention when I spell that one...

ok ok I'm getting tired of snow.... it has to be above freezing for stuff to grow... the trees were just starting to unfurl their buds... now will those leaves die from cold????  the grass was finally GREEN.... and all is white again.....

Driving to Taylor to pick up the weekly samples from the gas plant.  It burst from the long golden grass of the field, left across the highway in front of me, onto the dirt field.  It's fur seemed to ripple in the breeze, and was complete camoflauge  for dead grass and brown dust.  It even seemed to gain speed once across the highway, clouds of dust rising with every footfall.

The coyotes up here are bigger and more gold coloured than the ones in van, but the light is more gold up here too.

Such focused wild movement.

I also see the occassional deer, like one yesterday in the ditch on the way to pick up the auditor from the airport.

I was going to put my summer tires on, using just the stuff in my emergency spare tire kit.  It was snowing, then it started hailing.  So I went inside.  It stopped, so I'm going to try again.  I'm scared.

Sexually, I identify as a straight female.  Gender... I just don't get.  Gender feels like something other people do to me, using it as a way to prejudge me, twist what I say, or justify miscomunication.  Gender is just a social construct that I feel like i want to shake off so I can be me.
I think gender hurts both genders... pressure on men to be tough, pressure on women to be selfless and serving, pressure on both to look, talk act in certain ways that may have a small root in natural differences, but for the most art are artificially amplified by culture.

I'm thinking of all my friends right now.  I want to keep up with you.  I'm having enough trouble with work, eating, sleeping and exercise. 
My head is spinning too much to even absorb anything deep from your journals.

I spent last night dyeing wool, this morning I carded it, and started working on a tea-towel for my mom.  I AM WEAVING ON A FUCKING FLOOR LOOM, BOO-YAH!  It's prewarped, a maze of white cotton, and foot pedals.  Basically I press a foot pedal, that raises 2 of the 4 bars, and I move a beam back and forth then shoot a boat shaped shuttle with cotton through the gap between the warp threads.

I'm just using the free stuff that is there.  I wanted to use pink b/c my mom loves pink, but the pink had some stains on it, so I went with the lemon yellow.  I might add some blue.  There is a lot of space between the threads but cotton shrinks, so hopefully my tea-towel won't be mesh.

Yeah leaning curve: car maintance, dyeing, spinning, weaving, carding, my job, the town, new climate, I'm constantly learning.  Even with my job, 4 months in, and there is so much to learn: who the clients are, how to do stuff, where to go for info.

lupabitch , I think this will interest you.

winterlion 's favourite cookook is extending the table.  I bought a copy off abebooks to help pare down my food budget.  the theory is simple, pick poorer countries, and use recipes from there.

so far, i haven't cooked a single thing, yet i have learned a lot from the book, i fell into it like a novel, reading it from beginning to end.  the message is gratitude and generosity.  this recipe book was compiled by mennonite missionaries, and is filled with stories.  food is so scarce, yet these people were so generous to the missionaries, even though the missionaries had much more than their hosts.  guests were always welcome. food was always shared.

I have been remembering food shared with friends, and feeling that those moments are part of the world's tradition of community.  I have been looking at my own plate with gratitude.  I feel a kinship to these far off places where hospitality is a spiritual, rather than an intellectual tradition.  it's not about rules set down by polite society, it's about the kinship of humanity.

So the weekend scared me.  But my coworker and her husband swear that the guys I live with are harmless and nice.

I warded my room.  I put up my altar, which has a rose quartz ball from kailee, a green calcite ball from winterlion, my travel altar, an led candle from kyle, dice and a silver ankh pendant from kahobi the shield bracelet from jeffrey, my jewelery, the gaurdian bobble head from kahobi, and two prints by nemo.

The prints by nemo represent where I am now.  The cross roads is about journeys, rebirth, becoming, sort of desicions, travel, and development all rolled into one.  I make choices in hopes of aligning up with my vision of who I want to be, and how I want o interact with the world.

The hand of fatima is a ward in it's own right.  It deflects bad stuffand protects.

I added my bills to e-post.  I ordered a new phone to use up my fido dollars.  I'm now ready to switch to rogers.

My fridge has food.  I'm wrapped in warm lusious wine coloured fleece.

Life is good.

lulz

i uploaded my pics to photobucket but got distracted by looking at http://failblog.org/page/14/ the fail blog.  i didn't watch the videos, just the looked at the pics. gotta hit the hay.

Since my opinion of Matthew fell greatly, I gave the movie I bought for him to his mom to give to the sally ann.  Put that in your pipe and smoke it.  I'm missing you all today.  Good town here, but good friends are worth poverty and hell to be near.

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I'm changing my default to Baby Heinz.  I'll miss him the most because he is growing so fast.  He just had a growth spurt.  So his neck is 2-3 times longer than when I got him, he is twice as thick, his head is a bit bigger, he's eating mice three times the size of what I started him on, and he is just overall bigger.  He is really healthy with vibrant silky soft scales that GLEAM.   He's very calming, and somewhat snuggly.  Sometimes I hold him to my cheek, like I used to with the hamsters.

Still, I am so lucky that I have kahobi to take care of him while I'm gone.  <3

A big, non-friend-locked thank you to bulrog for pointing out a perfect job opening at a company I really do want to work for, that I am perfectly qualified for.  Furthermore this company is in town, and thus does not require relocation.  I have applied!

Thankyous to lupabitch ,kahobi, winterlion and cloven_fruit for extra support.

Last Friday, when I was still miserable (it was a sucky week folks!) one of the few joys was cleaning the cage and feeding my snake.  I hand picked out the smallest fuzzies and the biggest pinkies from the local pet shop.  (I'll start ordering from the cheaper places soon, but I needed food NOW!)   They seriously had some hoppers mixed in with the fuzzies, so I almost rejected them again, but spotted a few of the smaller ones.

The fuzzy and the pinkie were almost the same size.  Small pinkies are the size of two peas, and larger pinkies are more like a 2cm length cut off a tire gauge.  The smallest fuzzies are like 3 cm of cheese string, while the hoppers were like an adult vole.

Baby Heinz was like stretch wrap, expanding to swallow the mice-lets.  They slowly squeezed down his neck, and this time, you could clearly see the bulge in his tummy. 

On being placed back, he tried to go in through the top hole in the coconut, got stuck 1/3 of the way in, and had to sheepishly wriggle out backwards.  I'm glad he didn't get stuck!

So that's my snake!  Growing slowly but surely!