you have got to be KIDDING...and universe says yay
Long and annoying MSNBC/Keith Olbermann video about Bush signing papers about never, ever, leaving Iraq.
Mal Reynolds once said, notably..."I'm confused, I'm angry, and I'm armed." Well, I'm not armed, but I am confused and angry by this. What the hell?
While on that site, btw, found this footage from St. Helens. Vernonia's been completely cut off. Here's some raw video images from the Tillamook flooding.
Perhaps the worst of it, barring the deaths and the cut-offs? For me, anyway. The sitka's going down. Oregon's oldest living thing, a 700-year-old sitka spruce, snapped off 75 feet from the base, due to high winds.
Last night, I got into a talk far too late into this morning with someone who's becoming a very dear friend, wherein many things were exchanged, many explanations given, and I nearly shook myself apart because of my stupid trust issues, trying to remain open and honest. I had this very strong feeling I needed to do this; but still, when I went to bed, I was still shaking, and doubts were overwhelming me.
A few minutes ago, I got off the phone with the girl. Her MRI's over, they're going to forward the results to both the team of doctors at the hospital and her normal doctors in general, and at some point today, she's being released.
Okay. Loki, I hear. Trust people more. You do not set me easy tasks, you firehaired bastard.
Then again, he never did. But anything worth doing is worth suffering for? And it definitely feels like this was a few steps forward onto....whatever fog-shrouded path we're walking.
We can't see where we're going or how we're getting there, but we're moving. It's something. It's terrifying just trusting blindly that the universe will see us through. But we're trying.
And in the meantime, she's coming home, new nausea meds in hand, new tests to be interpreted. OH, and with a new afghan, because someone from the American Legion dropped it and a gift basket--containing a deck of cards, and assorted toiletries--off with her this morning. Hee.
This is, none of it, a bad thing.
Mal Reynolds once said, notably..."I'm confused, I'm angry, and I'm armed." Well, I'm not armed, but I am confused and angry by this. What the hell?
While on that site, btw, found this footage from St. Helens. Vernonia's been completely cut off. Here's some raw video images from the Tillamook flooding.
Perhaps the worst of it, barring the deaths and the cut-offs? For me, anyway. The sitka's going down. Oregon's oldest living thing, a 700-year-old sitka spruce, snapped off 75 feet from the base, due to high winds.
Last night, I got into a talk far too late into this morning with someone who's becoming a very dear friend, wherein many things were exchanged, many explanations given, and I nearly shook myself apart because of my stupid trust issues, trying to remain open and honest. I had this very strong feeling I needed to do this; but still, when I went to bed, I was still shaking, and doubts were overwhelming me.
A few minutes ago, I got off the phone with the girl. Her MRI's over, they're going to forward the results to both the team of doctors at the hospital and her normal doctors in general, and at some point today, she's being released.
Okay. Loki, I hear. Trust people more. You do not set me easy tasks, you firehaired bastard.
Then again, he never did. But anything worth doing is worth suffering for? And it definitely feels like this was a few steps forward onto....whatever fog-shrouded path we're walking.
We can't see where we're going or how we're getting there, but we're moving. It's something. It's terrifying just trusting blindly that the universe will see us through. But we're trying.
And in the meantime, she's coming home, new nausea meds in hand, new tests to be interpreted. OH, and with a new afghan, because someone from the American Legion dropped it and a gift basket--containing a deck of cards, and assorted toiletries--off with her this morning. Hee.
This is, none of it, a bad thing.