I used to live here. Now I live here.

I used to live here.  Now I live here.
I used to live here..................................................................................................Now I live here.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

The true story of Daryl reading me the True Story of a Northern Girl in South Florida

The True Tale of a Northern Girl in South Florida:
Chapter 1
Once upon a time there was a magical land called Port.  It was a wonderful place of lush green forests, beautiful rivers, and magical mountains.  Most of the inhabitants were a pale and strange sort of folk who rode shared magical goats, followed silly laws made by the True Sters of Hip, and were sustained by magical elixir from the town of Stump that convinced them of the truth of their greatness. 
The True Sters were easy to spot for they sported drab, utilitarian garments and had the strangest of celebrations.  Every Stersday, the holiest day of the Sters, now known as every day, at brunchteen o’clock in the afternoon they would gather for their brunch feast that would last all day.  There they would eat the rarest magical foods found only in the local forests and mountains and play games of one-upmanship in which they competitively displayed their knowledge gathered only from New, Proper, and Rare mystics. 
In this silly land lived a beautiful girl named Erica and her faithful moon beast Zoe P Buttons.  Erica was a skilled apprentice knowledge weaver who toiled day and night in the Castle of Knowing high atop Pill Hill.  Zoe was skilled in the mystical art of licking and would lick day and night to help Erica weave.  How this helped is unknown even to this day, but it must have helped because they would weave beautiful tapestries and gowns of pure knowledge using all of the magical techniques taught to Erica by her kindly mentor Olegg the Jinn. 
One day she brought the Jinn a gown of the highest quality, one of which she was most proud. 
“Oh mighty Jinn, look at this gown of which I am most proud” said she.
The Jinn inspected the gown very carefully, and after conferring with many other learned and wise weavers said to her, “Erica, this gown is of such renown that you must don it and attend the Good Job now go do this Somewhere Else Ceremony of Doneness.”
“But what shall I do once it is done?” asked Erica “The True Sters of Hip brunch all Stersday and have no use for a knowledge weaver such as me.”
“Though you may not stay in the Castle of Knowing” replied the Jinn, “I will help you discover where your knowledge weaving skills are most needed.”  
And so Erica and Zoe went forth to spread their creations to faraway lands

Chapter 2
As Erica and Zoe searched for a place that would welcome their skills they were told of a place that was in desperate need of knowledge weavers, but no one in Port truly believed was real.  It was the mythical land of iMaim on the far side of the world.  It was rumored to be the opposite of Port in every way.  
This was a land that according to legend was controlled by shiny humanoid robots who lived in the mighty brick towers of Ell.  It was they who, according to legend, wore expensive shiny coats of ignorance and travelled recklessly about on the backs of subjugated Perobutlikes.  The Perobutlikes had a strange and misunderstood culture which was why the robots used them without a second thought. There were terrible tales of nocturnal creatures who lived on a shiny beach, breathed powdered snow, and wore no cloaks at all.  Lastly, though spoken of less than the others, was the Wood of Wyn wherein dwelt the False Sters of Hip of whom little was known.  
These tales scared Erica and she was reluctant to begin her journey.  She only knew of the brick towers of Ell, the shiny beach, and the rumored Wood of Wyn. 
She consulted with Zoe, “Oh Zoe, how will we do to find a safe and wonderful place to live in this terrible land?”
Zoe replied “Ding.”
“Ah,” said Erica, “ding is true! We must send word over Cupid’s vast and ok web of persons asking for where in iMaim is both safe and wonderful to be.”
It was this moment, though she did not realize it, which would change her life forever. 

Chapter 3
Hidden deep within iMaim was a very old and small village, one that was even older than iMaim itself. It was called Palmetto Grove and few outsiders had ever heard of it.  The village had many wonderful foodstuffs and libations from lands both near and far.  There were also magical creatures such as jummitz beasts, lizards, and colorful birds of all varieties.  Best of all, it was free of the terrible inhabitants of the rest of iMaim.  It was very hard for the shiny humanoids to bring their perobutlikes to this place, the village was too warm for the snow the nocturnal creatures breathed, and the False Sters of Hip rarely ventured far from the Wood of Wyn. 
In this tiny village lived Absurdo the Normal, a kind and knowledgeable individual who weaved undergarments of learning in the outpost of Learnish.  Absurdo possessed many of the positive traits Portlanders were known for and rode about his village on a jummitz beast named Potato.  They were accompanied by a giant cat named simply Giant Mr. Kitty.  
Late one night Absurdo was searching the vast and ok web of persons.  He saw Erica’s call for help and responded, “I do not know why you would leave such a magical land as Port, but whatever you do you must not attempt to live amongst the artificial humanoids who dwell in the brick towers of Ell because it is a terrible place.  You must also avoid the nocturnal people of the shiny beach, and the False Sters of Hip who dwell deep within the Wood of Wyn.” 
“I appreciate the helpful advice” replied Erica, “but where will I live if not those terrible places?”
“Palmetto Grove is a wonderful village” said Absurdo “and I know just the person to help you in your quest for lodging.  I will summon Vanna of the Grove to aid you.”
“Thankyou Absurdo, I will take you to lunch when I come to scout iMaim for lodging”

Chapter 4
When it came time for her to visit the village of Palmetto Grove she called Absurdo and they went out to lunch.  As they walked through the village and talked over lunch Absurdo thought perhaps this Portlander would be in need of magical elixir to keep her alive.  It just so happened that he knew one of the few places in all of iMaim to procure such a beverage and so they went to the Wood of Wyn to ask the magic coffee panther for its life brining elixir. 
While drinking the panther’s elixir they spoke of their lives, families, and many other topics of both great and minor importance. 
“I live a life and think thoughts of both great and minor importance” said Erica
“Ah, that is most amazing” replied Absurdo, “so too do I live and think of things in much the same manner! This is most fun! Perhaps you would care to join me and my friends for merriment and fun.”
“I too love both merriment and fun from time to time!” said Erica
And so they had both merriment and fun with his friends until late into the night. 
Unfortunately she returned to the land of Port and many weeks passed with little communication between them.

Chapter 5
While preparing for their journey Erica noticed that Zoe was behaving in an even more peculiar manner than usual.  Zoe was confused about something specific, rather than her standard generally confused state, mostly she wondered why all of her possessions were being packed up.  Wanting clarification she looked at Erica and asked “ding?”
“Zoe, did you ding?” replied Erica “in answer to your dingish query I must tell you that we are going to go on a journey of fantastic and epic proportion to the faraway land of iMaim!”
“Ding?” Zoe timidly asked
“Yes, we will head through the place of comings and goings and it will be most uncomfortable.  Don’t worry though, I will give you a magic pill that will make it much better” said Erica in an attempt to reassure Zoe.
“Ding” Zoe replied, somewhat reassured but still a bit apprehensive about the whole thing.
After their conversation Erica realized Zoe the moon beast would never be as good a traveler as she was a licker and they would need a comfortable way to get from the place of comings and goings to their new home in iMaim.  So she contacted Absurdo and once again asked for help. 
“I would be more than happy to oblige” said Absurdo in response to her query. 
And so it was that upon Erica and Zoe’s arrival Absurdo met them at the place of comings and goings and brought them to their new home.

Chapter 6
Time passed and much fun was had by all as Absurdo and Erica traipsed throughout iMaim.  They spent much time in Palmetto Grove seeing all sorts of wonderful lizards and colorful birds.  Erica was especially fond of the fred lizards and the almost as amazing notfred lizards.  They visited the many wonderful eateries located throughout the grove and enjoyed many flavors and ingredients from both near and far.  They saw many moving pictures in the magical moving picture house.  They had many merry beverages at the various merry beverage shops.  
He even took her to the court of King James to see the amazing feats performed by the flying men of iMaim.
Of all this Erica remarked “oh Absurdo, iMiam is not nearly as terrible as I thought it would be.”
“I knew this would be true as long as you did not live in the many unpleasant parts of iMaim of which you have yet to visit”  happily replied Absurdo.
Erica, upon hearing this had a feeling she could not shake and said rather hesitantly “though you have told me of these terrible places, we have yet to go and see the terrors they contain.  Could we see them once, maybe they aren’t quite as awful as you make them out to be?”
“Ok, though I am fairly certain though you will find some humor to be had, you will find these to be most unpleasant places.”
And so on the second Saturday of the month they set off to the wood of Wyn to see the False Sters of Hip celebrate their monthly Paint Stroll.  One might ask what Paint Stroll is, and Erica asked exactly that.  Absurdo, feeling somewhat uncertain of how to describe the ritual said this:
“Paint Stroll used to be a fun and joyous occasion during which a few artisans would open their shop doors and the now extinct NonSters of Hip would bring their merry beverages and stroll from painted wall to painted canvass enjoying life and color all the while.  Sadly, as time went on the False Sters of Hip descended upon the idyllic Wood of Wyn and caused a dire shift in the celebration.  Now it is a time during which the False Sters paint their faces to match the meaningless arm art of their tribes and don their most expensive cloaks of ignorance.  They strut stare at each other while they ignore the painted walls and canvasses they stroll past.”
“That sounds terrible!” exclaimed Erica.
Now armed with this knowledge Erica and Absurdo headed off on his jummitz beast to the evil Wood of Wyn.
Erica quickly became uncomfortable because of the crowds of ignorant False Sters and got annoyed by the Sters who stepped on her and gawked at her meaningful arm art but said no words to her afterwards.  After this terrible ordeal they were very careful to avoid the Wood of Wyn on the terrible night of Paint Stroll. 
They were also very careful to avoid the other most awful of places and creatures as much as is possible.  They observed the artificial humanoids that lurk and stalk about the depths of the brick towers of El and vowed never to return to such a terrible place.  As luck would have it they never encountered the nocturnal people of Shiny Beach who only come out very late at night and never leave the island preserve on which they live. 
But all the while, as wonderfully as things were going, Absurdo was scared.  He felt strongly about Erica but his past made him fearful that something as wonderful as this must surely end poorly.  So he decided to seek out the wise woman Mosby who according to legend traveled from east to west and knows many things.  It is said that she lived in a hidden bungalow in the center of the grove that was protected by the fabled Hairy Ted Beast.    

Chapter 7
Knowing that he must learn the wisest course of action he headed deep within the grove to find the hidden bungalow in which Mosby the wise woman lived.  Upon finding the bungalow, Absurdo, careful not to awaken the foul beast protecting the dwelling, knocked on the door and was greeted by Mosby the wise.  Absurdo told the wise woman all the events that had unfolded and asked for her advice. 
The wise woman told Absurdo “now that I know all the events that have unfolded I must advise you thusly.  If you feel as you do and it ends as it may, then you will know her never again.  However, if you should be friends with Erica you can know her for many moons to come.  I will strike a bargain with you that will ensure this will come to pass. La.”  
And so they strike a bargain by which if Absurdo fails to be only friends with Erica a great pain will come to him.  Try as he might, his feelings for her are so strong he knows breaking the bargain will be worth the great pain and he breaks his promise.  And a great pain came to him.

Chapter 8
As more time passes the two grow closer and their feelings grow stronger.  They have many more adventures all throughout iMaim.  There is nary a day in which the two are apart for a great ache comes upon their hearts if it is so. 
One day an idea is had by Erica who sad\id to Absurdo “though your home in the heart of Palmetto Grove is nice, why don’t you move in with me to the lofty home where I live.” 
At first Absurdo resisted saying “I have spent nigh under two years in my happy home and would like to spend all of two years here. We should wait until then so I can prove a point that is only apparent to me.” 
“Absurdo, this idea is most absurd and costly at that” replied Erica
And so Absurdo, seeing the absurdity and Zoeness of his ways, agreed. 

Chapter 9
Once Absurdo moved in with pretty girl things became even better than one could have imagined. 
They venture forth to hear the sounds of videogames burning, but escape unscathed!
“That was amazing and most reflecting!” exclaimed pretty girl.
“That was a thing” replied Absurdo unenthusiastically. 
They see Some Keys of Black “that was for suck” they both said.  However, shortly thereafter the Jack of White, who is all that is glorious, made them feel much better! 
They heard Trey Paige Mike and Fish sing many songs. “I’m surprised that was fun” said Erica.  
Another time, they are amazed by the beautiful Sebastian.  “Wow” they exclaimed “that was quite amazing!”
They go on adventures to faraway lands using the place of comings and goings.  They travel to the incredible and tropical island of Wonfree where life is wonderful and free.  There lived many sea turtles, reefs of coral, and a mountain of climbable glory.  There was but one mighty obstacle that must be overcame before they were able to depart, Erica had to give up her evil communication stones of obligation. 
“This will be amazing pretty girl, but you must not bring your communication stones” said Absurdo. 
“But I say bashoo to you” she protested.
“And bashoo I say to you” replied he and the matter was settled, no stones were brought and a mighty good time was had by both.
They went to the burghs of Pitts and Phillips where they experienced many nice things but despite the niceness of things, Absurdo was sad because the mighty King Henrik was defeated by the King of La. They even traveled to Long Island, which is so absurd there is no point to rename it, where they experienced the fun pretrothement gathering of Princess Rabbit of Long Island. 
On one adventure back to the frozen Burgh of Phillips, Absurdo, much to his amazement, even survived Christmas fully unharmed!

Chapter 10
Each time they returned from an adventure they came back to the lofty home where they lived. 
Though they were always happy to return, they had become increasingly annoyed by the true master of the house who lived far far away and did very unscrupulous things.   They knew one day they must leave and so, in keeping with many of his other ideas, Absurdo had an absurd idea. 
“Pretty girl” he said “wouldn’t it be nice to own our home, a place for the jummitz beast and moon beast to roam free and the walls and roof to be ours? A place not owned by the unscrupulous man.” 
“Yes” she replied “but that is absurd for we haven’t the money to buy one.”
As if by magic, his parents hear this and decide to help them!  And so began a most perilous of tasks, one that would be even more difficult and filled with peril than either of them could foresee.  

Chapter 11
They searched high and low throughout tropical grove in hopes of finding a modest, but wonderful, dwelling.  They looked in the dangerous forests of the western grove all the way to the far flung edges of the bird grove, but never did they find anything they could afford. 
One day, on a whim, they decided to look at a place in bird grove that seemed both modest and wonderful.  It was here that they encountered the righteous Lady Penman of Sotheby.  She said “the seemingly modest and wonderful dwelling is modest but is not so wonderful; however, I will aid you with your quest to find a dwelling that is both.”
“Oh thankyou righteous Lady Penman” they both exclaimed.
They continued to look, and fortunately their quest became easier now that they had Lady Penman’s help.  Quite some time later, after continuing to look high and low, and near and far, they stumbled upon a little house that sat upon a bluff made of silver.  The house was exactly what they were looking for.  However, dwelling within the home were the evil Witches of Grand Lesbia who were most deceitful. 
The witches fought and fought with Erica and Absurdo, but at each treacherous and deceitful turn Lady Penman was there.  Our heroes had to go far down dark wells to face the witches and their minions in the epic Battle of Wells Far during which the well dwellers and witches were defeated and the day was won by our intrepid heroes!”
“Yay” cheered Erica and Absurdo “though this battle was fraught with peril, with the help of Lady Penman the day is won and the home is ours!”
And so they celebrated with wonderful sparkly beverages and myriad berries.

Chapter 12
Several months went by and it was time for them attend the wedding of princess Rabbit and Sir Edward the Exceedingly Nice, of whom mention was made earlier in our story.
Erica and Absurdo journeyed far up north to Long Island and went to a magical castle by the sea where the wedding was to take place.  All of the families and peoples gathered, coming from iMaim, Proper Island, Long Island, and many other far off places.  Absurdo was made to wear garments of normal and be a normal part of the ceremony by standing in a normal manner and acting normal in front of all those who gathered for the celebration. 
As Absurdo stood in a normal manner near the bride and groom he felt content, for Princess Rabbit looked happier than he had ever seen her and he knew that Sir Edward was her perfect match.  He also felt a calm happy feeling wash over him as he looked out into the crowd and spotted Erica. 
After the wedding Absurdo and Erica returned to iMaim.   The calm happy feeling stayed with him and he knew it was time to hatch a most cunning and wonderful plan.

Chapter 13
Upon their return Absurdo concocted a plan that was most cunning, but it would take some time to put into action.  He would write an excellent story that he would read to Erica and it would end in a most wonderful manner.  And so, now, at the end of the story, which is this story if you haven’t figured that out, comes the cunning part of the plan.  And so Absurdo revealed the true purpose. 
“The true purpose of this story” said Absurdo “is to ask you to marry me and do absolutely none of the normal things we observed during the ceremony on Long Island.  So, will you marry me?”

Chapter 14

To be continued…

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

T-gives

Well, here we are, the eve of T-gives 2014. Lots of things have happened over the past year or so, and since most of this blog has been pretty sappy, why not add an ultra-sap-filled post for one of the sappiest holidays of them all?

For starters, I'm thankful. Like really, really thankful. Just in general and overall. The past year and a half have been the best I've seen in a while. I won't go into all of the sh*t that many of the last few years have brought with them; I want to keep this on the up and up and up. So, I'm going to review some of the things that I'm *REALLY* super-mega thankful for, and while I'm not going to harp on the negatives, I'd also like to take this opportunity to think-out-loud (and by out-loud I mean with typing <click, click, click>) about some things that are within my power to change that I'd like to work on, so that I can be even thankfuller next year.

Here goes (in no particular order):
1. THAT BOY (AKA: D, Daryl, Dude, Boyfriend)
I'm in love.  Like really in love.  I thought I was in love that one other time, but man, I was wrong. This guy "gets me". I get this guy. I feel like I'm my most self when I'm with him (note: this is NOT the same as best self). I don't wanna use the term soul-mates, because damn! that's some lame-ass sh*t, but he is the closest thing I've ever found. He makes me laugh out-loud about a billion times a day. He understands when I'm filled with grump-a-lumps that it isn't him, it's definitely me, and importantly he knows exactly what to do to be helpful. He is a real partner in my whole life. If something good happens, he is there and ready to celebrate (even little victories). If something bad happens, he is there and ready to console me (even the stupid little sh*t). He's a helper around the house and with the manimals. He's a work-buddy on the weekends. He's a workout buddy in the rare occasion that I actually want to go to the gym. He makes all activities better, even mundane things like going for groceries. It feels 100% equal and reciprocal and filled with all things that are good. I'm thankful for Daryl and for love and for Daryl's love and for snacks, which Daryl often makes for me!

2. MY FAM
My family has had some real issues in the past (again, not the time or place), but I love them. Each and every one of them. Mom would do ANYTHING for any of her kids (for better or worse). Jodi and I are closer than ever before, which is great because she also gets parts of me that no one else gets. Aaron and I are also getting closer. Avery is an absolute JOY, even when she is filled with cranky, she is hilarious. And of course, there is Gram, who is always Gram, and who is just about the definition of love. And for all of that, I'm thankful for...um...ancestry?

3. MY FRIENDS
I was really, really, really worried when I moved to Miami that I'd be friendless for a while. It is HARD to make friends as an adult. You don't have a "cohort". You don't all live in the same building. It is tough. But I have been lucky. I'm slowly building a local friend-base, and I really love them! I don't get to spend as much time with them as I'd like, but when we get together, it is fun-times ahoy. Then, there are those who I don't get to spend ANY time with... My friends who are far away. Fortunately, we live in the 90s, and there is modern technology that allows me to talk with these folks...sometimes. Our busy lives have kept us from being in as close of contact as I would like, but with many of these friends, I feel like we haven't missed a beat and that I know what's going on in most of your lives, thanks to the magic of the Internet. Thanks, Internet!
                                            
                                                ----WORKIN' ON IT BREAK-----
Even though I'm exceedingly thankful for my boy, my family, and my friends, I do worry sometimes that I let myself get in the way from being as close to the people in my life as I could be. Intimacy is HARD for me, especially emotional intimacy, and so, I'd like to work on that in the coming year. I'd like to work to be more emotionally open with D, my friends, and my family. 

4. MY HEALTH
I've been sick a lot in the past. It has never been anything serious, but I have definitely had my fair share of sinus infections, colds, bronchitis, and the like. I even got pneumonia in Florida. Who does that?! But, it turns out that this is almost assuredly due to horrible allergies that I just never knew I had! I'm on some pretty intense allergy medications now (and I'm getting allergy shots), and man, I haven't felt this good in years. I'm getting fewer "colds", and the ones I have gotten have been mild in comparison. And so, I'm thankful for immunotherapy!

5. MY WORK
I complain about work a lot. It can be stressful, but few things in live bring me as much joy and nothing gives me the feeling of accomplishment that comes with big and small victories at work. I've had a super-productive year and a half, but there is always room for more. I'm thankful for finding a career that I don't only love, but that I can't imagine not doing.

6. MY STUFF
This one feels weird, but I am, I'm thankful for my stuff. I've truly got everyTHING that I need. Momma Musser keeps asking me what I want for Christmas, but for once, there is nothing that I really need. My apartment, just fine. My car, totally decent. My other sh*t, good enough. There are so many folks in this world who don't even have enough to eat, let alone the amount of stuff that I have, and I'm thankful that my really basic (and not so basic) needs are being met.

                                                ----WORKIN' ON IT BREAK-----
Again, even though I'm entirely thankful for my health, work, and general stuff, I do worry about each of these things a bit. Health-wise, I've gained some substantial weight over the past 1.5 years. I think this is likely due to the fact that I sit on my big ol' butt for 12+ hours per day, then sleep for 8 more. Also, delicious, delicious chocolate and snacks. And so, in the coming year, I'd like to increase my overall activity level and water intake and decrease my sugar intake. In terms of work, I'm really pushing myself here, there isn't much more I can be doing. I waste a ton of time while I'm working, but to some degree, I think I need that to maintain my sanity. So, for the coming year, in the work domain, I'd like to work to give myself a little bit of a break and cut myself some slack about work-stuff. Too often, I tie my entire self-worth to how I'm doing at work or how hard I'm working. That's so not legit. I'm much more than a psychologist, even though I forget it a lot. Stuff-wise, again, I really have everything I need, but with that, I also have a BIG debt. I owe student loan companies the equivalent of condo, and I owe credit card companies way more than I ought to. So, my goal for this year in the stuff-area is to cut back on unnecessary spending (like on coffee and/or lunches that I could make at home for less than half the cost) and bump up my debt payments.

I'd say that's the bulk of it. Overall, my life is going pretty damn well, and luckily, everything that isn't completely stellar is pretty within my control to improve. THANKS for EVERYTHING.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

I could have had a baby...

...but I didn't.

That is, I *could* have created life in the amount of time that I've been on hiatus...but I didn't.  In fact, I didn't even try, or rather, I actively tried not to.

Instead what I did was ALL the work, some of the sicks, some of the travel, lots of the loves, and ALL of the cohabitating with Zoe, Potato, GMK, and that D guy.

Here are the highlights.

ALL THE WORK--ALL THE TIME: 
All work and no play makes Erica...get tenure hopefully.  I've been seriously busting my butt. I won't fully recount my CV for you here, but I've been working on lots of projects, and I've learned some valuable lessons.
For example, if playing the role of every single faculty and staff member from your old lab in your new lab isn't motivation enough to get some flippin' grant money, then I don't know what is. Note: I'm working with some extraordinary grads and RAs, but I'm playing the role of PI, project coordinator, recruitment coordinator, scheduling coordinator, receptionist/secretary, RA, and data manager/analyst. GIMME SOME FLIPPIN' MONEY NIH! 
In that regard, I have submitted 1 grant as a PI and 2 as a co-I, and I'm working on 1 as a PI, 1 as a co-PI, and 2 as a co-I as we speak. I'm hoping that by sheer quantity alone NIH will eventually just give me money because they recognize my name, but alas, as all researchers and scientists know all too well, NIH has lost ~25% of its purchasing power over the last decade. That's BILLIONS of dollars that could be funding my work and the important work of others.  I'm constantly reading new articles on the bleak nature of academia these days, and in truth, I'm just happy that I currently have *any* job, let alone one that I really love.  Now all I have to do is make it permanent by getting some funding to show my department chair that I'm worth keeping around.  It really is the same roller-coaster that graduate school was I get really good feedback on something, then I *DON'T* get an award or grant or what have you and start to doubt whether it is all worth it.  For  now, the answer is OF COURSE, but I'm not sure that will always be the case, especially if I ever decide to settle down and actually try to create life to keep me from writing over a 9 month time span.


HAVE I FINALLY BEATEN THE SICKS!?
So, um, well, I guess I have some confessions to make.  All those times over all those years that I was "sick", it turns out I wasn't really sick.  Apparently, I have some of the worst nasal allergies the ENT I went to see has ever seen in his career.  So, that's great.  But what is great is that he has me on 3 meds that actually allow me to breathe.  Like really, truly breathe.  He also has prescribed allergy shots, which I am still kind of wishy-washy about, but I've only had them twice, so I'm allowed to be.  I have to get them WEEKLY for a full year, then down to monthly for along time, then less and less until about 3-5 years from now, I won't need meds anymore.  That is, unless I leave south Florida, then I'll have to start all over again.  I'd like to take a moment to thank my Dad and my Gram Wood for this.  Both of them were/are allergic to everything.  Way to give me a double dose!

LORD, I WAS BORN A RAMBLIN' (wo)MAN
Over the past few months, I've been lots of places: San Francisco, DC, PA, NYC. 
Over the next few months I'll be going lots more places: PA--home, PA--Philly, Curacoa, NYC, PA--Philly (again! dammit!), San Francisco (probably), Kansas City, Portland, Eugene, Seattle
All of these are either work or family trips except: Curacao, Kansas City, and the PNW trip is half work/half fun.
I CANNOT WAIT for these trips.  I don't think I've been on a proper vacation since, um, I don't know when.  When I lived in Rochester, maybe?  Jay and I went on some for fun trips. But during graduate school, all my trips were to conferences or to see family or just short day/weekend trips around the PNW.  Curacao will be my first real vacation in nearly a decade.  We are already planning some awesome times including scuba diving, which I've never done before, but am both excited and scared about.  What I'm more excited about is the prospect of doing NOTHING for a full 5 days. No emails. No calls. No drama. No (work) reading. No (work) writing. Just me and D and food and sun and sand and sleeping in and swimming and probably a massage.  ONE. MORE. MONTH.
I am also crazy excited for Cara's wedding and my PNW trip, but those are so far away that they don't even feel real yet.

LOVE AND LIVING IN SIN
D and I moved in together in July and it has been going smashingly.  I've never been happier or more in love.  Mushy. I know, but still this is the real deal. Even when he leaves his clothes from the day before on the floor when he leaves for work in the morning. Even when the trash is overflowing because we were both too lazy to take it out.  Even when Potato completely coats the couch in blonde.  Even when there is no more OJ. And especially when I come home from work and start to walk to the bedroom to change and decompress, and he stops me and says, "Wait, you forgot something.", then pulls me in for a kiss. Especially when he sings to the dogs. Especially when I walk in on him having a dance party in his undies while listening to the record player and doing the dishes, and he says, "Oh, I was going to surprise you!". Especially when I don't feel well and he comes back from getting toilet paper and says, "I got you something.  I know you love nail polish, and I know you like reds and pinks, but I didn't know which ones you already had, so I got you this.", and he pulls out a bright-ass blue polish that I would have never picked myself, but I wear it anyway because it makes me think of him.

Monday, December 16, 2013

How Not to Not Pay Up a Woman: Rule #1: The Pretty Woman or murdered prostitute rule.

OR ??

And I quote, "Hello Erica, good morning. Well I would like to give you a well deserved compliment. In taking a look at your pictures posted on profile, I must say that you are a very attractive, sexy, beautiful young woman indeed. Let me now introduce myself. My name is Steven. I am a 36 year old gentleman from Miami Beach, Florida looking to meet and spoil an attractive, mature young woman in what will be a very private, safe, discreet 1 on 1 type of friendship/meeting arrangement without any childish mentality games/drama or problems involved. In this meeting arrangement, I would be able to spoil you and help you out financially with no less than $1,000-2,000 thousand dollars in cash beginning one day later on this week. . Now I understand how this is the internet so you might have some initial questions/concerns, but please keep in mind this offer is 100% real and legit, absolutely no type of joke or online spam, so if you are currently stuck in a tight, stressful financial situation where you need to make extra money $$$$ for various bills/expenses beginning right away, then please feel free to email me back for more additional information on this financial offer once you receive this message.. Steve"

This is obviously a joke, right? Which one of you thought this would be hilarious?  Frazier?  Nick? Ted? Steve? Someone? Anyone? Bueller?...Bueller?!?

So, my biggest question, is how is it decided whether I fall in the $1K or the $2K range?  I mean, that is a lot of wiggle room. I think I'd need to know that before I committed. Also, I'm a little skeptical about the getting paid "one day later on this week."  I mean, when a girl like me decides to sell her body to a stranger for money, she decides to get payment on the same day as the services rendered. 

Besides, as he points out, I do have "various bills/expenses beginning right away", so I'd really need that money "beginning right away".

What in the actual fuck?!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Prime is the reason for the season! Don’t take The Prime out of Chrismukkah.

A cordial Chrismukkah to you, my dear friends.


"What is Chrismukkah?", you might ask.  This is a very good and exceedingly important question. 
Apparently, that teeny-bopper television show "The O.C." was the first to coin the term, but as far as I'm concerned, the only thing that show had going for it was the theme song. Phantom Planet?  Hells yes!  If Jason Schwartzman was a founding member of your band, then you have something truly great going for you. You didn't know Jason Schwartzman had anything to do with that one hit wonder? Look it up, dude, you're on the Internet for Christ's sake.  But, I digress...

Chrismukkah may have first been introduced to the world in 2003 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chrismukkah), but its story was first truly, and most fully, fleshed out a full decade later by myself and D (the Boy).  He makes a guest appearance and describes the absolute magic that is Chrismukkah below.  We are currently in day three, and let me tell you, it is the most joyous and wonderful holiday that I've ever had the pleasure to celebrate.  I was raised Methodist, and D is Jewish, and so, we wanted something that the two of us could celebrate together. Usually, my take on these sorts of things is that two are WAY better than one, so let's just celebrate both, but in this case, Chrismukkah is a real example of the Gestalt principle.  Thus therefore, the whole is truly greater than the sum of its parts. We hope that you will also appreciate its true majesty, and perhaps, even join us in celebration.  But remember, the first rule of Chrismukkah is THERE ARE NO CHRISMUKKAH SONGS!  None. Not any. Ever! And with that (and the help of D), I bring you...the Chrismukkah story.

Chrismukkah Dates, Myths, and Social Customs/Practices (according to E and D)

Dates

Chrismukkah shall always fall on the Monday through Friday that is centered between the celebrations of Hanukkah and Christmas.

For example, in 2013 it is 12/9-12/13.


Mythology

We all must cast aside Santa Claus's propaganda and subvert his insidious plan for us to sit idly by whilst he enslaves all of elfin kind.  Another way must be found! 

And behold, from the ethereal cloud emerged a new way, a bolder way, a primer way.  The Mighty Amazon Prime, it is said, bestows upon the thoughtful subscriber the ability to avoid supporting the lie that is The Santa Claus.  We have achieved our independence, NAY, our RIGHT TO FREEDOM and FREE TWO DAY SHIPPING!! from the tyranny and menace that is The Santa Claus!  And so it was that the slave holding, child ogling, Santa Claus was defeated.  

Thus it was declared, on this the most randomest of days, that all shall celebrate the emergence of the Almighty Amazon Prime! 

It is also said that the ethereal spirit that is The Prime must imbue others with its virtue since it exists in the ethereal cloud yet must take physical form on many nights per year.  However, during one season in particular, The Prime must manifest itself in the figure that is Dreidle Claus.

One must exercise caution when the figure that is Dreidle Claus roams the Earth.  To prevent his form from being spoilt and misused, it was decreed that he is unseeable to all.  If you didst look upon his visage your eyes wouldst most certainly fall out.  You should not bother with petty questions such as, "What does Dreidle Claus look like?", for no one knows.  We do know that he moves about in a magic teleporting dreidle that is powered by a brown pigmy goat named Pete. Yay Pete!

We also shall make clear that he doesn't break into your home; rather, you invite him in with a customary offering of Chrismukkah cookies left in a cookie jar built out of Legos.  By now, you must have realized he doesn't care if anyone is  bad or good, that's up to the benevolence of the gifters.  Besides, do you really think you are so important that he wants to spy on you all year?

We must all surely know Dreidle Claus can’t operate alone, so the wonderful people at UPS, the USPS, and sadly, at times, FedEx help him out. 

Oh, and we can’t forget to mention that unlike Santa Claus, he has no elfin slaves; instead, he employs sweatshop workers in a variety of foreign countries... Hey, at least they get paid something?


Social Customs and Practices

As one might imagine, there are NO Chrismukkah songs!  Don’t sing of Dreidle Claus and don’t sing of Pete the pigmy goat! Don’t sing about The Prime! If you do… well, nothing will happen, but don’t do it!  It would be most uncouth… and that shit would get stuck in E's head for days.

To signify the start of the gift giving, we light the largest and the leftest of the Treenorah candles to shine the beautiful light of gifting and to celebrate the beacon of hope that is The Prime!  As soon as everyone is home the Treenorah is lit, thus igniting the flame of gifting.  Each night another of the five candles is lit to remind us of the gifts we have received earlier in the week.

As a subtle reminder of the sweet glory that is The Prime, we hang blue and white stockings filled with chocolate coins. 

Do not forget that it shall be most important to engage in other family centered activities such as the traditional family viewing of an NBA basketball game while the family eats Chinese takeout on one of the first four nights.


The last night of Chrismukkah will always be Friday, and as such is quite special.  On that night the family will go to the movies.  There are no gifts given because going to the movies is entirely too expensive to also be accompanied by gifts. 

And now back to E's irregularly scheduled blog…

Well, that basically sums it up. Filled with majesty and pleasantness, no? We hope that you will join us in celebration, fellowship, and of course, the enjoyment of the mighty Prime. Additionally, I hope you've already ordered your Chrismukkah gifts, because it is officially past the deadline for The Prime's free two day shipping to arrive by Thursday.

Oh, and yes, if you are wondering, this *is* what it is like when D and I are together. All. The. Time.

A cordial Chrismukkah to all. And to all, be excellent to each other, for all we are is dust in the wind, Dude.


Monday, November 25, 2013

T-gives Plans? The thing I've wanted to do for a long, long while, but I've never had the grit.









This post isn't funny.  This post is for reals.

I just saw this:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/11/22/the-passage-cardboard-signs_n_4319568.html

I think this is absolutely amazing.  I really love the idea, and I think it is a real attention grabber.  

This Thanksgiving I have no real plans.  I didn't have the funds to go home.  I don't have any close friends who are sticking around Miami and hosting a meal. It will probably be just me and Zoe Buttons hanging around the house and possibly pretending to do work.  Also, I despise everything about Black Friday, and I've already completed my holiday shopping. Since that is the case, I think I can find a better way to spend my time than having my own personal Dexter marathon--now that it streams on Netties.

The question is, do I do this, then give the money to Oxfam (https://www.oxfamamericaunwrapped.com/), which is one of my favorite charities with a decent rating (http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm?bay=search.summary&orgid=4288#.UpNgNuKn-Hg).  OR do I find some other way to be useful this Thanksgiving?  For example, I could volunteer at a kitchen or shelter of some kind, though I've heard that those kinds of places generally get overrun on T-gives, and I might be too late to sign up.

I could easily make a sign that says, "I have a home.  I have a job.  I'm raising money for someone who doesn't.", then provide the Oxfam website.  I bet if I did this and stood near Fresh Market's entrance or near Coco Walk on Black Friday that I'd raise a decent amount of money.  Whatdoyathink?  Terrible plan?  Mediocre plan?  Get real, Erica, this might work in Portland, but you're not in Portland anymore...

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Woe is me!!!


Well, I hate to say "I told you so", but goddamnit, I did.  I knew that too many good things were happening (see last post), and now I am very much making up for it.  Making up for it with the worst case of The Sicks I've ever had, and if you know me well, you know I'm constantly sick so this is really saying something.

I have pneumonia.  Not like big, bad, put-you-in-the-hospital pneumonia, but still, pneumonia--a lung infection by any other name wouldn't make me cough as much.

It all started about a week ago.  Friday, my stomach didn't feel quite right, but it wasn't terrible or anything.  D-boy was going to his friend's house to watch basketball, and I decided I was tired as a million counting sheep, so I was going to stay in.  Friends stopped by on their way to respective outings--D to basketball, M, her sister, and J to some cultural music thing I didn't really want to go to.  I did the good host thing and served them wine  (while in my PJs) and gave sister and J a house tour.  They left after about an hour, I then promptly fell asleep on my couch at 9pm.  

Saturday, D and I literally stayed in bed all day.  ALL DAY. No this isn't a "new couple sex thing", we were just kinda bored and decided to read in bed and watch TV on the Internet in bed and eat crackers in bed and do pretty much everything in bed.  It was glorious...  Until I decided I wanted soup for dinner.  D suggested that Whole Foods has about a billion soups ready-to-eat, so we jumped in the car and left.  Just getting out of bed was hard, but I assumed that my muscles were now accustomed to being horizontal, and so putting up a protest to resume their new preferred position.  However, when we got to WF, my stomach started to bloat and cramp, like a lot, like I was doubled over in pain and unable to finish my corn and sweet potato bisque.  D drove my car home so I could be horizontal again.  Then when we got back to my place, I went immediately to bed and didn't leave for the rest of the evening, including abandoning D, as he went to a party at M's, while I fell asleep again at about 8:30pm.

The real kicker was Sunday, Sunday I woke up with a cough.  Not just any cough, but a deep, nasty, thick, grumbly, crunchy cough.  I thought, "hmmm, this explains everything, clearly I have some mild flu."  We were scheduled to go to brunch with M and her sister, so we did, but I was a massive case of grump-a-lumps the entire time.  I ate, but couldn't taste much.  I said bad and judgey-wudgey things about the people around us (even more than is typical for me).  Then, D and I went to a sports store to look for a bike rack, and it hit me.  "I can barely even stand up", I thought.  "This doesn't seem correct.", I added.  So, we went back to my house, and again, I became a horizontal lump under the blankets.  

That night, we decided to sleep at D's, so we did. At one point, I was begging him to turn off the AC, while in a hoodie under a comforter...  It was not even a little cold in his house.  He guessed it was about 76 or 78 degrees. The next morning we woke up to take his cat to a regularly scheduled vet appointment.  The cat was making horrid sounds in the car the whole time, something like Mew-RWAR?!.  The funny thing was, my coughing was drowning out the sad/murderous cat noise.  Fortunately, there is a Walgreen's right down the shopping plaza from the vet, so I got The 'Tussin.  This was a HUGE help.  Now I was only coughing every 3 minutes, rather than every 30 seconds.  I was still unEarthly tired, though.

Tuesday, I knew I couldn't go to school the way I was.  Students had an exam, so I contacted the TAs and told them to take one for the team and lead it on their own.  They did so graciously.  I slept.  Like ALL day.  Sleep. Nonstop.

Wednesday, I had a 10am appointment, so I got up, got ready, went in, could barely take the stairs, sat at my desk until the appointment arrived--staring at my lappy--just staring, met with my appointment, and left immediately.  I drove home, then slept the rest of the day.

Thursday, I went to class, taught, then had a repeat of Wednesday.

Friday, I didn't even bother pretending to do work or to go to campus. I just slept.  That is, until my sister called at 2:30pm and lectured me until I decided to get my sweaty ass up off the couch and go to Urgent Care.  The doctor took one look at me (well, ok, and a listen), and he ordered a chest X-ray.  I protested.  I asked, "What will that tell us?" He said, "It will tell us how bad it is." Me, "What do you mean?" Him, "If it is pneumonia or just almost pneumonia." Me, "Will you treat it any differently if it is pneumonia or just almost pneumonia?" Him, "Um, no." Me, "Then just give me the antibiotics, and I'll promise to rest."  Jesus!!!  Dude wanted to charge me $90 just to tell me if I had ACTUAL pneumonia or just probable pneumonia...  Oh no you don't, Sir.  I may be sick, but I'm no fool, and besides, I'm my father's daughter--i.e., cheap about shit like that!

Since then, I've been taking my MEGA-antibiotic.  Seriously, it is as big as the first two sections of my pinky finger.  MASSIVE.  I've also been taking a Rxed cocktail of 'Tussin, 'Phendrin, and Benadryl.  Think of the special brand of meth you could make with that shit!  Plus, it is cotton candy flavored! So, that's probably good for my liver.  I've also been drinking OJ like it is my job and struggling to stay awake for more than four hours at a go.

I'm feeling a bit better, but I still feel like the bottom of a trash bin about 6 days overdue for a dump out.

I guess the moral of this story, aside from being a way for me to get out a big ol' Internet-based WOE IS ME! is to say, "Do not tempt fate!"  The next time something is going well for you, listen to nonreason and *don't talk about it*.  Old timey diseases that no one actually gets as a healthy adult in a first-world country are waiting right around the corner to take you down.   

I suppose the scientific, reason-based moral would be don't move somewhere tropical from somewhere with an oceanic/marine coastal climate and expect for your immune system to be like, "Oh hello there, Beautiful Weather, well aren't you just lovely."  More over, this is one of the largest immigrant populations in the country, Erica, you idiot, so there are about a billion new bugs here to introduce themselves to your immune system.  And for whatever reason all those bugs want to hug you or fail to move out of your way at the market when you say very clearly and loudly, "Excuse me!" so you have to brush up against them as you walk by.