Voodoo Child v. 16: it doesn't have to be eternal to be immortal.

I called the doc's office back at home in order to try and persuade them to send me some lovely drugs, but to no avail. After a little back and forth, I got some referrals to some derms, but they're all out of the office. Shit. The one that's available doesn't take my insurance. Strangely enough, I feel more at ease now than I did yesterday/this morning.

I'm doing okay, so thanks for the well wishes, but I was told to go to the ED if I wasn't doing too well. I am not going to do that, knowing that ED's are for folks with more emergencies. Look, this is me trying to stick it out. Nice, huh. I don't know if I mentioned this earlier, but I do notice that people here are nicer about the situation. I've been in situations where I've been singled out and stared at. That, my friends, is when it's painful. Most of the time I can deal, but when it comes down to it, I hate being singled out. It's hard to wear shorts and skirts when I feel like this, and honestly that's all I packed because when I left, I was doing SO well. Now I'm the opposite of that. It's frustrating and I am literally miserable.

Anyways, we did family games tonight, which was fun, and had a good dinner. I'm ready to relax now and do some fun reading, but we'll see. Mythbusters is on, and I love that show.

Okay kids, it's nice to be back, and I will report tomorrow's fist full of meals when I can!

Voodoo

PS: I have pictures posted online, please let me know if you want access. 

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Oh lordy. I'm at home, relaxing after an amazing family get together yesterday. The Wii brings families together, thank you very much! I can't wait to do that again.

At any rate, this day marks Black Friday, one of the most insane non-holidays in the world. So apparently now is the opening for Christmas shopping season, but not like we've been inundated since October, hello. At any rate, I didn't get to go out. I've been dealing with a nasty cough. Poor Mango's been lecturing me at 4AM "Drink water, you'll need to flush that mucus out." I swear, it's comedy. I'll cough, he'll deliver the lecture, and I'll drink the water and he's right! But then we'd repeat the thing again later, with a new message: "You are supposed to drink 4-6 bottles of water a day, but you don't drink anything." And then "Would you like some tea?" Aww. At any rate, I've got a bad cough, and I'm loving hacking up these lung biscuits. Guess how I'm going to spend my Monday? In bed.

To top things off, Momdoo thinks I'm preggo because I sleep constantly. I think it's the massive loss of sleep due to coughing that's doing it. I actually think I can feel my abs now because they're pretty sore at this point. I guess if I am, that's fabulous. If I'm not, then I'm not.

I will say this: Please don't ask me if I am. I'm starting to hate that. Really.

So back to Black Friday. I have been doing some shopping, yes. I had to limit myself to things I actually need. Wait, you did see that, I said "I" right? Yes, thank god, my family and Husbandido's family are doing Kris Kringle this year. That cuts a TON off our shopping list. So what did I buy today? Nothing sexy, dreadfully sorry. But I did pick up some books from Amazon (the Book Club selection, natch) and printer ink. How HOT is that? I know I know. Sucks.

But I'm saving myself for Friends and Family at Old Navy and Banana Republic. Here, you shopping whores:

Valid from 11/30-12/2:

Old Navy 20% off: PN7NFZ7TDM9S

Banana Republic 30% off: B21GK8VFBQ9J 

Piperlime (Gap Shoes go see it! WTF!) 20% off: BCSK5WV5W03F (FREE SHIPPING TOO)

Okay, so that's all I got for now. There's some laundry to be done and a shitload of phlegm to pass.

Ciao for now, kids!

Voodoo 

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How is this cool? I think sometimes they send me because they like me. I think sometimes they send me because they hate me.

This is how I know they hate me.

Voodoo 

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718.746.0087

That is all.

Voodoo 

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Today, Christmas Day, marks the passing of one of music's greatest frontmen, James Brown. He brought to my word lots of great music hidden in today's hip hop songs as mere loops, but they were true testimonies to his talent and his ability to influence music even today.

In my ears, he never hid who he was from his listeners: gritty, soulful, and always down to have a good time. He truly was an artist in every sense of the word. He will be missed.

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Happy Christmas to all you holy people. Thanks to the Weekender and Etcha for hosting us, and for Teach and Mighty Mom for comin' through. Much love. Be safe this weekend everyone. Enjoy the shopping tomorrow too!

Voodoo 

PS: just in case you were the last person in your cube to know, DIAB. 

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I was watching Parental Control with Whitley the other night, and prior to that I had never seen the show.

Holy shitrocks, I was trippppppppin afterwards. If you're not familiar with the show, it's about parents who have a son/daughter, and they just so happen to hate his/her boyfriend/girlfriend. Are you still with me? Okay, nothing new there, but they go on these recruiting trips to find an ideal partner. So moms picks one, and dad picks another. Wait, it gets better. So they set up these dates with their kid with their "ideal" partners. No wait, even more better, they watch the "dates" with the skanky boyfriend/girlfriend.

So here's where I stop in my tracks and ask myself, "Who does THAT!" (if you've ever watched Workout, you'll recognize that line from the Glass Throwing Incident).

See, it's not the weirdness of the whole witness the dating that gets me, it's the "You know what, you're a bitch!" stuff that goes on. Not from the boyfriend to the girlfriend, but the skanky current girlfriend/boyfriend to the parents! WHO DOES THAT!

Okay, okay, I'm going to admit that I've met my share of jacked up people, but I have never gone buckwild on them. Throughout the show, this one in particular, this girl cussed out the parents left and right. Seriously. Whitley says to me, hey, what if I did that to your parents when I first met them? We howled. I'd probably deck you, I said.

But for reals, what's going on here? At the risk of sounding like a total Oldie Olderson, these kids freak me the fuck out. Working at a Big School, I always ask myself where this comes from - nature or nurture. I'm not going to get into a big debate over it. But you have to wonder, don't you? I guess the Filipino parent stink eye taught me to not get out of line.

It's disturbing enough to know that kids these days (wow, that sounded crap) have gumption, but for every rotten apple there are a few shiny good ones. So when I saw skanky girl running her mouth (I won't even repeat the stuff she said), I knew that out there somewhere was a decent person who would be a promising person. Contributing member of society rather than a funky scab.

Oh and by the way, the son stayed with skanky girl. Ew. I don't know who to blame for that.

Voodoo 

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Hi all,

Thanks so much for the good wishes, people. I am overwhelmed with all the love in the world from you.

Floyd. It's my birthday, I had a drink, and I think we have stuff to talk about. Now, I know you're badass. You came back in stage 17 and hauled ass. I think I damn near fell in love with you that day. I am a little terrible with hero worship, but I was ready to take Lance down and replace him with your goateed face.

Floyd, you were recently tested with high testosterone levels. Now, we all know that this can occur naturally in men (and some women, I've seen those beards), but I would like to think that this is the case with you. I'd also like to think that you are a freakin' stud and have two balls unlike lance who only has one and therefore might have a considerably higher testosterone level by that fact alone. But if you were cheating, and I certainly hope you aren't - yes I know you aren't cheating - I will be forced to rethink cycling as a sport that I love and embrace fully for its history and the courage of the men who undertake the challenge of the Tour.

One of the thoughts on the article "Weakness" that I wrote had a lot to do with doping in sports. Needing to cheat breaks my heart, not only because there are others who genuinely have been trying to do their best to compete fairly, but because there are people who hold you as role models and respect you for your talents and abilities. This has changed my opinion of Italian soccer (go France, bitches), and I don't know if it can be any easier to walk away from cycling because some of my superheros are now gone: Ullrich, Basso, Vino, Hamilton, and countless others are busted for doping. I rooted for some of you pricks! Damn!

So Floyd, bro, if you did cheat, I forgive you, but I can't take this anymore. The whole matter of cheating just isn't okay with me, so that second test better be legit and good to go. If not, I'm turning in my time trial helmet and picking a new sport: lawn bowling.

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I can't farking believe it. The first half of summer is already gone. In less than 6 weeks, the kids will be back en force, and I don't know if I'm ready to deal. So far my summer has been uneventful. I swear I had some grand plans to take care of and things to do, but I feel unaccomplished as of yet. Oh well, I have let go of it and can move on. I think.

I am slated for some time off in the next few weeks, about a week or so and I plan on some massive chillin'. I'm a little afraid though, because I am leaving at a key point, before a major program kicks off, but I'm totally okay with that! ;-)

Tour de France has been a blur, really. I figured it's because I don't have a tv by the bed, which bugs me...You sort of have to wake up early to catch the good parts before someone spoils it all for you. World Cup is over, and my team, well, LOST. I'll live.

So what's next in life? I sound like I'm risking becoming some prattling old woman giving you updates on my so-called life, and it's all about tv, where did time go and what the hell next. There are little things, and I have to blog more often, truth be told. There is another distractor...yelp.com. If you want the link to my reviews about San Francisco and other points beyond, let me know and I'll get them to you. 

What's next is some life changing stuff.

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