Friday, April 30, 2010

A sick kitty

I guess that this is technically a Fur Baby Friday post, since it's about one of my furry friends and I'm posting it on Friday.

My dad's cat, Saphira, had an emergency visit to the vet today. This morning she had thrown up on Tall One's bed (which by itself doesn't means she's sick, though it's a nuisance) and then Tall One found her lying in a pile of poop, I think half unconscious. So mom and dad took her to the vet.

I don't know all the details, but she's doing better now. She's back home and we're going to keep an eye on her. However, the vet discovered that she has a heart murmur and that she is aging prematurely, which is a little shocking to me.

Then again, as Tall One reminded me, she was the runt of the litter. And I seem to remember that the runts tend to have the most trouble.

But the good news is that she's not about to die anytime soon, and she's back home. And we're keeping an eye on her now.

This all happened after I had left for work, by the way. So everything I know is through e-mails and phone calls. I do love being able to do e-mail on my iPhone.

Oh yeah, and also...

While this was going on, Tall One locked the other two cats up in my room, probably to keep them away from the sick kitty. One of them (I don't know which) needed to use the kitty box and couldn't wait, so my bed became a subsitute for the kitty box. Oh well. But that's the least of my concerns now, and Tall One will have cleaned it all up by the time I get home. Maybe I'll burn some incense in my room if the smell hasn't cleared out when I get back...

Any good vibes or prayers for Saphira would be appreciated. She's better than she was earlier, but she's still not doing so great.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Fun fun side effects (not)

I briefly mentioned in another post that the dosage of one of my medications was recently ("recently" as in a month ago) increased, and that the side effect that popped up was loss of appetite.

Because I wasn't hungry I didn't eat much -- probably about half as much as usual, or less. It took me a couple days to realize that something was wrong, and it took me a couple more days to finally realize that it might be the medication. And then I was surprised when I wound up feeling weak and light headed!

Seriously, I was surprised to be feeling weak and light headed. But I quickly realized "Well duh! If I don't eat much I'm going to have to deal with some consequences!" I wound up skipping school and work for a day because I needed to just focus on myself, take it easy, and MAKE SURE that I ate enough.

Then today I realized something else: when I finally get over my loss of appetite I might gain too much weight if I'm not careful. Why? Because I'm used to stuffing myself now (or feeling like I'm stuffing myself, which is what counts) to make sure that I eat enough.

By the way, we have lowered the dosage of that medication. Loss of appetite is not a nice side effect.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Changing majors

"It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end."

The above quote is from Ursula K. le Guin's book The Left Hand of Darkness, and it's one that I've been sort of thinking on recently.

The problem is that I'm not really enjoying my journey anymore. And I've realized that I'm not even at all enthused about the end of the journey -- becoming a music therapist -- anymore, let alone being a music major. Yes, I love my music, it has been a huge part of my life and will always be a huge part of my life. But I'm not enjoying it so much anymore, and I miss my books big time.

When I was at Portland Community College I took a lot of English classes, but hardly any music classes. It's because I got my music fix outside of school, in Sweet Adelines and other places. When I became a music major I figured that I would be able to just switch those two around; that is, study music in school and get my book fix outside of school.

That hasn't worked out quite as planned, however.

So to recap, I'm not enjoying my journey, let alone being a music major. To be completely honest, I haven't even wanted to touch my piano in the last month, and I've been hiding in my books to avoid thinking about decisions I have to make (such as whether to stay a music major).

It seems to me that the best thing to do is to become an English major. True, that means that I won't be in the health field. But being a music therapist isn't the only way to help people.

I do want to acknowledge the fact that I've been depressed, and I have considered the possibility that my unhappiness could be due to that, and not to being in the wrong major after all. But then again, how do I know that my depression doesn't have something to do with being in the wrong major? I really don't know, so I figure I should do what my gut instinct says, which is to switch majors.

I guess I'm talking as though I've already made the decision to change. I think I have, sort of, but I'm hesitating. I want to think it over a little more. But yeah, I'm pretty sure that I will officially become an English major in the next week.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Happy Easter!

No, I haven't lost my mind. I'd just forgotten how to upload images to Blogger from my iPhone until now so it's a bit late!

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

"The Impotence of Proofreading"

I read this in a poetry class a few years ago, and when a facebook friend shared it I just had to share it here.

International Boobquake Day

"A couple of days ago an Iranian cleric let the world know that women with their boobs out cause earthquakes, this in itself almost causing an earthquake because of all the jaws simultaneously dropping to the floor. One lady has taken it upon herself to debunk, or perhaps prove, the cleric's claims by organising a worldwide cleavage-fest on Monday, 26 April."

Yep, this is true. I seriously am not making this up. You can find the story here.

The idea isn't for us to go out and get risque, but for us to wear whatever we already have that's low cut or otherwise somewhat showy. As Jennifer McCreight (the woman apparently organizing this) says:

"I would just like to add that I'm not trying to force women to go out of their comfort zones. We're just coordinating our most immodest outfit that we already wear for the same day. And it's not limited to cleavage power - I'm sure an ankle will be sufficiently immodest to make some god cranky."

I for one will wear something showing some cleavage. What about the rest of you women?

And I would like to share a few links...

Jennifer McCreight's blog post about this

Jennifer McCreight's group on Facebook event for this

Another Facebook group event for this fun stuff

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Rays of sunshine through the storm

I haven't been feeling my best. One problem is the depression. I thought that upping the medication had helped, and I wasn't going to see a therapist. But I eventually realized that the Prozac was basically like a band aid over a wound -- it hid the problem but didn't exactly help much otherwise, if that makes sense.

So, I need to get in touch with a therapist.

Then for something like the last four days I wasn't very hungry. I finally looked online and found out that a side effect of Prozac is loss of appetite. Great. Another problem!

So that's the storm. But there has been some sunshine.


I got to class today and one of my classmates was HAPPY!!! She had gotten up at 5am (apparently she's a morning person, unlike me) had a cup of coffee and done her homework. She got to school early and annoyed our classmates who were there early with her cheerfulness. She didn't annoy me, however.

It was nice to see someone so cheerful.


Between classes this morning I curled up in a comfy chair and took a nap. About a half hour before I had set my alarm to wake me up this kid woke me up because he had a question about who something belonged to.

After his initial question he asked "Why were you sleeping? Shouldn't you have been doing homework?"

Kids. They can get away with so many questions.

After I told him that I would do my homework later he started telling me all about his toy Lego's. So I was able to sit there and wake up while listening to a very happy kid.


And my mom bought me chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream!!! Which of course I don't feel like eating thanks to my loss of appetite....but it's I will get myself to eat it...

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Moon time

I sort of attended a women's drum circle and sweat lodge today. I say "sort of attended" because even though I got to go and hang out, I didn't participate in either of those activities. I did participate in the pot luck though! Yum.

The reason I didn't participate is because I'm in my period. And no, it's not because my period was considered to be gross and unclean. Quite the opposite.

Two different women told me today that the time when a woman bleeds is a very sacred time, and that it is in fact the most sacred ceremony. After all, the bleeding is what allows us women to create new life. It's a very special time, and when I am in my moon (I think I like that phrase -- "in my moon") I need to be focusing on myself, which means not participating in other ceremonies such as the drum circle and the sweat lodge. I also didn't have to set out the food I had brought for the potluck part of things.

I was also told that ceremonies don't get mixed together. And since my period is a ceremony, I definitely may not participate in other (Lakota) ceremonies while I am in my moon time.

Consequently I spent about six hours all by myself today, which was how much time the other women spent in the sweat lodge. And yes, that was a rather long time for them to be in the sweat lodge. They were actually shocked to find out what the time was when they finally wrapped things up.

It was nice to have six hours all to myself. And no, I didn't get bored. I did a few things, such as napping, reading Shakespeare's Twelfth Night (which happens to be homework that I was enthused about), and writing some poetry.

It was really a great experience.

This was all done according to the Lakota tradition, by the way, and I went with a friend.

I do want to say that recently I've been thinking about how in some cultures it was normal for women to separate themselves from the men, not do certain things like cooking, and just focus on themselves during their moon time. One literary example that came to mind today was Anita Diamant's The Red Tent. It was quite interesting to experience that for myself in some small way.

Saturday, April 17, 2010


I don't have much to say, but...

Guess what I did? I put a book on hold, and then when I picked it up at the library I discovered that it was in a language I don't even speak! Oh well. Still, it was sort of funny. It's just that the name wasn't translated, and I'm used to the names being translated.

I also have a blog award, but I'll blog about that later. Right now I probably need to be getting to bed.

ps. I noticed that I've suddenly got more followers on all of my blogs. How did that happen? Well, welcome, new followers!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

My herb garden this year

This is my third year of having an herb garden, and I think it's also my third year of having fruit trees in the yard. And, I have photos to share. :)

The above two photos are baby pears on our pear tree.

This is our apple tree, which is flowering nicely.

This is Kentucky Colonel Mint, a new addition to my garden.

It's not actually in my herb patch, however. I've learned my lesson about that one -- mint is invasive, and will take over your garden given half a chance. Better to just give it the space it wants and let it do its thing.

This is another kind of mint, which is also a new addition. Again, it isn't actually in my garden either, but in a place where it is free to spread out.

The exact name of this one escapes me, but I think it's Pineapple Mint.

I took these photos yesterday. I did get three new plants today, but didn't feel like taking photos. Two of them were garden sages, and I can't remember what the other one is. It's one that I was unfamiliar with, but I felt like something was telling me that it would be a good addition to my garden.

Yesterday was so nice that for a little while we had just the screen between the cats and the outdoors instead of the glass door. Naturally, the cats loved it.

That's Socks on the left and Kokopelle on the right. Yes, I can tell the difference between them in this photo, even though they're both black and have their backs to me. How? Socks is somewhat scraggly, and Kokopelle isn't.

Black Holes and Big Questions

I read an article on National Geographic which says that black holes might actually be "wormholes" into other universes, and that our universe might just be a black hold inside another bigger universe.

It's pretty cool stuff. And assuming that this theory is correct, I just have to ask...

There are many different creation myths, but the one I have in mind says that our world comes from an egg. Well, what if some great being in our "mommy universe" laid an egg, and that's how our "baby universe" began? In other words, what if black holes are actually "eggs"?

It's just a random thought I had when I was reading the article that I wanted to throw out there.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Things I've learned

I want to share a couple of things that I learned thanks to the job I got over winter break.

1) Being the official paper shuffler has its risks. I plan to eventually get a box of band aids on my desk, and I'm just glad there aren't any vampires around!

2) Never, and I mean NEVER, open over half of the doors in a filing cabinet. Unless you were very lucky (like I was) the result might be painful, and you might (unlike me, because I was lucky) have a lot of cleaning up to do as a result.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Fun school stuff

I've sort of been going crazy.

I was interested in a class, we'll call it Class # 1. So I tried to get into Class #1, only to find that it was full. I got my name on the waiting list, and signed up for Class # 2 instead.

I bought the book for Class # 2 and was annoyed to find that it was $60. Not surprised, but definitely annoyed. Not only that, but it was in shrink wrap, and I couldn't return the book after the shrink wrap was broken. I dithered about it for a couple days, hoping that I would get into Class # 1 and return the $60 book for Class # 2, and then I gave in and broke the shrink wrap so that I could take a look at the book. After all, I reasoned, it wasn't likely that anyone would drop Class # 1.

I was wrong.

Just a few hours after I broke the shrink wrap on the $60 book, I got an e-mail telling me that I'd gotten into Class # 1. If I'd only waited just a few more hours to start my homework...but oh well.

Now I have a $60 text book for a class I'm not taking, and I can't return it. I guess I can sell it back at the end of the term, but I'm not sure if I'll do that. The one time I sold back a book to a college bookstore I got relatively little money for it.

I'm taking it with good humor, though. The funny thing is that I got the e-mail just a few hours after breaking the shrink wrap. I think I hear the gods laughing...

On a more serious note, I dropped a class. It's part of a series of classes that build on themselves, like math classes, and I barely passed last term. Truthfully, I don't even feel like I earned the C that the professor gave me. Part of the problem was the depression that hit me so close to the end of term, but I was also having trouble before that.

This term I had a choice: either get tutoring and pull myself up to where I should be really quickly (which would mean learning a lot in a short time), or just taking the classes next term. Maybe I'm a pessimist, but after one week in the class I decided I wasn't up to the challenge of getting myself up to where my classmates are so darned quickly.

Maybe I should keep reminding myself that I got into the class I was wait listed on. Perhaps that'll cheer me up.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Feeling better

I was sick recently, and as I mentioned in another post it kept me from going to Canada with my mom and brother. But, I'm feeling better!

I don't know what I was sick with, exactly, but my stomach was so upset that I could barely eat anything for four days. I lost four or five pounds. That was rather surprising. I mean, I was sure I'd lost weight, but not that much!

I'm still a bit queasy, but I'm able to get out and about and eat normally again. So things are looking up.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Baby hawks

Spring 2008 was the first spring my family spent in our current house. Imagine our surprise when one evening we saw young red tailed hawks flying overhead. We were even more surprised when we figured out that the nest was in a fir tree that was just a few houses down from us.

The following year, which was of course last year, we saw more young red tailed hawks. We started to think that it might be a regular occurrence, so this spring I've been keeping an eye out for young red tailed hawks again.

And then guess what I saw yesterday? A young red tailed hawk who was trying out his wings.

They are beautiful birds. They don't sound nice, but that's ok. Since I know it's specifically parents and youngsters that I'm hearing I'm too charmed to care what they sound like, and from experience I know that they'll be gone before they can start to grate on my nerves.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Blogger Buddy Award

Guess what? Magaly over at Pagan Culture gave me the blogger buddy award. Wow. Thank you Magaly!

I'm supposed to pass it on to ten other bloggers, but I am having a hard time figuring out ten bloggers to give it to so I'll just give it to three (one of my favorite numbers) bloggers:

Carrie at [carrotspeak.]

Debra at She Who Seeks

Anne at The Gods are Bored

Saturday, April 3, 2010

An Easter Story

I was putting candy into plastic eggs in preparation for Easter, and I remembered this story I read some years ago. I think I read it in a Chicken Soup for the Soul book, but I'm not sure.


The week before Easter at the Sunday school the teacher was talking about the holiday and what it meant. She told her young students to find something that was symbolic of life to them, and to bring it the next week inside a plastic Easter egg to share with the class.

The following week everyone brought their eggs to class, and shared what was inside them. One boy had brought nothing inside his egg. The boy was intellectually disabled so the teacher assumed that he hadn't understood what the class doing. She tried to move on to the next student quickly, but he stopped her and explained:

"On the day that Jesus was resurrected his tomb was empty."


It was a while ago that I read this story, and it's sort of funny that I even remember it. I'll have to think on it, though, because I'm not entirely sure what to make of it. Any thoughts? Hopefully you'll be able to comment.

By the way, there's a definite perk to attending a Catholic University -- it was completely closed for Christmas, and it is closed again for Good Friday and Easter.

Of course, the downside is that I want to talk to the registrars office, and can't do that until Monday...


I noticed that no one's commenting on my posts, and then I also noticed one or two other bloggers commenting that there's a problem with Blogger that's preventing comments from being published. Then I also remembered e-mailing with someone who said that one of her comments didn't get published. So I just wanted to say...

If your comments aren't getting published, don't take it personally. You can be pretty darned sure that I'll publish your comments if I can see them, and if Blogger will let me. The only reasons I would NOT publish a comment would be:

1) If it were spam. I do have one spammer who is persistent, or else several spammers who spam with the same thing. The spammer(s) in question don't even comment in English, by the way.

2) If it were something that looks like a personal note to me, especially if an e-mail addy is included. I've only had one of those, though.

3) If it were very rude, insulting, or offensive. But, I haven't had any like that yet.

Hopefully comments will be up and working again soon! Hopefully.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Photos from my trip

Mom and Tall One are on their way to Canada right now for the first Highland Game of the season. I planned to go with them, but unfortunately I'm sick, and I don't think that a long car ride would mix well with sometimes severe queasiness. :(

So I'm stuck at home!

But, this does mean that I can finally get around to sharing my photos from Painted Hills with you! I do want to say that one thing that the photos won't show is how windy it got while we were hiking. I really love wind, so it was great. For me. Unfortunately not everyone else liked the wind...

The photos are shown sort of in reverse order of when they were taken, because that's just how it worked out uploading them and I didn't feel like switching them around.

It started snowing on us when it was time to leave. We actually wound up going out of our way to avoid getting into too much snow on the way home.

I was having fun with my camera and iPhone.

Ok, so yes, I'm a 21 year old who still sleeps with a teddy bear. It's comfy, and I see no reason to stop at this point in time.

And from the next photo on down to the cow is Painted Hills. I think I'll just mostly let you look at the photos without comments from me.

There was boardwalk to keep us off of the fragile ground in one place.

By the way, I spy paw prints... :)

Animal trails, I think.

The land is pretty fragile there.

To get to Painted Hills we had to go through someone's farm. We said hi some cows along the way. Or rather, they said hi to us.

A light fixture inside our cabin. I thought it was pretty neat.

Again, the view from our cabin porch.

Part of our dinner.

I took this one on our first day at camp, from our cabin porch.