Narcolepsy. Read about it here.
Did you read it? No? Do it.
Okay, now that your preconceived Hollywood-influenced assumptions have been shattered, guess who has narcolepsy? Yours truly, duh.
It explains so much. Fortunately, they gave me these really kick-ass pills to keep me awake. I LOVE THEM.
'Bye.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Weekly Update: Part...um...
Yeah, it's been a few weeks. I weighed in this past Sunday at 126.8; that's 7.4 pounds down. Yay!
I'm currently in the middle of a sleep study. I came in last night and had a bunch of wires and taped and glued and strapped to me. Here was the result:
I look fabulous.
They had me sleep for seven hours, and I don't feel like I slept well. I remember constantly shoving that thing back into my nose. Half the wires were removed this morning; the ones attached to my scalp and face are still there. The cables run to a rectangular box that I wear around my neck on a lanyard when I'm not in bed. When it's sleepy time, they attach a cable to the box to monitor me. I've had two naps so far today. I can confidently rule out severe sleep apnea; if I had it, they would have put a mask on me in the night to help me breathe, and sent me on my merry way this morning with a machine. Doesn't mean I don't have sleep apnea in a milder form, though.
My second nap was kinda bizarre. I felt like I had trouble staying asleep, as if I were mostly dozing. Towards the end of the nap, voices were keeping me awake as I lay with my back to the door. A nurse came in ten minutes before I was supposed to be done with the nap to bring me a sandwich to eat before they discharged me. I sat up and looked over to see that while I'd been struggling to sleep, they'd brought in a young girl in a wheel chair to take the bed next to mine. I saw she had a couple of family members with her, which explained the voices I'd heard. And then...
...I woke up for real.
In my single-bed room.
With no food.
It was all a dream. A very, very real dream. Those are the worst. For the past few years, I've almost always been able to tell that I'm dreaming. I can usually force myself to wake up if I find a dream unpleasant. Every once in a while, a dream sleeps past my dream detector, and in the dream I feel as if everything is real. Ugh. Hate those ones, because they're confusing and disorienting when I wake, because sometimes I dream of myself in bed with things happening around me...like hearing a noise, or seeing a cat run around, only to wake up and find that the cats where never in the room and that I'm alone in the house. Like I said, confusing.
I have a headache, and I'm hungry.
I'm currently in the middle of a sleep study. I came in last night and had a bunch of wires and taped and glued and strapped to me. Here was the result:
They had me sleep for seven hours, and I don't feel like I slept well. I remember constantly shoving that thing back into my nose. Half the wires were removed this morning; the ones attached to my scalp and face are still there. The cables run to a rectangular box that I wear around my neck on a lanyard when I'm not in bed. When it's sleepy time, they attach a cable to the box to monitor me. I've had two naps so far today. I can confidently rule out severe sleep apnea; if I had it, they would have put a mask on me in the night to help me breathe, and sent me on my merry way this morning with a machine. Doesn't mean I don't have sleep apnea in a milder form, though.
My second nap was kinda bizarre. I felt like I had trouble staying asleep, as if I were mostly dozing. Towards the end of the nap, voices were keeping me awake as I lay with my back to the door. A nurse came in ten minutes before I was supposed to be done with the nap to bring me a sandwich to eat before they discharged me. I sat up and looked over to see that while I'd been struggling to sleep, they'd brought in a young girl in a wheel chair to take the bed next to mine. I saw she had a couple of family members with her, which explained the voices I'd heard. And then...
...I woke up for real.
In my single-bed room.
With no food.
It was all a dream. A very, very real dream. Those are the worst. For the past few years, I've almost always been able to tell that I'm dreaming. I can usually force myself to wake up if I find a dream unpleasant. Every once in a while, a dream sleeps past my dream detector, and in the dream I feel as if everything is real. Ugh. Hate those ones, because they're confusing and disorienting when I wake, because sometimes I dream of myself in bed with things happening around me...like hearing a noise, or seeing a cat run around, only to wake up and find that the cats where never in the room and that I'm alone in the house. Like I said, confusing.
I have a headache, and I'm hungry.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Book reviews.
Just finished reading a couple of great books. The first one is Brainless: The Lies and Lunacy of Ann Coulter, by Joe Maguire. Mr Maguire takes all the crazy nonsense that Ms Coulter spews on a daily basis and dissects it to reveal, well, the lies and lunacy. (For those of you who "like what she has to say," as one co-worker put it, she is on the record as stating that women should not have the right to vote. This surprised my co-worker. She is also on the record as dismissing the theory of evolution while endorsing creationism as valid science.)
My impression after reading this book? Ann Coulter sucks at life.
Also just got done reading Escape, by Carolyn Jessop. Carolyn spend her entire life as the fourth wife of a man old enough to be her father until she grew some cajones and got the hell out of dodge with all eight of her children. Her last four pregnancies were all life-threatening, with the last resulting in an emergency hysterectomy. Her husband, her sister-wives (except for one), and her step-children could not have cared less. When she went to their prophet, Warren Jeffs (yeah, that creeper), to demand fair treatment from her husband, the man dismissed her because while she had listed all her husband's abuse, she had not admitted to any sins of her own. But never fear, there is a happy ending!
My impression after reading this book? FLDS sucks at life.
Enjoy your week.
My impression after reading this book? Ann Coulter sucks at life.
Also just got done reading Escape, by Carolyn Jessop. Carolyn spend her entire life as the fourth wife of a man old enough to be her father until she grew some cajones and got the hell out of dodge with all eight of her children. Her last four pregnancies were all life-threatening, with the last resulting in an emergency hysterectomy. Her husband, her sister-wives (except for one), and her step-children could not have cared less. When she went to their prophet, Warren Jeffs (yeah, that creeper), to demand fair treatment from her husband, the man dismissed her because while she had listed all her husband's abuse, she had not admitted to any sins of her own. But never fear, there is a happy ending!
My impression after reading this book? FLDS sucks at life.
Enjoy your week.
Weekly Update: Part IV
Scale says I gained .2 lb.
I say, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming..."
I say, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming..."
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Weekly Update: Part III
What happened to Part II?? Um...I was being lazy about updating. Sorry!!
Here are the stats.
Weight loss after week one: 2.6 pounds.
Weight loss after week two: 1 pound.
Weight loss after week three: 1.6 pounds.
Yes, I have lost my first 5 pounds (5.2, total)!! As a result, my daily points have been adjusted, from 20 to 19. Somehow, I'll live.
Some of my recent favorite Weight Watchers recipes include Rosemary Roast Beef Tenderloin with Vegetables, Lemon Corn Muffins with Raspberries, Baked French Toast, and Fast French Dip. Yum, yum, yum!! Let me know if any of you want these recipes.
I've been lazy on the workout front. I got lazy about it half-way through week two, and I was only tracking walking activity points because of how far I've been parking my car from my building. But yesterday I got back in gear with a one-hour walk on the treadmill, with speeds ranging from 3.6 to 4 miles and hour. It was pretty rough. I knocked out about 3.8 miles, and burned 380 calories. My legs were jell-o for the rest of the day.
Today I'm having some friends over for a buffet-style dinner. One of them, KJ, is a friend from my deployment. I haven't seen him in three years, and I'm pretty excited about having him over. My two favorite girls will be in attendance as well (speaking of which, I got to feel Dee's baby kick the other night, yaaaay!!!!), along with a friend of KJ's that I met after he moved here with his wife, Chuck and Alyssa. Alyssa is also pregnant, but hopefully poor Fiance won't be overwhelmed by the amount of estrogen in the house.
I'm making more Weight Watchers recipes for dinner. I'll be one later to discuss them, and maybe share my favorites. 'Bye!!
Here are the stats.
Weight loss after week one: 2.6 pounds.
Weight loss after week two: 1 pound.
Weight loss after week three: 1.6 pounds.
Yes, I have lost my first 5 pounds (5.2, total)!! As a result, my daily points have been adjusted, from 20 to 19. Somehow, I'll live.
Some of my recent favorite Weight Watchers recipes include Rosemary Roast Beef Tenderloin with Vegetables, Lemon Corn Muffins with Raspberries, Baked French Toast, and Fast French Dip. Yum, yum, yum!! Let me know if any of you want these recipes.
I've been lazy on the workout front. I got lazy about it half-way through week two, and I was only tracking walking activity points because of how far I've been parking my car from my building. But yesterday I got back in gear with a one-hour walk on the treadmill, with speeds ranging from 3.6 to 4 miles and hour. It was pretty rough. I knocked out about 3.8 miles, and burned 380 calories. My legs were jell-o for the rest of the day.
Today I'm having some friends over for a buffet-style dinner. One of them, KJ, is a friend from my deployment. I haven't seen him in three years, and I'm pretty excited about having him over. My two favorite girls will be in attendance as well (speaking of which, I got to feel Dee's baby kick the other night, yaaaay!!!!), along with a friend of KJ's that I met after he moved here with his wife, Chuck and Alyssa. Alyssa is also pregnant, but hopefully poor Fiance won't be overwhelmed by the amount of estrogen in the house.
I'm making more Weight Watchers recipes for dinner. I'll be one later to discuss them, and maybe share my favorites. 'Bye!!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Weekly update: Part I.
I weighed in yesterday at 131.8 pounds. I lost 2.6 pounds during my first week. I exercised daily, getting in at least thirty minutes; I did an hour on the treadmill on Saturday and Sunday after drill. I'm already noticing one or two pairs of pants that are not quite so suffocating. I've been drinking plenty of water, eating lots of veggies, and enjoying the food that goes in my mouth. Cheese-stuffed chicken burgers, asparagus, carrots, broccoli, steak, corn, bacon-egg-cheese sandwiches, oatmeal, blueberry muffins, oranges, yogurt, Parmesan-crusted chicken breast...all delicious!! (Except for the carrots...I just can't dig 'em, raw or cooked, unless they're part of a roast.)
That's one week down. Woot!!
That's one week down. Woot!!
Monday, March 8, 2010
Feeling good so far.
Day Two of Change.
I feel good about today. I had another grab-n-go egg sandwich for breakfast, and brought a big bottle of water to work to sip on all day. For lunch, I had leftovers from last night's dinner: chicken breast (4 pts), broccoli (0 pts), and asparagus (0 pts) with a can of Coke Zero (0 pts). I did a total of twenty minutes of walking today, earning me 1 activity point, and did 30 minutes on a stationary bike at the gym, earning me 3 activity points. I finished up my workout with 15 minutes in the sauna, and headed home.
Now I'm working on dinner, making some Parmesan-crusted chicken breast (6 pts), fried redskin potatoes (2 pts), and canned corn (2 pts) for myself and Fiance. That leaves me 2 pts for dessert, and I'm probably gonna have one of the Weight Watchers ice cream treats sitting in the freezer.
I feel so motivated!!
I feel good about today. I had another grab-n-go egg sandwich for breakfast, and brought a big bottle of water to work to sip on all day. For lunch, I had leftovers from last night's dinner: chicken breast (4 pts), broccoli (0 pts), and asparagus (0 pts) with a can of Coke Zero (0 pts). I did a total of twenty minutes of walking today, earning me 1 activity point, and did 30 minutes on a stationary bike at the gym, earning me 3 activity points. I finished up my workout with 15 minutes in the sauna, and headed home.
Now I'm working on dinner, making some Parmesan-crusted chicken breast (6 pts), fried redskin potatoes (2 pts), and canned corn (2 pts) for myself and Fiance. That leaves me 2 pts for dessert, and I'm probably gonna have one of the Weight Watchers ice cream treats sitting in the freezer.
I feel so motivated!!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Off to a good start.
Day One of Change.
Started the day off right with a breakfast sandwich totaling four points. I won't know until I go to the meeting this afternoon how many points I'm allotted each day, but I still feel that's a good start.
Grab 'N Go Breakfast (from a Weight Watchers recipe book)
1 egg
1 tsp of bacon bits
salt and pepper to taste
1 slice of Weight Watchers cheese
2 slices of Weight Watchers whole wheat bread
Spray a 2-cup plate with nonstick cooking spray. Mix the egg, bacon bits, and salt and pepper in a small mixing bowl. Pour the mixture onto the plate and microwave on high for one minute. Place the cheese on top of the egg. Using a fork or spatula, lift the egg off the plate and place it on the bread. Wrap it up in plastic and go.
It was pretty tasty. If I get hungry between now and lunch, I'll eat some baby carrots; ten of them are zero points.
Started the day off right with a breakfast sandwich totaling four points. I won't know until I go to the meeting this afternoon how many points I'm allotted each day, but I still feel that's a good start.
Grab 'N Go Breakfast (from a Weight Watchers recipe book)
1 egg
1 tsp of bacon bits
salt and pepper to taste
1 slice of Weight Watchers cheese
2 slices of Weight Watchers whole wheat bread
Spray a 2-cup plate with nonstick cooking spray. Mix the egg, bacon bits, and salt and pepper in a small mixing bowl. Pour the mixture onto the plate and microwave on high for one minute. Place the cheese on top of the egg. Using a fork or spatula, lift the egg off the plate and place it on the bread. Wrap it up in plastic and go.
It was pretty tasty. If I get hungry between now and lunch, I'll eat some baby carrots; ten of them are zero points.
Back on the wagon.
Today I renew my Weight Watchers membership. I gave it a shot back in October, weighing in at 122 at my first meeting. At five-foot-two, the minimum weight for me is 109. I was shooting for 110. Then I went to Alaska, fell off the wagon, and never went back to the meetings after returning.
This morning I weighed in at 134.2. The max weight for my height is 137. I still remember the first time I realized that I had broken the 130 mark. I have never in my life weighed this much, and while I am by no means obese, or even really fat by medical standards, I have had to go up a pants size, and jeans that fit me three months will not go past my thighs now. I have BACK FAT now, and love handles...and MUFFIN TOP, ugh! My military uniform is feeling tight, too. I can't button the top two buttons of the pants; I only have one set, and my unit will not purchase more uniform items for me until I've been with them for six months. So I have to wait until at least April's drill weekend to get them.
At last month's drill, I failed my PT test. This is a first for me. I knew I was gonna fail it; I haven't done PT in a year. It was the first time I didn't max out my waist measurement, too. Thirty-one-inch waist; it used to be twenty-seven inches. I have up to six months to retake the test; the earliest I can is April. I'd like to get in shape in time to do it in April; May at the latest.
I want to be in shape; I want to fit my clothes. I was asked by a lady selling purses if I was pregnant. An asshole at work had made fun of me not once, but TWICE for looking pregnant. My stomach is almost the same size at Dee's, and she's five months pregnant. I hate how I look in the mirror. Change starts today.
This morning I weighed in at 134.2. The max weight for my height is 137. I still remember the first time I realized that I had broken the 130 mark. I have never in my life weighed this much, and while I am by no means obese, or even really fat by medical standards, I have had to go up a pants size, and jeans that fit me three months will not go past my thighs now. I have BACK FAT now, and love handles...and MUFFIN TOP, ugh! My military uniform is feeling tight, too. I can't button the top two buttons of the pants; I only have one set, and my unit will not purchase more uniform items for me until I've been with them for six months. So I have to wait until at least April's drill weekend to get them.
At last month's drill, I failed my PT test. This is a first for me. I knew I was gonna fail it; I haven't done PT in a year. It was the first time I didn't max out my waist measurement, too. Thirty-one-inch waist; it used to be twenty-seven inches. I have up to six months to retake the test; the earliest I can is April. I'd like to get in shape in time to do it in April; May at the latest.
I want to be in shape; I want to fit my clothes. I was asked by a lady selling purses if I was pregnant. An asshole at work had made fun of me not once, but TWICE for looking pregnant. My stomach is almost the same size at Dee's, and she's five months pregnant. I hate how I look in the mirror. Change starts today.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Setting the record straight...again.
A re-post from last year. I know Laggin enjoyed it.
Tomorrow I plan on taking Becks and Sayrah out for lunch, because their significant others are on the other side of the world right now and can't be here to celebrate this commercial holiday with them.
And now I leave you all to place my freshly-washed jeans into the dryer.
Happy Sunday.
St Valentine's Day is a holiday in the Catholic and Eastern Orthodox traditions (celebrated on February 14th and sometime in July, respectfully) named after not one, but several men who were all martyrs when the Roman Empire was still the big cheese in the known world. Stabbed, maimed, fed to lions, crucified, beheaded, what have you, for worshiping a guy who pissed off the Pharisees and ended up dead on a cross two thousand years ago.It's friggin' snowing. Which irritates me, but it's not snowing in St Louis according to weather.com, so that doesn't really ruin my plans. I want to go with Fiance today to the Science Center to check out the dinosaur exhibit they have going on. Something about a feathered dinosaur...google it. We were gonna go yesterday, but he got almost no sleep the night before, so I spared him and went to a wine tasting with Becks and hung out at her house all day.
Oh, swoon.
I don't know what Geoffrey Chaucer was smoking, but he is the one to blame for this day being all romantical. (It's a word in the dictionary. Don't ask which dictionary, just take my word for it.) He lived and died in the Middle Ages when courtly love was popular. I define "courtly love" as "pretending to be in love with unattainable members of the opposite sex". As opposed to real love.
You still with me?? A holiday named after brutally murdered martyrs in honor of horny teenagers lusting after much-older married women.
And then Hallmark was born, heralding the Apocalypse and the End of Times. Head for the hills!!...
Tomorrow I plan on taking Becks and Sayrah out for lunch, because their significant others are on the other side of the world right now and can't be here to celebrate this commercial holiday with them.
And now I leave you all to place my freshly-washed jeans into the dryer.
Happy Sunday.
Friday, February 12, 2010
About my hangovers...
...they're totally not as awesome as I thought they were. I was OBLITERATED Saturday night. I puked when I got home, and puked again in the morning, had to take Pepto several times throughout the day to calm my churning belly, and had a pounding headache by 5 PM when we headed over to Becky's for the Super Bowl. Fiance was a sweetie and took care of me. It'll be a while before I drink like that again...
In other news, Dee has confirmed that the fetus she is carrying in her abdominal region bears a penis. Because of said penis, Dee's husband now insists that he is more entitled to choose the name. She happily informed me that she has an ultrasound photo of the penis. Good for you, Dee. Now let's plan a friggin' shower!!
Tomorrow, I set out to buy a Valentine's Day present for Fiance. I meant to get it today during my lunch break, but instead went to play with my friend Branc's six-month-old kitty named Trudy who likes to sit on his shoulder while he walks around his apartment. I wish my kitty would do that...SoCo, that is, not Simi. Simi is too large. Branc related to me how once in the middle of the night, around 3 AM, Trudy decided she wanted to play, so she sat on his chest and proceeded to smack him across the face for a while.
I promised some recipes a while back. I will be posting those, I'm just too lazy right now. The end.
In other news, Dee has confirmed that the fetus she is carrying in her abdominal region bears a penis. Because of said penis, Dee's husband now insists that he is more entitled to choose the name. She happily informed me that she has an ultrasound photo of the penis. Good for you, Dee. Now let's plan a friggin' shower!!
Tomorrow, I set out to buy a Valentine's Day present for Fiance. I meant to get it today during my lunch break, but instead went to play with my friend Branc's six-month-old kitty named Trudy who likes to sit on his shoulder while he walks around his apartment. I wish my kitty would do that...SoCo, that is, not Simi. Simi is too large. Branc related to me how once in the middle of the night, around 3 AM, Trudy decided she wanted to play, so she sat on his chest and proceeded to smack him across the face for a while.
I promised some recipes a while back. I will be posting those, I'm just too lazy right now. The end.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Fun-filled day of action planned with the ladies.
I made a new friend the other night. Her name is Carrie, and her boyfriend the Sprint Salesman (ha ha...I'll tell that story one day) is a drinking buddy of the Fiance's. I'm gonna pick her up this morning, then pick up Becks, then finally Dee. I volunteered to be the driver today because we plan on going to a Corgi rescue place in the city across the river, and while in the area I plan on making a stop somewhere to surprise a certain lady who is going through a rough time.
First things first, though...breakfast at IHOP to celebrate Dee's new job!! It's a lot of money, a lot of travel, and we're all stoked for her. I like to think I had a hand in talking her into it, ha ha. After breakfast is when we'll head across the great river to see some Corgis and surprise some peoples. Then we'll head back this way so I can get my hair did (red streaks, red streaks, red streaks...) and hopefully get my awful-looking nails done.
So the east coast is being slammed with snow right now, which I'm only aware of way out here in the midwest because I have too many east coast "pals" on the Facebook and it's all they're talking about in their status updates. This morning I woke up to see about two dinky inches of snow, but that wind is not playing around. It whistled alllllll niiiiiiight and is now whistling allllll moooooorning, and it's making me want to punch a baby.
Dear Wind,
Please stop fucking whistling right the fuck now before I go on a baby-punching rampage. kthxbi
Love,
Dread Pirate Davi
Fun fact about the Dread Pirate Davi: Her hangovers do not consist of headaches, nausea, and a burning desire for death. They instead consist of a very intense thirst and a very, very, very intense hunger. On Thursday, I ate mozzarella sticks and curly fries from Arby's before cleaning off a plate at Houlihan's consisting of an 8 oz filet mignon, asparagus, and mashed taters. And I was still somewhat hungry after. Moral of the story: Hangovers are bad for my waistline and my bladder.
The end.
First things first, though...breakfast at IHOP to celebrate Dee's new job!! It's a lot of money, a lot of travel, and we're all stoked for her. I like to think I had a hand in talking her into it, ha ha. After breakfast is when we'll head across the great river to see some Corgis and surprise some peoples. Then we'll head back this way so I can get my hair did (red streaks, red streaks, red streaks...) and hopefully get my awful-looking nails done.
So the east coast is being slammed with snow right now, which I'm only aware of way out here in the midwest because I have too many east coast "pals" on the Facebook and it's all they're talking about in their status updates. This morning I woke up to see about two dinky inches of snow, but that wind is not playing around. It whistled alllllll niiiiiiight and is now whistling allllll moooooorning, and it's making me want to punch a baby.
Dear Wind,
Please stop fucking whistling right the fuck now before I go on a baby-punching rampage. kthxbi
Love,
Dread Pirate Davi
Fun fact about the Dread Pirate Davi: Her hangovers do not consist of headaches, nausea, and a burning desire for death. They instead consist of a very intense thirst and a very, very, very intense hunger. On Thursday, I ate mozzarella sticks and curly fries from Arby's before cleaning off a plate at Houlihan's consisting of an 8 oz filet mignon, asparagus, and mashed taters. And I was still somewhat hungry after. Moral of the story: Hangovers are bad for my waistline and my bladder.
The end.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Language barriers.
(I <3 Laggin, Monica, and Terin.)
Today I saw the following status update on a friend's Facebook profile: "WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA Press 1 for English. Press 2 to disconnect, until you learn to speak English. And remember only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you, JESUS CHRIST and the AMERICAN SOLIDER. One died for your soul, the other for your freedom. If you agree... copy and paste in your status"
Nothing against this friend, whom I've known for almost six years and like a lot, but I strongly disagree with this, and I am personally offended. My maternal grandmother lives on US soil. She was born a US citizen. And she does not speak a lick of English. And no one can make her, unless they wanna fly to Puerto Rico and drive up the mountainside she lives on and teach an 80-something-year-old lady a second language. By all mean, then, be my guest.
This continent was discovered in the very early years of the second millennium by the Vikings, who did not speak English. The indigenous population that was here before the arrival of the white man did not speak English. Cristobal Colon (known to Americans as Christopher Columbus) did not speak English, that I'm aware of. More than two-thirds of the continental US was once owned by Spain. The first settlers in America, period, were the Spaniards.
And the United States of America does NOT have an official language. In 1917, when the Jones Act granted US citizenship to all Puerto Ricans, no one ran to each and every Puerto Rican to check whether or not they spoke English.
Until further notice, my Facebook status updates will be in Spanish.
Today I saw the following status update on a friend's Facebook profile: "WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA Press 1 for English. Press 2 to disconnect, until you learn to speak English. And remember only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you, JESUS CHRIST and the AMERICAN SOLIDER. One died for your soul, the other for your freedom. If you agree... copy and paste in your status"
Nothing against this friend, whom I've known for almost six years and like a lot, but I strongly disagree with this, and I am personally offended. My maternal grandmother lives on US soil. She was born a US citizen. And she does not speak a lick of English. And no one can make her, unless they wanna fly to Puerto Rico and drive up the mountainside she lives on and teach an 80-something-year-old lady a second language. By all mean, then, be my guest.
This continent was discovered in the very early years of the second millennium by the Vikings, who did not speak English. The indigenous population that was here before the arrival of the white man did not speak English. Cristobal Colon (known to Americans as Christopher Columbus) did not speak English, that I'm aware of. More than two-thirds of the continental US was once owned by Spain. The first settlers in America, period, were the Spaniards.
And the United States of America does NOT have an official language. In 1917, when the Jones Act granted US citizenship to all Puerto Ricans, no one ran to each and every Puerto Rican to check whether or not they spoke English.
Until further notice, my Facebook status updates will be in Spanish.
Friday, January 15, 2010
How did I miss that??
On January 5th, Davi's Devious Domain turned three years old.
I originally started it to chronicle my Middle East adventures, but I ended up keeping those mostly to myself. Also, I'm not fond of the earlier posts, as they come off sounding...I can't find a word, but since then I find myself being more natural, being myself on here. I like that.
I dropped off for almost a year, and finally got back on to blog about nothing; meaning, anything.
Here's to many more years of this personal pleasure.
I originally started it to chronicle my Middle East adventures, but I ended up keeping those mostly to myself. Also, I'm not fond of the earlier posts, as they come off sounding...I can't find a word, but since then I find myself being more natural, being myself on here. I like that.
I dropped off for almost a year, and finally got back on to blog about nothing; meaning, anything.
Here's to many more years of this personal pleasure.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Web-shy.
That is what I have become over the past few months. I think it's a good thing, no longer being so obsessive over web-happenings. But I'm gonna try to blog more, 'cause I still love blogging.
I have a lot to share with you guys!! And it won't be in order, ha ha... Christmas was a quiet and lazy affair. Just Fiance and I, exchanging gifts.
Fiance recieved:
For New Year's, we went to the Hyatt in STL for some drinks and live music courtesy of the local rock station. It was SO FUCKING COLD. But we looked hawt. I wore what I refer to as my Marilyn Monroe dress, and I wasn't the only one who saw it as such; I noticed people pointing at me and commenting as I walked by. Quite the ego boost, thank you. Check us out!!
If I look miserable in the last one, it's 'cause the gin-and-tonic was not sitting well in my stomach.
We recently took in a temporary room mate. Jon was Fiance's boss in Afghanistan, and he got himself a job in the area. He's crashing with us till he finds a place for himself and his family.
A week-and-a-half before Christmas, we lost Fiance's grandmother to terminal ovarian and colon cancer. It was a shock, since she'd only been diagnosed the previous month and had been told that, even without chemo, she had a year. We got the call the 15th of December that she probably wouldn't make it till Christmas, so we quickly made plans to make the 12-hour drive out there. The following morning, his sister woke to find that she had died in her sleep. I wish with all my heart that we could have made it there in time for Fiance to say good-bye. He was a favorite of hers, and they were very close when he was growing up. Rest in peace, Georgianna Cline.
I've been cooking like a madwoman since we got home from New York. Fiance's uncle came running over to me during one of the viewings to share that Fiance was telling his family what a bad cook I was. I snapped and said to him, "If you don't like it, you can cook for yourself from now on!!" He sits around playing video games all day when I'm at work, and the first thing I hear when I get home is, "WHATSFORDINNERWHATFORDINNERWHATSFORDINNER." Then he has the nerve to complain about what I make!! I grilled up some porterhouse steaks on Christmas Eve (Simi the Spazmatic Kitty helped himself to Fiance's leftovers), and make a whole chicken for Christmas Day. Since then I've also been on a mild Puerto Rican kick. I made beef stew for that butthead in my new crockpot one night, but I've also made pollo guisado with white rice and pinto beans; white rice, pinto beans, churrasco (grilled skirt steak), and tostones (twice-fried plantains). In the non-Puerto Rican arena, I had my girlfriends over for lunch on Saturday and made out of one of my Weight Watchers cook books some cheese-stuffed chicken burgers and spicy chicken tortilla soup. They were AWESOME. Last night I cheated and made some quick spaghetti with meat sauce 'cause I had a massage appointment (DIVINE), and tonight I'm completely taking the night off because there are a stack of frozen pizzas in the fridge that need to be eaten. But I will continue to impress in the kitchen, as I've been doing since Christmas, and continue to allow Jon's and Fiance's compliments to boost my ego. I will post the fabulous recipes a little later.
Happy New Year to you all.
I have a lot to share with you guys!! And it won't be in order, ha ha... Christmas was a quiet and lazy affair. Just Fiance and I, exchanging gifts.
Fiance recieved:
- 80 GB Playstation 3
- Metal Gear Solid 4 (PS3 game)
- Ninja Gaiden (PS3 game)
- Terminator: Salvation (movie)
- A beer-making kit
- a mold for making shotglasses out of ice
- a mini keyboard for his XBox controller
- four shirts
- a DVD-playing boombox with a small screen from his mom
- eight books off of my Amazon wishlist
- Up (movie)
- The Sarah Connor Chronicles: Season 1
- The Sarah Connor Chronicles: Season 2
- The New Super Mario Bros for Wii
- a necklace with a diamond-studded charm that looks like a Celtic knot
- a black onyx ring carved in the shape of a rose
- a crockpot from his mom
- a purple plaid jacket with 3/4 sleeves from parents
- a shirt from parents
- toe socks from parents
- Asus Eee PC from parents (woot!!)
- bath set from Victoria's Secret from Becky
- The New Super Mario Bros for Wii from Dee (ha ha, she's gonna take it back)
For New Year's, we went to the Hyatt in STL for some drinks and live music courtesy of the local rock station. It was SO FUCKING COLD. But we looked hawt. I wore what I refer to as my Marilyn Monroe dress, and I wasn't the only one who saw it as such; I noticed people pointing at me and commenting as I walked by. Quite the ego boost, thank you. Check us out!!
All I needed was a well-placed vent to stand over...
We recently took in a temporary room mate. Jon was Fiance's boss in Afghanistan, and he got himself a job in the area. He's crashing with us till he finds a place for himself and his family.
A week-and-a-half before Christmas, we lost Fiance's grandmother to terminal ovarian and colon cancer. It was a shock, since she'd only been diagnosed the previous month and had been told that, even without chemo, she had a year. We got the call the 15th of December that she probably wouldn't make it till Christmas, so we quickly made plans to make the 12-hour drive out there. The following morning, his sister woke to find that she had died in her sleep. I wish with all my heart that we could have made it there in time for Fiance to say good-bye. He was a favorite of hers, and they were very close when he was growing up. Rest in peace, Georgianna Cline.
I've been cooking like a madwoman since we got home from New York. Fiance's uncle came running over to me during one of the viewings to share that Fiance was telling his family what a bad cook I was. I snapped and said to him, "If you don't like it, you can cook for yourself from now on!!" He sits around playing video games all day when I'm at work, and the first thing I hear when I get home is, "WHATSFORDINNERWHATFORDINNERWHATSFORDINNER." Then he has the nerve to complain about what I make!! I grilled up some porterhouse steaks on Christmas Eve (Simi the Spazmatic Kitty helped himself to Fiance's leftovers), and make a whole chicken for Christmas Day. Since then I've also been on a mild Puerto Rican kick. I made beef stew for that butthead in my new crockpot one night, but I've also made pollo guisado with white rice and pinto beans; white rice, pinto beans, churrasco (grilled skirt steak), and tostones (twice-fried plantains). In the non-Puerto Rican arena, I had my girlfriends over for lunch on Saturday and made out of one of my Weight Watchers cook books some cheese-stuffed chicken burgers and spicy chicken tortilla soup. They were AWESOME. Last night I cheated and made some quick spaghetti with meat sauce 'cause I had a massage appointment (DIVINE), and tonight I'm completely taking the night off because there are a stack of frozen pizzas in the fridge that need to be eaten. But I will continue to impress in the kitchen, as I've been doing since Christmas, and continue to allow Jon's and Fiance's compliments to boost my ego. I will post the fabulous recipes a little later.
Happy New Year to you all.
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