Here’s my first result from recording on my MR-8. I wasn’t going to share this because I thought it sucked, but everyone who has listened seemed to like it ok, so… here it is. What the hell!
Mama He’s Crazy (MP3 - 2.8MB)
I will more than likely go home tonight and record some more stuff since I now have the memory I need and time to do it.
10 MORE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I got up this morning and did my Yoga for the first time in, like, forEVER! I didn’t do it without some prodding from Jake, but I did it nonetheless. 
My house is looking lots better, and I LOVE my new floor. I finally got my pics arranged on Flickr, so you can see the stages of the different parts of the house. Go HERE and check it out.
11 more days!! 
I drove out to the house yesterday evening to take a look and got some pictures while I was there. The guy will finish with the carpet and linoleum today, and my furniture should be moved back late this afternoon. That means I get to go to work at the house probably tonight, if I so choose. I haven’t decided yet whether to attempt to spend the night at home or just stay at my parents’ for another night. I’m really thinking HOME. HOME HOME HOME!!!
So, anyway, what do y’all think? I like it.
I’ve always thought of myself as unique, weird, not like everyone else. What I’ve come to realize is that it may be true but not in the way I always imagined. The fact of the matter is, I’m a chameleon. Therefore, I’m - perhaps - not like everyone else in the respect that I constantly change who I am, but I’m just like everyone else in the respect that I behave like them when around them. To an extent, anyway. I think I always retain the core ME, but my patterns of behavior definitely shift to accommodate those with whom I am fellowshiping. I’ve often wondered what this says of my nature and whether it’s a positive or negative thing. I, honestly, don’t know.
I’m staying at my parents’ house until the guys are done tearing up and replacing my floor. Man, let me tell you! This has been an experience. It’s morning 1 coming on the heels of night 1, and things are “ok” so far, but it feels really odd.
I was sitting on the balcony last night, smoking a cigarette and talking to Jake on the phone, and it was like flashback city, I swear. I was suddenly a teenager again. My mom opened the balcony door, and it was all I could do not to try and hide the cigarette I was smoking and feign innocence. HA! DON’T HAVE TO NOW CUZ I’M ALL GROWED UP!!! Of course, back when I *did* live here, the computer I would’ve been sitting at right now was an Apple IIe, and the intarweb wasn’t in existence. (If it was, don’t correct me. It wasn’t available to your average Joe like it is now, at any rate.) So, technically, that means I probably wouldn’t have been sitting at the computer, anyway, so never mind.
*looks up at the wall* There’s a clock up there. It reads 3:30. It’s almost 6:00 a.m. *shakes her head* My mom kills me, I swear. I would be perpetually confused if I had a non-working clock glaring at me like that.
Alright, I guess I’m done babbling for now. I need to go wake up the child and get her little butt going. Then I need to check out the shower in this joint and see how horrible it is. *sigh*
17 days now… 
**tears out hair, screams, and runs away, leaving behind a small placard which reads…
18 MORE DAYS AND THIS WILL ALL BE BETTER!
I’m a packrat. My parents are both packrats, and I seem to have inherited the double-dose of it from them while my brother missed it completely. I keep everything. He keeps nothing.
I say this as a preface to a nugget of info I will now share about myself and my nature. My house has a very “lived-in” appearance. By that I mean, it’s cluttered. I tend to leave stuff lying around here and there for hours, days, whatever. Generally speaking, if something is not physically impeding my process from one place to the next or in my way somehow, I tend to just ignore it. I’ve gotten worlds better about this, but it used to be really bad. The classic example I like to use is the sock in the floor.
Many years ago, if there had been a sock lying in the middle of my floor, I would’ve walked past it countless times and just left it lying there, basically not even noticing it. This was because it didn’t interfere with my movement through the room. (Hence the “function” part of my entry title.) Now, I’m proud to say that, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve lost a great deal of that lack-of-care when it comes to random socks littering my floor. BUT, it’s not gone completely. There are still Christmas gift bags sitting in my bedroom with the gifts in them.
The thing is… I can live with that about myself. I don’t mind the clutter because I keep it fairly tamed now. What I DO mind is the fact that I avoid dusting and cleaning my bathrooms like the plague. I don’t mind vacuuming. I don’t mind sweeping. I keep my kitchen clean. I despise dusting, and I despise cleaning bathrooms. Therefore, I tend to let them go a LOT longer than I should. Yes, I’m ashamed, but… there it is!
Now, go about your business and clean my bathroom for me.
22 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Man, am I ever tired of feeling bad. 
I’ve had an almost constant low-grade fever since last weekend with virtually(*) no other symptoms, and I just can’t seem to shake it. Add to that the fact that, this week, I’ve been perpetually tired and laden with a pervasive feeling of depression, and I’m just not having a good couple of weeks overall.
Frankly, I don’t understand any of it. Usually when I’m depressed, I can narrow down at least some facet of what’s causing it, but I can’t seem to do that this time. I mean, there are certain things lacking in my life right now which could contribute to that feeling, but still - I don’t think that’s what it is. Maybe it’s just hormonal or something. Who knows?
I’m trying to decide whether or not I should go see a doctor about this fever thing. It’s not keeping me from work or anything, and it’s not keeping me in the bed all the time when I’m at home, but it’s certainly dragging me down. Of course, the doctor’s visit would go something like this:
Me: I’ve had this low-grade fever for awhile
Doc: Ok, let’s run a zillion tests on you over the period of a week and cost you assloads of money
Me: well, ok, I guess
***tests are run, results received, money spent, follow-up appointment ensues***
Doc: We didn’t find anything. Let’s run some more tests
I’m sure you can see where it would go from there. Perhaps I’m being cynical, but that’s just the way of things. Either there’s nothing wrong with me and this is just some weird bug, or there’s something seriously wrong with me that’s causing this to continue. Option #1 seems the most likely, so my practical and stubborn side says, “Meh. Let’s just wait it out. No need for doctors and spending money and wasting time.” So, here I sit, feeling like shit and not knowing what to do about it other than bitch here on my blog.
Anyway, in 23 days, things will be better.
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(*) My throat was a bit sore yesterday, and my nose has been a tiny bit stuffy/runny once in awhile - but neither of those really constitutes symptoms because they didn’t hang around at all.
First things first… 24 more days!!!
My weekend was decent enough, for the most part.
Saturday, I got all gussied-up and helped host a linen shower for my boss’s daughter. After that, I tromped on over to the bowling alley for my nephews’ birthday party, hung out there and chatted with some folks for awhile. Then I went home, changed into something more comfortable, and drove about 70 miles to my friend’s house for an evening of divination, discussion, and coffee. That was great fun! I got a reading with T’s new set of Rune Cards, and it was really cool. Spot-on, too. 
Sunday could’ve been much better, but it could’ve been much worse. I had good food for lunch, talked to Jake on the phone for a bit, hauled some crap off from my house, then took a nap. After Logan got home, we played UNO (I won this time!), Go Fish, Trouble, and War. She won everything else. *sniff* Heifer.
Yesterday morning sucked. Yesterday afternoon was alright. Yesterday evening was great. Last night kinda sucked. So, here I am again. My best time lately has been first thing when I wake up in the mornings because I know there’s a super sweet voice mail message waiting for me!
I bought a new cordless phone at Wal-Mart last night. I hope it’s worth a shit.
Today, I get to go to Logan’s school during my lunch hour for some kind of Eskimo Ice Celebration thing. 
. . . . . . yay
I’m depressed today, and I have no idea why. I might blog more later about the weekend and such. Until then, give me pity.
I know that, at some point later today, I’m going to smack myself on the forehead and go “DUH” because there was a simple solution.
To back up a bit, I got home last night and set myself and my stuff up to play with my new recording equipment. The only problem was, I had left the manual for my recorder at work, and I didn’t have a clue, really, as to how to proceed. I thought to myself, “Meh. Surely I can figure out how to at least plug in and just HEAR myself and play around some.” Well, after dicking with it for 30+ minutes, I still hadn’t figured that out, so I let out a sigh (and probably a few choice potty-mouth words) and gave up. I have the manual here at work, and I’m going to refer to it here shortly, so that I can really feel like a dumbass when I find out what the simple solution is.
On another note, if y’all haven’t heard/read about the new aquarium here in Georgia, you might want to check it out. I’m thinking I need to schedule a weekend to take Logan up there to go see it. She likes fish and shit like that. I just read an article about it this morning in Georgia Trend magazine, and the guy who built it sounds like just a cool-ass dude. He’s, apparently, the founder of Home Depot, too. At any rate, the aquarium is along the scale of none in existence so far and really looks like an awesome place to visit. Maybe a weekend trip to visit that and the zoo.
Y’all have a good day. If the rest of mine drags like the past hour has, I might just…. be bored.
30 MORE DAYS!!!!!!!
Despite yesterday being a Monday on which I was sick and feeling shitty all day, there was a definite high point.
I GOT MY RECORDING EQUIPMENT!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, I just have to read through the manual for the 8-track recorder and figure out what the hell I’m doing with the thing. I unpacked everything last night and assembled my mic stand, but I really didn’t feel like messing with it much beyond that and ended up going to bed a little after 9:00 p.m. Turns out, that little bit of extra sleep helped somewhat… for a little while, anyway. I felt like crap when I first woke/got up this morning. Then I got better for awhile. About an hour ago, I started feeling feverish/chilled again. I’m taking Tylenol Cold and hoping that will keep this thing at-bay, so it doesn’t get way horrible.
Logan and I have play practice beginning tonight, and I’m really not feeling much up to going, but I suppose I should! Meh. I didn’t even look at my part over the two-month break we had. OOH! Julie’s in trouble!!!
31 more days!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not only did I have to return to work, but I had to return SICK. *whine* I guess I’m getting a cold or something; I don’t know. I feel like shit, though, and I really don’t want to be here.
I don’t do well when my routine changes, either, and there have been some changes here lately. I hate it when days seem like weeks. Bah.
Well, it’s 1:05 a.m., and I’m up drinking coffee. I really should be sleeping, but… well, I’m just not. I’m sure the coffee isn’t helping any. I had planned on watching “Kingdom of Heaven” tonight, but I started it (again) and just didn’t feel like watching a movie. Instead, I decided to play my guitar and sing a bit. Now my fingers are really smarting because it’s been awhile since I played, and I was at it for about two hours tonight. It’s all good, though. I have a nice song list compiled, so I’ll be prepared to start recording once I get my equipment. YAY! Here’s what I have on-tap right now:
I Will Never Be the Same - Melissa Etheridge
You Can Sleep While I Drive - Melissa Etheridge
Spooky - Joan Osborne arr.
Believe - Sheila Marshall
Help Me Make It Through the Night - Willie Nelson
Blue Eyes Cryin’ in the Rain - Willie Nelson
I’d Have to Be Crazy - Willie Nelson
Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys - Willie Nelson
Dimming Soul - Michelle Malone
Georgia On My Mind
Bitch - Meredith Brooks
He Went to Paris - Jimmy Buffett
Guilty - Bonnie Raitt
To Make You Feel My Love - Bob Dylan
Angel - Sarah McLachlan
Me and Bobby McGee - Janis Joplin
Travelin’ Soldier - Dixie Chicks
Every Day is a Winding Road - Sheryl Crow
Strong Enough - Sheryl Crow
Blood and Fire - Indigo Girls (Amy Ray)
Mama, He’s Crazy - The Judds
Crazy - Willie Nelson
I Will Remember You - Sarah McLachlan
Songbird - Christine McVie
I Close My Eyes - Me
Not all of these are in really good performance shape, but they’re all fairly do-able. My guitar skills leave much to be desired, but they’re just a means of accompanying myself, really. If I had someone else to play for me, I probably wouldn’t play at all!
Today was a good day. I slept in a bit then got up, drank coffee and played sudoku all morning. After lunch, I went in and scrubbed the crevices and corners in my bathroom with Mr. Clean and a toothbrush (no, this is not normal behavior for me). Logan and I played UNO this evening, and she won!! Heifer. Then we went shopping at Wal-Mart, and she bought an EyeToy with some of her money. She’s all excited. Now, I just have to find the game she wants and figure out how to hook this damn thing up right.
My fingers hurt. I’m a whiny bitch. I should be sleeping. STFU!
I don’t know about other women, but I seem to have two weeks’ worth of PMS every month. This is something I’ve known for awhile (and part of which was actually pointed out to me this morning), but I decided to actually sit down and organize the differences between my attitudes and feelings during those two weeks. So, here they are. Yippee.
2 weeks ahead:
- ridiculously tired, regardless of amount of sleep
- listless
- despondent
- depressed
- generally blah
1 week ahead:
- gripy
- bitchy
- irritable
- bloated
- insatiably hungry
- overly emotional & sensitive
Week during:
- yucky
- in pain
- horny (yeah, go figure - this starts about day three)
- weak
So, there it is. This means that, normally, I may have ONE good week per month when my body isn’t wreaking havoc on my spirit. Fucking bullshit, if you ask me. As if women didn’t already have enough crap to put up with on a daily basis.
Sudden horrible realization… I feel more accountable to my parents NOW than I did when I was in college. W…T…F… ???
Ok, so… I was talking to Bane yesterday, and I quite self-righteously told him, “You need to start updating your blog more often!” Then I found out he had been updating it regularly for several days, and I just hadn’t been by there and checked it. Well…. heh. Ok, so I was embarrassed. My foot didn’t taste very good, actually.
I’m in a foul mood today but hoping it will get better. Being at work this morning sucks because I have a lot to do and am in no frame-of-mind to do it. Yay for being a grown-up. Is there enough cheese in the world for me?
The weather is horrible here today. Such a nice welcome back to the freakin’ workforce after a nice 10-day break. *sigh*
I don’t want to be here today, and I’m having a difficult time concentrating and being effective at doing much of anything.
Yes, feel sorry for me. Pity me. And give me cheese with my w(h)ine….
