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Travails and travailler
April 29, 2008

So last week, when my mom and aunt visited, I ended up with some kind of sickness that laid me out for the rest of the work week. Amazing, I know, not being able to return to work after a nice long weekend, but I really was quite miserable. I would like to thank my mom and aunt publicly, however, for not only giving me my most liver-wrenching weekend in a very long time, but also for doling out the cash for an awesomely huge amount of raw fish at Masu (delicious, as always), Kell's (3 times, I think?), and various other places. They are incredibly awesome and we had entirely too much fun.

My mom drove back to Idaho in my car. Yes indeed, I sold my car. I was only driving it every 3-4 weeks and was paying far too much for gas and insurance (which was pitifully low, anyhow). I take TriMet to work and play, mostly, and walk/Max to the store. Ichi has a truck, so we take that for the big shopping trips outside of our neighborhood (Fubonn, 50# bags of rice, etc), and his vehicle does way better going over the west hills to the coast. So really, why need a car? I don't. So I got rid of it.

I almost regretted the decision when I had to take Baby Kitty to the vet yesterday in her wee carrier. Ichi was still at work, and not only did I have to break into my house directly after work (left my keys in the house), but had to hustle the cat into the box and out the door to the bus stop within 20 minutes. Since Baby Kitty understands what's going on when I toss the treats in her carrier and smile brightly, I ended up tucking her legs under and pushing her in. Her first bus rides (had to transfer once to get down to Powell) left her really quite freaked out, which was expected. Thankfully Ichi whisked us away and to the Greek deli where we picked up gyros and beer, and then back home to relative safety (at least for the cat). The whole ordeal really tired me out, but I'm still happy with the choice to rid myself of the gas-powered vehicular ball-and-chain, and just hope that I don't have to take her back to the vet again for a good while.

I've been rather neglectful of sc.net, as I've been writing elsewhere for a bit. Maybe one day I'll post links to the site, but for now I'd like to keep them separate. I have started up The Clever Chef again, so hopefully we'll get some goods going on over there as well. Updates soon...

A story, part un
April 9, 2008

After all the hype and excitement and the waiting for the good 1.1GB download (yes, no teevee here) to watch on the 31", 35 minutes into BSG and I fell asleep. I am actually known to do this, so neither I nor the boyfriend were surprised, but boy is that disappointing. I'll have to watch the ending tomorrow after beers at Tugboat, because, man, I can't wait to find out what happens!

I think I'm going back to the old story-type info for the blog. I think I once expressed the want to commit memories to some sort of medium that would last beyond my brain - the internet is one of those mediums! Thus...

When I was returning back to the states from Italy a couple of summers ago from an incredibly horribly horrible trip (just thinking about it makes me tense), I was in the Rome airport waiting for the flight to board when the need to pee graced me with its presence. Finding a restroom, I walked into a long empty room lined with identical doors. Walking down the middle, I noticed that most of the toilet seats were up... thinking that (as I had just seen the cleaning crew) the toilets had just been cleaned, I went into a stall and did my business. Stepping out of the stall and walking towards the sinks to wash my hands, I noticed a man standing at the sinks already, washing his hands and eying me suspiciously via the mirror. I gave him a strange glance, but I calmly washed my hands and, seeing another male quit a stall behind me, walked calmly out of the room. Pausing at the entrance to the room, I looked up at the internationally recognized "man" symbol and then over to the door opposite, where the international skirted-man symbol was held. I found my seat again and sat perplexed for the next 20 minutes until the boarding started on the plane. I guess walking into and using a men's restroom really wasn't that big of a deal after what I had dealt with earlier in the trip. Which will, of course, be other stories.