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Other recommended blogs: Amy, Calpernia, Claire, Gwen, Kara, Reise, W3bgrl-Auntie Solder.
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Tuesday, 2004.03.02:
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It's way way early morning...
So I'm known on a particular message board as Slash-Amber-Slash because I tend to sign off my messages with "/Amber/". That has somehow mutated into Amber the Slasher as well. Now, another member on this board signs her name off "~Name" (name substituted of course) and so she is picking up the name Squigly-sign-Name. Or, as I'd rather refer to her, just "Squiggles".
Now, I'm talking to Sianna and I'm
falling asleep, fading into unconsciousness on the phone and we finally
part. I'm half awake at this point when she tells me:goodnight Darth FaderOh geez, tanks, girl.
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There's nothing like working from home on a spring-like day, soft jazz music in the background and a warm cup of coffee.
Wednesday, 2004.03.03:
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One big disadvantage of me working at home is that I tend to spend a lot of time on message boards and IM. I don't know why. Maybe it's the illusion of privacy---all my data transmissions are probably logged by our VPN servers at work. I've probably become somewhat of a nuisance with the flurry of posting. There is one good side tho: my average daily posting number has gone from like 0.30 posts/day to over 1.00 posts/day. lol. Yeah, I'm a dork.
I spoke to my therapist this morning and we have a fairly upbeat conversation. I've been really positive about a lot of things since probably a month ago and it shows. She was glad to hear I wasn't the doomsayer that I normally am nor was I fretting about every little intracacy of transition.
We also spoke about me getting a court-ordered name change. I've been debating whether or not to do it since I really don't travel out of the country and for almost all legal matters I get along fine now. So, I'm going to wait until after SRS to do it. That way I'll also have my surgeon's letter in hand saying I'm anatomically female and the judge might be able to include that in his/her document.
I was such a pig last night. A bunch of T*s and I (who met years ago) decided to rendezvous at an Italian place---if I were born again I would love to be born in Italy or Japan. The size of the "small" dishes is overwhelming and the "large" plates can feed a family for a week. I got a small but sampled the others' plates and still had room for tiramisu. While everyone else took theirs home with them I proudly cleaned off my plate. Oink! Squee!!!
One of the things that was given to me last night was what may now become a ceremonial ring. That is, those little rubber "invalid rings". Marianne, who had SRS last year, gave me her ring with her name and SRS date on it. When I go in I'll add my name to it. And we have another person in the pipeline who we'll prolly give it to later this fall.
One ring to be inflated by all,
One ring to support them,
One ring to be signed by all
And for their surguries comfort them.
Thursday, 2004.03.04:
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Ugh. Not feeling good. Had pizza last night topped with crushed red pepper. I mean a lot of it. There was this finely ground Asian pepper that I lathered on the pizza because it just wasn't hot at all. And then I killed it some more with the crushed red pepper flakes from the pizza joint itself. That was mildly tingly. Yay.
Well, unfortuantely it came back to bite me this morning.
Let's just say if I were
going to be filming a movie I would entitle it
Porcelain Chariots of Fire
. Ow?
I think all the red pepper must have congealed together into like
a singularity because it was quite an impressive experience.
But like fashion, sometimes you have to endure uncomfortable pain
to get any sort of real flavor out of it.
Friday, 2004.03.05:
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So I fly off to see Jill this morning. I'm staying over at Steve's just 'cuz he's taking me to the local airport---it's nice to live in an area with 3 full-service major airports. I've squeezed everything I'll be needing into my carry-on bag and my backpack with room to spare. Jill leads a real laid-back lifestyle so all I brought were my casuals---logo tees, jeans, shorts, sneakers. She's all worried that I'm going to be bored out of my mind over there in the Sunshine State but I doubt I will be. I want boring. I need a slower pace, "downtempo" as I put it to her. I am bringing The Da Vinci Code with me and I hope to finish it by the time I leave.
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I'm finally at Jill's and it's really early in her time zone. I woulda gone to bed a while ago but we watched a few episodes of I, My, Me Strawberry Eggs. As I told her it's really contrived but it has its cute moments. I'm hoping the story will go somewhere. But, back to the story of my day's travels...
Steve dropped me off at the airport today, gave him one of my Bear HugsTM, and then I disappeared into the moving masses of people coming and going. I was totally early for the flight so I plucked my copy of Da Vinci from my pack and read a few chapters.
Two time zones and three hours away I stepped off the plane at Dallas-Fort Worth where it was noticeably warmer. I was munching on the provided "bistro meal" trying to figure out if it'd fill my stomach. It was horrible. I'm sure the "Purdue-brand turkey" and the Dijon mayonnaise they provided would normally have tasted good, but on a plain untoasted roll with no veggies and a pathetically limp piece of cheese (or was it?), I find it hard to enjoy such "food". But I ate most of it.
Back on the plane this last leg was a lot easier tho the cabin air was a bit more dry. I was getting blurry vision from my contacts part way through and no amount of rewetting eyedrops seemed to help. So I just closed my eyes and conked out for a while. But I was awoken by one of the rudest things in the world: crack.
No, I'm not talking about the happy stuff. No I mean "crack", as in the "vertical smile", the "great divide", the butt crack. Pure unadulterated Coach Class Crack. I had the aisle seat and was sitting next to a rather tall gentleman who had managed to somehow fit his hulking body into the tiny chair. And the portly gentleman to my left on the opposite side of the aisle got up to get his bag out from the overhead bins. Well because of that man's proportions required him to sort of consume the entire width of the aisle (and the other large guy on my right was firmly seated) I couldn't move out of the way of my impending doom. If it weren't for my flexible neck I would have had a mouthful of portly man crack. Ew! But it gets better.
So I get out from my seat, around this guy, and grab my bag from the overhead as people are starting to deplane. Because we have to wait for the people ahead of us to leave I ended up standing directly behind Mr. Portly in the aisle with my bag I just retrieved. Keep in mind I'm relatively short and this guy is quite tall, so I fit neatly under his armpit. Which smelled. Badly. And we stood there. For a long time. In the smell.
Tell me, what is up with these guys? Geez.
Saturday, 2004.03.06:
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Sunday, 2004.03.07:
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Monday, 2004.03.08:
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Greetings from afar!
Tuesday, 2004.03.09:
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Florida may be the Land 'O Lakes, but in my opinion it's more like the Land 'O Tolls. Jill and I ended up taking one of the toll roads today and it was like every 2 minutes we had to stop and chuck some more change into the toll baskets or hand some disinterested attendant more bills.
Wednesday, 2004.03.10:
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A beautiful way to end the day.
Thursday, 2004.03.11:
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A light breeze, no distractions.
Friday, 2004.03.12:
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Saturday, 2004.03.13:
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Sunday, 2004.03.14:
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Back from the vacation and it's just too soon. Even though the Benadryl helped calm my runny nose and itchy throat, it was tough staying cognizant the way home over the 7 hours of travel. Fortunately/unfortunately I had quite a bit of company on the flight back. I ended up sitting next to some older guys (yes, who are married and have kids) and we ended up talking almost the entire way back. In the process I may even have made a business contact...
I did meet one of my vacation goals: finish The Da Vinci Code. Man, this book so rocks!
I saw on a book list
that both of Dan Brown's Robert Langdon novels are in the top 10 books. I
guess people are getting word that Angels & Demons is also a good one.
After speaking with a friend he said if you like these books that you should
read Born in Blood: The Lost Secrets of Freemasonry. So, that's now
on my list.Finally being able to sleep in your own bed is a real comfy thing. As I wrapped myself up in my multi-layered soft comforters I drifted off thinking about all the cool things we did this past week-and-a-half...
Monday, 2004.03.15:
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Stupid allergies/cold. I was hacking and coughing all day but taking a half-dose of Benadryl really helped. Of course that makes my head swim, but it's a lot better than coughing. Thankfully my boss said working from home was an option so I took full advantage of that.
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Thanks to Gwen Smith for the link for the Urban Iditarod. OMG, this is hilarious.
Tuesday, 2004.03.16:
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I am pig. Hear me squeal.
I came back to work today to find one of my colleagues has brought a box of Nestle Black Magic chocolates back from the UK. OMG. Pure dark chocolate heaven. I've only had the box open for a few hours and I think I've already consumed half ... wait ... more than half of the top tray.
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Spent last night printing out photos from my trip after I finally got my stupid Epson C82 working. I didn't know that if you don't print full color once in a while that the nozzles will actually clog! I was getting very very dismayed yesterday until I read about how some guy had saturated the cleaning mechanism with rubbing alcohol. I took out the 91% isopropyl alcohol and heavily soaked the sponge several times. After about the 3rd attempt the printer seemed to finally start printing normally---of course, that cost me about 1/8th of my ink.
But now I have 9 new vibrant
photos on glossy paper to hang in my cube. I'm going to try to find a
few good frames for home and print up a whole bunch more......
And now for something completely different.
We did facials, hand cleansing, and makeup today. At work. In the breakroom.
One of our colleagues is a new
Mary Kay rep and so she wanted to do some demos today on us. There
were a small group who just went because, well, it was free. Our
colleague had out some hand exfoliation kit stuff, moisturizers, and
sample makeup kits. It was actually really interesting that I seemed
to know more about makeup application than the other women did. Then
again, these women are engineers too....
I got a piece of spam today with the subject line:
Hahahha, Little Pe-nis U HaveThis just made me laugh. I know we all have received the spam that tells about making it longer, larger, thicker, etc., but I can't remember one that actually tries to demoralize the recipient. And of course, in the body of the message it tries to "help" the user by:
Booost ur confidennce level & selff-esteemOh gee, thanks.
Wednesday, 2004.03.17:
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Happy St. Paddy's Day to ya! If you have never had Guiness or black-and-white pudding, now is your cultural kick-in-the-butt to go out and try some. Also, surfing around for some related things here is a short list of some phrases:
- Erin go braugh: (Pronounced "erin go brock") Ireland forever
- Slainte: (Pronounced "sloyn-chey") Cheers
- Cead mile failte: (Pronounced "cod me-la full-chey") A hundred thousand welcomes
- Pog mo thon: (Pronounced "pogue mow hone") Kiss my Irish _____
I finally put Switchfoot's The Beautiful Letdown into my MP3 rotation. A rock band with a message. Actually, I like the chord progressions---it's not so formulated like a lot of other stuff.
Saturday, 2004.03.20:
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My personal theme song used to be The Middle by Jimmy Eat World. I think I've just changed it to This Is Your Life by Switchfoot:
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your foreheadIn other news I almost lost this site. I think should be called Amber The Computer Killer. All of the IBM laptops I've had in the past 3 years have sufferred horribly under my command. The latest disaster killed a few critical system files which apparently can only be repaired by a system reimage. Since the most current version of this site lives on my laptop and it isn't backed up regularly I almost lost 3 weeks of edits. But, we got a way to access my old HDD and I'm pulling all the old files off. Of course that means I have to reinstall almost everything. Grr...
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes
This is your life and today is all you've got now
Yeah, and today is all you'll ever have
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger and you had everything to lose
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So, what's up in the past week?
Been doing a lot of running and walking because I plan to do a couple of races in the near future. I found a few friends who like to run and I used to do the cross-country thing years ago. I love long distance running among the rustle of trees swaying in light breezes and the texture of shadows over dirt path and tree root. The other motivating factor is I want to be in excellent shape for SRS which is coming up fast.
Met Kara up on Thursday night. We must have walked for at least an hour and a half. She let me lead on for a while around this college campus and we got to a point where we approached this dead end with a 6' fence guarding access to a field. I suggested we turn back the way we came but before I knew it I heard the scratchy thud of Kara's shoes hitting the dirt hard. She jumped the fence. What could I do? I tossed my water bottle and jacket to her and pulled myself over it. I guess it's a good thing I still have some arm muscle left.
Friday ended up staying out so very late with Amy, Claire, Kara, and Brooke after dinner with JoanB, Tyler, and more. We hit this pool hall where I'm so glad none of us were playing for money. Should you ever desire a challenge I suggest you check in with Claire who easily pwn3d (dominated) us in a not-so-friendly series of Cutthroat games. By the time we left it must have been close to 3:30a---I had to get up early so I knew I was going to be feeling it.
Saturday only allowed me 4 hours of sleep before I had to get up to meet Mina for lunch. We tried out this Japanese okonomiyaki-yakisoba place. (Japanese fried pancake things.) Mmm... Total delish. Then we bopped over to the local mall to raid the usual assortment of Nordies, Banana, Gap, Limited, etc. Actually, this was the first time I'd been out with her doing something other than running. Anyways, by the time we finished up it was in the evening and I was late for dinner with The Guys.
I ... don't know what to do about them. I just ... ugh. The Guys include Seth, Rod, Mark, Wayne, etc.---my old roommates and college buds. Really, the only one that I really hang out with on a regular basis is Steve. The others are consumed with work, new homes, babies, and video games. It's like the amount which we have in common is so little now. I just don't fit in there anymore. It's really sad, but if you've been reading these blogs for over a year you know I've been feeling like I've been drifting. Yeah, we're done. Basically they've gone from the level of close friends to friends to acquaintances. I'm just sad when I think of that.
Sunday, 2004.03.21:
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I hate tucking. No, correct that: I vehemently loathe having to squash, compress, stifle, bind, pinch parts of my body that want to naturally dangle. It restricts one's clothing choices, isn't good for circulation, and makes running very uncomfortable.
Segue...
Ran a 5K race today. It was quite a struggle to maintain pace and for a while I thought I was going to run myself sick---I actually got the displeasure of seeing another girl lose her cookies. Though I made it through without stopping I am quite dismayed I think I averaged 8 mins 17 secs per mile. That sucks. I mean, really sucks. My new goal is to work down to a 7:30 mile. And even that pales in comparison to what I used to run---about a 5:45 mile.
But, let's be fair: I haven't been training. I don't run every day like I used to and I've lost a lot of muscle mass. Having things jiggle and be squashed also makes it a different experience. I will, however, overcome these and work to getting in better shape for the next race: the Bay To Breakers. 12K. 2 months to train up.
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I am totally mesmerized by the MilkDrop visualization for WinAMP. I didn't know this but it has a setting for 3-D (red-blue) glasses. hehehee...
Monday, 2004.03.22:
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Um, you have to read this review on Jive Magazine. An excerpt:
I rarely buy things without at least some prior research, so the ever-abundant "impulse cash-flush" doesn’t overtake me very often. Upon seeing The Zombie Survival Guide come up out of nowhere, however, my defenses lowered. "Zombies," I think, "I love zombies. They kick ass." As a result, I cradled the book lovingly and sampled some of the text. My girlfriend glanced at me not unlike the glance she would give a homeless man fishing around in his underwear. Since her eyes did all of the speaking, I replied to them with a "shut up, bitch," and slid the book under my arm to claim it.Too funny.
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So I've been talking to a friend over IM and we got onto the subject of coming off HRT in preparation for SRS. She was saying she lost a substantial bit of boobage. (Yes, I've known about this for years.) Anyways so I was complaining to her:
Me: they shrunk that much?I'm so screwed. And I don't mean that in the good way either.
Me: w-w-what were they before you went off hrt?
Friend: AA/A
Friend: No micro AA
Friend: Or it feels like that.
Me: geez.
Me: that does not bode well
Me: i'm like AA.
Me: lol.
Me: "And now we join Amber as she ceases HRT."
Me: "The crowd is silent...off comes the patch."
Me: "Wait..."
Me: "...is that a hissing noise?"
Friend: lol
Friend: aweww
Me: "OH MY GOSH! HER AA TEACUPS ARE LOSING MASS!"
Me: "NO! THEY'RE LIKE PANCAKES NOW!"
Me: "This is too much! The horror! The humanity!"
Friend: awwww
Me: *sniff*
Me: ... my pancakes ...
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But let's talk reality, please?
A friend just got back from her surgery (SRS) and she claims that very first week post-op was the worst week of her life. She's had intolerable pain, nerve damage, profuse bleeding, can't stand for more than a short bit, a urinary tract infection (UTI), and more. This is coming from a reputable surgeon as well. She made it through the procedure and is now recovering at home but it has been more than a normal ordeal that you'd expect.
What does this go to prove? That even in the hands of the best you can have complications. Each person varies and there truly is risk involved. As I'm eyeing my fast-approaching date I begin to think about mortality issues a little. This is serious stuff and should be respected for what it is: major surgery. Are you willing to endure this for personal peace? Think twice before starting that first HRT pill.
Tuesday, 2004.03.23:
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A friend pointed out countertenor information. Very interesting. I'm looking for applications of the singing technique to MTF voice training...
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I just ran the numbers for my Paid Time Off (PTO)---personally accrued time-off-work days. If I work this right I will be able to take about 5+ weeks off of work, still get paid full wages, and even end up with a balance of about 8 days of PTO. So if I need that extra 6th week I can still avoid taking unpaid leave. Now only if I can avoid getting laid off in the process...
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This is totally nerdy but I'm looking forward to Perl 6. I am amused by some of the comments on the new operator handling:
- Binary => is no longer just a "fancy comma."
- However, ... as a term is the "yada, yada, yada" operator, which is used as the body in function prototypes.
Wednesday, 2004.03.24:
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Mmm... my new morning drink is "Amber's Chocofee":
- 5 oz. Irish cream flavored coffee
- 1 tsp. granulated sugar
- 2 packs creamer
- 1 tbsp. hot cocoa mix (w/ sugar)
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Another random IM conversation:
Her: so whats is your running schedule?...
Her: I hope you are giving yourself time to work up to this long distance stuff
Me: of course. i'm a seasoned runner. i'm just un-seasoned right now.
Me: i plan to use a bit of garlic, rosemary, and paprika... *ahem*
Her: lol
Her: mm garlic butter
Her: you sauted in butter
Her: with chives and sour cream
Her: served on a healthy bed of rice
Me: yeayea...to a horde of salivating guys.
Me: yeah, they'd rip me to shreds.
Her: hehe
Me: or they'd try. but then i would quickly serenade them and capture their souls. then, with my newfound army, i'd take over the world. if you want a cabinet position i'm sure we can work something out...
Her: oh?
Her: as what? Court Jester?
Me: or the Dungeon Master. personally i think the latter would be more personally rewarding. we have a great benefits plan including RSI testing. if you're doing a lot of torturing it would be terrible to have to take disability leave.
XPath, XML, DTD, DOM, J2SE, SOAP. Acronyms which I'm mired in right now but hopefully may become saleable skills. I'm trying to build a server-client web service architecture to loosely bind two disparate systems. It's OK I guess, but a bit of setup. And poring over this documentation is just time-consuming. Ugh. But I have to stay current and I feel I've fallen so far behind in my engineering sk1lLz I need to keep up or change careers. Then again, I do plan on pursuing a different career path.
Thursday, 2004.03.25:
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I am strangely amused at the city layouts of, say, London and Sacramento (California's captial). In comparing the two, both have winding rivers running through them. But London's road system looks like someone took their fist and punched it against a glass pane a few dozen times. On the other hand Sacramento looks like a piece of fabric just having come off the loom. Of course, Sacramento was built centuries after the London area...
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What do I want to do post-op? I'm really sort of bored with my job. One thing I have always asked of my bosses is that I have a creative outlet on the job. But the current environment is all about bug fixes and performance tweaks. Very little is done on GUI improvements, true brainstorming, and style. Maybe it really is time for a career change. At the same time, the stability of the money is pretty good right now.
But.
Perhaps I have enough skills to jump tracks to something else. What are my strengths? Programming. Organization. Art. Music. User interfaces. A natural progression of these is something having to do with the entertainment industry. Funny, the reason I got into programming was computer gaming---which just happens to combine all of the above. Hm.
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Totally unrelated to anything above, I've been in a quest to find out how many languages I can say "cheers" in. Well today, through no particular random occurrences, we got onto a conversation of how to say "your dog is on fire" in other languages. I only got two reliable translations:
- French: Votre chien brûle.
- Spanish: Tu perro está quemando.
Friday, 2004.03.26:
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For your Friday amusement take a look at Chris Sells' web site featuring the Microsoft Interview Questions. Some of my favorites:
- How would you design a coffee-machine for an automobile.
- If you had an infinite supply of water and a 5 quart and 3 quart pail, how would you measure exactly 4 quarts?
- You have been assigned to design Bill Gates bathroom. Naturally, cost is not a consideration. You may not speak to Bill.
- How would you explain how to use Microsoft Excel to your grandma?
Saturday, 2004.03.27:
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Totally bored this morning so I decided to go for a long walk. I hit this park whree I was going to take my camera and shoot some pictures. The weather forecasters said the overcast skies would change to partly cloudy and I wanted to be on the highest peak when the clouds cleared. So I start hiking up the winding pathway when I think about what's in my backpack for a second: water bottle ... purse ... tripod ... hm, camera? I couldn't have...? I stopped, opened the pack, and realized my mistake. Doh. No camera!!! Grr!!! My shoulders sagged in personal humiliation and I hit myself upside the head since there was no one else around to do that favor for me. So I took a shortcut back down from the hill and went through a farm that lies at the bottom of the hill. It was cool: they had most of the animals out in the open and some of the gardeners had the main garden open---something I've never seen because it is usually closed when I go there. But they say they'll be giving tours in a month about once a month.
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I opened up a bunch of letters today and found out some of my old credit cards were still active. Eh? So, I called them up to cancel the ones I don't use any more. I didn't bother to change voice or anything, I was using my old name, and I figured since today was a Bad Girl Voice Day (BGVD) that they'd think of me as a guy anyways. Well, not quite. Apparently even when I'm having a really bad day the voice is still passable...?
Them: Hello, thank you for waiting. How may I assist you?OK. This is just disturbing. One, I thought my voice sounded like a burly lumberjack bound and gagged with a towel. Two, my male name is plainly obviously male. Three, well, I can't think of a "three" but you know what I mean. It's just ... how in the world can people mistake me? But, I guess, this is a good problem to have in my situation.
Me: Hi, um, I would like to cancel this credit card.
May I ask why? We have 0% on balance transfers and a 4.9% on cash advances...?
No, that's OK. I would still prefer to close the account.
Ok, Miss, may I have your full name?
... um ... it's first name Andrew, last name Chan.
Thank you Ms. Chan. One moment while I pull up your account.
... t-thanks.
(I thought you'd enjoy this.)
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Pulled my Ibanez and my DigiTech stomp box from my closet and did a little guitar improv. I love making music. I should really try for some more rock-like sound.
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My roomie and I watched the episode from Season 5 of Sex and the City where they're talking about breasts. I couldn't help but be a little jealous because my poor little almost-pancakes are much smaller than I'd like them to be. I know I'm not trying to say I want large breasts, no, but at least a solid A would be nice, if not almost B on my frame. I've had virtually no nipple development as well. You could say I'm feeling a little behind the curve there. Yes, I understand that everyone develops differently and the time it takes to develop varies. I just would like to see some real solid improvement. One thing I've never had are growth pains in my breasts---my doc says that's actually a good sign. I don't know. I guess we'll see after SRS how things pan out.
Sunday, 2004.03.28:
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Oh, it burns! I'm going to be so sore tomorrow!
I mean when it first went in it was fine and felt nice. I was rocking and rolling for a while too. Then the friction became too intense but I didn't want to stop moving! The up and down and up and down. So many minutes passed it seemed like forever. I noticed I was getting some real hot spots and soreness. It was more pain than pleasure at that point. Even though we slowed down the pace a few times it was still too much for me and I felt like I was being rubbed raw. I guess I'll be walking funny for a couple days. Why must something like this that should be so good hurt so bad!
But when we finally got to Claire's apartment I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.
I now hate wearing high-heel sandal types walking the steep inclined hills of the city streets. At first walking was OK, but the constant motion just got irritating. My feet are killing me, blisters and all. It didn't help that I went for an extra long run this morning.
hehehe...
Kara, Claire, and I met up for lunch and to just diddle around before heading over to meet up a few people across the bay. We ended up having to walk all these hills and I was so not wearing athletic-compatible footwear. (But I think it looked better with the other stuff I was wearing.) It is only a few days now for this girl before she goes in for FFS and so we decided to have some yummylicious Chicago-style pizza. It lived up to its yummylicious expectations---a little heavy on the tomatoes, though. We also spent a long time talking over dessert. We're hoping for the best for our pre-FFS friend! Yay!
So at the end of the day I stopped by a grocery store and I bought a drink for the drive home. The cashier hands me my change and I thought he said something like, "here's your change, Beautiful." Uh. Huh? I wasn't sure what he really said. Anyways, so I wished him a good night as I left the stand and he most definitely said, "you too, Beautiful." Oh geez. What a lech.
Monday, 2004.03.29:
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What Are Little Ambers Made Of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice!
That's what little Ambers are made of.
Wednesday, 2004.03.31:
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Cool. I found a friend's site using RSS 2.0 so I figured what the heck? Now Amberspace has an XML feed for you. It currently only contains the last Semi-Daily Blog entry.
(Use the URL: http://www.sianna.com/users/amber/blogdaily.xml.)
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