we haven't had to deal with many ant attacks lately ~ a blessing, since our house is officially on the market and last i checked, legions of tiny bugs are not attractive to potential buyers.
saturday night i had a terrible nightmare ~ probably brought on by reading a cracked.com article called "the 5 most horrifying bugs in the world". should have seen that one coming... there were ants. huge brown ones with hard shells that screamed and attacked me. and it was dark. i fought them off with raid (merely angering them further), holding a candle for light. until my hair caught fire from the candle.
i woke up in a cold sweat, stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for church ... and the bathtub was crawling with ants. (ok, there were only 6, but still...)
as sung by little children in the chorus of p.o.d.'s sobering elegy (or perhaps eulogy?) that passionately documents a range of the "poster child" problems of the millenial generation.
equally poignant is the recently published "100 young americans", a photo-documentary of american youth spanning all 50 states. (with the usual bias toward the easternmost quarter of the nation. dratted easterners.) the goal of photographer and project director michael franzini was to present as completely as possible the diversity of american youth culture in 100 photographic and brief biographical portraits. he chose his subjects to closely follow census data ~ he based his choices on hours of research, study, and ultimately, a whole lot of randomness.
i don't know that he succeeded in his goal, but ... i don't know if success (as he defined it) was possible. postmodernism defies posterchildren. personhood cannot be classified. (kingdom: human, phylum: teen, class: goth, order: vampire, family...)
i, a youth of the nation, refuse to be represented.
so between joel starting classes and the craziness of preparing our house for "the market" ... i totally forgot to post about my random er visit last wednesday. i figured it would be a nice way to kick off the new year ~ it's been almost 4 months since my last chat with emergency personnel and we were due for a reunion.
sarcasm aside, i really have had a disproportionate number of unusual hospital experiences in the last few years. 2 years ago i had surgery on my wrist joint for a condition caused by playing the piano and flute too much. a few months later i was in the er with very swollen, painful lymph nodes on my neck: mumps. (yes, i had my mmr vaccine. no, i don't know how it happened.) then there was the whole run over by a truck episode this last fall.
this time it was vitamins. the mutant vitamin/supplement of death and sneezing! i bought a new vitamin/supplement from wild oats (it had lots of healthy sounding herbs that i didn't recognize ~ big mistake). i started taking it last monday, and wednesday i exploded. i started innocuously ~ sneezing and runny nose in the morning. by early afternoon the right side of my face was swollen and i could hardly breathe.
so i went to the hospital, got some anti-"death-by-allergies" shots in my tush (indignity of all indignities) ... and spent the evening with a vitamin induced migraine.
i had never seen a hockey game until sunday night. they really do fight.
we saw the portland winterhawks (minor league hockey) take on the everett, washington somethings (like i remember their name). and lose 5-0. but ... we sat one row up from the media. the guy who was keeping stats was checking football scores every few minutes, so at the end of the 2nd period i passed him a note asking about the score of the giants-cowboys game.
apparently i broke rule #1: don't ask about football scores at hockey games.
but the giants won!!!!! ... because jessica simpson's boy-toy cracked under pressure for the 2nd year in a row!!! i am elated.
i bet that guy at the hockey game was a cowboys fan.
on saturday we went skiing! (i did really good ~ though I should have stopped sooner.) yesterday we saw becky vestal for the last time before she goes back to school in pennsylvania. today is joel's first day of his career as a medical student. (well, pre-med.) tomorrow is tuesday. i have nothing interesting to say about tuesday. wednesday we put our house on the market. thursday will be 15 weeks since my foot was run over. i'm still limping, have to be careful, etc, but i'm doing good. :) friday will be the first day this week that joel doesn't have classes. saturday he has a biology lab. in the morning. :P
"... and master of none" ... so the saying goes. and my name's not really jill, either.
i'm a sunshine-oholic living in the pacific nw, a daydreamer in a home office, a student not at school, a tea lover working at starbucks, and a homesteader born 130 years too late. i teach music, take pictures, burn myself in the kitchen, and love my hardworking husband! i'm anti-cool, anti-phone, and anti-january; pro-bookstore, pro-helvetica, and pro-penguin. mostly, i'm a daughter of god and joel's best friend.