Hodge Podge # 1

Hodge Podge is the title I'm going to use for posts that are about a bunch of things, but I'm too lazy or rushed to come up with a creative title. ;D

Some girl/woman has signed up to follow me on Twitter, which for the life of me, I can't imagine why. The list of people I follow is so eclectic. And on top of that, I'm a lousy microblogger. I don't microblog about the mundane. Therefore, instead of the 65 blog entries I have here, I probably have tweeted something like 15 times at the most. Dollars to doughnuts this person will get tired of me, just like the last person that decided they wanted to "follow" me. If they're not one and the same. Maybe, I'll link that page to this page or something like that...That way if they want it, people have a choice...If not, I'm no worse off than I was before.

Had to move some more doctor's appointments around. Oh joy!

I'm gathering boxes for the move I'm contemplating. And I have finally gotten it through my thick skull that big boxes are not always the best boxes. (ie. You have to be able to lift the box after you actually pack it. I guess my reasoning at the time, was look how quickly I got so much packed away. Then, when the time came to lift the box...)

I've got a viewing or showing for an apartment (however you refer to it) on Saturday. The property I'm really looking forward to seeing I have to apply for, closer to the time I'm actually moving in. I would think that would actually lessen my chances, particularly with apartments close to the University of Maryland-College Park as new students head back to school, but that's just me.

I found out about Slash what he's doing for the mute swans in Chesapeake Bay last week. That really tickled and touched me. He signed an autograph for me a long time ago. "Happy F___in B-day!" My birthday is in the same month as Slash's. Anyway, I never forgot him for taking the time to do that for me. (I think I still have it, if it wasn't in one of those boxes that got destroyed when the roof leaked in my bedroom closet at my dad's apartment. If it's destroyed, I may have to start up some correspondence...) I just recently found out that Slash is on Twitter. I'm now "following" him (That doesn't sound right. I wish there was a less creepy way to put that.).

While we're on the subject of guitar-playing dudes, I also found out what Micki Free has been up to since leaving Shalamar(I'll say it again, Unsung is one of the best shows out there.). Not only was I surprised, but I was impressed. (Man, do I miss going to PowWows. I've also got to remember to ask my rheumatologist. If horseback riding is alright again. Sometimes, I get so rushed or distracted I forget to ask all the questions that I really need to ask my doctor. It's sad.)

I also did get clarification that I had a maternal great-grandmother or a great great grandmother who was half-Chinese (Gran Lee). And you wouldn't know it to look at me either. I think that is so wild. :D So, now I know that besides obviously being African-American, I am also part Eastern Chickahominy as well. The puzzle pieces are coming together. I love it. To have a picture of Gran Lee would be awesome. I'll have to ask about that.

Another air bed has bit the dust, so I'm off to the store this evening to replace that. (I know airbeds are not for long-term use, but until I know I'm at a place, I'm going to be staying for a while, I absolutely refuse to buy a "real" bed. Especially since I will be the one responsible for moving it. I've found one company that says they will not only move my stuff, but drive it to it's destination for me as well. [I don't/can't drive.] Most things that sound too good to be true usually are. So, I'll believe it when I see it, I guess.)

Have managed to duck/avoid the older gentleman that keeps popping up in places I frequent and making me feel uncomfortable at my job (Complementing my appearance, touching me on the arm in greeting [being touched by strangers just makes me nervous. Period.], Admitting that he watches me...). I'm trying to find a polite yet tactful way to discourage him, and so far have come up with nothing. I wish he'd get tired of me soon though, because my nerves are shredded.

Not too much going on...

I'm stumped as to what to get my father for Father's Day, ...and the clock is ticking.

I've found two really nice apartments. If my medical expenses don't continue to rise, I should be good to go.

I'm waiting on an answer from the aquatic physical therapist. I also need to buy a bathing suit for this. I wish I'd been able to see the Fibromyalgia coming, but I didn't. If I'm really careful, I think I will have enough money saved to do everything I need to do. If not, I could probably take some money from my IRA again, much as I hate to do it.

I need to find out what the price of calling this guy's moving service is going to be too. I don't even know how to calculate how many miles I need for them to drive either. [I wish I wasn't so horrible at math. It has a tendency to bite me in the ass at the damndest times. ]

I don't think I'll be putting anything in storage on this go round. I have some stuff at my dad's that definitely needs to go though. I'm procrastinating like mad on it, because it's hard to find a time when he isn't there and I can work in peace. I've just started using the Lidocaine patches I've been prescribed, but it's hard to tell if the blasted things are working. From what I've read, they're supposed to numb the area, but they're not numbing a thing. That was $40.00 I could have kept. }:(

I forgot today was Juneteenth, as well. I've been looking at the date off and on all day. Not once, did it ring a bell. I'm not even going to touch why it hasn't been made into a Federal holiday.

True Blood is back on

I caught the first new episode of True Blood last night.

I was ecstatic about Lafayette (I'm not going to give away any spoilers.). I think at some point the series definitely takes a different path then the books do.

I like that Tara is African-American in the TV series too. It adds a depth to the show that I don't think the books have too much of. I can't wait for them to introduce the werewolves. Then things will get even better (hopefully).

Anyway, back to last night. The bratty, little newbie vampire (Jessica?) is getting on my nerves.

Arlene's constantly mentioning that she broke nine out of ten nails cracked me up.

I think the scene between Sookie and Bill was a little too much. You know, the part where she says"" in this breathy voice.

Eric getting highlights in his hair...that bothered me a little bit. Aren't Norsemen/Vikings supposed to be natural blonds? I also wonder what's going on in his basement.

Sam...I feel sorry for poor Sam. I don't know why, but I don't quite trust Eggs (that's an odd name/nickname). I think Tara is making a mistake. I wonder what type of supernatural creature Maryann is going to turn out to be. This kind of reminds me of 5th season BtVS, when no one knew what Glory was for a while.

The part where Sookie was boxing up her grandmother's stuff touched me. I still haven't gone through all my mother's stuff yet. Partially, because I don't want to do it without my sister, but I think there's more to it than that. I think that if I finally get rid of, pack away or donate her things, things about her will start fading from my memory, and I don't want that.

Totally slipped my mind

I got caught in two downpours yesterday. I also found out the McDonald's closest to my job and The White House doesn't have McCafes on the menu. WTF?! I'm in the midst of looking for a physical therapist as well. I'm also contemplating moving. All day long, I was at work, kept seeing the date...Nothing registered, at least not consciously. ( I was checking the stuff in my bag for water damage. My gaze lingered on that July 2009 issue of Vanity Fair magazine. Thankfully, the rain barely touched it, so I guess in the back of my mind, I did remember that my favorite actor turned 46 yesterday.)

Unsung: Minnie Riperton

I saw Unsung last night and they featured Minnie Riperton last night. I didn't know she'd recorded before she became a solo artist. I was also surprised at what they said as far as her other songs besides Lovin' You. I know I have Donnie Simpson to thank to some degree, because he definitely played other cuts from Minnie Riperton's albums, besides Lovin' You. After he played, Baby, This Love I Have, I knew I definitely had to have it for my music collection. I had a best of collection of Minnie Riperton's, but as you know, nine times out of ten, when you have a favorite artist, almost all your faves are never on just one Best of Collection. You have to buy a whole rack of them or (Gasp!) buy an import. The only way I was able to get Adventures in Paradise was to buy the Japanese import. Minnie Riperton's story really touched me, and in a few ways it reminded me of my mom. Needless to say, by the end of the program, I was in tears. I see that some episodes of this show are available on Fancast.com. As soon as I can afford it, this is definitely an episode I would love to own.

Spiderman 4?

You would think they'd know when to quit. (I shouldn't be so pessimistic though.) Maybe this one will be better than the last one (I can hear the laughter now.). I hear the villains are Carnage and/or possibly The Lizard (I'll look around on IMDB). Based on what I saw of Spiderman 3, I won't be paying to see Spiderman 4 either. Of course, if they want to be supercute, they can jump on the vampire bandwagon and make one of the villains Morbius (The sad thing is I'm only half joking here. I actually did collect a few Morbius comics. If they cast the right actor in the part, I would watch it. However, to keep from being ticked off that I'd wasted $10.00+. I would wait until it came out on DVD and I would either rent it or wait until it came out on cable. ).

My grandmother (paternal) passed away

I found out that my grandmother passed away over the weekend. I did cry, but I can't say that I didn't see this coming. She had survived a stroke and broken hip, but she developed Alzheimer's (her mother had it, and I have memory problems due to Fibromyalgia already, so I'm very afraid of this. I read. I play word games, and do other types of puzzles. I'm still very apprehensive about Alzheimer's though, because I think it might be one of those things that are heriditary. I didn't expect to have rheumatoid markers either, but those eventually showed up. So, I'll admit that I'm afraid. I'm trying not to dwell on it too much, because unnecessary stress can also affect your health, but I digress...). My grandmother was living in Florida with my youngest aunt, so I didn't get to see or talk to her as much as I did when I was little/younger and she lived in D.C. I'm not sure where the funeral will be held, or whether she will be buried somewhere in Pensacola, Florida, Chester, SC, or buried beside my grandfather in D.C.



I'm also a bit unsettled about her death, because I haven't dreamt about her the way I did my grandfather (paternal) after his death. Or the way I dreamt about my mother (possibly as she was passing.). I feel bad because I feel like her death is one that I should have picked up on somehow (and didn't).



I know my (youngest) aunt must be reeling. I'm not sure about my dad...He seems ok... I made it a point to go see him over the weekend (my conscience wouldn't let me do anything else.) I'm thinking about spending Friday at my dad's but I'm going to play that by ear.