There comes a time in one’s life where one asks oneself:
“Self, why do I not post on my blog more often?”
The answer can be a multitude of reasons.
One reason could be because the blog owner has little to no time to post stuff on their blog. Another is that the owner doesn’t know WHAT to post on the blog. Yet one more could be because the owner forgets about the blog.
But an even bigger reason? The blog owner might not have enough readers to make writing a whole post worth the trouble. OH NO. I mean, it’d be easier to just contact the people who DO read your blog and tell them personally what you were thinking about!
Well for me it’s a combination of those reasons. Not that I’m gonna close the blog, I’m sure I’ll have uses for it in the future. Maybe I’ll just wind up looking at it in a few years and say to myself, “….what?”
We’ll see how it goes.
In late April I made a bucket list. And I’ve forgotten about it since. But thanks to a reminder I went back to look at it, only to notice that I can scratch something off! Whoo! Commence the confetti and sparkling grape juice!
- Fire a .50 caliber sniper rifle (preferably a Barret M107, since that’s what I know most about)
- Participate in a large scale paintball and/or airsoft match. I’ve been in one before (60+ people on a church campus!) and it was a-MAZING.
- Own a go kart.
- Own an Argo.
- Adopt a cat of my very own and teach it useful tricks.
- Adopt another cat of my own and teach it useful tricks (two cats are better that one).
- Own a Mini Cooper.
- Actually FINISH a game of Axis and Allies.
- Take a road trip from Milton to Atlanta, then Virginia Beach, then Versailles, Missouri, then Las Cruces, New Mexico.
- Get my pilot’s license.
- Speak fluent Russian.
- Go on a missions trip.
- Travel in a foreign country that will be of interest when I’m able to travel in one.
- Make my own ambient music (I have the tools, I just need the skill to operate them and the inspiration to make something).
See The Avengers. Hey, that won’t be much longer! Can you believe we first found out about it FOUR YEARS ago?
- And other things that are a given like getting married, staring a family, having a great job, and owning my own space station.
Sniff….they grow up so fast….
We all know how annoying it is to have someone pull up next to you on the road with their windows down, subwoofer cranked up, and the most annoying, bass heavy, obscene music blasting through the speakers. You might have even experienced someone walking around with their phone like a boom box cranking out similar music while they’re walking around the store or even sitting in class at a college or university. Because I spend a part of my week walking around a college campus, I experience this often. But the more I observe these people, the more I wonder: do they even listen to what they’re playing? Do they even care?
Bold claim, I know. Or maybe I’m just late in realizing this! But seriously, when’s the last time you saw someone listening intently to some form of rap or hip hop trying while trying to think about the lyrics, or appreciate the rhythm? I’m sure there’s people out there who do that. But as a whole, the trend of blasting your music out of your car or phone seems to be a way to simply gain attention. They hear their music but they don’t actually listen to it. I would say that this trend is the equivalent of a show of power or mating call! There’s no purpose other than to make noise. And very annoying noise at that. There’s also the thrill of blasting this obscene and crude music for everyone to hear. People rob stores and steal cars for the “thrill” why wouldn’t blasting your music be an excuse for the “thrill?”
And when’s the last time you overheard someone talking about some rap song for the production value or the meaning behind the lyrics? I’d say never.
Can you tell I’m annoyed?
I’m gonna end this on a happy note though. And what’s something that is happiness inducing? HUMOR!!!
Did you see what I did there? I made a pun.
ANYWAYS, the title is actually wrong. The coumadin’s time is as thin as it could possibly get, which means it’s completely gone. That’s right, no more coumadin! Someone get streamers and confetti and throw it at me!
I took my last pill two nights ago, but when I took it I didn’t think it was my last. Then last night my mom says “Wait, hasn’t it been a month since we saw Dr. Collins (my hematologist)?” “Oh yeah! SWEET!” And that’s that. Although I still have a spare lovenox shot and several pills left over just in case.
It’s pretty cool to know that coumadin was originally designed to be a rodent control substance. The rats would eat the pills while it was hidden in some sort of foodstuff, and they would soon after bleed to death from injuring themselves because their blood was so thin. Now it’s intended for human use! Interesting, huh?
So yup, that’s that. And now I’m really really happy because I can donate blood and plasma and indulge myself in blueberries! What more could you want?!
We own a 1999 Oldsmobile Intrigue.
Own as in paid for. Bought. Fully. Which is veeery nice. We’ve had it since 2001, so it was almost brand new. But of course, over time things tend to lose their shine, and things need to be replaced. As the Florida Summer heat began to bear down on us, the air conditioning decided to go out. And the window motors had burned out several months before that, so they were weren’t able to go down. Which, in the summer, renders is undrivable.
So we replaced it all. The AC system. It took some work, but now that cold air is ablowin’ and it’s niiiiice! And we replaced some window motors and fixed a couple more. And after taking off dashboard panels and doing some deep cleaning the car is looking like new inside. Ahhh, it almost has that new car smell…..
Except…for the fact that it needs a paint job. And they ain’t exactly cheap. Even if you did it yourself (which we plan on doing).
I have learned a lot of things over the course of my 19 years on this earth. However, that doesn’t necessarily mean I remembered everything. Some of these things I learned came in handy for a short period of time (I can direct you to numerous tests from high school containing things I never once needed after said tests), others I have remembered ever since. Because I feel like I should pass on these things, and because I feel like I should post something on this website for fear of letting dust settle on it (if you know me, you know how I feel about dust and dirty thi-SMUDGE ON MY SCREEN!!!), I will post some practical, funny, random, and probably useless things I have learned.
- If someone says that monitor is broken, plug it into another computer. Chances are it will work juuuust fine.
- If a doctor says “there’s no risk” then GET A SECOND OPINION. Trust me. You ever wonder why half my medical posts are there?
- Never trust a pirate.
- See that bag of skittles? I don’t advise you eat them all in one sitting. Because I must have some too.
- It’s better to be safe than sorry.
- Do a little background research on the people you make study groups in college with. You never know when one might be a creepy stalker person with a veeeery colorful personality.
- However, MAKE SURE you make a study group in whatever class in college. They can be life savers.
- When in doubt, press Up+B
- The best way to keep the creme center of an Oreo on the Oreo is to twist the top half before removing.
- If something’s not working, call customer service. You just might get a full refund even after warranty.
- Mac running a little sluggish? Hold Cmd+Opt+P+R at startup to dump NVRAM and regain a little speed.
- Just because your glasses are bendable doesn’t mean you should bend them. They might decide to snap at random.
- Don’t believe everything everyone says. ALWAYS ASK FOR SOURCES.
- French fries have a shelf life of 5 minutes. Unless you’ve mastered resurrecting french fries, eat them all and don’t bother saving them.
- Don’t try to hide candy from me.
- Wash windows with windex and NEWSPAPER. Sounds weird, right? Well it works!
- If you use a Windows computer then press the Shift key five times. I don’t ever use Sticky Keys, but it makes a strangely addicting beep!
- Don’t eat too much food on Thanksgiving. Chances are you won’t listen to me though.
- If you do eat too much food, immediately take a walk. It’ll decrease your chances of explosion by approximately 59.42333%
- Don’t always trust a single movie reviewer.
- Hit the deck first, ask questions later.
- Never ride your ripstik onto an overly-gravely driveway. Your elbow might not ever forgive you.
- If you enjoy dubstep, DON’T.
- Always have a cat handy.
- Make sure your picture frames are level. A level frame is a happy frame!
- Never forget your camera’s memory card. EVER.
- Always have a backup camera card. ALWAYS.
- Never get fizzy Skittles.
- Never get chocolate Skittles.
- Never get chocolate Twizzlers.
- Don’t bother looking for individual Skittle flavors. Trust me, they don’t sell them.
- If you know you can’t keep plants alive, then DON’T BUY A PLANT.
- If you know you can’t keep planets alive, then DON’T BUY A PLANET.
- If your soccer coach tells you not to mess up, then you better not.
- Don’t eat pork rinds. Because that’s just nasty!
- And last but not truly last because I might have more on another day: always ask for no ice at restaurants. Seriously, the drink is already cold, why water it down and reduce the amount of space your drink can fit in!
Wasn’t that just fun! I’d be surprised if you said yes. But I guess it’s up to you, my faithful reader(s). Like I said, I’ll probably get bored again and write more about advice I’ve learned. Aren’t you just excited!
Stanford Medical Center is incredible. And as a result, the IVC filter is finally gone from my body.
I went in for pre-op at 10:00, and I was ready for surgery by 11:30. From the time I was taken to pre-op to the moment I was initially sedated I was able to talk to the amazing staff caring for me (which is usually one of the best parts of being in a hospital). Word of advice: if you are ever hospitalized, talk to and befriend the nurses and surgeons.
I was woken up partway through the surgery so I could be told to turn my head certain ways and do some other stuff. It was really cool talking to the surgeons while they were operating on me! They would ask if I could feel certain prods and pokes, and they would let me know if I was going to feel any pain at all (which there wasn’t much of).
But when all was finished, they showed me the filter.
And then I cried.
Knowing that they had successfully removed the very thing that had given me such a hard time for nearly a year was overwhelming.
Well, “successfully removed” is somewhat relative. There are still two of the filter’s prongs embedded in scar tissue outside of my vein (because it had perforated through the wall). The surgeon (Dr. Kuo, who I HIGHLY recommend you see for all your interventional radiology needs) said that those pieces are perfectly fine where they are, and if he were to try to remove them he could severely damage the vein. Not something I’d like to happen. Another piece of the filter had broken off and was in serious danger of traveling up the vein and into vital organs. Had we not gotten to him when we did, things could have gone veeeery badly.
But, apart from taking some lovenox shots and coumadin for a few days, I am now free from the oppression of the filter. And I am happy.
Praise the Lord.