So I hung up my stuff on my walls today. I'm slowly getting things in place so that it doesn't look like an inside garage sale in here. I need another book shelf to finish in the living room, then I can start in my bedroom.

We are having a Halloween picnic at work-I think it will be fun- I like Halloween. I'm also looking forward to Christmas- all the decorations out make me happy. I know it's way too early- but they still make me happy- I think the anticipation is fun. I wish I had space for a tree- but I don't really- and I don't really have any decorations for one either. Just random ornaments here and there.

Who wants to invite me for tree decorating? I think I could be happy decorating someone else's tree- then come home and put up my radiation nativity and 1 foot tree-decorated with earings and necklaces.

I promise not to vomit mucus on your Christmas decorations!

I would officially like to ammend my previous entry for the grossest thing I've ever done from popping a zit in my ear (it was really ick- I could actually hear it pop, and I felt the puss shoot out and logde under my fingernail) to vomiting mucus on to my keyboard- then then cleaning up the vomited mucus off my keyboard- I'll will count those two actions as one total gross event.

It was like somekind of alien/horor movie. As if vomit isn't bad enough- it was mucus from my rather severe sinus drainage. I was just coughing when blahhhh! There it was on my keyboard all slimy and smelly. It was all so sudden- there was no time to react- do you know how smoothly mucus comes up? It's like lighting- honestly. Lucky for me, very little of the bean soup came up with the mucus-the came up later, and not nearly as smoothly.

They keyboard seems to be alright, but my spacebar is sticking a little-- blame it on the alien mucus.

It's cold today. I could see my breath this morning. It was cold and rainy and windy yesterday- it would have been a good day to stay in bed, but taking a day off is not an option with this job.

A person sure can get used to new work situations quickly. I do miss those three day weekends in Bangalore- and now I'm only actually at work 20 hours a week. I have lots of things to do outside of my 20 hours of work time, but I can do them at home or where ever I want. That's nice.

I should be doing a lesson plan right now . . .

I thought I might have some interesting facts to write about- but I suppose I was just trying to find something to avoid the lesson plans- back to the plans for me then.

I'm online!

Oh yeah- home and online- I feel all fancy now. Sick and snotty and coughing and wearing my jammies, but fancy non-the-less.

I gotta go puff an inhaler.

Alright, back to the business of being online.

No news is good news- so my mom used to say. My no news is that I'm still sick. I've been to the dr. a few times. He's given me some different kinds of pills and syrups and puffers. The latest narcotic syrup, which has an unfortunate purple flavor, seems to work, but the actual allergy medicine's doing nothing for me. He gave me antibodics too, just in case it was some horrid infection-

I think I just wasted my $44.95 on those puppies.

I'm listening to Paul Anka singing "It's a Sin" which should be sung by The Petshop Boys . . . Rock Swings . . . where do I get this stuff?

Negotiation of meaning between second language learners:

Male Japanese student: “Mamasita!”
Female Mexican student: “You shouldn’t say that, it’s rude to say that to women.”
Japanese student: “Oh! It is? What does it mean?”
Mexican student: “It means something bad to women, like you want something from them, you only like to look at them.”
Japanese student: “Oh.”

Two seconds later

Same male Japanese student: “Mamasita!”
Female Columbian student: “Ah! Who taught you that?”
Japanese student: “(Names a male Spanish speaking student) says it all the time!”
Columbian student: “Well, that is him, he’s joking, but you shouldn’t say it!”
Japanese student: “Doesn’t it mean I think she’s pretty?”
Columbian student: “Yes, but it means more, like you want to have her for sex, it’s a sexy word it’s bad to call nice women that.”
Japanese student: “Oh! So if I see a woman and I want to fuck her I say it!”
Columbian student: “ah- well . . . yes”

So I finally gave in and decided that coughing all night, getting stomach cramps, vomiting, a back ache, a head ache and not being able to talk or breath was hindering my happy outlook on life. It only took two and a half weeks for me to come to this conclusion. I was sure I would just get over it-eventually. I was sure it was only allergies and I knew if I went to the doctor he would say, “It’s allergies, that will be $100.00- Thanks for stopping by.” But I gave in when I started dry heaving last night, and it felt like an invisible giant had reached into my chest and was squeezing all the air out of my lungs slowly- slowly- slowly.

I suppose I got a little taste of what asthma sufferers feel when they have an attack- as though surely death is upon them . . . squeezey giant and all.

I started listing my problems in the doctor’s off ice today- the nurse as looking at me like I might be contagious and realized I sounded deathly ill! Like, I might have bird flu or something! Then the doctor came in and said, “It’s allergies, that will be $65.00- Thanks for stopping by.”

So- not exactly as I expected, but pretty darn close. He seemed to be a nice guy. He gave me some samples and a prescription for some narcotic cough medicine. SCORE! He said, “Take these pills, this inhaler, and this syrup- and call me in three days to tell me if any of it worked. Oh, and don’t drive after you take the syrup.”

I'm not avoiding the blog- I'm not! The blog is back, but my internet is not. I've been in my new apartment almost a month- my how time flies - and I still haven't bothered to get internet. Well, there are so many other pressing things to be done, like, put my copious amounts of junk in nooks and crannies, buy more stuff, walk the dog, cough up a few lungs, knit, read, watch movies, make quasidillas and tator tots- honestly the list goes on and on.

Brand new on my list starting last night is wondering how long it will take for one of the low flying jets to crash land in the middle of my building. When I moved in to this apartment, I knew that I was close, very close to the airport, but not actually in any flight paths. Last night it was a little stormy and as I was looking up at the beautiful sky- the transparent rainbow, the grey white puffy clouds when an enormous jet came swooping out of no where (SWOOPING I tell you!) and blasted right through my rainbow and puffy clouds with an earsplitting jet-like sound which I would attempt to imitate, but it's no use, you can't read imitated sounds.

I thought maybe this isn't a new flight path, maybe the airport is just backed up because of the storm, maybe they are just circling, maybe it will all go away soon.

This morning when I took Buzz out for his pee-pee time the weather was perfect. The sky was clear blue peace- the breeze was light and cool, the temperature was hovering around perfect, the sun was bright, but not too hot and the jets were flying low-low-low, one about every 3-7 minutes.

I'll take a picture, but I'm sure it won't convey the magnitude of the situation- bother.