it seems like it’s all easy and shit

I have just finished re-reading Chapter 1 in Neurology and doing the 19 chapter review questions.  Neurology is the class I took the incomplete in because I didn’t think I’d be able to keep up after missing so much of it.  I have to take the two exams I missed and turn in a 10 page term paper by the beginning of August when classes start up again.

So I have one chapter down, only 15 more to go.

Fuckity CRAP!

And here’s a quick quiz for you;  it’s A) Easier to study and read and learn when not in classes or B) Harder.

You get one chance to answer.

Dammit.  Neurology sucks it hard.

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Dear Spammers,

• I do not have any interest in exchanging links with your site.
• Please do not call me “Jane” anymore.  I would explain how important this is, but really, do I need to?
• I do not care that you think my site is very cognitive.
• I do not care that you think I do a good homepage.
• I most especially do not care that you just don’t have anything to say right now.
• Mostly I hope you roast in hell you obnoxious fucks.

Do Not Love,

Krissy Poopyhands

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Brave Lisa has a problem

By now, if you read here regularly you should know who Lisa is.  She’s been the catalyst for all kinds of monies raised to benefit cancer reasearch and the single person responsible for the complete overhaul of my back yard for her wedding.

This past weekend her sister, W, who is 27 years old and to all appearances perfectly healthy, went into the hospital with what amounts to a failing liver.  The doctors have run all the usual tests and have not the foggiest what’s causing her horrible bloodwork, but it’s not good.  Everyone in her family is scared.  W is the mother to two small children and recently moved, so her support system isn’t properly in place for this kind of thing.

Lisa was worried about missing the walk and worries about people thinking she’s a slacker, but I told her that women with Fibro who have been training for months and manage to raise all that money for such a good cause are to be respected.  And added that if she should miss the walk because she’s with her sister who is in the hospital for a toxic liver, I think we’d all understand.

And I bet we all totally do. 

If you have a sec, send Lisa a supportive email by clicking here, or just keep her in your thoughts.

Lisa and W,  I’m thinking of you.

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So what if it’s a month late?

Oma is in town from London!  Not only do we get to see her lovely face, but the arrival of a grandparent inevitably means more of everything; more good food, more sleep and more dates.  You know, stuff that grownups do.  Very exciting!

On Friday night the Troublemaker and I took off as soon as humanly possible and went for a long walk in the gorgeous weather.  We wandered down to Forest Park and wound up at a little Italian place called La Piazza.  We arrived, ordered a bottle of wine, and impulsively decided to go with the Chef’s Choice. 

Chef’s Choice, the Troublemaker pointed out, was likely to be phenomenal.  Chefs are much like Jazz Musicians, meaning if you say “Hey!  Impress me!  Anything you want!” they will; and oh, oh, OH he did.  We foolishly thought we’d get a four-course meal.   It was four courses, but it was about eleven dishes.  I gave up about the time the veal and the halibut appeared.

The capper:

Vanilla ice cream infused with a vinegrette

I’m telling you, the most unlikely mix ever that you WILL KILL FOR ONE MORE BITE OF.  Yes, I ended that with a preposition, that’s how friggin good it was.

We drank two bottles of wine between us.  We sat down for dinner at 8:00pm and got up again at 11:30pm.  Sometimes life is the sweetest it’s ever been.

I fucking LOVE a good meal.  Don’t you?

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Unfortunately, she is also missing.

Permit me to say, “HMmmmmmmmmm” and worry.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

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The blog Bringing Desta Home reports that they finally have.  They are now a family of three.  How exciting!

Bringing Desta Home is an adoption blog about a very special girl. Desta is a little girl from Addis Ababa Ethiopia who is in the process of being adopted by our family. She is an 11 year old HIV positive girl orphaned by the AIDS crisis. The names of all people have been changed for this blog.

Welcome home, little girl!

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There is a lot to update you on, Peeps!!

Seriously, there is mounds of updating to do and I’m going to try and get it all done today.  I’m going to have to put each of the thoughts into individual posts otherwise I’d wind up with one massive entry that will grow out of the computer and eat New York.  And don’t you think New York has fucking been through enough already?  I do.

Meanwhile, while I write, check this out (totally work and family safe):

 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Well worth the price of admission.  Take THAT, bear!

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Krissy: At age 46, you will become the target of a grand plot to overthrow the government of Ecuador, and be killed.

Suhweeeeet.

To predict your death click here.  Then tell me what it is, either on your blog or in the comments.  I’d love to know how you’ll cack it!

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For some new artwork for the next Speckblog raffle.  However, much like being pantsless, I am currently raffleless.  Please don’t look at my exposed, unraffled blog!

I keep wanting to start a blog to you, Peeps, about Wallace and life and stuff.  I’m currently caught in a holding pattern.  I don’t know why but I’ve been feeling sluggish and impersonable.  I don’t give a fart what’s going on in the world at the moment, which is shameful and yet true.  I’m sleeping every chance I get for as long as possible.  It’s not depression, just exhaustion.

The Troublemaker’s theory is that I’m still clawing my way out of the deapths of the last semester, and on reflection I was inclined to agree.  I’m still trying to find my feet.

In good news I got TWO As on my last report card; also that pesky Incomplete which I’m going to have to start dealing with this weekend. 

Bear with me, Peeps, I will have rants and opinions and stories and laughter soon.  Until then I’m just going to lay my head down on this desk…………..

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So we say, hip, hip, hurray!
For the Piglet and the Pooh
Piglet and Pooh we salute you
For deeds of bravery
And generousity
Hip, hip, hurray!
Hip, hip, hurray!
Hip, hip, hurray for Winnie the Pooh
And Piglet too!

 

But this time, it was ROO!

This post is in salute to my husband, The Troublemaker (AKA Roo), for selflessly and unblinkingly donating his win in the last raffle back to the raffle so that I could pick another name.  Seeing as we’re the originators of the raffle, and seeing as Susan Czopor is a close family member, PLUS seeing that we already have the most gorgeous piece of Susan Czopor art, it didn’t seem fair for him to win.  So without a moment’s hesitation he turned around and gave the win right back.  And it went to KM, which made everyone happy.

Thank you for your golden heart, Sweetheart of Mine.

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