| A CALL TO ARMS! And legs and backs and things... |
[Aug. 7th, 2007|01:13 pm] |
My shoulder has made it impossible for me to live alone. Also, I cannot work right now and thus have no money. Therefor, I am moving back in with my parents. To make it easier on myself and James for when we move into the next place I am renting a POD container to put all my stuff into and keep it at my parents house. This will also make the move easier because there is no unpacking, just moving boxes and some furniture into the POD container. Here comes the plea...
I have one arm. Please help me move stuff into the POD container. It will be at my apartment building from 8/15-8/22. I will buy you pizza to eat. Delicious pizza pie.
Comment below, email lesley.whiteman@gmail.com or call my cell phone if you can help at all. Thank you so much.
[Pizzaman]
Matthew Wolchok
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| poo. |
[Aug. 1st, 2007|02:11 pm] |
typing this with one hand because my right arm is in a special brace thing.
that's right folks, my messed up shoulders got REALLY messed up. at least the right one. now i'm staying at my parent's house because i can't put on my own pants, open pill bottles, or even freakin' bathe myself. it's ridiculous.
i'm off work for at least the next two weeks and i have to see a surgeon about operating on my shoulder.
here's hoping i don't lose my job! |
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| The apolcalypse is nigh. |
[Jun. 15th, 2007|10:47 am] |
Two weeks ago, some skanky asshole stole my friend Jen's bike. She had it only a couple of weeks and was still paying it off. Not cool yo.
Now she's looking to replace it ... with a little help from the zombie apocalypse.
Introducing ZombieBike.com - because bike thieves suck, but zombies are awesome. Go to the site to find out how to get your very own custom zombie** and help her resurrect her stolen ride. You can also watch the livejournal community: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) zombiebike for updates and new art over the coming weeks.
Tell your friends. Tell your enemies. Bring on the zombie horde.
** Or custom anything else, for that matter -- she can draw just about anything she can see, imagine, or find a reference for. If you're wondering about something specific, check out the FAQ or email her at KillingTimePDX(at)gmail(dot)com.
GO NOW. |
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| go back to your country you fucking white American! |
[May. 30th, 2007|11:18 am] |
life has been going well. crazy amount of working between two places means no overtime pay, but i've been surprisingly okay with that because a client i knew from another place is a current resident. and why is it okay? for reasons like this:
"hey Lesley!! what would it look like if deer walked upright and had breasts?"
the entertainment is never ending with this kid. she is a well of imaginative shit that comes out of no where. makes the hours pass by in a quick fashion. so working the seventy odd hours in the past four days or so is somehow okay. or maybe i'm just so far gone that the parts of my brain that usually complain about things have shut down.
i shall be buying a ticket to the UK quite soon, just want to get the days off officially approved before i buy the ticket. so exciting! pretty sure i'll be flying continental and virgin atlantic. anyone have anything shattering to say about either? can't wait to go, i just want to be around James again. really need all this bull with paperwork to be over with so we can get married and live together and not have to talk over the internet to spend time together. *sigh*
a red and gold kimono with a faux-obi, black corset is on it's way to me as i type. anniversary present from James. so excited! now i need somewhere to wear it to, and maybe i'll get new shoes to go with it... or perhaps some totally Western-style, classic black patent pumps would be a strange but workable twist... i already have a pair of amazing Marc Jacobs pumps that might work...
please look at this if you know James (not you honey, don't look at this - I trust you) and tell me what you think as a potential anniversary gift.
he already knows the general of what i'm getting, and it seems to fit what he has specified... but can you see him carrying that? also, i'm having a hard time deciding on the engraving. thanks to anyone who leaves an opinion.
and now i try to make up for a week of falling in o bed face first, throwing things around and leaving them where ever they happened to land! go cleaning. woo. |
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| first you stir the cous, then you set it loose. |
[May. 14th, 2007|06:15 pm] |
well, as a day packed full of procedure and training goes it was pretty good. i was pleased to come across (wait for it...) common sense policy, as well as (no, what's that now?!) actual answers for practical questions.
it's like they want you to do a good job at taking care of kids or something. WEIRD.
also, after 12 months of employment i will be eligible for a tuition reimbursement program, that people apparently really do use - not just something they tell you is available. gym discounts. better benefits than employers have ever offered me before. all sorts of nice things.
and they are starting up some exciting programs i'd like to work with.
yep, i can see myself staying here for awhile. as long as my schedule changes - right now i have almost no time working with clients. i don't think i can handle that for more than a few months. i needs me some direct care! |
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| Sandy, Oregon has country music and kickass pie. |
[May. 13th, 2007|10:29 pm] |
Mother's Day has come and gone. Work was satisfactory and full of not working with crazy co-workers, so that was nice.
Drove out to Sandy with my mother, father and Gramma Cathy to have dinner at the Tolgate Inn. They have some kickass pie, yo. Kickass apple pie. De-lic-ious. It made up for the country music.
Then we went over to my parents house and played with the kittens.
Does anyone want some awesome kittens? They are Baz's grandkittens and so very adorable. Dewormed, FIV and FeLV free according to the vet doctor. They are about five-six weeks old, playful, using a litterbox, and being weaned off of formula. One male (referred to as "Numbe Five"), one female (referred to as "Number Six" - almost makes you believe in the Cylon God, no?). I'll post pics of them later. Maybe a video.
Now I cancel my doctor's appointment because I have to work that day, and talk to my hunky Brit. |
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| yanked from broz, who yanked it from debs. |
[May. 6th, 2007|01:46 am] |
i got one wrong when i first took it, so i tried to figure out which one i got wrong because they don't tell you. never did find it. so i took it again to post it and got them all correct. really it's about a 95%.
on the drive home from work tonight i almost ran over a teenager in a white tux with a pink waistcoat.
fucking prom season. |
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| well crap, that was not fun. |
[Apr. 29th, 2007|10:07 pm] |
today i called 911 when i began having trouble breathing and my lips, tongue and throat started swelling. accidentally ate two bites of a sandwich with blue cheese on it.
a firetruck and ambulance came and i had ten huge guys in the studio apartment while i sat on the bed freaking out, james was on the computer wondering what the hell was going on, and the cats were running around. they couldn't hear me breathing anymore so they gave me some epinephrin, by some i mean they gave me ten times the regular dose in the IV - it was a dose drawn up to be given IM or something. so i fell back and started shaking and i thought my head and heart were going to explode. that was fun. but i started breathing again.
so i feel like i've been through an old fashioned laundry wringer, but i'm breathing.
the EMT said if i hadn't called 911 when i did i could have died.
strange day. |
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| is it bad that i thought about tearing this place down and building a house here? |
[Apr. 29th, 2007|01:33 am] |
I like this job that I am currently doing right now. I like it because I am getting paid and updating LJ whilst talking over GoogleTalk to James.
It's lovely.
And when James has to go do real things and I get sick on the internet, I have The Memoirs of Catherine the Great to read! So awesome. With working overnights here up nestled in the West Hills, there are some really great views as dawn approaches, too, so that's a perk.
All in all it's a pretty sweet gig - it will be nice to keep it as an on-call job, especially to help pay for this. I'm meeting with the event coordinator on Monday to go over details and see if it's even feasible as a reception site. Oh idea - Doug Fir catering plus some sushi from Mio or SushiMaki or Meeka. A little out of the box, but we can make our wedding whatever we want it to be, right? It's nice to be looking at real life details, not just fantasy stuff.
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[Apr. 11th, 2007|08:27 pm] |
This time off of work has been really nice. New perspectives and all that.
So funny how priorities turn out different than how you think they will.
At least now I'm getting to catch up on spending time on the things I like doing: taking walks, spending time with friends. I've started a new collection of vintage linens. Really, I get to spend time with myself, which I have not done for a long time. It's good. Now if James was back and for good, then it would be just about perfect.
One thing that is not going well is my sleep cycle. It's fucked to hell. And I feel like I can't do certain things in the middle of the night because I'm in an apartment building. Vacuuming, talking about vacuuming here. Gah, I want my days back. I like the daytime. I was a daywalker again for awhile there! I'm not sure what to do about it, though, because sleep has been weird for me for awhile. I'd take walks at night, but with the area I live in...?
I'd rather not get stabbed. |
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| well frack. |
[Apr. 10th, 2007|02:18 am] |
two in the morning and i can't fall asleep.
again.
it's a good thing i picked up some season two of battlestar galatica before coming home from taking care of more than one sick person today. a wee treat to myself!
strange how a wee treat makes me sad and want to be either snuggling under the covers with J and the cats (not just the cats - they're all over me, it's cute), or on a plane to england. the plane trip to england would be much improved by the battlestar galactica...
OOH! F.T.L. jump to hinckley. sweet.
if i still had photoshop i'd make some BsG icons... |
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| yeah, he thinks that's funny... |
[Apr. 6th, 2007|03:19 pm] |
to post on my LJ when i leave myself logged in.
dear sweet tiny baby jesus with a halo, i miss James so much.
for his last night here we decided to go out for a fancy dinner at an indian place a walkable distance away on Hawthorne. the reviews said it's a dress up place. we were over-dressed, but looked a-freaking-MAZ-ing so it didn't really matter. the Bombay Cricket Club was so very good. the owner and service was awesome. when i go back i'm definitely getting the lamb shahi (which James got last night and i stole bits of) and i'm definitely not having that many mango-ritas ever again. they even had the indian lager he likes.
well, since we were walking (and tipsy from dinner) we decided to hit every bar we found on the way home and have a drink there. he tried all the american "whisky" he could get his hands on. i stuck to cocktails. yeah yeah yeah, pub crawl after indian food - not a good idea. i'm blaming the grief of his impending departure. but we found some really awesome places i've never been to in all the time i've lived down here. including one place we walked into and i wanted to just stay there and live forever. i'm thinking about putting a really bad review of it on citysearch so it doesn't get popular. all for lesley...
we woke up this morning severely the worse for wear. (things said this morning: "did our 12-year old selves take over our decision making abilities last night?, ow, my livers, i would drive to the airport but there are three of you still, did i really sing marvin gaye songs to you in the last bar?") i still feel sick. he's somewhere over the continental united states right now, flying away from me. but like he pointed out when i was laying in bed moaning in pain/crying over his leaving and he was doing all sorts of comforting things for me, the next time he comes here it will be for good. that and if i had thrown up like he did last night instead of passing out i'd probably feel a lot better.
we're both lightweights. why did we ever think we could get away with that shit?
ugh.
and the take-home boxes of leftover food exploded in the bag. at least he didn't let me stick my oh so pretty, but oh so expensive shoes in there like i wanted to. i also hope there is more lamb shahi left for when my insides like me again... |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2007|03:31 pm] |
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RAW ULTIMATE POWER!
never leave yourself logged into livejournal on a shared computer!
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| What I want for Valentines Day: |
[Feb. 13th, 2007|12:22 pm] |
Hey James! Forget the Brahmin handbag that matches my vintage coat. It's crap. Nothing I would ever want. I would never, ever well up with tears at the receiving of that gift.
*cough*
This is what I want for Valentine's Day, my birthday, Christmas, President's Day, or upon the birth/adoption of our first child.
It goes with everything. |
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| is it even a real word? |
[Jan. 15th, 2007|05:06 am] |
i fell asleep tonight waiting for anya and talking to james.
i fell asleep tonight with lappy still on and a headset on my head.
i fell asleep tonight dreaming something about a goat and this brilliant shade of blue. i was trying to figure out what to call the shade of blue. not sure if the blue was a long piece of silk flowing over the goat, or painted over the goat and part of the landscape. "DON'T TRY TO DEFRAUD THE GOAT!" there was something with getting paid. i remember a dispute and arguing that "even we get paid 18 levreus a month."
i do not know what a levreu is. |
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| ATTENTION ANYA! |
[Jan. 14th, 2007|04:16 pm] |
dude! i tried emailing you from a phone many, many times. i tried calling people for your phone number.
I MISS YOU! I HAVE A PRESENT FOR YOU! LET US EAT RAW FISH!
FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHY IS IT SO HARD TO GET AHOLD OF YOU? |
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[Jan. 8th, 2007|12:34 am] |
apparently radiohead may be playing glastonbury.
now i want to go to glastonbury. |
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