When you type www.a in your address bar, what do you get?
What about www.b, www.c, www.d, etcetera?
I think you can probably learn a lot about a person by whatever links are in their history.
Here's mine
http://www.advancedwls.com
http://www.bbay.com
http://www.celiac.com
http://www.daz3d.com
http://www.ebay.com/
http://www.fiery-wench.com
http://www.gicare.com/pated/dicyclomine.htm
http://www.heraldsun.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5478,8621737^2862,00.html
(Nothing for I)
(Nothing for J)
http://www.kucinich.com
http://www.lap-band.com
http://www.morphworld30.com/
http://www.naebunny.net
http://www.ontaponline.com/articles/index.php?id=219
http://www.pardonmyenglish.com
http://www.qmags.com
http://www.rangerrawb.com/ranik/
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/gate/archive/2004/02/18/fioreagenda.DTL
http://www.tasteyoulove.com
http://www.unitedmedia.com/comics/getfuzzy/
(Nothing for V)
http://www.washingtoncaps.com
(Nothing for X)
http://www.yahoo.com
http://www.zbrush.com
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Sunday, February 22, 2004
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It told me if I were not a tanka I'd be a haiku. Go me.
I am in a ridiculous amount of pain this morning... abdominal pain that is. There are no drugs I can take to ease the pain or take the edge off it. I've tried. The doctors gave me vicodin and even morphocodone (the generic name for it) which is like vicodin but with morphine in it instead. They didn't even *help* and, since they are highly addictive, I stopped taking them when I realized they weren't going to stop the pain.
I should be in bed. I can't even *think* about sleeping right now, no matter how tired I am. There's absolutely *no* sleeping with this pain. It's the worst it's been in months right now. I'll be so glad for a diagnosis. I'm hoping my doctor can give me one soon. Unfortunately gastro problems are some of the hardest to diagnose because so many symptoms overlap and mimic each other for different disorders. I have a friend who *finally* got a diagnosis on her problem after 5 years. I'm going on three...
I know one of my friends on LJ understands what I'm going through even if our health problems are vastly different (::hugs to Angela::). It's frustrating as hell. I'm having more mood swings right now than a 15 year old girl. It's got to be hard on my husband too...
I should be in bed. I can't even *think* about sleeping right now, no matter how tired I am. There's absolutely *no* sleeping with this pain. It's the worst it's been in months right now. I'll be so glad for a diagnosis. I'm hoping my doctor can give me one soon. Unfortunately gastro problems are some of the hardest to diagnose because so many symptoms overlap and mimic each other for different disorders. I have a friend who *finally* got a diagnosis on her problem after 5 years. I'm going on three...
I know one of my friends on LJ understands what I'm going through even if our health problems are vastly different (::hugs to Angela::). It's frustrating as hell. I'm having more mood swings right now than a 15 year old girl. It's got to be hard on my husband too...
Saturday, February 21, 2004
After getting the results of my bloodwork back, my gastro doctor suspects I may have something called Celiac Sprue (http://www.csaceliacs.org/). If it is what I have it will be a pain in the neck to adjust because I will have to adopt a gluten free diet.. forever. It's not curable at this point in time.
My colonoscopy was normal so this is a good thing. Next up is an upper endoscopy to see if my small intestine is damaged from the Celiac disease. Personally, I rather hope it's not what I have but at the same time, I'll be happy for a diagnosis.
My colonoscopy was normal so this is a good thing. Next up is an upper endoscopy to see if my small intestine is damaged from the Celiac disease. Personally, I rather hope it's not what I have but at the same time, I'll be happy for a diagnosis.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
snarl
http://www.petitiononline.com/mrphelps/
No, I'm not snarling at the petition. I'm snarling at the NEED for the petition.
No, I'm not snarling at the petition. I'm snarling at the NEED for the petition.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Those of you who've known me awhile will recall a couple years back when I started having abdominal pain. It's centered right around my navel, slightly below and to the right of it. When I first had it, it hurt so badly, I could have sworn I was having an attack of appendicitis. It was 2am, I woke up my husband (whom I was not married to yet) and we went to the ER. It turns out it wasn't my appendix. I had no fever and my white blood cell count was normal.
The surgeon was not about to cut me open if he did not have to so he ordered a CAT scan of the area. Turns out my ileum (part of the small intestine) was inflamed and it's right in the area that was in pain. There just so happened to be a gastroenterologist doing rounds in the hospital at that time (by this time it was 9am! Mind you we got to the ER around 2:30am). The gastro doctor immediately admitted me and I got to spend three very boring days hooked up to an IV while they pumped me full of enough antibiotics to cure a small third world country of syphilis (or at least any number of "gut bugs").
Thus began a saga of trying to find out why I was having this pain and why my ileum would be inflamed to begin with. Unfortunately for me, subsequent tests NEVER showed any inflammation. This, of course, beget much frustration. Several X-rays, another CAT scan and a colonoscopy later they still did not know what was wrong with me. I gave up trying to find out. The pain eventually lessened and, while it did not go away, it was tolerable.
Until recently. I can't take it anymore. I'll spare you the details on my bathroom habits but let's just say that irritable bowel syndrome probably would not be an inaccurate diagnosis for *part* of my problem. I went back to the gastro doctor yesterday who is sending me for another battery of tests. The plan is to rule out everything we can up to and including gynecological problems (of course I'll need to see a different doctor for *that*). First up blood work and another abdominal CAT scan. Next Friday another colonoscopy. Since they found a polyp on my first colonoscopy, this probably isn't a bad idea even if they don't manage to see what's causing my pain.
I have new drugs to take too. Let me tell you how happy this makes me. One of them has the side effect of possible drowsiness. I'll take it once I'm home from the CAT scan. I have a cabinet in my kitchen that is starting to look like a miniature pharmacy. Between the medications for asthma, high blood pressure, this new stuff and the assorted other "OTC" drugs... blah.
The surgeon was not about to cut me open if he did not have to so he ordered a CAT scan of the area. Turns out my ileum (part of the small intestine) was inflamed and it's right in the area that was in pain. There just so happened to be a gastroenterologist doing rounds in the hospital at that time (by this time it was 9am! Mind you we got to the ER around 2:30am). The gastro doctor immediately admitted me and I got to spend three very boring days hooked up to an IV while they pumped me full of enough antibiotics to cure a small third world country of syphilis (or at least any number of "gut bugs").
Thus began a saga of trying to find out why I was having this pain and why my ileum would be inflamed to begin with. Unfortunately for me, subsequent tests NEVER showed any inflammation. This, of course, beget much frustration. Several X-rays, another CAT scan and a colonoscopy later they still did not know what was wrong with me. I gave up trying to find out. The pain eventually lessened and, while it did not go away, it was tolerable.
Until recently. I can't take it anymore. I'll spare you the details on my bathroom habits but let's just say that irritable bowel syndrome probably would not be an inaccurate diagnosis for *part* of my problem. I went back to the gastro doctor yesterday who is sending me for another battery of tests. The plan is to rule out everything we can up to and including gynecological problems (of course I'll need to see a different doctor for *that*). First up blood work and another abdominal CAT scan. Next Friday another colonoscopy. Since they found a polyp on my first colonoscopy, this probably isn't a bad idea even if they don't manage to see what's causing my pain.
I have new drugs to take too. Let me tell you how happy this makes me. One of them has the side effect of possible drowsiness. I'll take it once I'm home from the CAT scan. I have a cabinet in my kitchen that is starting to look like a miniature pharmacy. Between the medications for asthma, high blood pressure, this new stuff and the assorted other "OTC" drugs... blah.
Friday, February 06, 2004
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Monday, February 02, 2004
Talking to a friend the other night, I realized something for the first time (probably because she pointed it out). Whenever I would initiate a conversation with her I would never ask how she was doing or talk about the weather or a million other mundane things. 99% of the time I would talk to her about the game we are both involved in (DragonRealms). I was a bit taken aback by this revelation but, thinking on it, she was absolutely correct. It got me to thinking about a few things.
For all of the years I have known her and talked to her online, I realized I did not really know her. This is as much my fault as anything. I think I, subconsciously, stuck to "safe" and familiar topics because I did not really know her that well. By doing that I wasn't exactly getting to know her better. I have to wonder if it was some kind of subconscious attempt to keep from exposing too much of myself. Now that I am aware of what I was doing, I'm doing everything I can to remedy that. I always knew she was a brilliant, funny and beautiful lady and I look forward to getting to know more about her.
There is a point to all of this (finally you say). I started wondering how many of us do this? How many of us spend years talking to someone and never really get to know them or allow them to know us? How many of us stick to safe and familiar topics in order to keep others at bay and not allow them to know the real us? If you do it too, why do you think that is?
For all of the years I have known her and talked to her online, I realized I did not really know her. This is as much my fault as anything. I think I, subconsciously, stuck to "safe" and familiar topics because I did not really know her that well. By doing that I wasn't exactly getting to know her better. I have to wonder if it was some kind of subconscious attempt to keep from exposing too much of myself. Now that I am aware of what I was doing, I'm doing everything I can to remedy that. I always knew she was a brilliant, funny and beautiful lady and I look forward to getting to know more about her.
There is a point to all of this (finally you say). I started wondering how many of us do this? How many of us spend years talking to someone and never really get to know them or allow them to know us? How many of us stick to safe and familiar topics in order to keep others at bay and not allow them to know the real us? If you do it too, why do you think that is?
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
People over 30 should be dead
Just an email gem :)
People over 30 should be dead. Here's why ............
According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived. Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, ... and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.) As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgotthe brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. NO CELL PHONES!!!!! Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went outside and found them.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it. We made up games withsticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
And you're one of them! Congratulations! Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good !!!!!
People under 30 are WIMPS !
People over 30 should be dead. Here's why ............
According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived. Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, ... and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.) As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgotthe brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. NO CELL PHONES!!!!! Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went outside and found them.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it. We made up games withsticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
And you're one of them! Congratulations! Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good !!!!!
People under 30 are WIMPS !
14 things it took 50 years to learn
1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings."
3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."
4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
5. You should not confuse your career with your life.
6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
7. Never lick a steak knife.
8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.
9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.
10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.
11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.
12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age,
gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above-average drivers.
13. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)
14. Your friends love you anyway.
Thought for the day:
Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.
And no, you don't have to forward this to anyone in order for your Life to take on new meaning...
(I love this one)
Some people are like Slinkies... not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.
2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings."
3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."
4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
5. You should not confuse your career with your life.
6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
7. Never lick a steak knife.
8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.
9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.
10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.
11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.
12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age,
gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above-average drivers.
13. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)
14. Your friends love you anyway.
Thought for the day:
Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.
And no, you don't have to forward this to anyone in order for your Life to take on new meaning...
(I love this one)
Some people are like Slinkies... not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Quiz Night(mare)
Because I can't sleep.
Definition: having your breathing deprived
In this case for heightened orgasm
Usually done alone, but sometimes with a partner
Bottom line - you're one kinky mofo!!
What's Your Freaky Fetish?
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You don't mind taking a little mind trip - even if it leaves you with a ripped up stomach.
You're keen on sitting back and checking out the visuals. Or talking with your cat.
And you're up for the orgasmic powers of shrooms, as soon as your lover stops looking like an alien.
What Drug Are You?
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Which Cancer Causing Agent are you?
Your Freaky Fetish Is Asphyxiation!
Definition: having your breathing deprived
In this case for heightened orgasm
Usually done alone, but sometimes with a partner
Bottom line - you're one kinky mofo!!
What's Your Freaky Fetish?
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You are Magic Mushrooms!
You don't mind taking a little mind trip - even if it leaves you with a ripped up stomach.
You're keen on sitting back and checking out the visuals. Or talking with your cat.
And you're up for the orgasmic powers of shrooms, as soon as your lover stops looking like an alien.
What Drug Are You?
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Sunday, January 18, 2004
Because I'm a sheep
You are a PHOENIX in your soul and your
wings make a statement. Huge and born of flame,
they burn with light and power and rebirth.
Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are an
amazingly strong person. You survive, even
flourish in adversity and hardship. A firm
believer in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't kill
you only makes you stronger,' you rarely fear
failure. You know that any mistake you make
will teach you more about yourself and allow
you to 'rise from the ashes' as a still greater
being. Because of this, you rarely make the
same mistake twice, and are not among the most
forgiving people. You're extremely powerful and
wise, and are capable of fierce pride, passion,
and anger. Perhaps you're this way because you
were forced to survive a rough childhood. Or
maybe you just have a strong grasp on reality
and know that life is tough and the world is
cruel, and it takes strength and independence
to survive it. And independence is your
strongest point - you may care for others, and
even depend on them...but when it comes right
down to it, the only one you need is yourself.
Thus you trust your own intuition, and rely on
a mind almost as brilliant as the fire of your
wings to guide you.You are eternal and because
you have a strong sense of who and what you
are, no one can control your heart or mind, or
even really influence your thinking. A symbol
of rebirth and renewal, you tend to be a very
spiritual person with a serious mind - never
acting immature and harboring a superior
disgust of those who do. Likewise, humanity's
stupidity and tendency to want others to solve
their problems for them frustrates you
endlessly. Though you can be stubborn,
outspoken, and haughty, I admire you greatly.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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Friday, January 16, 2004
For whom the bell tolls....
Three young candidates for the priesthood are told by the Monsignor they have to pass one more test: The Celibacy Test. The Monsignor leads them into a room, and tells them to undress, and a small bell is tied to each man's penis.
In comes a beautiful woman, wearing a sexy belly-dancer costume. She begins to dance sensually around the first candidate. Even before she has begun to remove her veils:
*Ting-a-ling* goes the little bell...
"Oh Patrick," says the Monsignor, "I am so disappointed in your complete lack of self-control. Go take a long, cold shower and pray about your carnal weakness."
As Patrick leaves, the dancer then continues, slowly dancing around the second candidate and peeling off her layers of veils. As the last veil drops:
*Ting-a-ling* goes the bell...
"Joseph, Joseph," sighs the Monsignor. "You too are unable to withstand your carnal desires. Go take a long, cold shower and pray for forgiveness"
The dancer then proceeds to dance her sensuous dance around the third candidate. Slowly around him she dances, now devoid of all of her veils, but the third candidate remains unmoved.
"James, my son, I am truly proud of you," says the Monsignor. "Only you have the true strength of character needed to become a great priest. Now, go and join your weaker brethren in the shower".
*Ting-a-ling*
In comes a beautiful woman, wearing a sexy belly-dancer costume. She begins to dance sensually around the first candidate. Even before she has begun to remove her veils:
*Ting-a-ling* goes the little bell...
"Oh Patrick," says the Monsignor, "I am so disappointed in your complete lack of self-control. Go take a long, cold shower and pray about your carnal weakness."
As Patrick leaves, the dancer then continues, slowly dancing around the second candidate and peeling off her layers of veils. As the last veil drops:
*Ting-a-ling* goes the bell...
"Joseph, Joseph," sighs the Monsignor. "You too are unable to withstand your carnal desires. Go take a long, cold shower and pray for forgiveness"
The dancer then proceeds to dance her sensuous dance around the third candidate. Slowly around him she dances, now devoid of all of her veils, but the third candidate remains unmoved.
"James, my son, I am truly proud of you," says the Monsignor. "Only you have the true strength of character needed to become a great priest. Now, go and join your weaker brethren in the shower".
*Ting-a-ling*
Hello
To christen the new blog, a quiz I borrowed from my friend Kate's blog.
You are guided by the wind. You obey your impulses.
You are the kind of person that is always comng
up with ideas that would be fun, yet somewhat
destructive. (Rate my test)
What force is your soul?
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You are guided by the wind. You obey your impulses.
You are the kind of person that is always comng
up with ideas that would be fun, yet somewhat
destructive. (Rate my test)
What force is your soul?
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