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September 30, 2009

The Road to 10,000

10,000 gamer score, that is. I'm literally 70points away from hitting 10,000 on my XBL account. I know my confidence level isn't the greatest when it comes to games, but it's because I see other good other people play. I think that's why hitting this is a big deal for me. I thought it would take me a LOT longer to even get to this point.

Last night Arte and I played some co op Crackdown so he could help me on a mission and to get some achievements. It was a blast. He also got a taste of how badly I drive in the game (shush, Michael). After watching me crash into the ramp or completely miss it (I was supposed to do 6 flips) he ended up having his character pick up the car mine was sitting in and flipped it six times. It was actually pretty hilarious. I also have to say that Jake was pretty awesome about me chatting with Arte and playing. I always feel bad about doing that. I love including him in everything I do and didn't want him to feel like I was ignoring him. Again... awesome boyfriend. Now if he'll just handle me getting those last 70GP. :)

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September 28, 2009

My Family Tree Lives!

It's funny how one Facebook message could change the direction of your life. I went from a family of one to reconnecting with my siblings and now other family members. I'd be a liar if I said it didn't scare me. I pretty much rebuilt my life with the decision of starting on my own. It was a hard decision and I spent many nights crying/wondering if I made the right choice. In the end I am happy with who I am and believe that while dad wouldn't be thrilled with some of my choices would be proud of me too. Then my brother had to throw a crank in the works. ;) Suddenly I was back to being an active family member. I had wonderful brother and sister in laws, adorable nieces and a link to my past. Today I got a message from my second cousin, who I've always adored. A friend request and message that warmed my heart later the tree bloomed more. Soon after I got one from her daughter, who is just gorgeous. I actually had to ask my friend Dina what she would be considered. A second cousin once removed FTW!**

I'm still going through a period of readjustment. It's a lot to take in when the road you've paved for yourself is wiped away and you're suddenly feeling grass beneath your feet. *picks a Daisy* This is going to be fun.

**Corrected by my second cousin's daughter... because I am full of lame. *facepalm*

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September 24, 2009

*Grumbles*

I think I'm going to get a sticker for my car that says, "Ask me about my shitty day".

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September 22, 2009

Life and Changes

I spent the day listening to my coworker talk about her husband and the life they had together. He died three years ago today after a lengthy illness. There were smiles, tears and moments of silence where we both thought of something in our lives to talk about. It's amazing how one life can make such a difference. We live beyond ourselves. One smile leads to another, one simple gesture leads to more. My dad would give you the shirt off of his back. Many times he did. so many little things that I remember. Taking strangers out to dinner when we traveled to France. Hell, buying food for a group of teens that were kind to us on the beach. Taking in my older sister's friends and their mom when they needed a place to stay. We traveled many places, met many people and I learned so much in the short time we spent together. After talking to my coworker I mentioned how I hope to have some sort of lasting presence on someone like this. I don't need to have my name in lights. I don't need to have a library named after me. My only wish is to have someone looking back and talking about how I made a difference in their life.

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September 21, 2009

What Does 'Healthy' Mean?

I was doing so well. for a while. Then I felt cruddy, Jake got hurt and whatever other life issues got in the way. Today my Potassium drops AGAIN and I'm without my meds. *sigh* Grabbing bananas, potatoes and whatever else I could find seems to be keeping me afloat. Driving home is going to be interesting, that's for sure. I've been so supportive of Jake's exercise program, now I need the same. It's tough when you're trying to push yourself. It's so easy to come home after work and simply plop down on the couch or computer chair. The hard part is changing your clothes and then going BACK out to walk. Jake has the best deal. He can go across the street during lunch and do a 45 minute work out. I get paged if I go to the bathroom. At least Jake has started planning out the meals for the week. It's so nice to see what's for dinner posted on the refrigerator. We're also trying to save money so this is a doubly good deal. Plan healthy meals and don't cheat. Works for me...

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September 18, 2009

Could This Day Get Any Wo... Stratch That. It's "Yes"

If I had to name this day it would be the "Holy fucking shit you have got to be kidding me" day. I've had so many STOOPID people to contend with it makes my eye twitch. You know, the kind of tic you get right before you start ripping heads off and beating people with their own severed limbs. Laziness just doesn't begin to describe the actions of people I've had to deal with. How hard is it to ask three questions or look up the patient's info in the system? Instead they send my patients on a wild goose chase and I have to clean up the mess. THREE TIMES. Bah.

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September 16, 2009

...and She Was Never Seen Again

The murder of the Yale student has been on my mind a lot. Every day we rush through our routines, sometimes forgetting to even say good bye. We miss opportunities to tell someone we love them or how much they mean to us. This girl rushed out the door and was never seen again. Loved ones have last conversations and last messages to remind them of someone lost. I remember when my dad died and I kept thinking if I said I loved him when we left the night before. It's not as if there was any question about it... but the idea that I might not have said it one last time haunted me. Just because we know someone cares doesn't mean it's an excuse to not say it. Rushing through life is so easy to do. It's the slowing down and remembering that 'what ifs' happen that we need to put time aside for. Someone said I was being too morbid. She'd rather not think about such things. Everyone dies. It's just a matter of how and when. How is that being morbid? I look at it as being realistic. When I go I want my boyfriend to know I love him more than life itself and he's made me happy. I want my brother and sister to know that I love them and am happy to have the chance to be in their lives and share moments with their wonderful families. I want my friends to know that they mean the world to me and I can't thank them enough for being there. I also want the spammers to know that I will haunt their asses if the keep up the crap emails.

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September 15, 2009

Booze Trumps Dirty Dancing

Yesterday was all about Kanye West's assholistic behavior towards Taylor Swift. The fact that an arrogant hip hop singer made bigger news than the death of an all round nice guy actor who was in the business for years annoys me to no end. First, lets brush over the whole "ZOMG! *hic* Beyonce is SOOOO much better!!!11one!" episode. West later blamed it on the death of his mother two years ago. Let me get this straight... the memory of your mother passing is what made you into a super-jerk that publicly humiliated some teen on what was her first ever award? So then the bottle of Cognac that you were chugging while waltzing down the red carpet had nothing to do with it? Riiiiight. If he wanted to make it right he'd admit to getting drunk and being an ass.

Patrick Swayze. *sigh* I remember falling for his smile in Dirty Dancing. A tough guy that could twirl... and wasn't gay! I still use "No body puts Baby in a corner" whenever I can. Although Ghost was a little hokey for me I adored him enough to enjoy the movie. Every time I slid a penny across the table I thought of that scene. It was such a simple one... and yet sweet enough to remember.

Working in a hospital you see the other side of sickness. The personal side. You hear so-and-so has cancer and an imaginary veil comes over their life. Suddenly it's as if they disappear and you only know they're sick. I see them in the elevator on the way to treatment. I see them lying in bed when they can't walk. I see what cancer is. I see what it does. He died a dignified death, one I don't know if I'd be able to do. Patrick Swayze deserved more than the blurp under the five hundred news bits all saying the same thing... Kanye was a drunk asshole. Yeah, we get it. How about something about a man who fight cancer bravely and worked all the way til his death? He spent his life entertaining people. Thank you, Patrick. I hope what you find on the other side is filled with angels.

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September 14, 2009

Ah... The Internets Memories

Scottie and I spent some time reminiscing over good times online. The people we knew, how we met and the funny situations. It's hilarious to think back on all the drama, all the emotions, all the bullshit that we (me) allowed to take over important moments of our lives. Moments that could have been spent doing anything else... and yet things that happened with people we never met sucked up all the emotions. There were lots of funny moments and people that left lasting internet memories. Not in humorous posts but in antics that created a personality beyond the forums. I sometimes wonder what happened to some of the people I met along the way. Some were cool, some hilarious and some I wish never came into my internet life. Not in a "I wish I never met you!!!" way... but in a "I want my five months of attention back" way.

I've known a lot of people who treated their online friends as something lesser. Me, notsomuch. I have friends who I met that stood by me through so much. Wonderful people. Hell, Jake and I met online. Scottie and I finally met after a few years of just chatting online and he's one of my best friends (and hero). Then again when I post in forums it's not some online caricature. When we chat you're talking to me. That's right... I'm just as obnoxious in person. :D

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September 11, 2009

Please Excuse Our Dust

Today we are on a brand spanking new server. Same hosting company, just new stuff. MOAR RAM! More room! Same price! What more can a girl ask for? The move has been a bit bumpy, but there seems to be an end to it on the horizon. I'm hoping this will also make the end of those irritating 500 ISEs. Next up on my list of things to do is to find someone who can upgrade MT for my site so I don't end up screwing everything up.

Last weekend was a four day mini vacation for me. So what did I do? I ran around shopping, of course. I bought an expensive bed for a decent price (finally!) and have been sleeping like a baby. It's so nice to sleep up until my alarm clock goes off instead of the every few hour wake ups because I ache sleep that I've been getting. I also ordered a media cabinet to replace the old one. Two more items and I'll actually be done with my "to do" list. That's a first...

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September 02, 2009

*Pokes Blog*

I am really having some serious withdrawal issues with my blog not working. These 500 ISEs are killing me and I am still trying to decide on if I should just get a new server and be done with it or if it will even help. It pisses me off to no end that the problems started back when my hosting company moved my server and the blog hasn't worked since. *sigh*

EDIT: Yeah so I can post but can't comment on posts. This really bites.

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September 01, 2009

Test Frank

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Testing One, Two Three GAZILLION Times

Let's see if my server management company managed to tweak this baby so it works.

First things first... I have no patience whatsoever when it comes to certain things. Getting shit fixed and giving gifts are just two of them. Jake's birthday is over a month a way but I decided to surprise him with a PS3 Slim. The price was right and it will be nice to have some variety in the household. This passed year we've gone through a LOT. Lately I've been a tad nervous about where we are headed and how things are going. The other day I realized that we're doing well and he's keeping his end of the relationship just fine. He's trying and succeeding in what he promised. My problem was the promises end up being something that you have to wait to see the result on. Again with the patience issue. I wanted to get him something nice, something that he wasn't expecting. The PS3 did it's job nicely. I picked him up last night saying I wanted to stop by Best Buy to check out the buy one get one half off sale on XBox games (awesome titles if you are looking, by the way). We arrived with me saying I had to talk to them about my card. After the woman told me I had to wait to take it I called him over and surprised him. Boy was he surprised. Speechless was more like it. He's been trying so hard to not buy things he doesn't need and then I turn around and do this. In a way it was also to show him that I appreciate him as well as celebrate his birthday early. With the new console I am guessing a second TV or a monitor is going to be on the way sometime this upcoming year. Not right away, mind you. We have too many things we need to get. But it will be nice to both be able to play games without waiting.

Oh yeah, and this heat wave/summer thing sucks balls. I need to sleep, damn it.

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