Month: June 2007

  • Yesterday I did some crazy ridiculous testing for work and took the day off.

    They took my vitals and 8 vials of blood for testing.
    They obtained my RMR (resting metabolic rate) – 1587! Not too bad for this tubby behind.
    They gave me a stress treadmill test – which was much more difficult than anticipated and I only lasted 7 minutes. So much for being in really good shape.
    I also was DEXA scanned – for bone density as well as an actual imaging of muscle and fat quantities.
    There were hearing testing, visual tests and reflex tests.
    Finally, there was a ridiculously painful (still on into today!) testing of my strength (maximum of one rep weight) and flexibility (craptastic) and situps per minute (40! I am VERY excited by that number – that’s rocking the shit out of my old grade school sit ups per minute)

     I don’t yet have most of the results, but I’ll be sure to post them when I do.
    And tell you what they recommend that I do to become healthier.

    *****

    Whoops!
    I forgot, I also got to pee in a cup.
    And to give you a link as to why on earth I was doing so much testing…

  • Follow up interview questions:

    Re #1 Do you see a difference between God and Religion?

    Yes, yes I do. And I suppose I should have specified on my answer that I was refering to god as defined by and believed in by religion. I have much more of a problem with religion than I do with god or the lack thereof. Religion has so much wrong with it and so much harm that it does that I find it difficult to ascribe any good to it. As for the existence or non-existence of god as a non-religious but not describable by science figure – a sort of supernatural creature if you will – I don’t really have an opinion. If there is one or several or none, it really doesn’t change how I live my life. I live my life according to ethics that I have chosen – not ethics dictated from a book.

    Re #3 What about dreams as in “hope and dreams?” Not really. I mean, to an extent they matter and I do have some. But mostly, I try to live my life via goals and possibilities. I view myself as terribly pragmatic about most things.

    Re #5 Just a nosey question and you don’t have to answer if you prefer not: Why no children? That, like the god question, has many answers – I fear the genetic potential of my husband’s family and my own, I’m terrified at the idea of being pregnant and grossed out at the idea of wiping behinds for years – but the number one reason? I don’t want one. I don’t have the dedication or the urge or the drive to have them. And I firmly believe that you shouldn’t have children unless you are 100% or at least 99% certain you want them and are capable of supporting them monetarily, mentally and emotionally.

  • TongFengDeMao has interviewed me with the following questions, so here goes! If you would like to be interviewed, just read the information that follows.

    1. Define God however you wish. Do you believe in Him/Her? Why/why not?


    Easiest definition for me? There is no god. None. I have no belief aside from the residual swearing by/to that is a remnant of my catholic childhood. Why do I not believe in god? Multitudes of reasons, some of the which are fairly well delineated in this book. However, for shortness of this interview, I will just list one of my biggest reasons. If you accept/believe in the all-powerful, all-knowing christian god, you must accept that he is aware of everything that happens and chooses to either let it happen or at least not to interfere. That means that god is responsible for bad things. Like my dog getting run over, or my grandmother dying or those 9 firefighters burning to death. I will NOT believe in a god who is responsible for that. It strikes me as a horrible, horrible thing to believe that this supposedly benevolent diety allowed that to happen, NO, that the diety caused that to happen. *pant, pant* <climbs off personal soapbox and takes a calming breath> *chants softly* This issue gets me very worked up because I simply do not understand why people would even want to believe in something like that.

    2. What is your earliest memory? What emotion is it?


    The earliest memory that comes to mind right now is from mowing the field that used be next to our house back from when I lived in Michigan. I was somewhere between 6 months old and 7 years old. I think (and this is very vague) that I was probably closer to 4 or 5 years old. I have a clear memory of sitting in the wagon behind my father while he mowed with the tractor. I remember putting my feet on the tires of the wagon as it ran through the grass clipping and getting my feet filthy and green and then my mother making me wash my feet before I went to bed that night. What emotion is that? Mostly, obliviously happy. No care, no worries, simply the calm and easy pleasure of getting filthy.



    3. How important are dreams in your life?


    Not really at all. I dream a lot, most every night but I’m not really terribly motivated by or affected by them.



    4. Who is the most important person in your life? Why?


    My husband. He is a never ending font of support, love and warmth and he is willing to accept me for who I am and to grow and change with me throughout our lives.



    5. How do you want to be remembered after you’re gone? Do you think you will be remembered after your grandchildren are gone?


    Ha! There will be no children from these loins so that leaves out grandchildren but I would, of course, like to be remembered by someone. I think that I would rather be remembered for the work that I do and the differences that work makes than for anything else. I want to be remembered, I guess, as trying to make a difference. Trite, perhaps. But true.




    Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions, and I will message or comment you with them and these directions. Just update your blog with the answers to the questions and include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

  • I walked into a tree branch while trimming my orange trees on Sunday.
    There is a very nice scratch in the middle of my forehead up by my hairline.


    Stupid tree.


     


    Sunday, my cousin and her husband were in Phoenix for the Police concert. We went out for Mexican. I hadn’t seen her in ten years, nor had I ever met her husband. It was nice to see family.


     


    We may be fostering an Australian Cattle Dog mix puppy at some point in the next week.


    J says they’re ugly. I think they’re just…dirty.


    acdmix


    I’m not sure which one we’d get but they’re five months old and fairly untrained. But in theory, they would be slightly more tractable than a typical cattle dog.


     


     

  • I want to go here for my vacation this year.


    Too bad it’s in Vermont!

  • We went tubing yesterday with my SIL who is visiting from Indiana.


    The weather was hot (around about 100F).
    The water was cold (how cold? I don’t know, but towards the bottom of the river, your feet get AWFULLY numb – snow run off from the mountains really doesn’t get very warm!).


    It would have been relaxing – except for two things. First, I think we might have been the only people not drinking and/or drunk. And by drunk I mean, UNABLE TO WALK, TALK, SWIM, etc drunk. Very drunk people in tubes are somewhat amusing. At first. But the flying marshmallows, the beer bonging and the constant beer cans floating by combined with the obnoxious singing and smoking did not really make for a calm, soothing trip. Second, the rapids that nearly spilled our cooler were certainly not relaxing.


    They were fun though. Even if I did get a nice smack in the butt from a big old rock. I suppose that is what happens when the river dries up most of the year.