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10:09 pm
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| Sunday, June 21st, 2009
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2:38 pm - Ellen
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I've always been a huge fan of Ellen. But I'd never really watched her daytime talk show. Since I have a lot more time on my hands lately, I've decided to DVR it. I do that so I can skip over the boring parts. There are some parts of the show that are funny and some parts that are painful. (Like, sorry to be such a wet blanket, but I don't care to watch Ellen and an audience dance for two minutes... just.. not interesting.)
Anyway... so now that it's summer, they're showing reruns from the spring.. or whenever. Or something. On Thursday, she had for a guest Melissa from The Bachelor. And on Friday she had Jason and Molly?? from the Bachelor. You know, some big huge crisis thing. He initially proposed to Melissa, but then dumped her on national television for Molly or something. I'd heard enough about it when it actually happened to make me nauseated.
I thought, "Okay. I'm going to listen this time. I'm going to really find out what happened. I don't have anything better to do." About a minute and a half in when Ellen was talking to Jason, I fell into a deep coma and was forced to use the Emergency Fast Forward button on the remote control.
Gad.
I subscribe to People (well, it's about to run out) ... I have been known to binge on those type of magazines at airports (or when I'm just bored) ... but I canNOT stand that much trivial trash. There's some show called "I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here!"? ... and .. what? Why? There's a new show coming on the Oxygen channel called "Dance Your Ass Off." It's a weight loss show where girls learn to dance .... And Seth had a cow and thought it couldn't possibly be real. #1 it has the word "ass" in it. #2 who wants to watch chubby girls squeeze into sexy outfits and dance? (we saw the commercial). #3 Well, hey.. it's a spin on The Biggest Loser, which I think is a great show.... but my question is .. why does it have to be a show?
You woulda thought everyone's eagerness to be on TV would have faded out by now. But now it's even easier... not just with game shows, but with STUPID shows. Yay.
Okay. I don't want to read the news that is going on in Tehran right now, either.. but there is a middle ground between Brain Dead Bachelor and Real World Atrocities for me to spend my time on.
Now for my chore of the day: go to Ikea. What a chore!
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| Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
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10:53 pm - it's all too much and it's all too loud
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I go from 12 posts a day to 1 post a month ... of course, it took years to wean down to that.
Life is complicated... and I don't appreciate its complications. Or the implications the complications may indicate.
Right now in my life seems like the best time to be writing because real things are happening. Life is happening. It's not high school anymore. It's not college anymore. It's Bush fucked up the country and now what? It's being married. It's having jobs. It's losing friends to cancer. It's having kids. It's okay, thinking about having REAL kids. It's having friends that have kids. It's everything.happening.all.at.once.
So who am I to say anything about it? According to my journals of years ago, I knew it all. "Precocious" is damn right, as one of my teachers wrote a page of that one journal. Dude, I want to make my students journal, but what do elementary kids journal about?
You know what? I bet they have the best things to say.
Next birthday I'm turning 25. I'm rebelling. I'm going backward. I REALLY want to dye my hair blue.
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| Monday, May 18th, 2009
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10:39 pm - stop chewing on the sore in my mouth
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Yeah, I don't post anymore. Yeah, the general rule is the less I post, the more depressed I am. But don't worry about that. I'm still here and Seth is still taking great care of me.. and the giraffe and I are in therapy.
Jackass at the petting zoo farm place never did call me in to work, even after I THOUGHT we had an agreement that I'd quit my job if he gave me at least like 20 hours a week. He told me the first day I met him that he's a Jackass, so I guess I'll just stick with that.
My days are filled with Full House and Sabrina the Teenage Witch... and applying for the scant jobs available out there ... and mostly playing on Facebook. I talk more there than I do here, but I've even dropped my nightly pet update lately ...
Still doing classes to be a teacher. "How to Get a Job" seminar is on the 30th. Yay.
House is infested with mice and I'm being all grumpy and hard on myself for allowing that to happen... like, seriously. It's as if I walk around the kitchen blind. We've only SEEN one mouse.. but there are traces in the kitchen, the den (Creasy's stuff!), and our bedroom. Great. I haven't even checked the other rooms. .. but the other rooms don't have food in them. So yeah, we're packaging all the pet foods up in plastic boxes and etc. I found a good DIY no-kill trap online and ... all I've caught are roaches. Gar. These things can't be in my house -- they can pose a health risk to my kids. I think, technically, only to Spike, since he is also a mouse, but I dunno... it's still not worth it. I told Creasy if he finds that little bugger in his stuff to bit him real hard. Both Creasy and I were hunting around in all his paper and boxes for that dang ole mouse because we heard him in there. Gar. I have never actually had trouble catching wild mice, so I guess that's why I'm so agitated. In NM, my uncle made me a figure four trap and I caught a bunch of mice in one night... at home in Garland, I could always catch the things by hand if I can trap them up on the counter and block their escape route. Having Tiger help usually... helped, too. (Though she'd catch the mouse, paw at it, let it go, and then get really mad at me when I grab it and run off with it (and throw it into the neighbor's yard).) But now we have this massive house, not just a cabin and not just a counter top ... and they have enough rat food to last them I don't know how long, so they're not attracted to the traps at ALL. Gar. Frustrating.
Okay, yeah. I could go on and on, but it's time for bed. I'm just poking my head in to say hi.
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| Sunday, March 29th, 2009
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10:12 pm - plt.
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To follow up on my last post .... Seth found This Web site. ... not that it exactly looks like an encyclopedia itself, but perhaps the person is smart, did the research, and then made a cheesy looking site.
Because, you know, everything you read on the Internet is true. Because Al Gore invented it.
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| Friday, March 27th, 2009
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1:30 pm - facts.. maybe?
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No real content here. Just thought this e-mail from my mom was interesting. Feel free to prove them all wrong if they are ...
In George Washington's days, there were no cameras. One's image was either sculpted or painted. Some paintings of George Washington showed him standing behind a desk with one arm behind his back while others showed both legs and both arms. Prices charged by painters were not based on how many people were to be painted, but by how many limbs were to be painted. Arms and legs are 'limbs,' therefore painting them would cost the buyer more. Hence the expression, 'Okay, but it'll cost you an arm and a leg.' (Artists know hands and arms are more difficult to paint)
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As incredible as it sounds, men and women took baths only twice a year (May and October) Women kept their hair covered, while men shaved their heads (because of lice and bugs) and wore wigs. Wealthy men could afford good wigs made from wool. They couldn't wash the wigs, so to clean them they would carve out a loaf of bread, put the wig in the shell, and bake it for 30 minutes. The heat would make the wig big and fluffy, hence the term 'big wig.' Today we often use the term 'here comes the Big Wig' because someone appears to be or is powerful and wealthy.
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In the late 1700's, many houses consisted of a large room with only one chair. Commonly, a long wide board folded down from the wall, and was used for dining. The 'head of the household' always sat in the chair while everyone else ate sitting on the floor. Occasionally a guest, who was usually a man, would be invited to sit in this chair during a meal. To sit in the chair meant you were important and in charge. They called the one sitting in the chair the 'chair man.' Today in business, we use the expression or title 'Chairman' or 'Chairman of the Board.'
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Personal hygiene left much room for improvement. As a result, many women and men had developed acne scars by adulthood. The women would spread bee's wax over their facial skin to smooth out their complexions. When they were speaking to each other, if a woman began to stare at another woman's face she was told, 'mind your own bee's wax.' Should the woman smile, the wax would crack, hence the term 'crack a smile'. In addition, when they sat too close to the fire, the wax would melt . . . Therefore, the expression 'losing face.'
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Ladies wore corsets, which would lace up in the front. A proper and dignified woman, as in 'straight laced'. . Wore a tightly tied lace.
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Common entertainment included playing cards. However, there was a tax levied when purchasing playing cards but only applicable to the 'Ace of Spades.' To avoid paying the tax, people would purchase 51 cards instead. Yet, since most games require 52 cards, these people were thought to be stupid or dumb because they weren't 'playing with a full deck.'
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Early politicians required feedback from the public to determine what the people considered important. Since there were no telephones, TV's or radios, the politicians sent their assistants to local taverns, pubs, and bars. They were told to 'go sip some ale' and listen to people's conversations and political concerns. Many assistants were dispatched at different times. 'You go sip here' and 'You go sip there.' The two words 'go sip' were eventually combined when referring to the local opinion and, thus we have the term 'gossip.'
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At local taverns, pubs, and bars, people drank from pint and quart-sized containers. A bar maid's job was to keep an eye on the customers and keep the drinks coming. She had to pay close attention and remember who was drinking in 'pints' and who was drinking in 'quarts,' hence the term 'minding your'P's and Q's '
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One more and betting you didn't know this!
In the heyday of sailing ships, all war ships and many freighters carried iron cannons. Those cannons fired round iron cannon balls. It was necessary to keep a good supply near the cannon. However, how to prevent them from rolling about the deck? The best storage method devised was a square-based pyramid with one ball on top, resting on four resting on nine, which rested on sixteen. Thus, a supply of 30 cannon balls could be stacked in a small area right next to the cannon. There was only one problem...how to prevent the bottom layer from sliding or rolling from under the others. The solution was a metal plate called a 'Monkey' with 16 round indentations. However, if this plate were made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust to it. The solution to the rusting problem was to make 'Brass Monkeys.' Few landlubbers realize that brass contracts much more and much faster than iron when chilled. Consequently, when the temperature dropped too far, the brass indentations would shrink so much that the iron cannonballs would come right off the monkey. Thus, it was quite literally, 'Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.' (All this time, you thought that was an improper expression, didn't you.)
If you don't send this fabulous bit of historic knowledge to any and all your unsuspecting friends, your floppy is going to fall off your hard drive and kill your mouse.
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| Tuesday, March 17th, 2009
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9:48 pm - Baaaaa
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I worked my first night at the petting zoo/farm tonight. Did an hour of data entry and an hour of feedin' critters. Baby goats, baby cows, baby pigs. There were some baby sheeps in there, too, but they'd already been weaned off the bottles, but weren't too happy about it. So while I fed one calf, I let the lamb suck (and chew) on my other hand.
I also heard the most cliche "gobble gobble" sound from the turkey, too. Dang. No wonder people say that's what kind of noise they make. It's as if they're SAYING, "gobble, gobble." Not that I didn't know that, but you know.. I grew up in the suburbs.. not on a farm.
Tons of baby bunnies, too.
These people just don't understand how excited I am. They're burnt out because it's baby animal after baby animal. (They auction them off or sell them when they get older/too big/whatever.) And they have to bottle feed them because that way they're used to peoples and being handled. But babies are born knowing how to feed from their mom, not from bottles.. so you gotta train them to do that. The babies I fed tonight already know, but they said that when you have to train them, it's a pain and takes forever. I can't wait. Squee.
He's all like, "It ain't cute anymore when you're all scratched up!" Dude. I get scratched up every day by my ratties and that dang ole bunny! Of course theys cute! And no, I don't want to eat them! I want to pet them and hug them and love them.
I wish I hadn't opened my trap about working in an office. I did open my trap to say I can weld, though, so maybe I can help with that someday.
I can't wait to have my own farm.
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| Saturday, March 14th, 2009
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2:57 pm - whee.
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Yay. I got a brand new keyboard and mouse... Of course, now Marley owes me $40. hehe. He spilled Ensure on my keyboard the other day. I made sure to get both wireless keyboard and mouse this time (last time my mouse wasn't wireless) so I can attempt to keep them both out of rat reach.
Anyway. Not most exciting thing that happened today. Guess what.
I went and got me a job at a farm!
A petting zoo, really. Heh. They need help with the animals AND office work, turns out. I didn't know they needed office work! Whee. We're going to try it on a part time basis for now ... and if it works out, I'll quit my other job. My husband is so wonderful to let me do that. I'm just so miserable at my current job. I'm sick of always being miserable. But how miserable can you be feeding baby cows, baby goats, and baby pigs, among a million other animals out of bottles? And the place is like 15 minutes from here. Yay!
Anyway, I do believe it's nap time.
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| Wednesday, March 11th, 2009
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8:17 am
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I wake up. It's dark. I'm thinking I still have some "warm" time until afternoon, cuz isn't that what the weather people say? Nope. Thirty miles and 20 degrees later, I'm cold. oops. And wet! DANG. Stop telling me about an 80% chance of showers later when I can't even see out of my windshield because it's raining so hard!!
Then I get to my office. And turn on my computer. And I read that 5 people's heads were found in ice chests in Mexico. HEADS. In ice chests. Ugh. Pair that with 11 people shot and killed in Alabama and 15 people shot and killed in Germany and I'm like ...
... okay. Forget the cold. Forget the e-mail I don't understand about the list I'll never effing understand (work stuff) and this secret code I don't speak (work stuff) ...
How can you not let that sort of stuff bother you? You have to, or you're sick. Okay, maybe I shouldn't let it derail me, though. Dang. Can you imagine cutting off someone's head and stuffing it in a cooler with ice? wtf?
Gah.
I need to get a hobby other than keeping up with the news. Sometimes ignorance does prove to be bliss.
(BTW, I'm totally going to write a novel about our lives in Lockhart because none of you people would think it's real anyway, because it's so funny and cheesy and too coincident-ful. BTW, why do we own five houses in this economy? Sometimes I have to ask myself that, but I do trust my husband. But it still sounds funny. Not that I trust him, that we have so many houses. I can't wait until we have enough renters so I don't have to work any more. ;))
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| Thursday, March 5th, 2009
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2:57 pm - dayum
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Horrible story, I know. But the editor in me is .. always in me.
"Brown began applying pressure to Robyn F.'s left and right carotid arteries, causing her to be unable to breathe and she began to lose consciousness."
I didn't know a person breathed through their carotid arteries. They may say.. her brain was unable to breathe, or more correctly, "limiting the amount of oxygen reaching her brain, causing her to lose consciousness."
Cuz, you know. I'm a doctor.
BTW, girl put up a helluva fight. If I'd been her, I'd jumped out of the car almost immediately... UNLESS we were in a bad neighborhood or somewhere I didn't know at all. Then.. I'd try to "play nice" to not get beat. (Like jump in the backseat or stab him in the eyeballs with my heels. I don't wear heels, but if I were here, I would assume I would.) Dayum. Boy got issues.
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2:00 pm - enough is enough
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I have been officially banned by my mother not to answer any of my Grandpa's e-mails. At least the political ones. And it's not like she can stop me, but:
"Don't argue with him. It just makes him want to change your mind all the more. Politics wasn't discussed at Christmas. He was really on good behavior. We all were. He does love you. Don't be unlovable. You can just ignore and delete without having to respond. Just know that is who Grandpa is and he is not going to change for you or anyone else."
As long as he still loves me, I'd prefer to remain loveable. My parents and my brother COMPLETELY IGNORE his e-mails without reading any of them. I read maybe 10% of them, if that. Because I've been feisty and argumentative lately.
Yes, he's very very conservative and unfortunately racist. He's not a horrible man, but ... old fashioned racist. My mom told me in high school that if I dated a black guy, Grandpa wouldn't like it. If I married a black guy, say goodbye to Grandpa. My mom said she kind of stiffened up and waited for a reaction when my son ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) stevenharper walked up to her at my wedding rehearsal dinner and referred to her as "Mom." Either Grandpa didn't hear it or he managed to ignore it -- not that he'd do harm. But he didn't ASK anything, either. hehe.
Anyway... this whole issue has been a painful thorn in my side for some months now as I argue (at a brick wall covered in oil soaked saran wrap, if you know what I mean). It gets me way too upset. I can't change him and he as hell ain't changing me.
The good news is that the rest of my family is not near as bad. My mom even follows up with Snopes for some of his e-mails, even if (of course!) they're attacking democrats.
But the fact that my Grandpa has ZEEEEEEEEEEERRROOOOOOOOOO faith in Obama makes me very sad.
*cuddles plastic Obama action figure*
So yeah. I've declared it. Hold me responsible. NO MORE ANSWERING GRANDPA. Cuz if we visit with him again, it ought to go nicely. (Perhaps Seth can help him with his stocks because Seth apparently knows what to do in a bad economy and Grandpa doesn't. Great Depression anyone? (he was young) (Grandpa, not Seth).
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| Monday, March 2nd, 2009
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5:03 pm - say what now?
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I have been working here for almost a year and a half and I just got off the phone with the first Community Member Nutcase I've had to deal with. That's a pretty good record. Now, I did have to deal with a Disgruntled Employee Nutcase, but I'm used to that. I'm used to Community Member Nutcases, too, which is why it's startling to me that... hey! I haven't talked to a nutcase in awhile! Woo!
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| Thursday, February 26th, 2009
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10:12 pm - see-saw
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I'm feeling quite better. I'm so up and down you don't even want to hear about it. heh.
I finally moved my office to a corner in the "big room" ... didn't move my desk, just+ /
m0y stuff. Hi Scr0-ibbles. + Sorry, that was Scribbles on the keyboard. Anyway.. the desk I'm sitting at is too high and it finally killed my shoulder, so I need to adjust somehow. I have a laptop, so if I work for a few days on my lap instead of the desk, it should work. I can't put it on the table any more, though, because the ethernet cord doesn't reach that far cuz I moved the table over there. (Don't worry.. no one knows what I'm talking about.) So now I face east instead of south. (Technically I faced east in my old "office," too, but the window faced South, so I would say I faced n ^S&b nou (that was Rip) South.) The view South is prettier, but I don't care when I'm roasting. Plus I don't have to deal with the elevators ALL DAY.
It's funny how Rip and Scribbles go nuts sniffing the room (and us) because the other two rats were just in here. They've met. We just decided they can't live together because Rip is nuts and Marley is stupid (not really.. just doesn't know to lay down to Rip). So they haven't seen each other in awhile... all they'd do if I put them together now is sniff and fight some more. heh. But these dudes sure know how to make me feel guilty with all that sniffing and the dirty looks.
I fed Spike his mouse mix tonight and a peanut flopped out in his bowl. I hadn't seen a peanut in so long ... so I found another one in the bag (didn't want to take the one already in Spike's dish..) and Seth and I went outside and he gave it to Sherman. Awww. Those poor rose bushes are dying... I looked at pictures from when we first bought the house and realized... uh.. dang.. we're missing a lot of rose bushes. =( I feel bad. It's the drought. I kept most of the grass alive in the front yard this year... I think ...But there's really a problem of being too busy with other things to think about watering.. much less remembering which days we're allowed to water. Because of my track record, I have to admit that buying more rose bushes probably isn't the best+ -8idea for the rose bushes (yes, SCribbles just walked by). So I'll get more drought resistant native plants that flower nearly year-round for out there. I also still want to create a tiny village of ceramic houses in the yard ... with little gnomes, of course. Well, my style gnomes.. hehe. (I totally keep typing it gmones.. )
Anyway.. Rip is eating Haley Joel Osmet and Creasy needs water and I should go to bed. Just thought I'd throw out a meaningless update to show I'm here and I'm content at the moment.
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| Wednesday, February 18th, 2009
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8:49 am - gar.
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I am again filled with rage and the feeling of being drowned in a pile of quick sand. Shit-laced quick sand. Nothing I do is right. Everything I say is taken out of context or is "rude," when all it is is clear. If I hadn't lost it already, I'd be fed up. But as it is, I'm just drowning and trying to find a way out.
After talking with Seth about it yesterday afternoon, I didn't even answer my mom's call because I was too depressed to talk about it any more.
I have no explanation for why things are going so badly other than somehow my memory chip in my brain has BROKEN and I'm an IDIOT. It's easy to say that neither is true, but ... what is the alternative explanation? I'm not being careless on PURPOSE. I simply forget things, no matter what I do. It's very very very frustrating and degrading.
Rage and hate and unfair and rage and hate. I need to get out of this loop.
Okay, yeah, sorry, Seth. I'm mad now. Because people are being asses.
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| Monday, February 16th, 2009
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9:17 am - Why not serve arsenic with it?
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ATLANTA, Georgia (CNN) -- The return of peanuts to the snack menu at Northwest Airlines this month has prompted a spasm of protests from travelers with allergies.
Just weeks after Northwest began handing out peanuts as flight snacks, customers have raised allergy concerns.
The change comes four months after Northwest merged with Atlanta-based Delta Air Lines and in the midst of a national salmonella outbreak involving Peanut Corporation of America. Georgia, where the company has a plant, is the top peanut-producing state in the country.
Northwest began handing out the goobers as snacks on February 1, as Delta has been doing for years.
In Minneapolis, where Northwest is based, news of the change has resulted in a flood of responses on the Web site of the Star Tribune, a local newspaper.
"This is a very disappointing development," wrote one man who responded to the story. "My wife's allergy is so severe that if someone is sitting next to her and eating peanuts, the odor is enough to trigger an allergic reaction."
"Northwest is really out of touch with its customers and the reality of allergies to peanuts," wrote another reader. "What's wrong with pretzels?"
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention says more than 3 million Americans are allergic to peanuts or tree nuts, while nearly 7 million are allergic to seafood. Combined, food allergies cause 30,000 cases of anaphylaxis, 2,000 hospitalizations and 150 deaths annually.
Delta says it will make accommodations for those with peanut allergies, if a request is made.
"We'll create a buffer zone of three rows in front of and three rows behind your seat," the airline's Web site says. "We'll also advise cabin service to board additional nonpeanut snacks, which will allow our flight attendants to serve these snack items to everyone within this area."
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Seriously. Think about this. It's a small area with recirculated air. Why are airlines so caught up with serving peanuts on flights? There's nothing wrong with pretzels or chips or something. Even if people don't want them, they'll survive. I have for years either brought my own snack onto a plane or didn't eat anything. The alternative to peanuts for me has often been cookies sprinkled with cinnamon -- I can't eat either. I'm not going to DIE, but I won't eat them.
The fact that someone a few rows from me could DIE because of peanuts on the plane seems very irresponsible to me. Peanuts is probably one of those most common allergies that lead to death, right? Seems there are a million other things the airlines can offer instead. It's a closed area with recirculated air. I don't see any excuse for being this irresponsible.
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| Thursday, February 12th, 2009
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| Tuesday, February 10th, 2009
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4:14 pm - gross.
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I have ringworm. Or what we would assume is ringworm because it looks rather like ringworm. It's gross.
I have one on my forearm that is just a big red gross bubbly mess.
I have one on my shoulder that is less irritated looking and more ringy looking. Perfect circle.
And I have one on my back that's pretty oblong and very ringwormy looking.
I finally made it to the doctor last night to get some prescription cream. He said this stuff is super strong, so don't use too much of it ... it has antifungal stuff in it and steroids. (*grabs baseball bat*) If I put too much on, I can end up with a discoloration on that spot forever. Ack.
Walgreens was malfunctioning last night, so I took the prescription to the pharmacy on campus today at lunch. The pharmacist reiterated what the doc had said. I took the bandaid off to show the pharmacist the really ugly one on my forearm and she really doesn't particularly want me wearing a bandaid on it .. because that just increases the intensity of the cream absorbing into my skin.
But. Um. Seriously. You don't want to see this thing. It's DISGUSTING. That's mainly why I have it covered. Even the doc said last night that I don't NEED to keep bandaids on them, and then he saw this one oozing. "oh." Yeah! Gross! If my co-worker had something that gross on their skin, I'd want them to cover it up!
But I don't want it getting more fungusy or moldy or something.. hee.
IT'S GROSS.
Also, I think I'm 100% on ruining romantic moods anytime, anywhere, with anyone. Including this morning when Seth was giving me a nice back scratch before I got out of the car.. and I said, "ooo.. scratching my ringworm for me?" I've never seen his arm retract so quickly. Sigh.
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| Saturday, February 7th, 2009
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9:58 pm - me no post? gasp!
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I got nagged at for not updating LJ or facebook much lately. Heh. Never thought that would happen, eh? And of all people, it was my brother nagging. He's right to nag -- everyone who knows me, knows I talk the most when I'm happy. Lately, I've been busy ..
And of course, since my brother's birthday was on Thursday, I woke up at 4 a.m., projectile vomiting. Oops. And then it didn't stop. Wtf? I was so confused. I hadn't felt the least bit sick before. Okay, I didn't feel GREAT at bedtime, but I thought I was just tired. I didn't see this coming. So I was sick all day on Thursday. Friday, I spent a hellish four hours at the local walk-in clinic to find out they don't know shit and have no real doctors. I managed to drag Seth home from Austin and he took care of me the rest of the day -- woke me up to eat/drink every thirty minutes or so. What a sweetie.
I started a stained glass class last Saturday with Barry, the dude who has a studio next to Steve's. But didn't make it today -- still recovering. Or, you know, just trying to get my strength back. I feel fine, other than some tummy pain. It's the weirdest thing. I was in so much pain on Thursday and most of Friday .. and now it feels like it was weeks ago. Except nothing has happened since then, so I feel like there's this black hole of nothing in my life (again). Anyway, yeah. I need to e-mail Barry to explain why I didn't make it to class today.
I hadn't gotten on the computer since Wednesday, and boy did I have a bunch of .. junk mail.
I have these horrible rashes. They started before the "Ebola." The first one I noticed was on my back... it's on my right side, right where I can't see it, but I can feel it. A few days ago, I had Seth look at it and he said it just looked like a big welt. I put some hydrocordizone cream on it and nothing happened. Then these two bug bites on my left arm (shoulder and forearm) started looking rather welty and were texturey like the one on my back. So I asked Seth last night to look at the one on my back again and he said it definitely looks like ring worm.
ACK.
I've seen it in the mirror now.. it's nasty. I put bandaids on the two on my arm. We can't decide if I really need to quarantine myself from the animals or not, but we're playing it pretty safe. I should go to the doc tomorrow to get them checked out. And seriously keep them covered up because they're ugly.
Overall, I suppose I haven't posted much because there's not much to post about except my normal whining. Although, I do keep meaning to point out that Socrates is the funniest rat ever simply because he wags his tail. The rat WAGS HIS TAIL!! It's hilarious! He does it when I scratch him. I love it.
There are other good things in life, but they get mixed up with the Ebola sometimes, so tail wagging is all I can remember at the moment.
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| Sunday, February 1st, 2009
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10:58 pm - art
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10:42 pm - rat update
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As you know, we have four rats now ... and this makes five total that Seth and I have had together. Socrates, appropriately enough, seems to be our "smartest" to date. By that, I mean he's figured out in just his one month here so far that he can climb off my chair without any help from blankets, etc., and that he can push the door to his house open and sneak out, if it's not secured properly.
Eek. It took Sherman months to learn that he could get up and down from the couch without dying. Scribbles and Rip STILL don't know they can. Well, I think Scribbles knows, but he doesn't like getting caught. Rip has no desire to explore -- the floor would terrify him.
Scribbles figured out he can climb down legs or blankets from the chair or couch, though .. and even from our bed. But Socrates beat him big time when it comes to how long it took him to figure it out.
Socrates is also a mole rat. Not literally, but he thinks he is. He loves going under covers or in your clothes. The funny thing is that he pushes with all his weight against my leg or my back or whatever part of me is in his way and somehow expects me to either move or expects to be able to mole through me. Combine the pushing/moling with climbing under my clothes and there are lots of screams around here.
Marley, on the other hand, is just plain fast. He's like I was when I was a kid -- he runs everywhere. Zoom! Blue blur. Marley fell off the couch earlier this evening and his reaction was to reach up and say, "help! help! get me back up!" hahaha. I've never seen a tatter do that before, but I was glad to help him back up. Then later, he tried to climb down off the chair the way he'd seen Socrates do it and I quickly picked him up and convinced him that wasn't a good idea.
Rip is still alpha male agoraphobe. Scribbles is still Rip's doormat and eats almost as slowly as I do (really).
I don't think we'll be putting the four together like we'd like to. Rip just flips his lid around them. He puffs up his fur to look bigger, and dude, he looks like a friggin' bear. I'm afraid he could hurt Marley. Marley wants to be dominate and I keep telling he can be over Socrates, but not Rip or Scribbles. They're much bigger than he is. Sigh.
In other mammal news, Creasy is shedding like crazy, which means I have to rinse my mouth out after holding him. No, really. Because that's the only way to get the hair out. There's no way of keeping it from getting in, unless I just plain don't touch him.. heh. Also, after holding him for a bit, I had to run and take my contacts out because there was bunny fur stuck to them. Gah.
Creasy is jealous of the little rats and is trying to be dominate over them. He's all, "What's up! Oh yeah? Come on out here!" when they're in their house .. but if he and Marley go nose to nose without a fence between them, Creasy runs.
In non-mammal news, the turtles are still swimming around in their tank .. and Moby is still the big boss in his tank.
In non-kid related news, I'm taking a stained glass class and no, I'm not making a giraffe.
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