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How dare you get a concussion

I am horrible at remembering names of coaches and such. But, the Texas Tech coach was fired after putting a player in a shed when the player came to practice in street clothes. The player had a freakin concussion. Into the shed you go, you bad boy. How dare you get a concussion! And right before a game no less. Physicians said the player was probably not harmed by being stuck in the shed, but sheesh, is that cruel or what. And, aren’t you supposed to watch people withconcussions? I mean, I know it’s not likely he would fall asleep in a shed but still. And now the coach is saying he was unlawfully fired and plans to sue.

He also happened to pick the son of a sports announcer. Not a good move.


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Boredom leading to blogging

***Warning: This post is incredibly long and holds no real value except for entertainment for myself, so don’t feel obligated to read***

This is gonna be more nothing, because I’m still totally brain dead, but now I’m bored and starting to get stir crazy. I’ve been able to sit up most of the day, so thats a good sign. B went and got me Lipton Noodle Soup because I was really craving it. He was going to get it yesterday when he ran to the store, but he forgot it, so I asked him if he could get it today, and he obliged. I really think it helped. After sitting over the hot bowl, I had a ginormous coughing fit, and now my lungs don’t feel so tight. The sneezing has slowed down. Oh please, please let this be the home stretch. I hate that I couldn’t make it to Gamma’s again today; this makes two Sundays in a row. I’m also skipping Saavi tomorrow, which bumms me out, but I’m playing it safe. I have to make it to choir on Tuesday. We’ll be finding out about solos, and she might have narrowed it down to a few who will run through the solo when we rehearse the songs, so if I made the cut, I really hope I can sing come Tuesday. I sound a bit like a frog though, so hopefully I don’t pull a Carlotta on Tuesday.

Its a seriously slow internet day. Hardly any new blog posts or emails. I’m too brain foggy to find any new blogs. I did find one blog written by a guy caring for his wife with MS, and it sounds like she’s legally blind from it too. I couldn’t tell if her blindness was caused by something else, though.

Oh, football Sundays. Oh oh, football Sundays. B watches Red Zone or something, where they recap every game going on. They cut to whatever game looks like might have a score. B is severely ADHD, so its heaven for him. I was eating my soup and I told him that channel is a non-football fan ADHD nightmare. It sounds so frantic. I don’t envy the guys that have to run that channel.

The weather is absolutely gorgeous today. 67 degrees and sunny. It rained yesterday, and I had no clue it was nice out. Our electric bill has already dropped dramatically. I had to put the heater on to get the chill out today. Gamma asked if I got that rain smell, which unfortunately I didn’t because I can’t really smell right now. There is no smell like rain on the desert floor. None like it. The smell coming up from the creosote getting moist is a smell I can’t even describe. Earthy, yet almost sweet. That doesn’t even begin to do it justice. I hope I get to smell it next time.

Timmy lkes to get under the blanket I have covering the couch. Its his favorite place to sleep. Spinelli likes to attack him when she notices he’s there, and they had a romp fest on the couch a bit ago and B said it was WWE. The other day, B sat right down on Timmy under the blanket. I said I’m the blind one, thats my job. Though I’m pretty good at the hand sweep to check for cats. I didn’t do it the other day on the bed, and sat on Timmy. He gets the brunt of the butts around here. The other cats seem to know where to sit where its safe. Poor Timmy!

Man, this blog is feeling so dull to me. this is why I’ve avoided writing while not feeling well, but I honestly didn’t know what else to do right now. I can’t even manage to try anything new with the computer or iTunes because I’m so brain foggy I just get frustrated. I need to import those Frank Mccourt books, but every time I think of it, my brain moans. Its not hard. But it takes attention that I just don’t have right now.

Well, this is just silly. I’ve got nothing to say and I can’t even manage to be silly. I’ve got no quick stories. I haven’t left the house since Tuesday. So no fun adventure stories. Just sick stories. Oh speaking of sick, my kitchen, holy God is it a mess. Thats the worst part of being sick, not keeping up on house work. That kitchen is going to be hell to clean. And I bought a Swiffer Wet Jet a few weeks ago, and its still sitting in the box in a corner. I keep forgetting to have B put it together. I bet I can figure it out. I put together a portable DVD player last year, I bet I can handle the Wet Jet. Dunno though, there might be lots of little pieces.

I’m inflicting my boredom on others. I’m so mean. though, you did choose to read this. Carin, where are you? I talked to Steve today. But you’ve been MIA. Did he eat you? Are you really the same person, pretending to be 2 people? Is Steve really your alter ego?

Third and a yard. Thats what the TV just said. Oh he said it again. First and goal. Yay. I don’t like football. I miss baseball.

Ding ding ding goes the email. I keep wanting to eat chocolate. All day I want chocolate. And unfortunately we have chocolate. So I eat it. It tastes so good with coffee. Give me a break give me a break break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar. Yum.

We got Red Lobster last night. I need to remember that I only need 2 items when I do that create your own deal. 3 items is too much. It was pretty good. How can anyone not like seafood? I can’t imagine being allergic to it. Did you know if you’re allergic to shell fish, you should never allow anyone to clean you with iodine?

Kitty eating. Spinelli cracks me up at night. Actually all the cats do at night, but especially spinelli. I usually go in and lay down with the telli at about 8 and I shut the door, because B starts his nightly ritual of playing baseball on the Playstation and listening to music. If I don’t shut the door, I hear the music. Some of it is ok, like Nirvana and other grunge bands, but not when I’m watching tv and especially not when a death metal song comes on. I hate death metal. It makes my heart race. The cats know when I’m heading into the room, and Fi is usually already on the bed. Timmy meows and follows me in there and cuddles, and then Spinelli realizes I’m not in the living room and scratches at the door. As soon as she’s in, the other 2 want out. Fi scratches at the door and meows and Timmy gets on the dresser and bumps the handle so it rattles. I get up and let them out, sometimes I’m lucky and B hears it and lets them out. Its just Spinelli and me and she meows and walks all over me for awhile and then she has to bathe. At 9 on the dot, B comes in to take his Flonase and Spinelli jumps like a gun went off and follows him into the bathroom. She knows its food time. B leaves the door open for a bit so Spinelli can eat and come back in. Then he closes the door and starts the music again, and she curls up and goes to sleep. We are definitely a family of routines. The cats will be so incredibly confused when I start taking a dog outside at 9 or 10 ha!

Spinelli is now on my lap bathing herself. She fits in well with her neurosis.

B just said John Lachey is the big free agent this year, and it doesn’t look like he’s coming back to the Angels. Man, ok I hate the Yankees, but at least some of their players are seriously loyal. Though, I bet they’re only loyal to the Yankees because of money and fame, so forget I said that.

B’s fantasy football team is doing well. Its his first year doing it, so it took awhile to get the hang of it. He was in last place for awhile and now he’s tied for fourth. I’m thinking of doing fantasy baseball next year, but I’m not sure. I’d hate to have to root against my teams.

Sniff sniff goes the nose. I hate the word nose. Its ugly. But only nose on the face, not knows like she knows. Why do I hate the word nose? I think I don’t like noses. Kevin wanted me to feel his teeth last week because he got them cleaned. He was like, feel my teeth I got them cleaned! I’m like no I’m not touching your teeth. I don’t like touching noses or teeth. I’m totally fine with feet, just not noses or teeth.

Ding. Probably more emails on the email list. I enjoy the list, but sometimes its just topics I don’t really care about. this one guy got snarky yesterday. Out of the blue. Snark. wow. Same with the accessibility list. It got kinda snarky there too, when I asked some questions about Jaws and Window Eyes for my boss. It got snarky, a blink saying something about developers don’t know anything about websites or something, and they should hire blind people. I had to defend my boss, and then she had to come defend herself and I felt like a tool. She told me not to worry, that thats why she just reads the list, but doesn’t post anymore.

Snarky. I like that word. Snarky snark. Meep meep.

Crap. I shouldn’t have said earlier that I think I’m in the home stretch. The coughing and sneezing is starting again. crap crap crap, shut up about it quit jinxing.

Oh, saying jinx makes me think of X, the letter, and I”m wondering something. Flexi. Ah! Thats it! Ok, I’ve heard people referring to “putting the dog on the flexi” but Alex says flexi like flessi, and I’ve never interacted to spell it out, so I thought they were saying flexi but maybe it was really flessi and it was a brand or something. I’m assuming flexi is that leash that comes out so the dog can run around while still being tethered. Flexi. Ha!

Think I’ve killed enough time. Maybe now there are some fun emails or blog posts.


Filed under baseball, cats, Choir, coffeeholic, desert life, dogs, Fi, Gamma, music, NaBloPoMo 2009, quirky words, sicky sick, silly girl, Spinelli, sports, The Nothing, Timmy, weather

B is a carpenter!

I’m still pretty sick, and just don’t have the mental capacity to tackle the blogs I want to write, but I just had to write quickly about B building a cd rack, because I find it so cute.

B is not the kind of man who does building and car repairs and fix it up stuff. He enjoys sports and heavy metal and internet forums. But he loves his music. Even when we switched to iPods, I convinced him to still purchase his music the old fashioned way, because part of the joy in that for him is peeling the plastic off and reading the booklet. and I love Apple, but I think it sucks that if you lose your hard drive, you lose your music. I am still a hard copy kind of gal. So today he’s building a cd rack.

He asked if I had a Phillips screw driver because he only has a flathead, so I found my trusty dusty dollar store screw driver thing with all different heads, and he began furiously building.

Its almost done now, as I took a break on this post to talk on the phone. Football and cd rack building, and I’m reading about guide dogs.

Knock on wood, I think I’m in the home stretch of this cold from hell. Hope I didn’t just jinx myself.


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Nothing to say so I’ll write a blog

I really hate it when I’ve gone through all my email, read the blogs I subscribe to, check whatever else, and then sit here thinking about what I could write and I can’t think of anything good.

So I’ll write anyway.

Hmmm. B’s computer hums really loud. Thats actually all I hear. I actually sat and listened for a minute. Is that grasping for straws? Oh the wood in the wall just popped. that freaks me out sometimes, when I hear popping and/or cracking in the walls/ceiling. Is my apartment going to cave in? Are there termites? Its just normal settling. Yeah, thats all it is. The air is warming up and the temperature is varried between the air and the wals so the walls are warming up at a slower rate, making the wood expand. Or contract. Which is it? I don’t remember. Oh man would my chemistry teacher be disappointed? Or would that be my physics teacher?

I always liked physics better. I was always so visual oh there;s a really loud pop in the ceiling. Anyway, physics and geometry were always my favorites. Dave actually guessed that I was good at geometry on Friday when he told me to turn left about 45 degrees and I nailed the angle. I guess thats why I was good at pool.

I miss pool. So many little intricasies. Angles and speed and english and thinking how the english on the cue ball will affect the object ball or the angle coming off the rails, man I miss my old bank shuts and extreme cuts and trying to snooker my apponent. I miss competing. Competing was always so fun.

Maybe I’ll join the goal ball team. It would be nice to cmpete again. But in goal ball you have to be pretty bulky and sturdy and I’m trying to slim down and tone up. But it would be fun. though they play on their knees and my knees aren’t in the best of shape. But I bet my future guide dog would like to take me to goal ball practice.

I haven’t had dreams about a guide dog. I’m gathering from a lot of the other blogs I read that people have dreams about their guide dog and school and stuff right before they go and right after they get back.

I don’t remember my dreams much. Its really rare to wake up and remember a dream. My Grandma tells me about some of her dreams and the one she told me Friday gave me the chills and made me afraid to shower, but I’m not gonna post it cuz it was too freaky.

I’m going to Grandma’s today. I forgot to get the peach pie so we have to stop and get that first. I wonder when the baseball game is on.

The stupid Yankees won last night. I’m hating this World Series.

Do you think poker is something that should be on ESPN? They call it the World Series of poker. I don’t understand it. Its a card game. B said its competition, so it belongs on ESPN. He used to tell me its no different than pool being on ESPN. I think pool belongs on ESPN though. Maybe thats just cuz I like pool.

I think there has to be a way for blind people to play pool. How did I get back on pool? See I was trying to just ramble on finding ways to segway into another topic and here I am back at pool.

One of the bloggers wishes her dog could get in the pool. I’m gonna have to figure out a way for my dog to swim too. I wonder if there are any doggy pools, though I wouldn’ want me dog to be in a pool with just any other dog.

Other dogs are mean. I read blogs about other dogs and other dogs scare me. If anyone or any dog hurts my dog, oooh hell noooo there would be hell to pay.

Oh crap its time to pay rent. Man I hate rent paying. There goes all that money! Bye bye money! People say “buy a house”. But I like renting. Anything breaks, they fix it, for free! Well I know its included in the rent, but ya know. I don’t have credit cards, how would I pay for a broken a/c or fridge?

I want to finally turn the a/c off for good. Its November already and we still have the a/c on at leat we did last night for a bit. This is when everyone gets sick, cuz it cools off and then warms up and cools off an warms up and cools off and warms up. Ah, the desert. We’re special here, we don’t even change our clocks.

My talking watch automatically changes itself for DST. It doesn’t know it lives in Arizona. My phone and computer know not to change. Now all the cable tv shows will be on at different times. I hate DST. It has no meaning for me. DST. Don’t say that? DST. Don’t sit there.

I couldn’t just sit here. Thats why I had to write a blog about nothing. Oh duh, I could have been importing books. Ok maybe I’ll do that now. Heard the email ding quite a few times. Lets start the whole thing over…check emails, get caught up on reading list, check whatever other site…hahaha.

Ok. So sorry. If you stuck with this blog till now, you know I’m a little wacky 😉

Though you probably already knew that hehehe hahahaha hehehehe!

Oh yeah, I don’t feel like diting, so sorry for typos. Typos are funny on a screenreader. Oh no, I could strt rambling again. no no no! The lady in the lobby afraid of the dog no no no, Karen walks away yes yes yes LOLOL!


Filed under baseball, dogs, Gamma, goalball, guide dogs, pool, rambles, random stuff, screen reader, sports, The Nothing, weather

Oh baseball, baseball, pffft

I just never understood it when B would watch a sporting event and get totally caught up, slapping the floor so hard it hurt once, kicking the wall, shouting expletives, or in a joyous state, clapping so loud the neighbors could hear and shouting like he just won the lottery. Or skipping something else much for fun because a game was on. I just didn’t get it. I tried faking it during basketball playoffs when we were first together, tried learning hockey, but it just wasn’t me. I hated sports.

Until last year.

We had just moved in together about 2 months before baseball started. The first of April, B said he was ordering MLB Extra Innings for the tv and I rolled my eyes. He said he’d pay for it, don’t worry, unless he caught me in the bedroom watching baseball. Yeah. Not bloody likely.

Then the blindness happened and I would escape to the bedroom to listen to my shows, crime shows, medical stuff, anything but baseball.

But then I started crocheting, so at least I could crochet while the stupid sport was on, for entertainment.

I couldn’t help but listen. I always liked the Cubs, since my grandparents lived in Chicago, so my ears perked up whenever the Cubs were on. They were actually making the playoffs. Good for them. Then other stories, different players would have the focus, B would fill me in on back story. And then he was just going nuts about “those Tampa Bay Rays”, how they had been the worst team in baseball and they were winning after a new name…I would listen then, especially when Evan Longoria came to bat because his at bat music was great. (Tantric – Down and Out)

Before I knew it i was caught up in rooting for the Rays and they made the playoffs and beat the Red Sox. I was really getting into this! I started yelling at the tv! I would cheer! I was scream!

And then B caught me listening to baseball in the bedroom.

I had to find the upper channel where the extra innings package started, and scroll up until I heard a familiar name, to find the Rays game. Or maybe that was this season. yeah, nevermind. Last year during the playoffs I just had to check TBS or Fox.


The Rays lost to the Phillies and I actually cried. I didn’t want baseball to be over. I had just discovered it. And the Rays lost.

This year I was ready. I ordered Rays stuff online, dealt with the tv only briefly before getting Gameday audio on my computer. I checked the shedule and the standings in iGoogle, started posting on the mlb boards.
Once I hit my leg so hard it hurt.

B told me I should have a third team. Why? Because you should. I have three teams, so should you. Why not the Diamondbacks?

Naw…I don’t feel any emotion towards them. I need an emotional draw towards a sports team. So I was on the search, “interviewing” potential third teams.

Then the Angels’ rookie pitcher Nick Adenhart pitched a great game, his dad was there, he was in a van with 3 other passengers after the game, got hit by a drunk driver, and killed.

The Angels became my third team.

I signed up for text alerts on my phone, so anytime the Rays, Angels and Cubs played, I got alerts at the end of the 3rd, 6th, and final innings, as well as all scoring plays.

B and I went to see the Angels play the Diamondbacks during interleague play, and the Angels won!

Well, the Rays and Cubs didn’t make the playoffs.

The Angels swept the Red Soc in the first round, and then went on to play the Yankees.

They lost last night. Its over. All over. I’ll watch the World Series only to hope the Yankees don’t win. I’m not rooting for the Phillies. They are the Rays’ enemy. I’m rooting against the yankees.

But the passion is gone. The fire out. I’m already looking to next season.

I feel empty.

What has baseball done to me?!?!


Filed under assistive technologies, baseball, crochet, evan longoria, misty eyes, silly girl, sports

Things are ramping up, getting busy

Today I start the workouts at Saavi. Its such a coolthing. They’ve had exersise machines donated to them, and they have two work out rooms. One is a weight room and the other, cardio. Today I’ll do an evaluation and some minor things, I think. Dave and I did O&M there on Friday, so I know my way around. I’ll be meeting with my idol, my role model. She is a gold medal winning parolympian in the sport of Goalball. Goalball is a sport for the blind, developed after WWI after the men came home blinded. Its a game played on a gym floor, with ropes laid down for positioning, and 2 goals. There are 3 people to a team, and its played kneeling on the floor, with a soccor sized ball with bells inside. The players try and score goals while not letting the other team score goals. When I found out about this girl, I was just in awe. I’ll be working with her for 6 weeks, while the other trainer, a sighted guy, does some blind fold training. I’m so excited to be working out, finally getting in shape. To have a safe place to work out is such a nice thing!

It is also very serendipitous how it happened. I was looking in to getting a guide dog last week, when I got the call for the exersise starting up. If I’m going to get a dog, I have to build up my stamina and this is getting me on my way.

I had gotten really fatigued a few weeks ago, mixed in with some depression, and it led me to take some time away from Saavi and rest. So, now I’m behind in my braille, which I have to catch up on tomorrow, for class on Wednesday. Time to get back in action, time to stop slacking. If I’m going to get a guide dog, there can be no more slacking lol.

The workouts are right along with the doggy diaries, but I didn’t title this under the doggy diaries yet because I want to start at the beginning on how that is developing. Right now I’m just getting used to blogging again haha. I don’t een think anyone is reading, so I feel like I’m just talking to myself hahaha! I don’t feel like going back and editing, so I won’t 😉

Oh yeah, talking about Goalball reminds me of something I just recently realized. Most of the “blind stuff” like guide dogs, canes, blind sports etc, seem to have come to fuition because of the blinded servicemen from WWI. I remember talking to someone about horrible events like wars and hurricanes and stuff, and how one finds faith even though those terrible things have happened. She tried to explain to me that wonderful things came out of war, and I just didn’t see it. Well, this is a great example…without those men who were blinded, would the blind have so many wonderful things to help them acheive a wonderful life today? Some interesting food for thought. I know I’m grateful for them, and they certainly didn’t lose their vision in vein.

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