Tuesday, February 27, 2007
beware my terrifying quiz...
Fine! I admit it! I'm not the vegetarian I've been portraying myself to be all these years! Happy now?! But Lawyer Abduction is so much fun...
Labels: quizzes
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
it's about damn time...
Experts Issue New Heart Disease Guidelines for Women
American Heart Association recommendations now focus on a woman's lifetime risk
I admit, it has been my recent health scare that opened my eyes to the disparity in treating women for heart disease - thankfully, in my case, all tests for my heart have come out negative - ie, heart strong and good - including the echocardiogram and stress test. But not all women have been as fortunate. Hopefully doctors will take these new guidelines and run with them.
American Heart Association recommendations now focus on a woman's lifetime risk
The American Heart Association has updated and sharpened its guidelines for preventing heart disease in women.It's as if the medical community is realizing that women with health issues aren't just being hysterical, or that female physiology is different enough from men that maybe diagnosing and treating heart disease needs to be approached from another angle. What a concept.
The focus now is on a woman's lifetime risk for heart disease, not just her short-term risk, as was the case in the 2004 guidelines.
The 2007 Guidelines for Preventing Cardiovascular Disease in Women are published this week in a special issue of the journal Circulation devoted to women's health, and were outlined at an AHA press conference Tuesday.
I admit, it has been my recent health scare that opened my eyes to the disparity in treating women for heart disease - thankfully, in my case, all tests for my heart have come out negative - ie, heart strong and good - including the echocardiogram and stress test. But not all women have been as fortunate. Hopefully doctors will take these new guidelines and run with them.
Labels: good things, health
Friday, February 16, 2007
you don't quiz me the way you used to...
| Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) | 75% | |
| Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) | 65% | |
| Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) | 60% | |
| Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) | 60% | |
| River (Stowaway) | 60% | |
| Inara Serra (Companion) | 50% | |
| Wash (Ship Pilot) | 50% | |
| Derrial Book (Shepherd) | 45% | |
| Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) | 30% | |
| Alliance | 25% | |
| A Reaver (Cannibal) | 10% |
Click here to take the Serenity Personality Quiz
Know what's cool? According to Nathan Fillion's MySpace page, I'm more Malcom Reynolds than he is. Sweet.
(BTW, wanna see a cute ass? Check this out. It's almost as cute as HSTeacher's. And I'm not just saying that. I'm not an much of an ass-girl, but HSTeacher has a mighty fine ass.)
tripping to and fro...
...Tucson, that is.
Last weekend HSTeacher and I drove to Tucson for an overnight stay so that we could attend the naming ceremony for BestFriend's new baby girl. It was a long drive, to be sure, and I admit to a bit of trepidation, as road trips are notorious for bringing out the worst in people. Thankfully my fears (and, I found out later, HSTeacher's) were unfounded, as the outing went well. Doesn't mean there weren't moments of tense to be had. But we weathered those moments well and realized, yeah, we still like and love each other. In the end, it was all good. Plus, though HSTeacher has not yet met my family - what with most of them being flung all over the damn place - he did meet BestFriend and her family, including her parents and sister. The only people I've known longer than them are my own family, and they've long been another family to me. And BestFriend approves of HSTeacher, which is always of the good.
And now for some photos from the weekend:
Saturday was cloudy and threatened to rain, but luckily the rain stayed away.
I have a love of taking pictures of landscapes and clouds, so the nature obliged me by combining both in one easy to take picture.
We shared the driving duties heading out of town (HSTeacher was the primary driver heading home). Here HSTeacher has his turn at the wheel.
And what to I do when I get behind the wheel? Endanger our lives by taking pictures. Thing is, I only looked away for one second to frame this shot. Not bad, huh?
As the clouds rolled in, threatening us with rain, the sky took on a surreal quality.
I have pictures from visitng BestFriend, and from the wonderful ceremony, but I haven't gotten permission to publish them, so they won't go up here. However, just as we were leaving, we got BFSis to take this picture:
And as we left BestFriend's house, the Tucson sunset greeted us:
After a long drive, we saw Downtown Los Angeles welcoming us home:
(Okay, that was actually me taking the picture the next day as I was driving home from HSTeacher's place - we had rented a car for the weekend. But is still makes a good timeline, doesn't it?)
A good weekend, all told. I'm very happy we did it.
Last weekend HSTeacher and I drove to Tucson for an overnight stay so that we could attend the naming ceremony for BestFriend's new baby girl. It was a long drive, to be sure, and I admit to a bit of trepidation, as road trips are notorious for bringing out the worst in people. Thankfully my fears (and, I found out later, HSTeacher's) were unfounded, as the outing went well. Doesn't mean there weren't moments of tense to be had. But we weathered those moments well and realized, yeah, we still like and love each other. In the end, it was all good. Plus, though HSTeacher has not yet met my family - what with most of them being flung all over the damn place - he did meet BestFriend and her family, including her parents and sister. The only people I've known longer than them are my own family, and they've long been another family to me. And BestFriend approves of HSTeacher, which is always of the good.
And now for some photos from the weekend:
Saturday was cloudy and threatened to rain, but luckily the rain stayed away.
I have a love of taking pictures of landscapes and clouds, so the nature obliged me by combining both in one easy to take picture.
We shared the driving duties heading out of town (HSTeacher was the primary driver heading home). Here HSTeacher has his turn at the wheel.
And what to I do when I get behind the wheel? Endanger our lives by taking pictures. Thing is, I only looked away for one second to frame this shot. Not bad, huh?
As the clouds rolled in, threatening us with rain, the sky took on a surreal quality.
I have pictures from visitng BestFriend, and from the wonderful ceremony, but I haven't gotten permission to publish them, so they won't go up here. However, just as we were leaving, we got BFSis to take this picture:
And as we left BestFriend's house, the Tucson sunset greeted us:
After a long drive, we saw Downtown Los Angeles welcoming us home:
(Okay, that was actually me taking the picture the next day as I was driving home from HSTeacher's place - we had rented a car for the weekend. But is still makes a good timeline, doesn't it?)
A good weekend, all told. I'm very happy we did it.
Labels: BestFriend, good things, HSTeacher
Thursday, February 08, 2007
channelling jimmy carter...
Oh, not in the diplomatic way, or in the building homes for Habitat for Humanity way (though I've done some work with them in the past) or even in a lust in my heart sort of way (though, you know, I have many times since puberty).
No, much like the country over which Carter presided when he spoke of a crisis in confidence, I'm feeling malaise.
All day I've tired and achy, with a bit of crankiness thrown in. Bones are too heavy to move. Mucsles think atrophy would be just peachy, swearing that vice-grips hold them in one place. Eyelids threaten to close. Brain wants to shut off and roll under the covers. People completely annoy the crap out of me.
Some moments I'm almost okay, but then a wave of malaise hits me anew, and I just want to crawl under my desk and curl up, waiting for it to go away and hoping I'll feel better soon.
The timing is, of course, rotten, as I'll be going to Tucson this weekend with HSTeacher. Sunday BestFriend and her family are having a naming ceremony for her new baby girl and HSTeacher and I will be driving there and back. It'll be the first time we go on a trip together, so I'm excited. But I'm also feeling a little trepidation, as we'll be driving fourteen hours round-trip and I am not a fan of long drives. I hope my crankiness clears up by the time we head out of L.A., else I will not be a fun traveling companion.
Of course I have tons of things to do tonight, but I lack the energy to do them. I wish I could take tomorrow off, but I'll be out of the office on Monday thanks to my treadmill stress test, so taking tomorrow off as well wouldn't be a good thing.
Too much to do, as usual, and no time to get it all done.
No, much like the country over which Carter presided when he spoke of a crisis in confidence, I'm feeling malaise.
All day I've tired and achy, with a bit of crankiness thrown in. Bones are too heavy to move. Mucsles think atrophy would be just peachy, swearing that vice-grips hold them in one place. Eyelids threaten to close. Brain wants to shut off and roll under the covers. People completely annoy the crap out of me.
Some moments I'm almost okay, but then a wave of malaise hits me anew, and I just want to crawl under my desk and curl up, waiting for it to go away and hoping I'll feel better soon.
The timing is, of course, rotten, as I'll be going to Tucson this weekend with HSTeacher. Sunday BestFriend and her family are having a naming ceremony for her new baby girl and HSTeacher and I will be driving there and back. It'll be the first time we go on a trip together, so I'm excited. But I'm also feeling a little trepidation, as we'll be driving fourteen hours round-trip and I am not a fan of long drives. I hope my crankiness clears up by the time we head out of L.A., else I will not be a fun traveling companion.
Of course I have tons of things to do tonight, but I lack the energy to do them. I wish I could take tomorrow off, but I'll be out of the office on Monday thanks to my treadmill stress test, so taking tomorrow off as well wouldn't be a good thing.
Too much to do, as usual, and no time to get it all done.
Labels: health, HSTeacher, pouty face
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
whoops!
Methinks someone on JPL's web team needs to do a little proofreading (click on picture to read the fine print):
Everyone knows cheese isn't vegan!
Everyone knows cheese isn't vegan!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
wanna hear a joke?
How many JPL employees does it take to figure out how to use an IKEA can opener?
Five: one deputy program manager, one engineer, one administrator and two secretaries. For over twenty minutes. And it was one of the secretaries (not me) that found the hidden lever in the handle.
BTW, the can opener was brought by yours truly. Leave it to me to cause a ruckus in the work place.
Five: one deputy program manager, one engineer, one administrator and two secretaries. For over twenty minutes. And it was one of the secretaries (not me) that found the hidden lever in the handle.
BTW, the can opener was brought by yours truly. Leave it to me to cause a ruckus in the work place.
more about the walk...
As many of you may know by now, yesterday Molly Ivins passed away, after a long struggle with breast cancer. She was 62.
It's sobering to look at her age, to realize that when she died, Ms. Ivins was younger than my mother is now.
My commitment to this walk is even keener. Not only am I doing this in honor of my mother - a wonderful woman who's had too much of life's darker side kick her in the head - but now in memory of a keenly sharp woman who's life work was to skewer the pomposity and over-weening arrogance of those who purported to be in service of the American people. She called 'em like she saw 'em, and she saw 'em as clear-eyed as anyone did, and clearer-eyed than most.
RIP, Ms. Ivins. You're already missed.
It's sobering to look at her age, to realize that when she died, Ms. Ivins was younger than my mother is now.
My commitment to this walk is even keener. Not only am I doing this in honor of my mother - a wonderful woman who's had too much of life's darker side kick her in the head - but now in memory of a keenly sharp woman who's life work was to skewer the pomposity and over-weening arrogance of those who purported to be in service of the American people. She called 'em like she saw 'em, and she saw 'em as clear-eyed as anyone did, and clearer-eyed than most.
RIP, Ms. Ivins. You're already missed.
woohoo!
It was only yesterday that registered for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer and set up my fundraising page. Already I have $150 in donations, which is already over half of what I had when I tried the APLA Half-Marathon (I was horrible at fundraising).
Yeah, I'm jazzed. Whee!
(Yet more proof that it really doesn't take much to make me happy. Such a simple girl, am I.)
Yeah, I'm jazzed. Whee!
(Yet more proof that it really doesn't take much to make me happy. Such a simple girl, am I.)
Labels: charity, good things, health
well...FINE!
This morning I was reading an MSN TV piece about picking TV's best campy classics, nodding my head at the selections, though many of them I'd barely seen. Dukes of Hazzard? Yep. MacGyver? You betcha. The double Hasslehoff whammy of Knight Rider and Baywatch? Oh, hell yes.
But then I came to the end of the "article" and my face fell, my eyebrows knitting over the bridge of my nose in consternation. Star Trek? Star Trek?! Are they out of their freaking minds?!!
But then I was forced to step back and view it objectively as William Shatner's visage peered suavely yet pensively out at me and I read the words, "Then, of course, there was William Shatner, a man whose glorious overacting and inflated machismo pre-dated Hasselhoff by several decades."
And I thought, "Damned fucking straight, and don't you forget it, Hasselhoff!"
The I slowly closed the page, nodding again. Because, much as it pains me to admit this, and much as I adore Star Trek, its camp factor could be inordinately high at times. I mean, Spock's Brain alone has enough camp for the entire Star Trek franchise.
I'm surprised TJ Hooker didn't make the list. Damned punks.
But then I came to the end of the "article" and my face fell, my eyebrows knitting over the bridge of my nose in consternation. Star Trek? Star Trek?! Are they out of their freaking minds?!!
But then I was forced to step back and view it objectively as William Shatner's visage peered suavely yet pensively out at me and I read the words, "Then, of course, there was William Shatner, a man whose glorious overacting and inflated machismo pre-dated Hasselhoff by several decades."
And I thought, "Damned fucking straight, and don't you forget it, Hasselhoff!"
The I slowly closed the page, nodding again. Because, much as it pains me to admit this, and much as I adore Star Trek, its camp factor could be inordinately high at times. I mean, Spock's Brain alone has enough camp for the entire Star Trek franchise.
I'm surprised TJ Hooker didn't make the list. Damned punks.
Labels: pouty face, tantrums, TV
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