like 35 years ago, when my parents we dating, my dad went to the hospital for something or another. the dr takes some blood and comes back with a very serious face and tells my dad that they're going to have to keep him overnight because he apparently has leukemia.
my dad had to go home to drop off the car and by the time he came back he had already missed dinner service, which sucked cause my dad didn't eat dinner on his own. the next morning the hospital didn't get him breakfast because the night before he came in after they had taken orders for breakfast.
the blood specialist comes in and tells my dad that, haha, there seems to be a mistake. he doesn't have deadly leukemia, he has much less serious anemia! which, after talking to my dad about his life style, is probably because he doesn't eat a balanced diet. so anyway, he can go home.
my dad calls his friend to come pick him up. the friend says that he can come on his lunch break, around 1pm. my dad waits around and of course doesn't get served lunch because of course he should have been home by then. (he's missed three meals in a row by now!!) my dad keep waiting and waiting until it's after 2pm, wondering where this friend is. he can't get a hold of his friend so he calls his landlord (he hadn't lived in la for so long and didn't have so many friends with cars) who came to pick him up around 3pm.
when he goes downstairs to be picked up, the receptionist is like "i thought you left with your friend hours ago!" um... no, cause apparently someone else told the friend my dad has already been picked up!
the hospital eventually closed. btw. thank god. i'm not sure from what, but it's clear they were not being managed very well. my dad was in the hospital for about 24 hours and didn't get a single meal! and the whole reason they kept him was because they misdiagnosed him too! ...ridiculous!
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
lb 2013
long beach this year was really good. last year i didn't have such a good time because i was working too much and because of some drama with rip. but this year it was totally different. i barely volunteered at all since we already had so many marshaling volunteers. and even better, since they had mostly paddled before, they were all great! in addition to not working, i only paddled with socow and called a couple races for boston sci, so i had a lot more free time this race. i even managed to take a nap on saturday!
of course, i didn't hang out at the tent all weekend. in addition to the usual stuff, gary let me start a race! i was pretty nervous, of course, since i'd read a lot of bad reviews of our starter from baby LB. but it was an elementary school race so it was only 4 boats, i knew all the steers, and it was a 250m without the start blocks. so i got all the boats lined up pretty quickly, and i did the thing: "paddlers are you ready, attention please, go!" and no one moved. no one. not even a little bit. lol. gary and i looked at each other. "i don't think they heard you." hahaha, then he did it himself and it went fine. :) i later talked to a steer from the race and he said they did hear me but since they were elementary school kids they just weren't ready to go yet. lol. maybe i should've called the all women's cancer survivor's race.
boston sci did terribly. of course. i think we place last in all our races? maybe 2nd to last in one or two, lol., oh well. socow did not do well in our first race, but it was seeding to div III and IV so we were up against some very legit year-round teams (including lard red!). in our 2nd race our steer miscounted lanes and we ended up colliding with electric dragons before she called a check. we placed last. didn't even beat the pinks. sheesh. in our finals race, since the team was pretty upset with her (she'd actually messed up in our first race too, tho nothing that cost us time), i switched steers and went with herrick, a festival team steer. but i've always liked him and thought he did a good job at testing a couple weeks ago. he did excellently. everyone really liked him. and, more importantly, we placed 2nd! 2nd in the lowest division, mix IV C, but it meant that we won medals. haha!
i had to stay for the award ceremony since i was presenting the icdbf trophies and since socow won our first medals in like give years some of the team also decided to stay behind since it was was supposed to be no more than a two hour wait. supposed to be. ...and so of course it ended up taking something like four fucking hours or something like that. they ended up rerunning a race, which took forever. and for some crazy reason they stopped using both sets of boats so things ended up taking even longer. i got on the chase boats taping the start blocks (even got on the catamaran this time!), and nosed around starting too. probably should've went to marshaling to try to hustle things along or at least find out what the delay was about (starting and chase boats had no idea what was happening. our walkies were either not working, or were not being responded to).
awards were... not so bad. haha, i breezed thru mine, which was easy since i only handed out six. but we stayed nearly thru the end because mary announced the regular awards in "reverse" order so div 4c was announced last! gah!!
that night we went to korean bbq, of course. (at some point over the weekend our team chant became "bar be que! bar be que! bar be que!") where we were presented our medals. after we had boba. it was pretty great since everyone went to both!
anyway, so yeah. this year was great! it was like before i got too involved with the other stuff and stopped having fun. i know mike wants me to be a race official (which i think i'm going to do for the la race again), but i really like not running around so much. i got to hang with the team, which was really great. the only thing that would've made this year better is if rip was around, but he was in the carribean for a tourney. as i told him before, i'm sad i didn't go with him, but since i would've regretted something either way, i picked the one i knew i could live with. there were of course a few hiccups but i think the overall feeling from everyone is that this was our best tourney yet.
anyway, so yeah. this year was great! it was like before i got too involved with the other stuff and stopped having fun. i know mike wants me to be a race official (which i think i'm going to do for the la race again), but i really like not running around so much. i got to hang with the team, which was really great. the only thing that would've made this year better is if rip was around, but he was in the carribean for a tourney. as i told him before, i'm sad i didn't go with him, but since i would've regretted something either way, i picked the one i knew i could live with. there were of course a few hiccups but i think the overall feeling from everyone is that this was our best tourney yet.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
type cast
assuming there is an answer, is it good or bad to have a "type"?
having a type means that you know what you want. you're attracted to a type of person and don't want to waste your time dating others. that's good, no? except, at worst, it might also say that you're narrow minded. i think i'd just worry that i'd miss someone really great for me because they don't fulfill all the requirements on my "checklist". but i am the kind of person who thinks that new experiences are good, and that getting out of your comfort zone is generally a good thing.
not having a type means that you'll constantly be getting close to new people who maybe don't have much in common with you. it gives you the opportunity to learn new things, or, at the very least, find out about how different people are from you. but not having a type can also mean that you don't know what you like. because maybe you don't know who you are. you can see this is those girlfriends (or boyfriends) who, with every new boyfriend (or girlfriend) picks up a new hobby or lifestyle: bowling, watching tennis, fishing. it's cool if your significant other introduces you to something that sparks a genuine interest. but it's a little strange when immediately after that breakup you're googling tattoo removal and deleting all your punk mp3s.
having a type means that you know what you want. you're attracted to a type of person and don't want to waste your time dating others. that's good, no? except, at worst, it might also say that you're narrow minded. i think i'd just worry that i'd miss someone really great for me because they don't fulfill all the requirements on my "checklist". but i am the kind of person who thinks that new experiences are good, and that getting out of your comfort zone is generally a good thing.
not having a type means that you'll constantly be getting close to new people who maybe don't have much in common with you. it gives you the opportunity to learn new things, or, at the very least, find out about how different people are from you. but not having a type can also mean that you don't know what you like. because maybe you don't know who you are. you can see this is those girlfriends (or boyfriends) who, with every new boyfriend (or girlfriend) picks up a new hobby or lifestyle: bowling, watching tennis, fishing. it's cool if your significant other introduces you to something that sparks a genuine interest. but it's a little strange when immediately after that breakup you're googling tattoo removal and deleting all your punk mp3s.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
avoiding ghosts
how to avoid a haunted house:
- don't have kids.
- if you have kids, and a daughter, don't let her have long hair.
- if you a kid that sleepwalks, get rid of that kid immediately.
- don't buy your kids scary looking toys, especially creepy looking dolls.
- if your kid finds a toy, get rid of the toy. to be safe, maybe the kid too.
- don't ever play creepy games with kids involving looking into mirrors.
- to prevent your kid from playing creepy games involving looking into mirrors, get rid of the kid (or mirrors, I guess)
- only get rid of your kids in a humane manner (absolutely no drowning!). and the father should probably do it, not the mother.
- hire a priest immediately if your kid has an imaginary friend. that friend is not imaginary. it's a fucking ghost.
- bring your dog to your prospective house before buying it. if your dog has a bad reaction, don't buy it; it's haunted. don't have a dog? borrow one. hell, borrow a couple anyway, in case that first dog is a dummy.
- don't get a house that doesn't have neighbors nearby. unless those neighbors are scary looking, or have kids with creepy dolls. then they're probably murderers.
- if you wake up with unexplained bruises, call a priest.
- don't investigate scary noises, especially if you're alone. and don't ever look under your bed.
- if you have the urge to turn around to see what's behind you, don't turn slow. turn fast and maybe scare that ghost first.
- inexplicable static on the tv/radio? clocks stop the same time each day for no reason? yup, you're screwed.
- get a flashlight, idiot, it's the 21st century. matches are like beacons for ghosts anyway. but be sure to constantly check your batteries.
- don't take baths. especially if it's an old standalone bathtub.
- avoid houses with wallpaper, hardwood floors, curtains, a cellar, and without modern heating.
- discover a boarded up room or cellar after moving in? gtfo!!
- after moving in, if you find anything left behind in the house, first get a priest to do a cleansing, then burn that shit.
- wd40 everything. ghosts are attracted to squeaky hinges.
- don't buy an old house (duh). a condo is probably your safest bet. apartments are occasionally haunted too. especially if they're old or it's in a high tower.
- do some freaking homework before you buy a house. someone killed themselves in there? don't buy it. (unless your dog says it's okay. but if your dog changes its mind, move immediately)
if you want to be extra careful:
- don't get a house with a lake behind it.
- if there's a big dead tree with sturdy branches in the yard, that's a sure fire sign that someone was hanged there. and yes, they're still pissed about it.
- don't have old things like antiques or heirlooms. get all your shit from ikea or target.
- don't live back east or in the midwest. what was the last ghost movie set somewhere tropical? besides, houses back east tend to be 1. old and 2. have cellars, curtains, hardwood floors, wallpaper and no modern heating. in other words, they're freaking ghost magnets.
- don't be white. being japanese probably doesn't help either.
- don't be female.
- can't say this enough, but don't have kids.
*disclaimer about kids. having one doesn't guarantee a haunting. but the more kids you have (unless they're identical twins) seems to prevent hauntings. and the older they get, the less likely anyone is to get possessed. unless they're a teenager, then you're right back in the danger zone cause teens like to play creepy games, often with mirrors. but usually that "ghost" ends up being a serial killer who only kills teens and their stupid friends. so if it's too late and you already have a teenager, start scheduling a lot of vacations away from it.
- don't have kids.
- if you have kids, and a daughter, don't let her have long hair.
- if you a kid that sleepwalks, get rid of that kid immediately.
- don't buy your kids scary looking toys, especially creepy looking dolls.
- if your kid finds a toy, get rid of the toy. to be safe, maybe the kid too.
- don't ever play creepy games with kids involving looking into mirrors.
- to prevent your kid from playing creepy games involving looking into mirrors, get rid of the kid (or mirrors, I guess)
- only get rid of your kids in a humane manner (absolutely no drowning!). and the father should probably do it, not the mother.
- hire a priest immediately if your kid has an imaginary friend. that friend is not imaginary. it's a fucking ghost.
- bring your dog to your prospective house before buying it. if your dog has a bad reaction, don't buy it; it's haunted. don't have a dog? borrow one. hell, borrow a couple anyway, in case that first dog is a dummy.
- don't get a house that doesn't have neighbors nearby. unless those neighbors are scary looking, or have kids with creepy dolls. then they're probably murderers.
- if you wake up with unexplained bruises, call a priest.
- don't investigate scary noises, especially if you're alone. and don't ever look under your bed.
- if you have the urge to turn around to see what's behind you, don't turn slow. turn fast and maybe scare that ghost first.
- inexplicable static on the tv/radio? clocks stop the same time each day for no reason? yup, you're screwed.
- get a flashlight, idiot, it's the 21st century. matches are like beacons for ghosts anyway. but be sure to constantly check your batteries.
- don't take baths. especially if it's an old standalone bathtub.
- avoid houses with wallpaper, hardwood floors, curtains, a cellar, and without modern heating.
- discover a boarded up room or cellar after moving in? gtfo!!
- after moving in, if you find anything left behind in the house, first get a priest to do a cleansing, then burn that shit.
- wd40 everything. ghosts are attracted to squeaky hinges.
- don't buy an old house (duh). a condo is probably your safest bet. apartments are occasionally haunted too. especially if they're old or it's in a high tower.
- do some freaking homework before you buy a house. someone killed themselves in there? don't buy it. (unless your dog says it's okay. but if your dog changes its mind, move immediately)
if you want to be extra careful:
- don't get a house with a lake behind it.
- if there's a big dead tree with sturdy branches in the yard, that's a sure fire sign that someone was hanged there. and yes, they're still pissed about it.
- don't have old things like antiques or heirlooms. get all your shit from ikea or target.
- don't live back east or in the midwest. what was the last ghost movie set somewhere tropical? besides, houses back east tend to be 1. old and 2. have cellars, curtains, hardwood floors, wallpaper and no modern heating. in other words, they're freaking ghost magnets.
- don't be white. being japanese probably doesn't help either.
- don't be female.
- can't say this enough, but don't have kids.
*disclaimer about kids. having one doesn't guarantee a haunting. but the more kids you have (unless they're identical twins) seems to prevent hauntings. and the older they get, the less likely anyone is to get possessed. unless they're a teenager, then you're right back in the danger zone cause teens like to play creepy games, often with mirrors. but usually that "ghost" ends up being a serial killer who only kills teens and their stupid friends. so if it's too late and you already have a teenager, start scheduling a lot of vacations away from it.
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