caution: long skirt

so, the danger of a long skirt is that it often does what it wants. yesterday, my long skirt decided to get tucked into my underwear. thankfully, Victor saw me (and tucked skirt) in the hallway and tactfully let me know just before i walked into a very serious meeting with several serious people. victor is like a father figure, and Columbian, so it was somehow comforting and funny and not embarrassing at all.

haha...

slow

this blogger site is beautiful to behold, but i must tell you that it is slow as mo. lass. us.

i am afraid that i might have to give this one an early retirement and direct you to my xanga site, since i do get charged by the minute to hop on the world wide web. so long. so long. front foot leads the back one. so long, and i won't be back soon.

automated answer

i have this problem. everytime i call a number with an automated answering system ("to reach such-and-such, please press 1"), my brain turns off my ears. i think about other things up until the voice reaches like 3 or so, and then i realize i need to finish listening to the rest of the entire menu and listen to it all from the beginning again. if the menu is long, i'll stop listening again, and always miss the menu choice that i need. always. thank goodness they're usually toll free.

today i called Sallie Mae, because i wanted to know what happens to my loans when i die. do they go to heaven with me? morbidly inquiring minds want to know! all i wanted to do was ask a simple question, but i had to wade through TWO automated menus and then a wait time. i talked to someone in India, i think. he was rather nice.

so, the answer: after a phone call to Sallie, an application for a death claim via mail, and furnishing of a death certificate, a deceased person's educational loans will be forgiven. the processing could take 60 days or so, but they will be gone. yay!

it's a load off of my back. not that i plan on dying right now, but it's nice to know that i won't be leaving behind any financial burdens for my family if i do go to chill with God earlier than expected.

lovelove,
youngin

my parents

they ate all my marshmallows. they're marshmallow monsters.

toilets awry

to my great dismay, the handle that flushes my toilet completely fell off the other day. it made me wonder how long those things last, and in turn, how old that thing must have been. is it older than i am?? it was plastic, but it had worn totally through and just slid right off into the tank. it has gone to handle heaven, never to flush again.

anyhow, after a couple of days of flushing via reaching into the tank and pulling up the chain manually, i got a chance to buy a new handle. i took out all the remnants of the old one and installed the new one, all by myself! i felt like i could fix anything in that moment of success. like i should be wearing overalls, standing tall with my thumbs hooked proudly on my bib.

lovelove,
your local handylady

"eet ees not a tumah"

Dr. Neurosurgeon went over mom's MRI scan and the previously-existing, tiny tumor that we had been watching (and had immediately blamed for the impaired vision) has not grown in the past two years. so we don't think we need brain surgery, yay! *big sigh of relief*

but now, on to the next problem: how can we explain (and treat) the blurry tunnel vision? we will have to wait and see. *shrug* i just thought i'd update this in the very slim chance someone read the last entry and began to get worried.

rollercoaster riding

for some reason, this blog sucks the sense of humor out of my writing. *slurp* so i might as well be serious on it.

i had all sorts of scenarios of various life crises running through my head on my commute home from work today. i guess it started with the talk of my mom's brain tumor. seems that her optic chiasm is just a breeding ground for quickly-growing non-cancerous meningiomas. she's had two surgeries already, one in 1997 and one in 2004. both times, she survived and recovered, and her sight was almost completely restored, ptl.

but there isn't a lot of confidence this time... she's older... they've opened her skull up twice already... she's lost a larger chunk of her field of vision this time in a shorter span of time. there are a lot of things going against her case.

i also just got news that i might be able to finally leave for Kenya mid-September. total elation. i want to go so badly that i can feel it in my bones. i'm ready.

so what now? what is my role? am i to stay here even longer? am i to help run her business, or do they just close down? will she end up going blind? will she recover? will i ever get to go, or will i just stay here and grow old in Maryland? will i ever be able to date like a normal person? (relationships are always on my mind.) what is God calling me to do right now?

life is full of ups and downs. this heart can barely handle it... actually, at this point, just throw in a couple more huge life changes. it couldn't make too much of a difference. there is no spoon.

lovelove,
me