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  • Mar. 24th, 2009 at 7:06 AM
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Round like planet.
Tired like something that's freaking tired.

Where is this Spring you speak of?

Let there be something

  • Dec. 22nd, 2008 at 10:58 AM
meatballs
I will be home from 12/23-12/28. Someone please tell me that there is some sort of goings ons some evening during that time. I need to be out in a very very bad way.
Also: I am homesick.

Eh. Journal stuff.

  • Jun. 21st, 2008 at 12:41 PM
meatballs

I'm not sure if it was a result of food posisoning or bodily exhaustion but my body decided in the middle of the night that it did not particularly care for the contents of its stomach and rejected them. This morning I had a temp. of 100. I was supposed to facilitate volunteer training for Sexual Trauma Services. I didn't go. 

I can not find a freakin' job to save my life. 

Complaining ceases now. 

Roller derby rocks. The ladies and our male couterparts (refs and coaches) are fantastic company. I feel more fit than I have in a long while. I don't know if this is delusional or if I actually am more fit, but whatever. Enjoying it. 

My husband has done a more than reasonable job of putting up with my incessant bitchiness as of late and I am grateful. Very. I am sometimes difficult to be around and thankful that people still put up with me. 

I have come up with a life plan... which I do every so often. I will begin working on it on Monday. 

In my cookie-making endeavors (admittedly I am not a great baker but I bought a chocolate chip cookie from a family on the sidewalk in Charlotte last week which inspired me. I'm nearly 100% that it was the best chocolate chip cookie I have ever had) I apparently don't have any vanilla so I'm waiting to see how clove and a smidgen of peanut butter effects the flavor. 

My son is the most charming short person I have ever met. He also creates bigger messes than either or his parents. This is impressive.

Apr. 27th, 2008

  • 10:58 PM
meatballs
 Done with grad school, as of yesterday. 
Job interview Tuesday. Therapeutic foster care. 

I applied all over the place and man... I applied for this job that I would LOVE to do but they haven't called me back yet.
Ideal wonder-job: Sexual Assault Program Coordinator for the University.
I need to take a job and can not wait for the perfect one because I want to buy a house. 

I still really want to join the derby girls. Richland Regulators. Knockin' down girls in hot pants on skates sounds like a blast.

Also: my husband rocks.

Help with school project? Pweese?

  • Mar. 13th, 2008 at 5:34 PM
meatballs
 I'm working on a project for school. As there was no elective that I wanted to take I came up with some interconnected topics that interested me and thus I find myself with a deadline quickly approaching and yet desperately in need of some anecdotal evidence to support this project.

Okay, so my big freakin' project for school is about the way in which society burdens human sexuality by imposing the concept of shame upon what would otherwise be normal sexual behavior/feelings/identity etc.

If you've got time and wouldn't mind writing a reflection about your own experience regarding shame and sexuality (it doesn't have to be first-person, it could be a personal story that was shared with you that you relate to shame and sexuality) it would be greatly appreciated. 200-400 words thereabouts would be most excellent. You can definitely write more if you should chose to and I will read it, but as is the nature of the beast I'll have to be choosey about what actually gets included in the end result (article/presentation) for this project. Identities will be changed for the purpose of the article and presentation.

If you do decided to write something up and send it my way it would be greatly appreciated if you could get it to me before March 23rd. I am well aware of the short notice. 


Email: helen.dempsey@gmail.com

Thank you!

Glad to be alive. Sad to be without sheets.

  • Nov. 19th, 2007 at 1:59 AM
meatballs
Our dryer caught fire. The house FILLED with smoke. David screamed. Cats freaked out. The fire department came. They carried the dryer out of the house. Its sitting in our front yard, full of ashes. 

I laughed like a maniac while leaving a message for our landlord. 

I am short one pair of very expensive sheets.

Meowie Caliber rocks out!

  • Oct. 26th, 2007 at 11:21 PM
meatballs
 

Stoled'it from [info]wanderyng1

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)
Meowie Caliber 

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Coffee Sugar 

3. YOUR "FLY Guy/Girl" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
H.Dem

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Grey Moth 

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Ruth Lynchburg 

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
Demhe

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, first tool that comes to mind, put "The" at the beginning)
The Yellow Monkey Wrench

8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
John Galen

9. STRIPPER NAME : (favorite candy, the name of your favorite perfume/cologne)
Twizzlers Opium (<---- that's a crappy stripper name :-( )

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names )
Rowena Morgan

gr.

  • Oct. 25th, 2007 at 2:57 AM
meatballs
grumble grumble

david has a yucky cold

school sucks 

grumble grumble

miss my person

grumble grumble

grumble grumble.

My new car

  • Oct. 5th, 2007 at 12:23 AM
meatballs
 got fucking keyed. 

The world is soooo rock and roll.

Oct. 4th, 2007

  • 8:53 PM
oldman
Dear people, 

I am here and you are there. But seriously, what's going on with you? You seem so down and constantly vague about something seemingly HUGE. Hope you're okay. You mean so very much to me. 

Love, 

Helen