Amber's Abode

Dog days of summer

So I guess that a visit to a new counselor is a writing worthy experience.  Her name is Selena, and although she is nice, the jury is still out on whether I'm going to like her as a counselor or not.  She didn't seem to be very receptive, but then again, I'm not feeling tiptop today either.  It's so hot.  And she wanted me to do the whole spew everything so that she has things to work from in the future.  I don't think she was expecting such a broad spectrum, and then she asked for it, and she didn't complain.

On the way there though, someone on the Max who didn't want to get out of my way pushed my chair back into the wall hard enough that it broke off the circa $50 water bottle that I had ordered for my chair.  And then I was so angry and out of it after that I drove myself off a curb.  I'm okay, but both experiences scared me.  These are the days when you wonder if someone really is in charge.

Oh, please.  Sigh.  I can hear at least two people screaming from here that I know I'm the one in charge.  There.  Duly recognized.  Happy now, Pony and Wesley?  Smile.

And I would like to thank Jess and Marc for helping me out of the little bind outlined in the last blog.  You guys are truly heroes.  When I get to meet you, huge hugs are coming, I promise.

My family was here last week.  The usual fun and hilarity ensued.  That's pretty much all that needs saying about that right now.  Other than password protect your computer.  Certain documents mysteriously came up missing after the parental units were in my space for awhile.  My fault though.  I should've remembered from before that this might happen.  Still makes me frustrated, but there's not much more I can do at this point.

Oh, and if you comment and I take awhile to respond, it's because I have to fix some mail settings.  Apparently you have to enable reply to or it just says the comment is from said simple and if I don't know your written voice, I will have no idea who you are.  Another way to prevent confusion and speed up replies is to sign your name to the comments, even if you think I already know who you are.  Don't worry, comments do not show up under the blog, although sometimes I think that might be fun, but they are e-mailed directly to me.

Anyone want to come over now and try to find something on TV besides the Olympics?  Oh my word.  Synchronized diving?  What will they come up with next?  Although, I can kind of see how it might be eye candy, especially to certain friends who always look at the world through "rainbow colored glasses." Seriously, do they have hair anywhere on their bodies?

Also in the WTF category for me.  Water polo?  Oh, crap.  I think that was a ball that just went somewhere it wasn't supposed to while I was swimming in the wrong direction.  There is too much water in my eyes.  Did I hit it in the right hole?  Next up.  Beach volleyball?  Most of the straight guys and gay girls I know are in the background saying yes!  It's like a Miller commercial, complete with twins, only it does not end in 30 seconds.  Rock on!

Am I un-American to be disenfranchised with the whole deal for reasons other than freeing Taiwan?  I mean it's always about perfect beautiful bodies doing perfectly beautiful things.  And if they mess up, it's the end of the world.  Tiny little hop at the end of her perfect gymnastic routine?  Oh no, Mr.  Bill.  I don't know, maybe I'm just jealous.

I am kind of interested in seeing the Paralympics however, because I never have, but I have no idea when or where they are airing.  Does anyone know?

Anyway, not enough for now.  Love to you all.

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