Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] slodwick, I am now the proud owner of a Dreamwidth account. I go by bubbles over there. If I haven't already brought you into my Circle, it's because I couldn't find you, so please find me instead. I'll keep posting here unless/until friends start disappearing to Dreamland.

In other news, I failed to latch the gate all the way earlier (we really need to replace that thing) and the dog got out. The hubby and I both went out after him. Of course, we don't run as fast, so we were half a block behind when he reached a couple of dogs out for a walk. Each of them was twice his size and willfully ignoring him, but he ran right up and started bouncing and sniffing them. Their owner kicked him away, sending him out into the street, and being the blissfully ignorant creature that he is, that darling doofus dog of ours just kept coming back for more. My husband is freaking out, yelling "Please don't push him into traffic!... If you could just STOP, that would be great!..." while she did the same thing again and again.
I'm just wondering. What kind of dog lover kicks a dog into the street while he's clearly wearing a collar and a bandanna, is not barking or snapping or engaging in similarly aggressive behavior, and while his owner is within sight begging them to stop? This lady just kept walking and went on about enjoying her day. I am dumbfounded.
If I never have to deal with American Express' customer "service" again until the day Satan hands me The Official Credit Card of Hell TM, it will be too soon.
bubbles: (PIC)
( Apr. 22nd, 2009 07:53 pm)
It is still Earth Day, and I do have something on my mind that is... Earth-related... so I'm taking this opportunity to ask for your advice.

I read something recently which broke my heart. It was in a book about nutrition, and it was discussing the cultural realities that affect what foods are available to us. It said something like, "The question of who gets to eat -- and who does not -- will always be determined by these economic and political factors". I'm crying right now just reading the first part of that sentence. The question of who gets to eat... This is a question?

Apparently it is. So what do I do about it? I can't come up with a way to get excess food to people who need it. I don't have money, I don't have power, and honestly I don't trust people. I don't want to give food poisoning to homeless people like I almost did last time (I took that one for the team). I feel lost and overwhelmed and sort of furious about it.

As I promised [personal profile] myras_girls, I'm posting a list of what I am doing to reduce my inevitably super-sized impact on the planet.

~ Using natural products rather than chemicals whenever possible: soap nuts for laundry, vinegar for cleaning, baking soda to deodorize, etc.
~ Line drying my laundry and using the coolest water setting feasible for laundry and showers
~ Making my own natural products, like toothpaste and deodorant, rather than investing in manufacturing, packaging, shipping, and marketing
~ Not driving when I can walk; not using machines to exercise when I can use my body
~ Voting my dollar, including getting produce delivered from a local farm and shopping at the farmer's market
~ Avoiding processed foods, buying in bulk to minimize packaging, and only eating until I'm full
~ Going vegan
~ Using the yard to grow edible and practical plants (e.g., aloe vera), rather than focusing solely on appearances
~ Recycling, composting, and reusing as much as possible
~ Using a water filter and avoiding bottled water, minimizing plastic packaging in general
~ Choosing online versions over paper whenever the option is given
~ Using the library instead of collecting books, CDs, and DVDs I am unlikely to get more than a few weeks' use out of
~ Not having cable
~ Only using the heater or a/c when weather conditions are extreme (easy for me to say, I live in Southern California)

I'm sure there are more, but I'm impressed if anyone made it this far. May as well quit while I'm ahead. Please share your tips! For the list or the whole world hunger issue. I'm looking to clear that up as soon as possible.
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bubbles: (Default)
( Apr. 2nd, 2009 02:27 pm)
I'm getting a head start on this month. I've been meaning to post this for a while (2+ years) anyway, so here you go. If you were ever curious why I am so weird, I am ready to provide a detailed explanation.

Myers-Briggs Type Indicator Results Description for INTJ:

The roughly 1% of the population who share the INTJ type are distinguished by their self-confidence and independence. INTJs are on a mission to improve any procedure, theory, or relationship that captures their interest. What keeps them from becoming bogged down in never-ending perfectionism is that they temper their idealism with an equally strong pragmatism. INTJs apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does it work?" to everything from their own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. If they believe they have discovered a better way to do something-and they can't help but look for ways to tweak everything-they are usually undeterred by indifference or even direct orders in bringing their idea to fruition. INTJs rarely pay much attention to authority, convention, or sentiment unless they can be made to serve the overall goal. Oddly enough, given their other characteristics, INTJs are not particularly prone to ego trips-the solution rather than the person doing the solving remains the focus. Perhaps because of this lack of ego-involvement, INTJs usually don't mind admitting their limitations and tend to be very open to others' ideas.

Read more... )

As with all types, INTJs can encounter problems in certain areas. The INTJs' natural independence can bring them into conflict with hierarchies, such as those found in corporations and governments. Redundancy, inefficiency, and incompetence are all characteristics that can cause an INTJ to dismiss a person, idea, or procedure altogether-even when some merit exists. Interpersonally, INTJs may find themselves frustrated since they expect their partners to "make sense" at all times. This problem is often made worse because INTJs don't have the innate grasp of the social graces shown by other types and are naturally very private. Small talk, self-marketing, and asking for help are all skills that INTJs need to make a priority.

Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ's Achilles heel. While they are capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and are willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that make them so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead them in interpersonal situations.
This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense. :-) This sometimes results in a peculiar naiveté', paralleling that of many Fs -- only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, the INTJ will expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.
Since it's nearly April and I doubt I've posted this month, I suppose it's about time. I've had all sorts of things I wanted to speak intelligently about, on topics such as pregnancy, nutrition, culture, evolution, etc., etc., ad infinitum. I've unfortunately been too busy NOT posting about being sick and miserable, which I will continue to refrain from posting about. Please disregard the previous sentence.

I've been waking up often during the night, and last night woke around 3am with an urgent desire to write a scene in the fanfic I started (and abandoned) years ago. So... yeah. On a less random note, I finally told the moms and associated family The Good News last weekend. About my pregnancy, not about God. The mom, MIL, and soon-to-be-sister all got misty-eyed, and I think my niece gave herself a hernia with the flailing and squealing. It was quite a moment. Plus, Max and my MIL's dog, Chloe, fell in love and are now long-distance neutered lovers. So beautiful.

I'm really happy we finally made the trip. Now it's back to RL, and all that entails... Maybe that explains the sudden desire to immerse myself in fiction.

I'm off to take a walk and think deep thoughts. Misbehave while I'm gone!
Wooooooooooo [livejournal.com profile] coffeesnob! You're eleventy-seven years old today, I hear! Congratulations! I hope this year is everything eleventy-six was, and more!!!
bubbles: (Whatever)
( Feb. 17th, 2009 12:08 pm)
Just replace the text in my icon with the title of this post, and we're all on the same page.

I am one of [info]rael_barclay's chosen ones, so I gratefully share the love:

Pick 10 people and give them the "you make my day" award. If you're picked, you are charged with picking 10ish of your own.

He's not on LJ, but I have to say my #1 is my husband. He is an angel and my very own hero. I really appreciate all his love and support, especially now that the morning sickness has taken hold.

Now on to the flove:

[info]rael_barclay -makes my day every time she posts! Plus she gave me an excuse to gush over my friends...

[livejournal.com profile] aelora  - is so cute when she's angry. Also, the rest of the time. So cute.

[info]pen_of_jen - makes every day. She could be a professional daymaker. Jenny Daymaker, that's what I call her.

[info]myras_girls - makes the world better and brighter and turns all the downsides into waterslides and sledding hills.

[info]slodwick - makes me laugh, and occasionally returns the favor by laughing at me. It's all I ask.

[info]thewizrd - is taking me out to lunch... um... maybe. Either way. He makes my day with every Hobbit update and Twitter.

[info]nonnierms - makes my day with her thoughtful comments that let me know she's always lurking... Lurkers unite!

[info]chicklet73 - started this whole upswelling of love for me with her beautiful, heartfelt version of this meme.

[info]coffeesnob - always listens, reads my ramblings... even read my godawful fic back in the day! She's good people.
bubbles: (Bubbles is)
( Feb. 15th, 2009 05:00 am)
I meant to post about 1000 other things, but now that my phone is scrap I'm finally motivated. My contract expires next month anyway, so I'm thinking of switching to AT&T and trying to get a free iPhone through FreebieJeebies.com. I've done similar things (e.g., I got this laptop and my iPod free), but I always did the offers myself -- I've never done one of these referral deals. The site seems legit (checks out via BBB online and everything). Has anyone used this site? Can I be a referral for you and still have you be a referral for me? I'm all about the symbiosis. If you have not used the site before, would you consider being a referral anyway, and I will return the favor if it will let me? Hit me up, let me know. :)

ETA: You can get all kinds of (electronics) swag from this site, so if you're not in the market for an iPhone but you could use a new laptop, etc., it could work out well for you.

bubbles: (Bubbles is)
( Feb. 5th, 2009 09:24 am)
I had my first (3-hour!) Dr. appointment, and the only thing I really got out of it was an appointment for an "initial exam" next week, and the unfortunate news that I have already gained enough weight to see me through the first trimester (my appetite -- all my appetites -- are in hyperdrive at the moment). For those of you who asked how far along I am, I'm due in October, so... not very. I'm a planner, though. I appreciate the early notice.

My family keeps saying, "I can't wait!! I bet you can't wait!" I'm like, I don't have to wait. I'm pregnant right now. I'm phenomenally excited about that. Especially this part. I mean, I'm bummed that I had to drop my cardio Hip Hop class because my breasts are too sore to take the all that bouncing, and I guess I won't be hot tubbing or doing Hot Yoga for a while, but really? Once the baby's born I won't have a lot of time and energy for that sort of thing anyway. At least now I can sleep 8 hours a night -- in a row, even. Yeah, I can totally wait. My newfound patience is boundless.
bubbles: (SuperBubbles)
( Feb. 2nd, 2009 09:05 pm)
We created a baby registry at Babies R Us, and it was super fun. I'm not excited about shopping generally, but firing the scanner at will? Super fun, is what I'm saying. As my husband pointed out "It's a magic gun -- you shoot things, and you get more of them". Ah-mazing. I'm only disappointed that I can't find any other baby stores around here. Even the department stores seem to only carry tiny clothes. As most of you know, I'm not big on fashion for myself, but I am wholeheartedly un-big on baby fashion. As far as I'm concerned, until they're old enough to express a preference, clothes are just skin shields. I need to locate more stuff (baby-proofing, -transportation, and -storage type stuff). Please, no one point out that I am going to have to purchase almost all of said stuff myself and have no means of doing so. I'll figure it out. :)
bubbles: (PIC)
( Feb. 1st, 2009 12:27 pm)
That's all. Oh, except that I chose this icon because someone will soon be punching from the other side... Um. Yay?
bubbles: (Too Much)
( Jan. 15th, 2009 11:44 am)

I had the following conversation yesterday, while carrying leftovers past a series of people with signs asking for money and food.

"I understand wanting to help people, but if someone is reduced to that, basically begging, then I believe that's all they'll ever be good for. I don't want to support that. That's my thought process. What do you think?"

All I could think was: I'm full. They're hungry. I have food. I have extra food. This feels wrong.

Not very eloquent, I know. So what do you think?

bubbles: (Too Much)
( Jan. 12th, 2009 09:58 am)
I keep thinking I "should" post, but I don't know why. Will it benefit the world in some way? Will I actually go back and relive the memories someday? Will my flist feel an emptiness they can't explain, until my next update appears to fill their hearts with joy?

Um... Yeah. My internet persona is having an existential crisis, apparently, so... Later?
bubbles: (Bubbles is)
( Jan. 4th, 2009 12:00 pm)

I've been told that as January goes, so goes the year. Based on my average activity so far this month, 2009 will be spent:
  • Taking 1.5 showers a day
  • Watching 1.5 movies a day
  • Walking the dog 1.5 times a day
  • Dancing 1.5 times a week
  • Being unproductive on the internet 4 hours a day
  • Being unemployed 23 hours a day
  • Crying every 1.5 days
  • Laughing every 1.5 hours
  • Posting at random intervals

Ummmm... I'm okay with that, for the most part.

P.S.

bubbles: (Christmas Lights)
( Dec. 29th, 2008 07:37 am)

I've had an awful cold the last few days, but I'm trying to refrain from posting about that, and focus on the good news. Sorry for the long post. Those of you who are dog lovers may be interested (and helpful!?)

I had been sneaking around the shelters and adoption events in San Diego looking for a dog to surprise my husband with, but I always came home disappointed. On Christmas Eve, I drove all the way to L.A. to visit their 6 shelters, after seeing on Craigslist that all adoption fees were being waived for Christmas thanks to an anonymous "Silent Santa". The whole experience was pretty heartbreaking. The dogs were generally kept in kennels outside, with temps in the 40s, and no space for them to run around and keep warm. Most of them were shivering and either barking desperately or curled up in a depressed heap. I found out that the box in the back of each kennel was heated and lined with blankets, but no one could see them back there. So when people came by, they chose to shiver rather than miss their chance to find a home. There were so many beautiful dogs, I wanted to turn my house into a shelter. They had a lot of large breeds, including puppies which I knew would grow to be 100-pound dogs, something my tiny yard could never accommodate. A lot of the smaller breeds were very noisy and hyper, which I also know is not tolerated in our neighborhood. I was starting to think I would go home disappointed again.

When I saw "Larry", my eyes suddenly went misty. I don't know if it was the sight of his ribs and spine through the patches of missing fur, or the way he stood quietly, hopefully, staring at me... maybe it was just timing, the point in my own thought process when I spotted him. It was probably his heavy black eyeliner, which makes him look so genuinely emo even when he's bouncing and wagging his tail. Whatever it was, the image of his small frame stuck with me while I was exploring the other shelters. I kept thinking he was too big -- when I first saw that his tag said "Pit Bull", I assumed that he would grow up to be a fairly massive dog. Shows how much I know. This puppy's already 4 years old. My age, basically. My little monster. I went back for him and began a very long trip home in the worst traffic I've yet encountered. The shelter was out of carriers and the little monster was afraid of the car, so it was (I say again) a Very Long Trip.

When I got him home I tied him to our front door and did a Ding-Dong-Ditch so I could hide and watch my husband's reaction to him. Poor thing. Both of them, I mean. So confused... We got the dog settled in as well as we could before bedtime. My hubby (the one who had to get up at dawn for work) got up 4 times to clean up after our new friend. He is very well behaved, housebroken and quiet... and completely obssessed with food. This may sound normal for a dog, but this particular dog was a stray for quite a while, and has more street smarts than we can handle. After picking up all the garbage that had been dumped and strewn across the floor, we had to dog-proof the house by moving all trash, cleaning products, tissues, medicine, plastic bags, etc. It's kind of scary getting into the mindset of a truly desperate creature to think of all of the sights and smells that might be associated with food. This was not quite like baby-proofing. This one was not discouraged by childproof caps, and even opened a screw-top container which contained the only actual food item we had left out (chocolate, of course).

We took him to Petsmart the next day and discovered the only thing that makes him more crazy than food: other dogs. We were worried that there was something wrong with his vocal chords because we had never heard him bark, but he is a lot less shy with strange dogs. He will pull on his leash to the point where he can no longer bark or breathe, and he doesn't seem to care because he MUST get to that dog. Mostly he just wants to go through the usual sniffing routine, but I've learned that he will snap at dogs that are smaller than he is. I am only surprised because I haven't known a lot of pets who have a realistic concept of their own size in relation to other animals. Again with the street smarts. It makes me sad to think about him having to learn how to break into trash cans and who to pick a fight with. The bright side is that I'm not worried about him getting hit by a car if he ever runs off. He refuses to cross the street when there are cars present.

We've been calling him Max, officially Maximillian Trouble Todd, unofficially Buddy (as in, "Knock it off, Buddy!"), Caninus Maximus, Maxi-Poo (he hates that one. it cracks me up), or Little Monster. It may be a while before he's off-leash or impressing all our friends with his death-defying tricks, but I think we'll keep him. :)

All comments, questions, suggestions welcome!
bubbles: (Christmas Lights)
( Dec. 25th, 2008 10:13 am)
Thank you [livejournal.com profile] myras_girls, [livejournal.com profile] schnappycat, and [livejournal.com profile] spikes_cjfor the cards! They got here just in time! Or possibly sooner -- I didn't check the mail for a couple days. [If anyone else sent me a card and I haven't thanked you, let me know.]

Here is the promised Xmas tree pic, with all the cards adorning it, Jack Skellington on top, and the presents beneath:


Yes, that is a dog. He was my Christmas present to my husband. We're thinking about calling him Max. I will post The Story of Max soon. In the meantime, Happy Day! No matter what your plans are, I hope your day is full of pleasant surprises. <3


Just swooping in to say Happy Christmas Eve Eve!
A special Thank You to [livejournal.com profile] pen_of_jen for trying to kill me yesterday with her random texts and the Best Holiday Card Ever.
I'm sure I have actual update-y stuff I could talk about, but if I start composing a real post, I won't finish tonight. Maybe later...
[Imagine promised Xmas tree photo here]

Thank you, [info]ferdalump, for the card! Every day is Christmas! How exciting (I dare you to comment, [info]syasnomis).

I went line dancing last night. I thought the free lesson was in keeping with the dance kick I've been on of late. Plus, I got to hang out with a couple of my new San Diego friends. So, after all of my (for lack of a better term) "bragging" about my mad dance skilz, I was reminded that I can not handle choreography. Yikes. That was bad. Also, Superfun. I stepped on my own foot multiple times, and laughed at myself for about an hour straight.

[By the way, random line-dancing douchebag, just because I enjoy laughing at my own clumsiness does NOT make it ok for you to try to make me do a move I never learned, and then laugh in my face. Facehead.]

I got an invite to an "all you can drink! free booze!" party tonight. Not really my scene. If I get a chance to go dancing again, I will, but otherwise it may be an early night for me. In the meantime, I need to finally clean the house. TTFN!

ETA: Somehow when I posted this yesterday, I set it to Private. Clearly I wanted to demonstrate that I am clumsy even in the interwebs.

bubbles: (Christmas Lights)
( Dec. 20th, 2008 12:26 am)
This just cracked me up so hard I had to post it. This was posted on Craigslist yesterday:

Title - Dryers...NEW JUST BOUGHT TODAY. (NATIONAL CITY)

HI EVERYONE.

SO I BOUGHT THIS ICECREAM (MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP) AND DON'T LIKE IT SO IF ANYONE WANTS IT...COME AND GET IT...
.