Dear Nablopomo,

Thank you for picking the theme of letters for the month of April. It is so much easier than last month. I promise to keep up with daily posting instead of making 15 posts in one day and editing the dates. I mean, as soon as I finish doing that now. Oops.

xoxo,
c

Web MD

List of my random diagnosis made by Web MD's symptom checker today.

• Leukemia
• Anemia
• Endometrial Cancer
• Hypothyroidism
• Multiple Sclerosis

This day in Ceci History:

Lifted from LJ January 29, 2002

I freaking love Iron Chef! Has anyone else ever seen this show? They cook
the most disgusting foods, but I'm still mesmerized. Of course, to prove me
wrong, today the 'secret ingredient' was CHEESE! Hooray for cheese! I eat
cheese! Ohh... not like that though... crazy asian chefs. NO!

Last nite I was guilted into going to the Aeros with Janice. Ugh. Honestly, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be, but the game was just really slow. It was a tie, and of course went into OT. Fun. The highlight was getting a puck! Except that it was a stupid practise puck and it doesn't have the team logo like the game pucks. Boo!!

I lifted this one just because it doesn't seem like Iron Chef has been around for freakin' six years. And a couple of weeks ago (I'm typing this in April because I'm a cheater) Jacey, Rhondy, and I were talking about the differences between the OG Iron Chef and the American one. Mainly that they could have the same ingredient on both shows and I wouldn't eat anything they came up with on the OG. Then we tried to come up with the silliest, most uninteresting ingredient they (American version) could ever come up with... Jacey says, "I don't know... Mangoes?" Thirty seconds later we are watching Iron Chef America: Battle Mango. Pretty much everything we said to the TV that day came true. It was spectacular.

Also, until I read it just now, I completely forgot about catching that hockey puck and I threw it away the last time I moved. Because it didn't have a team logo on it and I couldn't for the LIFE of me figure out why I was in possession of a hockey puck.

It may or may not be April

Again with the cheating! I know, I know. I'm just really determined to make 365 blog posts (leap day was free. I mean, will be). I really think I would be more likely to post every day if I was caught up, and I don't want to fill the thirty some odd days with random pictures or one liners. I'm considering opening the LJ vault and lifting some old posts from there. It's less cheating than posting a picture...

Again with the cheatin'

So, it's actually March 24th. I've been neglecting the shit out of my Blog365 obligation. I just sat down and filled in holes for the entire month of March. For the record, I officially hate lists now.

If my calculations are correct, after completing this post I will need 43 more to catch up for the year. Wow. What the hell did I get myself into?

I'm determined to do this. Once I get caught up, it'll be easier to stay on track. And next month's (April, I'm writing this in March, remember?) theme is letters! I'm excited about that.

Also.... you all suck! I haven't received ANY freaking comments. Way to encourage me, guys.

STOP IT!

The next person that fwds me one of those "Why do you park in a driveway and drive on a parkway" bullshit emails will be punched in genitalia to be determined later.

I may start a new series of posts explaining these "hilarious" oxymorons, because really... REALLY.

I did it!

There is a post for every damn day in November. Word.

If ya ain't cheatin'...

... ya just ain't tryin'.

It has really been bothering me that I didn't finish NaBloMoPoFolooza. I was soooo freakin' close. Last weekend I had a house guest, then my internet access went haywire for a day or two, and then I had a few days of stress where I couldn't think of anything appropriate to write that wouldn't get me fired or arrested.

I thought I could pull it all together and knock out a few posts before the end of the month. But then something else happened, as it always does, but this something never happens: I was asked to join a friend for a few drinks. I look at my watch. It's the 30th... I need to go home and blog. But what kind of person would I be if I turned down an honest to goodness social outing to go home and blog?!?


So, needless to say, I met my friend-type people at the bar after work rather than going home and finishing NaBloMoPoShamaLamaDingDong. So, now... on December 5th... I shall finish what I started and due to the convenient editing options, I can make a post for every day in November... which is close enough for me. Better late than never, right?

Good news for people that can't put two and two together:

This whole NaBloPoMolooza means I'll be blogging EVERY DAY in November! Which means two things:

1. You should check my blog everyday
2. I may occasionally call you for help with ideas or "prompts" as we bloggers say.

I know what you're thinking, isn't that cheating? Well to that, I say this :

a) NO! This is my PG-13 public blog, which pretty much eliminates half of the things on my mind, and
b) in the words of Travis Duncan- "If ya ain't cheatin'... ya ain't tryin".

Day Seven-Drugs. Day Eight- Smoke

Day 7, Gaby and I napped all day... finally getting up and heading to Kohls that evening because there are eight thousand things we need for class- watch, black pumps and flats, plain black purse. Of course e can't afford to buy any of these things because we aren't working, but we can't begin working without them. Ain't that a bitch? Anyway, we had fun looking at things we'll buy "later".

We put off going to Wal-Mart to buy food (they're feeding us crap) because we've been on the list to get a refrigerator for a week and haven't heard boo from anyone about it. I decide that it's my new mission in life to acquire one... so when we get back to the hotel, I call from the phone in the conference/study room and ask how long the list is and when they anticipate one becoming available. Oh, not for a while, they don't have any guests scheduled to check out in the near future. Not good enough. I go up to the room and call again. I tell the lady I just wanted to make sure that our room was on the list and asked how much longer she thought it would be. Same answer. "Hmm, is there anyway I could get moved to the top of the list? I have medication that requires refrigeration, and I'm concerned that the ice chest I"m leaving it in isn't keeping it at the proper temperature." She says she'll see what she can do, I thank her and go down stairs to smoke.

I catch up on the weekend gossip for about 10 minutes- that's my limit- and head back upstairs to share the interesting stuff with Gaby. "Marco had a prisoner transfer on his observat- HOLY SHIT! Hehehehehhehehehehhehehehe!"

We got ourselves a fridge! Bwahahahah!

Day 8. Holy shit. First of all, is this daylight savings time crap is unnecessary. Seriously. We set our alarm for 4:30 new time so our poor body and minds was convinced it was 3:30 and neither was very pleased about the situation. Class started at 6:30 with FlightDeck (we're not calling it a cockpit anymore, I can't imagine why...) Fixed Oxygen Mask Demo. Pretty nifty little contraption that thing. It literally suctions itself onto your face... funny thing about wearing an oxygen mask- for some reason you think it's going to breathe for you. It doesn't. Our trainer kept yelling, "BREATHE! INHALE!" and we would all laugh... until it was our turn and we forgot to breathe. Ehh... it happens. I would have remembered eventually.

Then we took an exam. I already forgot what it was. I only missed one question, though.

Then we all boarded the simulator, closed all the windows and got smoked out. Seriously smoked out. You couldn't see a thing but the exit lights leading you to the closest exit- I went out the Galley Service door, surprisingly didn't twist either ankle jumping out. I kinda wished I had gone through the exit window cuz it looked kinda fun to slide down the wing. Oh well... maybe next time.

We practiced emergancy evacuation announcements, but it was incredibly hard to get it straight because you listen to 95% of the people doing it incorrectly and get that stuck in your head. I'm still not entirely confident that I've got it down. We also have two aircraft exams tomorrow, which are hard as hell. Very confusing to learn two at the same time. Although, Jason just taught me his version of the 'mickey mouse club song' that he uses to remember what is stored in the compartment above the wardrobe closet. I don't think it'll work for me, but it is fun to hear him sing it.

Just walking around the hotel, you hear people screaming, "Bend over! Heads down! Bend over! Heads down!" It sounds like something you'd hear in Stipper 101. Which incidentally is the next training class I'll be attending if I don't pass this test tomorrow.

Oh, could I please take a moment to say Go Astros! Hells yeah. Speaking of my boyfriends, I met someone at the airport that had the Astros' star logo silver stud earrings. They were a gift so she doesn't know where to find them... I'm thinking Acedemy? If anyone sees them, I need them. NEEEEEEEEED them. I'll pay you back in 2 1/2 years when I pay off my uniform...

I suppose that's all I've got to say for now. Everyone wish me luck tomorrow, it's gonna be a doozy.

Word to your mother,
-c

At this point my brain is too tired to study anymore, so Gaby and I decided to set the alarm for 4:30 again and study before class.