<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315</id><updated>2009-10-12T17:35:12.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring Down the Barrel of a (Hot Glue) Gun</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes your mind can be so open that your brain falls out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>424</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-3624642232614266032</id><published>2009-07-28T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:41:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rent is Paid!</title><content type='html'>Been at my sewing studio for 4 months now and have bee late on my rent for 3 of those months (and in the interest of full disclosure, the only time it was on time was because I was signing the rental contaact and the manager was right there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I never put the reminder in my email calendar, and it would just slip my mind. Hell, this past month the only thing that reminded me was one day I went into the studio and nothing happened when I switched on the light switch or tried to turn on my machine. I panicked, ran home, got my checkbook and slipped an envelope through the manager's door that very afternoon. Turns out the building had had a power outage, but who knows how long I would've gone before I rememebered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not once have I ever gotten a call or note or anything from the manager, but still, bad form on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, long story short (too late!), I dropped off my check for this month today AND have added it to my calendar with the 'mail me 3 days in advance' feature also turned on. Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-3624642232614266032?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/3624642232614266032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=3624642232614266032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/3624642232614266032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/3624642232614266032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/rent-is-paid.html' title='Rent is Paid!'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-1725116876854184715</id><published>2009-07-28T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:51:43.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News(s)!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I pluralized 'news'. Get over it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I slept well last night! About 10 hours! Feeling noticeably more human. Could use about 4 more straight nights of that, but am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. (Also thought I'd mention that as I seem to always be moaning and carrying on about how tired I am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Got another job/contract! And this one is Really Good. Seriously. I will be doing some overhire/temporary work for &lt;a href="http://www.balletsj.org/index.html"&gt;these guys&lt;/a&gt;. In a real costume shop. With a nationally recognized group. With a real budget. And a real WEEKLY PAYCHECK. *swoon!* It fits nicely before my job in MA (did I ever write about that? I got the MA job too!) but does have a bit of overlap with the Pacific-o gig. Will definitely be 'exciting' for a bit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obviously very happy that I got this job, but the interview process was less that smooth on my part, I will admit. I showed up late, I was still wearing ratty nail polish on one hand (compliments of Mags), several of my portfolio images weren't even in my portfolio yet, and one of the garments I'd brought in to show samples of my work had fallen off the hanger and was in a wadded, wrinkled heap. I could have been a PSA on 'what not to do for a job interview'. I must have interviewed REALLY well. Interviewed Monday, job on Friday afternoon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I also made some good progress pulling costumes for G&amp;amp;D this past weekend, and am feeling somewhat less pants-crapping that last week, which is always good. Still have crazy loads of stuff to do, but knocking some down helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-1725116876854184715?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/1725116876854184715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=1725116876854184715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/1725116876854184715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/1725116876854184715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-newss.html' title='Good News(s)!'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-8082451094047050315</id><published>2009-07-27T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:42:48.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting Highlight (Not)</title><content type='html'>Ah, the perfect storm: sleep deprived, stressed, PMSing, and an overly-squirmy 5 year old built entirely (at least it felt like) out of knees and elbows crawling all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not realize how close I was to my limit until *snap!* I totally lost it last night. I'd been trying to watch a movie with Mags last night ("Who is that? Is he the bad guy? Is Harry going to get hurt? Is she dead? Are those spiders real? Can I have more milk? Will you get me a snack?") while she crawled all over me. Constant. Nonstop. Talking. And Movement. I had taken a small pad of paper away from her when it was time to go upstairs, and she lunged bak at me to get it, smacking my chin with herforhead in the process. Getting smacked in the face is bad enough, but combine that with a day of being climbed over AND a screw in my chin from the surgery that has not healed yet, and well, you get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHAP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflexively I smacked Mags on the forhead with the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at me with shock and horror before bursting in to tears. I nearly rolled my eyes out of my head before starting to comfort her. Oh, and then the guilt started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You (sob) you HIT ME!"&lt;br /&gt;"You're right, Mags, I should not have done that."&lt;br /&gt;"Mamas (hiccup) DON'T HIT!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sweetheart, I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't bonk you on PURPOSE! (sob, sob)"&lt;br /&gt;"I know, honey, I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here's the best part. She whipped out the Golden Rule (or a preschool variation thereof,) and&lt;em&gt; used it against me&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone does something bad to you, (sniffle) you're not supposed to do something bad back!" And then she promptly hacked a fine mist all over my face, lightly sprinkling droplets of her germy  cold all over my glasses and mucus membranes, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt AND germs. I ground my teeth together. I utterly fucking hate being a parent sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for her she was awfully cute the rest of the night after we talked for a bit (although I'm not sure 'talking' wasn't me groveling a little bit in delerium just to get her to SHUT UP.) Oh, and she was up way too late because I just didn't have the energy to nag her into bed at the appropriate time. A slippery slope that is. Gotta get this sleep thing under control or she'll really walk all over me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-8082451094047050315?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/8082451094047050315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=8082451094047050315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/8082451094047050315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/8082451094047050315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/parenting-highlight-not.html' title='Parenting Highlight (Not)'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-6071574562453689508</id><published>2009-07-20T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:00:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awk-ward!</title><content type='html'>You know what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-6071574562453689508?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/6071574562453689508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=6071574562453689508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/6071574562453689508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/6071574562453689508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/awk-ward.html' title='Awk-ward!'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-3128757190165569987</id><published>2009-07-19T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:07:48.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frea-ky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mfanow.org/jblog/uploads/image/752px-john_henry_fuseli_-_the_nightmare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 752px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 599px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.mfanow.org/jblog/uploads/image/752px-john_henry_fuseli_-_the_nightmare.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just woke up from the WEIRDEST nap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fallen asleep on by back, and was completely aware that I was asleep and dreaming. But I could not move a muscle. And I started to panic a bit in my sleep because I was trying to move but was aware that I was frozen. On top of that I was getting some weird ringing in my ears that I was aware of as well. I can't say I was sad when the alarm went off and I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a freaky thing called - oh so creatively - sleep paralysis, and its not terribly uncommon. I've definitely had it before in my life, and I'm betting most folks out there have at one point or another too. I can't remember the last time I had it, though. It occurs during REM sleep, so that your body doesn't actually act out your dream. But with sleep paralysis, your mind wakes up but your body doesn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading on it suggests that SP occurs in people who are sleep deprived and have suffered from post traumatic stress disorders, amopng other things (of course.) This was the first time I have been able to fall asleep without meds in a solid week at least, and a few nights even that almost didn't do the trick. I know I have been absolutely freaked out about the scope of this project and its making my bad sleep even worse. I think the only reason I fell asleep is because working on my project this weekend has been very productive, and I am feeling less entirely and completely swamped. A connection? You be the judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could have been much worse, though. Its very common with sleep paralysis to get the sense that something is creeping closer to your bed, or actually see a 'shadowy figure' approach you, or have the sensation of a tight chest or not being able to breathe. Kind of like having a panic attack. Very very closely linked to nightmares. Actually, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis"&gt;Wikipedia article &lt;/a&gt;on it is pretty fascinating as it discusses how this is documented in dozens of countries, and how each culture interprets the phenomenon. It also explains how the word 'nightmare' came to be used to describe bad dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-3128757190165569987?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/3128757190165569987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=3128757190165569987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/3128757190165569987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/3128757190165569987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/frea-ky.html' title='Frea-ky!'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-5064361368858169403</id><published>2009-07-18T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:49:40.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of An Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axTFHyaMJxU/SmJqqVpFKNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KZpqKjSFWMI/s1600-h/IMG_6784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359963782120810706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axTFHyaMJxU/SmJqqVpFKNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KZpqKjSFWMI/s200/IMG_6784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, sadly, Walter Cronkite has died. But that was someone else's era. (Insert joke about Walter who?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today while at Whole Paycheck, I glanced over the newspapers to see what local headlines there might be. I picked up the San Francisco paper as I often do, but something was wrong. I checked the header - ok, definitely the Chronicle, didn't have San Jose by mistake - so what was it? It was strange; like someone had moved the furniture in my house. And then I figured out what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paper had shrunk! I don't mean thickness; although the paper &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; been getting leaner and leaner over the past while, I mean the actual dimensions of the paper. Its now only about 2/3 of its normal size. What was throwing me was that the Chronicle was now the size of the local community rag. Totally wrong. Just felt *off* in my hands. Wrong size. Too small, IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know all the papers across the country are in trouble - if they haven't shut down already. And I &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt; I'm glad that the Chron seems to be slowly fading as opposed to just not being there, but I'm not sure. It almost seems like it would be better if it just stopped being, if that makes sense. I'm used to going places and not finding the newspaper. I'm not used to going and seeing a thin shadow of its former glory. More sad that way, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So strange to think that papers will just cease to be during my lifetime. No, I'm not a regular reader, but they've just been a fixture in my life for 30 odd years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Similarly: For those not in the know, I snagged a free telephone booth off of Craigslist a few weeks back. I was super excited; another one of those things I have strong memories and childhood associations with. I figured Mags would get a lot of fun out of it too. What a great thing for a kid to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (triumphantly) Mags! Mags! Look what I got!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mags: (unconvinced) What is it? Why do you have a big box?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No, no - look inside! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mags: Is that a...phone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yeah, this is a &lt;em&gt;phone booth&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mags: (another pause) Why is there a phone in a box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it hit me - she had &lt;em&gt;no idea&lt;/em&gt; what a phone booth was! She'd never &lt;em&gt;seen&lt;/em&gt; one before! And then, I felt very, very, VERY old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about someone else's era. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-5064361368858169403?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/5064361368858169403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=5064361368858169403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/5064361368858169403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/5064361368858169403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-era.html' title='End of An Era'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_axTFHyaMJxU/SmJqqVpFKNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KZpqKjSFWMI/s72-c/IMG_6784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-5560323742715900523</id><published>2009-07-14T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:00:52.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt! Guilt! Guilt!</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be attending a big campout this weekend. No, more than that - I was also supposed to be going early to help set up, hang decorations I made/acquired, AND spin a poolside set on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just sent an email to the powers that be that I'm not going to be able to make it. I basically spent the last 3 days a'bed and still feel kinda crappy, not to mention the full blown sinus infection I have. Really, going and doing lots of strenuous labor, staying up late and truing to sleep on a crappy mattress with a veriatble rave going on outside my door is not in my best interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am wracked with guilt because I am putting &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;my health&lt;/em&gt; first. Friends that I am letting down! Extra work I am creating for others! How very very selfish of me! (Not that anyone has said a word, but this is how I feel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am REALLY struggling with this. I was raised that if you weren't coughing up a lung or shitting blood that you were healthy enough to go to school/do what you needed to do. So this goes against, mmmm, everything I've been lead to believe for a large part of my life. Plus, I'll be missing a friends birthday to boot! AAAugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh) At least I have something to talk about with my therapist tomorrow. Like I'm ever short of fodder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-5560323742715900523?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/5560323742715900523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=5560323742715900523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/5560323742715900523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/5560323742715900523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/guilt-guilt-guilt.html' title='Guilt! Guilt! Guilt!'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-783389850165831525</id><published>2009-07-13T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:12:33.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Speedy</title><content type='html'>Mags' pet lizard died Sometime early Saturday. Not sure what from: cold, being picked up too often, not having the correct food, or PTSD (between being chased around your cage every day by a 5 year old or having a cat sit next to your cage peering in for hours at a time, I suspect neither is real good for the heart, ya dig?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mags actually did quite an impressive job with the lizard; we had a deal that she had to prove she was responsible with the pet or we would take it back to the ranch. And so every morning she would check the food and water of her new friend. In fact, this past Saturday was the first time I have found that water bowl empty (no one is perfect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also thinking maybe it was best that Speedy shed his mortal coil when he did because I think Mags' interest was starting to wane. As in, she hasn't checked the cage since Friday. As in, she hasn't noticed the ex-lizard having an open wake on our dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go have one for my homie (and by one I mean a shot of Theraflu.) So long, Speedy. We hardly knew ya, but you'll make good compost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-783389850165831525?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/783389850165831525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=783389850165831525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/783389850165831525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/783389850165831525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-speedy.html' title='RIP Speedy'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-8316387895285846158</id><published>2009-07-12T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:02:19.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Rest</title><content type='html'>Gave myself the day off yesterday. Actually, to be more correct, I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed. And to show how genuinely sick I was, with the exception of a 10 minute cry-fest in the morning, &lt;em&gt;I didn't even feel guilty&lt;/em&gt;! Me! I must be near death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of coughing (sometimes to the point of gagging,) day-glo boogers, aches all over, sinus pain behind my EYEBROWS, and a slight fever. Did I mention everything but the coughing started &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; I started a course in antibiotics? Ihjad also been given an inhaler to help the cough ( I was getting tight chest/athsma like symptoms.) And it did help -- when I didn't lopse the inhaler itself. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story: Husband and Mags had to go out yesterday evening, and I entertained myself in front of the tv. Grabbed some applesauce out of the fridge at one point. When they came home, the first thing Husband did was walk to the kitchen. "Aha", he said, "tat's why the house reeks of gas. Two of the burners of the stove were on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The house smells like gas? I totally can't tell! Oh. Maybe that's why I have a screaming headache, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, yeah, maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not sure how the gas got turned on. I definitely didn't try to cook anything, and the only thing I can think of is that I bumped not one but TWO knobs somehow when I got that applesauce. And by funny story, I mean I almost killed myself on accident. Ha! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how today is going to go. I want nothing more than to spend the day in bed, but am feeling a bit panicked about how much stuff I need to get done. As it was I had to cancel a friend's photo shoot at her dance perforrmance (guilt!) Now I'm considering canceling my dj spot this weekend because tonight is the only night I can practicve on a pair of decks, and I don't have a set mad eyetr, and like I said, just want to lay down all day. Urg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I will sleep til noon and see what happens after that. Wish me luck. Oh, and doctor's apopt tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-8316387895285846158?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/8316387895285846158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=8316387895285846158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/8316387895285846158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/8316387895285846158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-rest.html' title='Day of Rest'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-4931919074915118815</id><published>2009-07-09T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:26:06.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Might Actually Have to Turn Down Some Work</title><content type='html'>Nothing huge, but for a *really* fun-sounding project. I had sent in my info about 3 weeks ago and never heard back so I assumed it was a no-go. And I may still scare them away with my quote. But...you never know. Maybe the dates they need me will coincide with the end of my current projct. And maybe someday you'll see my work in that particular indie film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not. (trying to not feel angst-y about it. Not really succeding.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-4931919074915118815?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/4931919074915118815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=4931919074915118815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/4931919074915118815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/4931919074915118815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/might-actually-have-to-turn-down-some.html' title='Might Actually Have to Turn Down Some Work'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-4989010659455954076</id><published>2009-07-09T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:26:04.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Do When Stressed?</title><content type='html'>Procrastinate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.threadcakes.com/gallery"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; cool site! Folks who decorate cakes to look like Threadless (tm) tshirts. Some really amazing stuff in there, too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-4989010659455954076?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/4989010659455954076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=4989010659455954076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/4989010659455954076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/4989010659455954076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-you-do-when-stressed.html' title='What Do You Do When Stressed?'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-93012711608668475</id><published>2009-07-06T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:24:18.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offspring Story of the Day</title><content type='html'>Last minute dropping Mags off at school. She is wearing her white with silver embroidery flower girl dress. I sit down to finish her hair on a bench. A little boy comes running up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: (gushing) Mags, I LOVE your fancy dress! (giver her a hug)&lt;br /&gt;Mags: Hello boyfriend. (hugs back) Now let me alone so my mom can finish my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-93012711608668475?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/93012711608668475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=93012711608668475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/93012711608668475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/93012711608668475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/offspring-story-of-day_06.html' title='Offspring Story of the Day'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-3619993445301681460</id><published>2009-07-03T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:30:17.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropped Some Stuff of at the Thrift Store Today</title><content type='html'>Would love to be a fly on the wall when they find the inflatable sheep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-3619993445301681460?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/3619993445301681460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=3619993445301681460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/3619993445301681460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/3619993445301681460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/dropped-some-stuff-of-at-thrift-store.html' title='Dropped Some Stuff of at the Thrift Store Today'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-5822216032499267014</id><published>2009-07-02T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:59:59.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offspring Story of the Day</title><content type='html'>"Mama, what time does the store stay up til?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-5822216032499267014?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/5822216032499267014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=5822216032499267014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/5822216032499267014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/5822216032499267014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/offspring-story-of-day.html' title='Offspring Story of the Day'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-7574541726191876656</id><published>2009-07-02T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:09:15.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Other News</title><content type='html'>* I finally renewed my drivers licence, which had expired in *cough* January *cough*. And for having my new mug on it, its...not a terrible picture. If anything it sort of looks like a regular old mediocre DMV photo, and not hey-whats-wrong-with-her-face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have been hitting the doctors offices again. Saw the allergist and got poked &lt;em&gt;one hundred and twenty times&lt;/em&gt; (I took a photo!) Turns out I am allergic to most grasses and one tree, but nothing that should obviously be interfering with my sleep. Got a GP who gave me meds for my bronchitus (including an inhaler, which is my new best friend,) a referral to a neurologist for the burning in my hands and wrists, some paperwork to get my thyroid checked out, and poked at a lump in my abdomen (should be surgically removed at some point as it will just get bigger, but does not have to happen any time soon.) I also saw the sleep speciallist who broached the idea that I may actually need to go back on - or should at least try - being back on the CPAP. To which I promptly burst into tears all over her, and Mags -who had been dragged along on the appointment - crawled into my lap top try and make me feel better. That's all I'm going to really say about that right now. Denial is a fabulous thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My DJ set several Friday nights ago went fine. Not great, not horrible. I ended up not doing the big band stuff as I just didn't have enough. Pieced together some other stuff. Mostly, I was just really tired, and was counting the minutes until it was over. Not my favorite genge either. However, I have been tapped to spin a poolside set at a big campiut for the same group in two weeks. I get to play fun, upbeat stuff, and its not a time of day when I would normally need to be sleeping, which is extra bonus good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have been getting audio books from the library on a suggestion from my therapist that my mood might improve if my brain was distracted more, say, while I sit alone doing brainless sewing work. At first I kind of turned up my nose - audio books are for cheaters! But then I realized a) I hardly ever have/make time to read and b) really, I love good stories regardless of how I absorb them. And its been pretty good so far. I just finished a Bill Bryson book (surprise!) "A Short History of Nearly Everything, I believe. Fan-fucking-tastic, and I never would've finished the actual book (I tried.) And yes, it was also fan-fucking-tastic to not get spooled up about whatever problem du jour my brain had chosen for those days. The library doesn't have the best selection, but its a start. I also grabbed something ridiculous like 10 cds worth of kid stories in hopes that Mags will like some of the stories while we drive around. Do 5 year olds like Edgar Allan Poe? (kidding!! ) I'm currently slurping everything up onto my iPod so that I can return all these disks TODAY and avoid a $300 fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-7574541726191876656?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/7574541726191876656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=7574541726191876656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/7574541726191876656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/7574541726191876656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-other-news.html' title='In Other News'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-2117861964563466878</id><published>2009-07-02T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:48:13.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Me Another Job! And Some More Stress!</title><content type='html'>Just landed a job as the costumer for a production of Guys and Dolls at&lt;a href="http://www.pacificaspindriftplayers.org/"&gt; this theater&lt;/a&gt;. Per usual, I am both very excited....aaaaand crapping my pants. There are lots and lots of costumes to pull (read: not have to sew) at the theater already, which is fantastic, but there are something like 25+ cast members, and possibly twice that many costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show doesn't start til early September, which is good. A bit overwhelmed right now. Need more booze. The theater is really nice though, and the rest of the production folks seem very fun to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention I applied for and got a job sewing costumes at&lt;a href="http://www.stonehill.edu/x13376.xml"&gt; this college &lt;/a&gt;in MA? I start mid October and the gig runs for a month. And then I go back out in March-ish for another month. Am looking forward to time spent with friends on that trip. :)  Am also looking to not being in charge and just getting to turn my brain off at the end of each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even *turned down* a job today. Nothing huge, mind you, and nothing that really *paid* much of anything. but it did sound like a fun job nonetheless. However, the clients wanted me to make the costumes without actually meeting them to get measurements (simply by measurements over email alone,) and would not&lt;em&gt; even be in the state&lt;/em&gt; until two days before they needed the costumes. Busy schedule aside, I learned my lesson with that long distance sewing fiasco last year and will not ever try that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you hear from me even less in the next, say, forever than you have already, its nothing personal. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-2117861964563466878?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/2117861964563466878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=2117861964563466878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/2117861964563466878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/2117861964563466878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-me-another-job-and-some-more-stress.html' title='Got Me Another Job! And Some More Stress!'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-1457865933603794540</id><published>2009-06-24T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:07:55.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>Got my first restful night's sleep in about 13 days last night! Didn't want to kill or maim &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; this morning! (Well, ok maybe one or two people...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why last night was better than all the other nights; I did almost nothing different. If anything, I *broke* a few 'rules' for sleep: stayed up til 1145 watching a less-than-relaxing movie. I'm guessing its part of that cycle where I sleep good, then sleep progressively worse every night after that until one night I finally just pass out because my body can't physically remain conscious any longer. Ten bucks says tonight is crappy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trying to get an appointment with a TMJ specialist; seems I've developed a pretty nasty case of that since at least the surgery, if not before while slogging through the CPAP machine. Hoping maybe s/he can help me with these night headaches as the Stanford Neurologist had nothing to point to (although I did get some very expensive pain meds for them anyhow.) Am also going to see an allergist to see if there's anything that needs to be treated that might be affecting my sleep as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, there are definitely days where I wake up and just want to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-1457865933603794540?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/1457865933603794540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=1457865933603794540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/1457865933603794540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/1457865933603794540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoo-hoo.html' title='Whoo Hoo!'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-2773487403181971512</id><published>2009-06-15T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:45:48.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, And...</title><content type='html'>I'm in the process of changing to my email to gmail because YAHOO IS A PIECE OF SHIT. Did you read that Yahoo? Yeah, I'm talking about you! Worthless, buggy nightmare. I have completely hit my limit of having to reboot Yahoo 8 times while trying to read, delete, write or send messages. Been going on for months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-2773487403181971512?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/2773487403181971512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=2773487403181971512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/2773487403181971512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/2773487403181971512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-and.html' title='Oh, And...'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-1743894019567552692</id><published>2009-06-15T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:38:15.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to sent out a quick post to everyone to let them know I'm not dead (that goes double for those of you that ahave emailed me directly to chat.) Long story short Ive been having incredible problems with RSI/whatever in both my hands/arms, and being at the computer for more than, say 10 minuees at a time is immediate pain in my fingers, hands forearms, elbows and even my shoulders. Seeing as I use my hansd for my livelihood (or hope to once my career really takes off,) I need to nip this problem in the bud ASAP so I don't permanentally damage myself even more than I have. Still need to makle doctors appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super quick update in the meantime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* got sewing gig in Oct/Nov in MA; hooray!&lt;br /&gt;* Mags graduated from preschool and starts kindergarten in Sept.&lt;br /&gt;* I have figured out that all of those migraines I get are menstration-related, and now I oddly look forward to PMS because that's when they STOP&lt;br /&gt;* I am dj-ing this Friday and am wildly underprepared&lt;br /&gt;* visit with mom went really well&lt;br /&gt;* got a new haircut&lt;br /&gt;* am the decorations lead for a 500 person campout in July&lt;br /&gt;* have been hired to make a bellydancing outfit and a burlesque outfit&lt;br /&gt;* dj gig, bellydancing outfit, burlesque outfit and decorations all due in next 4 weeks. Pants crapping has begun&lt;br /&gt;* still like my therapist, and is nice to know I am not the only 'broken' person out there&lt;br /&gt;* garden is doing well, except for chard which is either completely dead or you can actually grow as pre-wilted salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still lurking in everyone else's blog and appreciate folks understanding about my new and exciting medical condition. Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-1743894019567552692?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/1743894019567552692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=1743894019567552692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/1743894019567552692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/1743894019567552692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-4750257408382948690</id><published>2009-05-20T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:45:55.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>I'm doing laundry as we speak, which in and of itsself is not very exciting or interesting. However, as these are the costumes for the show I was working on and I am washing them as the final thing I have to do before being completely finished with this job, its almost...exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tonight at the cast party I will be returning the last of the costumes (the ones that weren't claimed by the cast, that is!) to the director to do with as she pleases. Earlier today I returned all of my rental costumes to their respective owners. The fat lady has sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show went really quite well. There were 4 performances this weekend at the Drag0n Theater in Palo Alto. Sunday got a bit ridiculous with the heat wave we had here; it must've been easy 90' in the theater. No air moving. Some of the characters in several layers. Fairly unpleasant. But with the exception of the matinee, we had a full house every night. The audience laughed at the 'right' parts and applauded generously at the end of each story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the costumes, I was really quite pleased with myself. The costumes themselves turned out almost exactly like I had drawn them, but more importantly, I was ready for opening night without being in a panic or killing myself with all-nighters at any point during the costumeing process. Sure, I might have done things a little more efficiently - renting and shopping and the like - but I tried to budget a lot of extra time into my schedule for accidents and unknowens and just getting burned out, and it seemed to have worked. Looking at my history of being the absolute queen of last minute work, I am feeling pretty damned smug right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief selection of costumes from the final costumes from the show can be found&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21279442@N00/collections/72157618510058650/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. I've already included them in two job applications I just sent out today; part of the neverending cycle of trying to find the next gig (fingers crossed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast party is tonight, which I am looking forward to -- and not just because of the booze. It was strange and kind of sad to have to pack up my costumes after the last performance on Sunday. I've invested the last 4 weeks into this, and have spent a lot of time with these folks. Sad that it is ending in a way (although that part where I didn't have to - and therefore didn't - get out of bed Monday was&lt;em&gt; exceptionally&lt;/em&gt; fabulous!) I've really enjoyed myself. Can't wait to see what the next one is. Would definitely work with this cast again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but if we do, I can all but guarantee it won't be atthe same theater. Turns out they didn't quite get that we would not only have open piles of real dirt on set for the show, but that it would be thrown through the air as well. By the end of 5 days of in house rehearsals and the performances themselves, there was at least a fine coating of dust on every object and surface in that theater. The stage area itsself? The one that was painted flat black and showed every speck of dust? That had to be mopped 4 times when we were striking. &lt;em&gt;Still&lt;/em&gt; didn't get it all. And after sweeping the place? The air was heavy with dust. It was like being on the playa -- except in a box. Ridiculous. (But fun!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-4750257408382948690?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/4750257408382948690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=4750257408382948690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/4750257408382948690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/4750257408382948690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/05/wrap-up.html' title='Wrap Up'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-8868497764684804106</id><published>2009-05-20T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:15:55.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a Bit...Betrayed?</title><content type='html'>Wow. I just saw a video for English Beat ("Best Friend", to be exact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the lead singer is WHITE! I had no idea! Obviously I've never seen one of their videos before, and sure there's a white guy on the albums, but I never thought he was the lead singer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might hve to lie down for a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-8868497764684804106?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/8868497764684804106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=8868497764684804106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/8868497764684804106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/8868497764684804106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-bitbetrayed.html' title='Feeling a Bit...Betrayed?'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-5248805419734529223</id><published>2009-05-16T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:55:08.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You, Kodak Gallery</title><content type='html'>Boy, live and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mags was born, I used the now defunct Ofoto to post all of her baby pictures so I could share them with my family and friends. Eventually other pictures of mine started making their way up there as well, and it soon became my only online picture sharing capability. Eventually I started taking less and less pictures of Mags (much trickier once they can a ctually MOVE,) and I learned of the wonders of Flickr, which had a lot of new and better features than Kodak, most noticeably that you didn't have to sign in &lt;em&gt;every single time&lt;/em&gt; you wanted to look at pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodak slipped out of mind for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However recently I've been getting notices from Kodak that they were changing their policies and would now be charging an annual storage fee for pictures, and if you did not pay all of your existing albums would be deleted. A few years ago our hard drive crashed and I lost more pictures than I can think about without becoming physically ill (honeymoon, crosscountry airplane trip), and I leapt back to Kodak to re-download all the pictures I had previously uploaded. Well you know what? You can't actually redownload &lt;em&gt;your own pictures&lt;/em&gt;. Nuh-uh! I mean, not without paying EXTRA, anyhow. Well, fuck? Oh, I know, I'll just order a CD of the pictures I know I don't have on my current drive (the really old ones.) Nope, sorry, can't do that either. If you want the CD, you have to order &lt;em&gt;absolutely everything you ever uploaded&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg your pardon? I have nearly 4000 photos there!! 2/3s of which I still have on my harddrive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my hands are tied. I can either lose all of Mags' baby pictures, or I can pay $100 to get them all in my hands. No contest really. My CD should be here in about a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad since starting Flickr I still keep the original copy of all my images on my harddrive here. Its a great way to share stuff, but I'm NEVER going to hand all my images over to someone else again, at least not to a service that is going to charge me to have access to my own data, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very much, Kodak. I hope you tank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-5248805419734529223?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/5248805419734529223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=5248805419734529223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/5248805419734529223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/5248805419734529223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-you-kodak-gallery.html' title='Fuck You, Kodak Gallery'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-3002310352835175924</id><published>2009-05-12T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:59:14.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love the Smell of Police First Thing in the Morning!</title><content type='html'>Husband came back into the house a minute after leaving for work toady. "The police are here. The neighbors car got stolen last night," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! That's terrible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, and ours and the kids next doors car got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ransacked&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit! Again? Dammit. Well, at least there was nothing of importance in there... except for... all of the costumes for....the...showohmygod&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;getoutoftheway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bolted outside and sure enough, there was the officer talking to the neighbors. The drivers door and gas door hung open on our car and the trunk was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; open as well; same for the neighbors. Without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;touching&lt;/span&gt; any of the doors I looked inside, taking inventory on what I could see and trying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; to remember what I had left inside the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it appears that all of the costumes are still there, but I am heading over to the theater to drop them of in a minute to take a piece by piece inventory and confirm that, what with the showw starting on Friday and all. And after we had a few  run-ins with our car getting rifled through at night, we've been very good to excellent about never leaving anything important in there. Husband did lose a $30 elecro-nerd-gadget thing, and I still have to find my iPod, but I am pretty sure that is at the studio. Will check before I head off to the theater. AT least we still have the CAR, unlike the neighbors. Can't imagine how bad THAT would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that they would've gotten far in ours - I was halfway throug the gas light when last I drove it. See?!? It PAS to not always have a full tank of gas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am very glad that the officer either didn't notice or chose not to say anything about my wildly expired drivers licence when she took my info. That would have been an embarrasing insult to injury on this fine sunny morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-3002310352835175924?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/3002310352835175924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=3002310352835175924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/3002310352835175924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/3002310352835175924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-smell-of-police-first-thing-in.html' title='I Love the Smell of Police First Thing in the Morning!'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-3428125698809577437</id><published>2009-05-11T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:42:47.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Combination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, for being 2-ish days from my period, I feel GREAT! I mean, sure, I'm swelling up like normal - lots of fast food while sewing and running around to rehearsals is NOT helping - but I'm in a &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt; mood right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hippy sleeping pills seem to be helping quite well; I slept fairly deeply for almost 10 hours last night! I've upped my B6 dose from 50 to 100 mg. I started throwing in some 5 HTP pills in the mornings as well to see if they would make a difference about 3-4 days ago too (although I am now reading material that suggests that the B6 and 5 HTP are not a great combination; will do more reading.) Plus I had my first full dress rehearsal with both shows on the acttual set and it went really well. Got lots of fantastic feedback ("You're amazing" being my personal favorite; thank you so much,) so while I have a lot of work to do still, a lot of the wondering-if-they-like-it stress is gone, baby, gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno what it is, but it is GREAT to feel this great. Its been a really long time since I've felt this good, and without the pesky side effects of being brain dead and fat from pharmaceuticals to boot. Here's hoping this is not just a passing thing, and I've found some things that will actually help me! Fingers crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-3428125698809577437?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/3428125698809577437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=3428125698809577437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/3428125698809577437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/3428125698809577437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-combination.html' title='Some Combination'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34829315.post-8114169519452777813</id><published>2009-05-04T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:20:14.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Is Unused to Speaking About Herself in the Third Person</title><content type='html'>Just got a request from one of the directors to submit a bio for the show program. Slightly more challenging that I would've thought. Do I mention that I like to sew nude? Is it too early to thank the Academy? Is "For a good time call" a little too forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty happy with what I came up with. At the very least, its probably too late to change it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mampajama (invisible townsperson, Costume Designer) has been parked behind a&lt;br /&gt;sewing machine for almost 20 years. The Hole and Sublet are her first design&lt;br /&gt;gigs, but she has also worked in costumes with the Marin Shakespeare Company and&lt;br /&gt;The Crucible (among others,) and in a former life was a traffic pilot with KGO.&lt;br /&gt;She hates pina coladas and prefers a couch and a book to actually walking in the&lt;br /&gt;rain.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34829315-8114169519452777813?l=amamapajama.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/feeds/8114169519452777813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34829315&amp;postID=8114169519452777813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/8114169519452777813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34829315/posts/default/8114169519452777813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amamapajama.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-is-unused-to-speaking-about-herself.html' title='She Is Unused to Speaking About Herself in the Third Person'/><author><name>mama pajama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02279836264011113309'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>