Cats Rule

I tried and I even try, but I hate dogs. I will never like any of them. They are cute and I will pet every last ugly mutt on the planet and google at them with creepy baby sounds- as long as I don't have to take care of them. Ever. This feeling might pass after a few years. Like when I live in my hermit home with my grumpy old self, snarling at stupid neighbors, and feel that I am not safe anymore by myself- MAYBE I'll get a dog.

Okay, it Gets Grosser

There is another book about wound treatment and pictures I have come across are vascular ulcers. This poor person has gangrene. Apparently you must keep the foot dry, using alcohol papers. The book is in black and white- doesn't help when they talk about the redness or the green look to these ulcers.

Maybe I should get back to work.

Data Collection from Human Skeletal Remains

I work in a library as well as that stupid customer service job. Libraries are the best. Today I ventured across how to store, collect data, and process human remains. Like what details to focus on when taking pictures. There was a hole in a skull called trepanation "a surgical procedure which involves cutting a hole in the cranial vault and removing the cut piece of bone." This job never gets boring.

YOU BETTER!

Oh, these customers are killing me today. The first crazy was a lady with huge legs who needed three sandwiches for a hospital visit and was a little too excited singing opera while she waited for me to finish.

The next guy had a small build, small shoulders and a deep voice. He looked suspicious, like he was on crack. He had a wad of cash and drove out of the parking lot with a huge diesel pick-up truck.

My favorite by far, who has won the straw on my camel's back, I'm quitting because of her, (thank you, biotch. you are the face I will never forget, representing all the nasty mean costumers of the earth.)

Everyone should be required to do customer service at least once in life, to be humbled by the bitchiness of the world. I used to be the bitch, but now have learned that eye contact is VERY important and this is just another job for them, too. No one REALLY wants to "serve" ANYONE. It's just a bitch slap every time you have to do something for someone else, when you know DAMN well they can do it themselves. Oh, eye contact is SO important.

Generally, I have to present the product to these ungrateful holes. This lady says, "I need to see two." I pull out two. "Those are two small, I was told on the phone I can get what ever size I needed." Fine, I say, I can show you two more.

"You better."

That's what she f*cking said. YOU BETTER.

I glared at her and said to myself, "It is you, you are the biotch, who is rewarded my precious straw."

My partner had to help her for the rest of the time. My ears were red hot and I had to get in the freezer with a quickness.

Silence is Awake

After the night cools the earth
the sun quietly sets her return,
quiets the barking dogs
and gives us the birds.
The wind full of promise
chimes us her dance.
Everyone in my house still asleep
except me and silence.

Ruining My Rhythm (Crossing the Street)

Let me try to attempt my problem with "nice" drivers and crossing the street in front of them. I have my normal pace, maybe a little fast for some, but that's not the issue. Now, I want to cross the street and a car wants to turn. They wave me to say "Hey, you can go before me." This would be nice if I didn't have a problem with people who assume unnessary control of everything they possibly can. I am expected to do a little jog to say, "Hey, thanks for letting me go first."

Never mind the fact pedetrians DO get the right of way. Butmaybe I don't want the right of way. My rhythmm, my lil' stroll, is thrown off when I am walking and then I have to "jog a lil" for a car. Does anyone else feel it or am I just high maintence?

My solution- just go in front of me if our different paces show you will reach your destination before me. Or if I stop walking and wave you thru, YOU just go! OR don't expect me to "do a lil' jog" AFTER you wave me thru-

I never do the jog. I stay at my pace and maybe smile. Am I rude?

Bored people's problems...

The Roads Most Travelled

I love new roads. It seems they always put the asphalt down on the extremely hot days. Is that on purpose? Can they not put it down in rain? But the smell is new, it's so much easier to speed, and the yellow barrells are gone.

Following myself around

I am off these days from mother duties and everyone is gone from my home. Thankfully, my boyfriend understands that I wanted time to myself and to see what I do. My first out of five, I did nothing, not even cleaned the house. I think my sister catalysted this do nothing attitude on your first day off, which to me was a new thing, I usually would want to clean the house and pretend it's all mine- it's all mine! But this time, I didn't care. I went grocery shopping with the boyfriend too.
My second day, I DID clean the house, but not as much as I thought. It's Terri Clean, I thought. I turned on the radio, swept the floors, washed the dishes, straightened the couch and living room. Then I found myself in front of the computer writing two poems, opened alcoholic container #1, 2, and 3. Three notebooks spread out on the kitchen table. No cares to venture outside of the house on this beautiful day. I ended up taking the dogs for a walk around the block after 10 PM. I don't like talking to neighbors in the day light when I am tipsy or sober for that matter.
Why are we forced to be all smiles and say hi to people, just because we are so darn close to them? Can we come up with a non-verbal sign that says, "I like you and I will talk to you some other time, but right now, even though you are standing right next to me, I don't want to talk to you, thanks."

I SAW DEAD PEOPLE

I went the Body World 2 at the Science Center in Cleveland.
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The journey started through the ears, earbones and heads. Through splints in legs and knee joints and arthritis. Muscles with tendons and ligaments split from bones and frayed away, so elegant. Other muscles wrapped around bones and organs. Muscles buried in nerve endings and veins.

Men's sexual organs so simple and women's so difficult. No wonder ...

Their bladders five times larger, as big as a small eggplant. Our bladders, as big as an over grown walnut.

Lungs large, liver, too.

Kidneys, three inches, small, like the beans.

After the ears, a spine twisted like an S, showing us MS.
Vertabres, cartlidge, which one did Erin hurt? Converging organs, adapted.

The throat and tongue were most interesting to me (the intestines, too.) Tongues were smaller than I would always imagine. Or thick and fat. Tubes of esaphogus or windpipes, an Adam's apple. Huh.

So many veins, muscles, and bones, but there was one lady they called the X-Lady and her eyes were exposed from her head and her legs were crossed into an X. Her face was split right down the middle and her skin was peeled away, exposing the innerds. (A Terri word) If I was more technical with this word, it would need to be spelled INNERED. Or have other people used this word?

Should I share a secret? (I wanted to see our butts. How they look from the insides.)

I was disturbed with the foot bone. SO clunky- and that represents my sensitive soul? (Pisces are represented by the feet on the body)

They had one skelton behind the counterparts of its muscles, making it look like the twin was followiing it. THAT was an eye popper.

Two OMGs*. OMG1. The fat around the body. They showed what fat looks like around the muscles. The poor guy, they cut a large vertical slab, and maybe 2 inches + or fat surrounded the perimeters of the organs. The slab of this large guy and a skinny guy layed on a shiny black table. And again, you could almost touch. I didn't get a super close look at the organs filled with fat (it was getting to be a day.) It was interesting to see the fat bunched up in the back of the neck. The slab looked like purple crystal inside of a rock that is always sold in gift shops.

OMG2, was a pregnant lady. They seperated her, own area with baby. On the way to visit her, you see the tiniest 3 week old, if you have good eyes. Progress in their own tubes to 12 weeks (?). And on the way out, you see a three month old, 6 months in their own glass huts. I was wondering if they were real, they looked so fake. I still couldn't tell you, except, by default, the WHOLE show was supposed to be real dead people, so they had to be real.

AN Extra OMG. How close you could get to these exhibits!! I think I stuck my head up two butts. They had diagrams for the front and back of each body. Too technical for my taste, but I did purchase rental, for 4 dollars, the phones that explain stuff(it would have been nice to have Aunt Jan, MD to explain things instead.) It would have helped, also, if I did not treat the phone like a high school teacher trying to teach me Phylosophy.

*OMG- Oh My God! (Or gosh!)

My Blog Name (Part 2)

Erin informed me that she used to call me Terri-iTHia. Not iNTHia. And I think I might like it better that way. Maybe not. I'll get over it, maybe. It's just a blogname for GOSH Sake!