and yet another reason my coworkers scare me. this is from a refund form.

"Patient paid his bill, then insurance covered it, after he done paid them."

well, shoot dang.

[via swissmiss]

ingested one week ago today

two pieces of toast (buttered)
one cup of coffee (cream, sugar)

one glazed twist (mmm, donut)

one breadstick (with cheese)
one chicken club (with chips)

one latte (blueberry flavor)
one teeny tiny muffin (espresso flavor)

one steak (medium)
one baked potato (butter, salt)
green beans (amount undetermined)

popcorn (parmesan butter flavor)

needless to say, i did not go to bed hungry.

Lonely Nation - from Nothing Is Sound (2005)
Words and Music by Switchfoot

[album audio here]


She turns like the ocean
She tells no emotion
She's been gunning down the fight

She's just reminiscing
Blood, sweat, and one thing's missing
She's been breaking up inside, inside

Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation

We are the target market
We set the corporate target
We are slaves of what we want
We're just numb and amused
And we're just used to bad news
And we are slaves of what we want

Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
I want more than my lonely nation
I want more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
I want more than my desperation
I want more than my lonely nation

Lonely, lonely

Don't leave me hollow
I'm tired
Don't leave me hollow
I'm tired of feeling low
Of feeling hollow

Greed - from Roots (2008)
Words and Music by Shawn McDonald

[album audio here]

Well, take a look around and tell me what you see
We are consuming everything
And I must confess that I fall
Oh, isn't this the story of us all?

Falsely advertised
Into believing that we need this stuff in our lives

'Cause what we got is what we need
And everything else is only greed
It's greener on the other side
Oh, why can't we be satisfied

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

And I've seen some with little
And they seemed like they were doing just fine to me
And I've seen some with a lot
And they don't seem like they ever want to stop

Falsely advertised
Into believing that we need this stuff in our lives

'Cause what we got is what we need
And everything else is only greed
It's greener on the other side
Oh, why can't we be satisfied

anything you want mdog to write about? i may or may not be taking requests.

seriously, she's kind of a big deal.

:D

"Pay attention," she whispered.
But it was impossible not to pay attention. However, gently and delicately, her fingers had probed to the very quick of his consciousness. And how intensely alive, he now noticed, those fingers were! What a strange tingling warmth flowed out of them!
"It's like an electric current," he marveled.
"But luckily," she said, "the wires carry no messages. One touches and, in the act of touching, one's touched. Complete communication, but nothing communicated. Just an exchange of life, that's all."

[found at story time]

i love that. an exchange of life.

somehow i have found myself in conversations regarding cuddle parties[!], snuggling, touching, and hugging [or non-hugging] during the past week or so. if this sounds at all familiar, it is because i have blathered on about this before here and here. and if you note the dates, apparently i have the need to talk about this nearly annually? anyway. if you search oxytocin+hug you will find all sorts of fun stuff regarding the power of touch, which i find very interesting [i particularly enjoy this post, also at story time]. one of the artlcles starts off like this, though:

"Between loving partners, between parents and children, or even between close friends, physical affection can help the brain, the heart and other body systems you might never have imagined."

okay. so the word "even" there? before the bit about close friends? irritates me to no end. like, omg, wow, can you EVEN IMAGINE? friends? showing physical affection? THE WORLD HAS GONE TOPSY-TURVY. BRING ME A DRINK.

it seems there is a very large chasm between childhood and dating/marriage where affection is somehow out of bounds. as a single woman in her late twenties, you can imagine this may be a little frustrating. what, just because i'm not married or dating i should be denied physical affection? it's healthy, you know! frankly, i'm glad i am a woman and that i can feel a little more free in the touchy-feely-ness area without society totally weirding out on me. although nowadays there are raised eyebrows at two women showing affection, too... sigh.

anyway, i started this thinking that i had some sort of point but am pretty sure i lost it somewhere along the way. it's a shame, too, because i think it was going to be awesome. for now i'll just say that hugs are physically, scientifically, and emotionally awesome, and that if you know me well... you know where to find one.

[in other news, apparently i cannot justify alignment in my entries anymore? rawr.]

I want to be who I was born to be. I want to be a woman-- full of piss and vinegar and sweetness and light and tenderness and fury and joy and anger and sadness and exhilaration. I want to be a woman who is passionately in love with Jesus. I want to be a woman is self-sufficient and independent, but who can accept help from others instead of trying to do it all myself and becoming jaded by life. I want to be a woman who is strong but not hard, gentle but not subdued, loud but not strident. I want to fall in love and I want to argue and I want to snuggle and wrestle and hug. I want to give foot rubs and Dutch ovens. I want to memorize scripture and I want to talk dirty to my husband. I want to teach my kids how to love Jesus and how to fart with their armpits and why the sky is blue.

[found on the occasional truth via an anonymous poster. part of blog share 2008]

and, no. i didn't write it. might as well have, though.