I just saw something that reminded me of this. I was 18ish when it happened. It happened to ME, not 'the friend of a friend' heh.

My grandmother had a lung desease and had a machine that was probably the forerunner of my nebullizer. It was about the size of a chair. huge puppy. I can remember her taking breathing treatments.
When i was 18, she died, not of lung problems. Her heart failed.
About 2 or 3 weeks after the funeral, we were clearing out her room a bit. Getting rid of the clothes and generally just things we didn't want. Like her breathing machine. We sold it.
The day the person was going to pick it up, the phone rang, and i answered it.
It was the company that supplied the machine, asking when would be a good time to pick it up. I was confused, i'd thought we owned it. But no. it was on loan and they said someone had called and told them to pick it up. I asked who; the woman looked it up and told me F.S. - my grandmother. After a moment of thought, i'd asked, when she'd called.
The woman said "yesterday".
I think my mouth opened and closed a couple of times before i managed to say "she died 3 weeks ago."
There was a long pause - i envisioned the womans mouth opening and closeing like mine had just done. Then just said; the woman who'd called said they were F.S., but of course, it could have been anyone.
umm... we'd all thought we owned the equipement - its why we'd intended to sell it.
...
so, anyway - yeah. I'd swear on my grandmothers body - true story.

my head is going to explode.
ever since last night, i've been having little knives stab me in the temples. randomly.
the school across the street is having a "talk with a whistle day" (or so it seems) because there ism't the usual sound of children playing/laughing/screaming, but the contenous, no stop, sound of 500 whistles going off. and its been that way for 3 fucking hours. ahhhh - the little darlings have been released from the daily prison to return home. past my window. and they are still blowing THE FUCKING HIGH PITCHED WHISTLES CONSTANTLY.
the little knives have turned into butchers cleavers and are hitting with the rythem of whistles.
i think i'll throw up.

Where can i go to send a fax? who offers this service? google fails me.

I just realized, you put When bunnys attack at the end of any tv show, and make it a better show title 99% of the time.
examples:

love comes softly When bunnys attack
countdown; When bunnys attack
charmed When bunnys attack
Most dangerous horrifing home vidios; When bunnys attack
space 1999 When bunnys attack
the a team When bunnys attack
martial law When bunnys attack
tour of duty When bunnys attack

i see i'm boring you.

okay. i'm going to have a good whine.

( whiiiiiiine )

okay, all done.

today i had to do some running around - donated some clothes to charity (a good deed) - stopped at the grocery store - stopped at the street market -... and when i got home, i was LESS red in the face than normal. usually by the time i get back, i look like a heat stroke victem ready to fall down.
you'd think with the tai-chi (which i'm done with class, only do at home now), and the amount of physical stuff and walking i do, my circulation would be better. my left leg is significantly thinner than my right. i'm contributing it to the loss of weight - i always lose weight in my legs first. but, um... well. something to think about.
its hotter than hades. where's the ice cream man?!

The shav in me loves these boots. ah, if i were only 30 years and 30 pounds lighter!

Shahhe got a new ball today.
it was under the couch 5 seconds after hitting the floor for the first time.
4 times.

i'm feeling so damn bloated. blah. i need to get out tonight - do some walking when it cools off. i went out the other night and took my camera, but they had the park all locked up so didn't get crap for shots.

my income support still hasn't arrived in my bank acct...starting to worry a bit about it, guess i should call them and see if there's a hold up.

i'm slightly bored. maybe i'll put up the mirror today - i've been putting it off cause the thing weighs more than i do, and i'm concerned i'll have trouble lifting it to put it on its brackets.

the newest firefox crashes about once every 15 minutes. even explorer was never this bad.
i've downgraded to firefox 2.0 and ... so far, so good.
of course, i've lost all the bookmarks i'd managed to find

yesterday, i shaved shahhe. she was pretty matted up. as usual, after i'm done shaving her, she looks like a punk rocker that had a fight with a lawn mower.
it would work a lot better if she didn't wiggle. (wiggle sounds so much better than fight violently). i got the bad bits done and a few...spots. it'll look okay in a month or two <.<

i had one hell of a lot of hair on my bed afterwards.

less than a minute after i was done, she was cleaning herself like a good kitty. with that magnificant mane, and 6 inch long hair between her tongue and her bottom, she just can't get to it. she knows what to do! she just can't get there hehe.

Whats the date? am i pms'ing or am I just ready to commit homicide because it's like a full moon or something?

I remember michael jackson as a little black boy, and a clownish freak, but everything else in between is rather a blur. I was totally shocked when black & white came out, with the crotch grabbing. that pretty much left me cold about him. I liked his music when i heard it, but i never went out of my way to get it.
He had enough problems for a platoon, a sex life i'd rather not think about, god knows what else... and now that he's gone, i realize for such a fucked up little freak, he made DAMN good music.
i suspect his records aren't going to stay on the shelves, and where he had money problems, his kids should be set up pretty good from this months sales. i hope so.
i realize his passing will leave a small hole in my life - for what he did not have time to produce. no one will ever know if he could have topped thriller.
I didn't like the man, but i got to say, he was a great intertainer, and he was music.
best of life to him in his journeys.

I had this book memorized at one point...



this and Go Dog, Go were the 2 most loved books in my childrens library. Good times




Do you like my party hat?

and of course, anything by Dr Seuss was a winner!

last night, as i climbed into bed, i could hear shahhe purring in the living room. i am smuggly amused at the amount of sounds she's putting out, like a proud parent. slowly, the purring grows louder. i realize its far too loud to be coming from another room, so slowly turn over to look at the door. where was she?
sitting 2 inches from the back of my head.
shahhe is terrified of faces - i'm sure some little kid picked her up as a kitten, put their face up against her's and screamed.
the fact shahhe is laying next to my head was just amazing.

last night my neb wasn't working, but i fixed it. score one for the old broad!

i was checking into taking a parashoot jump again - to find i now no longer fit the weight requirements. i'd have to lose a stone to be able to jump. how sad. so, next up, paragliding. maybe they dont have the same weight requirements. damn, you, prednoslone!

nm, got it

Well, shahhe is eating - a wolf comes to mind - and using the box. she sits on the chair arm and looks out the window. i have it set up so peeps outside cant see her unless she sits in the window and stretches up. which she doesn't seem to want to do - yet.
shes a soft voiced cat, but lord, she sounds loud in here. surprising how much carpeting absorbs sounds - or how much sound is made by its absence.

i went to the store today, and while there got to feeling pretty tight in the chest. reached for my inhailer to find it gone! yikes! i made it home, but haven't beaten down the asthma attack yet, hours later. the longer you got to wait to fix it, the harder it is to fix.

new picture up on the front of the journal.

i got a friend lost in the middle of buffallo. out of towner - i hope he finds the hotel lol
scenes from The Out of Towner keeps coming to mind.

talked to my mother today. she's not doing well, having a bit of memory/speaking troubles. the manager of her sr. housing is trying to kick her out, cause she's not keeping her place clean enough ... seems to me the home help should be the ones getting in trouble, because thats their damn job to keep the place clean. twice a week she comes in. and the carpeting? the carpet hasn't been changed sence my mother moved in over 20 damn years ago. thats got to be illigal. i'm thinking the managers in the US have to change carpet and paint every 10 years or something?

makes me mad, thinking about it.

edit; i'd heard someone trying to get in the front door. rattle rattle rattle...i got to look to find it was shahhe trying to open the bathroom door. (she knows how to open doors). the bathroom door is heavy, but doesn't latch properly, (and always closes by itself) so you only need to pull/push. she'd get out easy, but getting in was proving beyond her strength. i opened it for her and put a little thingy in the jam so it doesn't close all the way. she investigated everything and lost interest. lol

shahhe's investigated the flat. she's sat in my lap, followed me, demanded petting, sat on the furnature. she's done everything but use the box and eat.
she's adapting remarkably fast. i think she'll probably sleep with me tonight and maybe eat tomorrow.
i forgot her comb though. and she needs a brushing.

So, shahhe comes slinking out of hiding into the living room. looking rather like a hyena, back legs low, and paranoia radiating like a sun. she took a slink around the room and went back into hiding.
i found her the next morning in the closet. pulled her out, i put her under the blankets on the bed (her 'safe' spot) and petted her until she purred. but she still crawled out and went to hide under the bed. i left her alone.
later yet, i went in and found a mysterious lump under the covers.
progress!
she's still there.