Ramblings of the Mildly Insane

Each year, sometimes twice, I try to donate blood. I figure, I’m helping someone out who needs it and every time, they tell me the same thing, “you just made it.” Meaning, my blood iron levels just barely eked by.

You see, I’m anemic. I’m supposed to take very large quantities of iron. Quantities that would probably kill (or maim) small animals and young children. Today, I didn’t take my supplements and it’s come back to bite me in the ass.

The blood donation people were so happy to see me come in (I’m thinking it was a slow day). They prepped me, abused my finger, and then apologized. Their voodoo magic didn’t work this time and my iron wasn’t even high enough to pretend I could donate.

And I was so looking forward to the juice and cookies they give you afterwards. Ah well, can’t say I didn’t try.

Off to take my iron now…maybe they’ll be there tomorrow.

Stop what you’re doing and go jump on the bed. You’ll feel better.

Don’t have easy access to a bed at the moment? Find your nearest mattress shop and tell them you’re just testing the integrity of the mattress before you purchase.

Well, August is a decidedly relaxed month for me in terms of client projects. However, it doesn’t mean I don’t have things to do. In fact, I have quite a bit to do.

Unfortunately, I’ve fallen two themes behind because I chose to hang out with my sister on Saturday and I had a wedding to attend on Sunday. That means I have to double up for a couple days so I can play catch up, but it’s alright.

Oh, and I’ve decided to keep the site a secret for a little while, though it shouldn’t be that difficult to find for those who are looking hard enough.

Screenshots and descriptions are up; download links are not. Zip files of each theme have been uploaded, but I probably won’t add the download links for a little while yet…I plan to have a contest.

More on that another time.

Back to coding I go…

First, I’m being proposed to by a complete stranger and now this? Something’s just really off about today. I need to go back to bed and start it over or something.

Phone rings, I answer, “Hello.”

“Yes, hello. Is this Teli?” (A male voice I don’t recognize.)

“Yes, but who’s this?”

“How you doing?”

“Fine, but who’s this?”

“You don’t remember me?”

“No. Is this Bruce?”

“No, Sean.”

“Huh? You need to cut it out Bruce.”

“No, it’s Sean. You really don’t remember me?”

“Am I supposed to?”

“We met about a year ago.”

“We did? Honestly, if this isn’t Bruce, I don’t remember you. Where did we meet?”

“Sunset Strip.”

“Really? And I actually gave you my real number?”

“We met at Mama’s Kitchen.”

And it suddenly started coming back to me…

“Ooooh, you know my brother.” (My brother actually programmed my number into his phone.)

“Yeah.”

“OK. How are you?”

“I’m doing good. I got a motorcycle.”

“That’s great. Look, I don’t mean to seem rude, but, why are you calling me?”

“Because you were on my mind.”

“Seriously? Be real.”

“I am. I saw your brother at a party the other day and you weren’t there and I really wanted to see you. I can’t believe you don’t even remember me.”

“Dude, I’m flattered that you remember me after an entire year, but what do you want me to say?!? I thought about you every day and I missed you?”

“Nah, but I thought you would at least still have my number in your phone. Remember my name, my voice, something.”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, it’s okay. I was just wondering, you know, when we could see each other again.”

“I’m pretty busy, so…”

“I understand.”

(I wonder how wrong it would be if I exploited the situation just long enough for him to teach me how to ride a motorcycle…)

So, this morning, someone is knocking at my door. It’s one of the guys who is re-doing the driveway and apparently, according to this man who is three feet shorter than I and twenty years older, we are going out next week, he will marry me, and we are going to start a family together.

Wow. I always thought I’d at least know the father of my future children’s name first.

Men. Pay attention.

Do not assume because a woman is polite to you that she intends to run off with you and have your babies. You are only setting yourself up for failure.

And, if at any time during your assumption, she starts to laugh at you, just stop talking and walk away.

I remember a time when I had no idea what “there’s no place like 127.0.0.1” or “there are only 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don’t” actually meant.

And a time when I never would have laughed at “SELECT * FROM users WHERE clue > 0” (with no rows returned).

I miss those days. My geek is starting to show. Of course, there are some times when I don’t mind my geek showing.

I’ve said it before, others have said it before, but if you still needed proof that AOL sucks…

You cannot cancel your account.

Not even when you die.

And just when you thought that was bad enough, they go and publish information about what you’re searching for…

Now I’m curious, who’s going to tell user number 17556639′s wife?

This may not come as a surprise to those who know me IRL, but I have more than one blog. Let me clarify, I have more than one personal blog.

For nearly 2 years, Mild Insanity has been the place where I vented and raged and laughed and learned. It was fun (and still is). Then I realized people beyond my friends and family were actually reading my blog and suddenly, it began to feel strange. Because of this strangeness, Mild Insanity became self-censored.

When I found out my ex-boyfriend read this blog, I chose not to speak specifically of our relationship or my new relationships or anything I felt might upset him. Because many people only see me as bubbly/happy/goofy, I have a lot of difficulty speaking about my bad days, my pain, my fears, or anything that would paint me in a different light.

A lot of who I am is lost on this blog and I spend a great deal of time biting my tongue and choosing my words as not to upset the wrong people at the wrong time. While I stand by my words (let’s face it, they show everyone that I’m human too…), there are some words I’d prefer others not read. I’ve tried password protecting posts, but my blog isn’t a high school cafeteria, and I don’t like excluding people like that.

And therein lies my dilema. What should I do with the insanity? Should I mothball it? Should I continue writing about various topics I find floating around the web? Or should I bite the bullet, get over my fear of being completely open in the public eye and just go for broke?

If I’m quiet here for a little while, you’ll know what I’m contemplating…

In the meantime, feel free to entertain yourself with some posts from the archive