My MT is jacked up. That is the blog software that I use to update and edit my blog.
I can't upload pictures. And I'm still getting spammed like a fried spam sammich. When I try to delete, edit, or publish comments, it takes forever. Me no know how to fixie. And the "help" is of no help. I'm good at a lot of things, but MT is not one of them. I'm too skeered to switch to something else either. I don't want to lose my entire blog.
Help me Obi MT Kenobi. You're my only hope.
I've lost 3 lbs. Random. I want muscle, so I don't care about my scale. Elvis said my arms are looking like guns. Any suggestions on reducing the armage and leaning them out? There's muscle, but it's still overpowered by the nearly 40-year-old-arm-fat. They are giggle-ey and fat. And big. Still it's better than weak. That's all I gots to say about that. I'm intense now.
I'm also more freaked about the procedure I have to have next week as my oncologist said it's either going to result in a "no big deal," or a "really big deal" kind of thing. Freaking abnormal cells. He also was kind of irritated that my Box Doc's office waited 3 months to call me about them. If I wasn't so freaked out, I'd find some other doc, but I need to get this done ASAP.
Have I ever told you all that I hate cancer? I hate the "what ifs." I hate to think that I am feeling good and working out and that I'm liking my life only to think that I might have to go through a relapse, or a new cancer or a bunch of new doctor crap. Cancer can suck donkey balls. I am going to will this to go well. I'm going to take the universe's prayers and think that my abnormal cells are nothing. Either way, I've decided that no matter what happens with this, I am not going to let it stop me. F*ck cancer. F*ck you right up your stupid multiplying cells.
I have a good post in me. I just don't have the time currently.
Also, does anyone know where I'm getting the comments from an old post about that lame Christmas Shoes song? It's like these posters are all about 14 years old. Angry and can't spell. All fake email address I'm supposing too. First started with this weiner, Jessica....
your a jerk that is the best song. if your mom was dying you wouldnt want her to have something good to pass away with. i dont no what your problem is but ummm. that is a good song.from,
the person who thinks your a jerkPosted by: jessica at December 13, 2006 06:24 PM
Sorry, but that song still sucks. And if I were dying, I'd still prefer an Arby's roast beef sammich to a pair of pretty shoes to meet Jesus in. After going through what I've been through, I've realized sadly that heels are overrated. Give me comfort with style vs. pain with style anyday.
Yesterday, I watched a bunch of chicks at my gym walk in heels and they can barely walk. They look ridiculous. Heels were made to make you walk sexier, not walk like a knarly truckdriver or like you have a stick up your cornholio. I'm built for speed, not pain.
Besides, wouldn't you rather have your kid near you if you were dying than out shopping without enough money? The artist that wrote that song reminds me of those country artists that create patriotic songs just to sell records. Or to proove their patriotism (makes me think of Willie Nelson in Wag the Dog). I think they should be forced to give all the profits of those songs to military families.
Same as I think that if you use the Pink to sell your product, you should be forced to give at least 50% or more to breast cancer research. I'm irritated about this. So is she. She says it far better than I do. I think she's my new favorite blog. I like sassy cancer survivors.
I love MT, but it doesn't love me.
I can do this. I'd be better without the wonky MT, but I will still do this. I have guns. And y'all. And Zoe, who speaks bird.
Your assignment today is to tell me what irritates you. Am I the only crankypants lately?
*waves to Elvis* I miss you today, you roadtripper, you.
Posted by debutaunt at January 12, 2007 01:17 PMI'm a lurker.
I moved my blog from Blogger to MT back in December of 2005. In November 2006 I moved to WordPress... I messed stuff up, but I know why and how I did it... that and the glass of wine didn't help.
I have fixed my blog and I haven't had one single spam comment in a month. It's wonderful. I know how bad the spam gets on MT.
I would be willing to help if you decide to move to WordPress. Email me.
Posted by: Aimee at January 12, 2007 03:06 PMAloha Deb,
RE:SPAM Have you run Adaware from Lavasoft on your machine? Also Spybot Search & Destroy is good. Both have a free download for personal use. I would also check out www.Komando.com. Kim Komando's site is a good place for Comp problems.
Have not heard the song you speak of so I won't comment on that. I do like the Dixie Chicks and Love Willie. Wag the Dog was a great movie. Kinda reminds me of someone's administration.
Here's my big gripe from out here in the middle. Folks that are too busy wagging their tonngues on the cell phone to use their turn signal or when they stop a full car length or 2 behind the car in front of them causing the cars behind them to block an interesection. Or the folks on the phone at a 4 way stop who stop then go right away and not wait their turn. Grrrrrr! I like the bumpersticker that says, " Hang up and drive".I say, If you can't drive safely while talking on the phone then pull over or let your VM take the call. Sheeesh! Talk about Crankypants.
Well, enough of that.
Keep a positive attitude, keep working on getting better at everything and we will keep thinking positive thoughts for your health and happiness.
Love,
EV
Hi again,
I just remembered the song from Wag The Dog, "Old Shoe". Shoe was played by Woody Harrelson another PT Maui resident. Wonder if Woody & Willie have pancakes together when they are both here?
OOOXXX,
EV
what irritates me? sadly, lots of things...today I'll just go with this: bosses who powertrip all over everywhere like they're the only 'people' who matter at all. Sending positive vibes for next week!
Posted by: Traci at January 12, 2007 09:45 PMPeople like Jessica who say really stupid things.
I hate when people say mean things. Oh and don't
eat and drive and then hit me with your car with your face buried in a big mac. Lucky for us it was minor damage.
Thank goodness someone else thinks that song is ridiculous.
I would hope that if I were dying and money was that short, my husband wouldn't be sending our kids out to buy me a pair of shoes. I'll take a cup of hot cocoa and a few hugs. Thank you very much.
Posted by: Kassi at January 13, 2007 12:01 PMQuan Ja Nim- the grandmaster Tae Kwon Do instructor, who taught my Tae Kwon Do instructor from the age of 4, irritates me.
I passed another belt test today - yeah, but belt tests mean that Quan Ja Nim will drive out to our school for the evaluations.
At the last belt test, someone grabbed a size "0" belt for me, which we realized as he was tying it around my waist.
(Can I tell ya... having any man touch me, other than my husband is a little unnerving, but most unpleasant around the waist area.)
So I said to Quan Ja Nim, "It's been a long time since I've been a size "0"."
And he replied thinking he was being motivating, "We'll if you keep this up, maybe someday you will be."
Arrrrrrhhhh,
First-of-all, I was not pleased or expecting a comment on my weight.
And second-of-all, I WILL NEVER BE A SIZE "ZERO" because SIZE "ZER0'S" ARE FOR 4 TO 6 YEARS OLDS.
A--FACE, QUAN JA NIM, NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WILL TAE KWON DO MAKE ME 4 - 6 YEARS OLD!!!!!!!!!!!
Besides, I can kick more literal ass, as a heavier person than I could as a 125 lb. waif.
Keeeeyaaahhhhh!
p.s.- I attribute my adventure into Tae Kwon Do to Deb's fight with cancer. Life is too short not to venture out of your comfort zone and follow your dreams.
p.p.s.- Quan Ja Nim said today to me, "You are really good, I can't wait to see how you do as a Black Belt."
Sometimes it's better to focus on the positive than life's irritations with bad 70's mustaches.
Posted by: sis #2 at January 13, 2007 05:16 PMWhat irritates me most are people who turn from non-turn lanes. it is very very common here and seems I come across one of these a-holes.
Posted by: Missy at January 14, 2007 05:55 PM