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Mar. 8th, 2014

Vacation Part the 2rd

*Ok! Continuing on from where we were...*

When we returned to the house we found our hosts returned from a large grocery trip. We all ask how we can help, Dee is sent with stuff to the freezer, Laur helps put stuff away in the kitchen and I am told with a chuckle to take a shower to help de-sand myself. The shower was WONDERFUL but it didn't get all of the beach off me as I discovered after scratching my head.

After getting rinsed off I was introduced to the family bunny and cat, the bunny demanding pets and the cat just lounging right next to it. I drank water (a continuing theme while I was there) and generally relaxed with everybody. Talked a bit with Lawena about how Hawaiin is pronounced, made some linguistic connections of my own and vowed to practice with street names the next time I saw them.

I was asked to join in a vodka shot and seeing as I was on vacation I thought, "why not?" Note: I HATE apple flavored vodka! It tastes just nasty! Also, the black cherry vodka makes Cherritussin seem tame. BLECH!!!

The adults decided a bit later that it was time to go out to the local bar and party! Based on what I knew so far about the group, I decided I didn't want to be around a bunch of drunk people, known or unknown, but wasn't really sure how to get out of it. Mailei to the rescue! Laurie and I were invited out to see a movie with the youngest daughter of the household and even though Laur wasn't enthused with the movie choice (Frozen) we both agreed it was better than drunken adults.

Movie turned out to be pretty good and Mailei was good company. We visited the Banyan tree afterwards to see its glory in the dark of night, lit by local lamps. That tree is amazing. We also walked along the main tourist street, Front Street, where Laurie and I laughed commenting that the frequent art galleries there were like the frequent antique shops back home. Can't go more than three shops without seeing one!

We stopped by a shop selling bone sculptures and fossil stuff, Mailei talked with the shop keeper while Laurie and I oohed and aahed over various things including a miniature raptor skeleton sculpture and whalebone grips. I drooled over those quite a bit. We also stopped at a shop that sold glasswork. We got to watch the master of the shop put fins and a head on a baby humpback whale made of his glass. It was amazing to watch him work! We chatted for a bit with the secondary glasssmith who was pleasantly surprised to find us interested not just in "how pretty" the stuff was but some of the technical aspects as well. I knew there was a reason I took logic and physics in college.

Saturday we went around the western mountain of Maui to see the blowhole there in action. It wasn't too spectacular according to Dee who'd been there before, but I found it interesting regardless. I also found the scenery there to be delightful, a combination of the green you'd expect from a tropical island and the black and red of lava rock closer to the shore.

Farther around the mountain we stopped at Lorraine's Shaved Ice per Mailei's instruction. She told us that Lorraine had the best shaved ice on the island. I found myself hard put to disagree with her! That and her banana cream pie...ooooh I wish I had the recipe! Made with bananas fresh off the tree! <3 Laurie and I were also introduced, via the lovely lady Lorraine, to her "cheap entertainment." It's a plant that has male and female varieties. With the male type, you slap its leaves and it just does nothing, like a normal plant. The female variety though, when slapped, folds its leaves in very fast to show off the thorns underneath. No wonder it's called Lorraine's cheap entertainment, We were having way too much fun brushing the female leaves and watching them close and slowly reopen!

Laurie and I spent some time browsing for swim wear after we returned to Lahaina, no luck finding the type we wanted in prices we could afford. Her suit was years old and she wanted a newer one while I just wanted something that wasn't a one piece so I could easily wear it underneath regular clothing (my current suit has a built in skirt, doesn't work well with shorts). Before bed we watched some of the Olympics and cheered on our various participants. Watching the Olympics before bed became the thing to do while on vacation there.

Sunday was mostly a resting day, lazying about the house reading, playing a bit on my game, napping and generally doing nothing. Felt kinda nice. Mailei had apparently taken a shine to Laurie and I and asked us if we all wanted to go get our hair cut. I'd done mine before leaving for the island but I went along anyway. We ate at a Hawaiin barbaque place while we waited for the hair salon to reopen from lunch and discussed mainland vs island views of spam. Hawaiins LOVE their spam. Both Mailei and Laurie got their hair cut and I caught a catnap while was there. The warmth and humidity just got me sleepy...guess that means I was pretty relaxed too.

*Wow, this really is longer than I anticipated. One more part to go to cover the last 3 days and I've saved the best for last! (Not by planning, just because that's how it happened on my vacation.) Stay tuned, same cube-time, same cube-channel!*

Mar. 6th, 2014

Vacation Part the 1th

*So I've had an interesting couple weeks since returning from vacation and I apologize for the lateness of these posts. Plural. I found the idea of breaking up what would be a ridiculously long post into smaller ones to be good. Thus, I begin!*

So, that trip to Hawaii, lets see how much I remember. Oh look! A notebook with notes! *Flips pages and collects thoughts*

Getting through to the terminal for my first flight was easy. My friend Kit and I had printed off our boarding passes the day before and the airport was pretty quiet when we arrived too. We literally walked right up to TSA and zipped through. Spent an hour an a half roughly just waiting around. Talked with another passenger who said she was returning home to Maui after visiting family. She was very nice and even showed us what a Hawaii driver's license looks like, red with rainbows! Rainbows are a theme over there apparently.

The airplane looked very little to me when it came up to the gate, probably because it was an air"bus", meaning small, cramped and... economical. It wasn't bad, but it was clearly meant for local flying. Takeoff was fun for me, watching us rise through clouds, being surrounded by fog, seeing the valley and the mountains pass far, far, FAR below us. Most of the flight was very relaxing in fact. I find I dislike decents, or at least "driver" decents. Felt like we were braking in a car, somewhat hard, and for much longer than a car would take. Neat seeing the actual rain outside the window while we passed through a cloud into LAX. Taxiing took forever but that was because I truly didn't realize, and probably still don't, how big LAX is. I mean hooo-ee! That place is HUGE!

Got off the plane and noted that our next flight was going to be delayed. Ah well. We had to take a shuttle to our next terminal and once we found its exact location we found bathrooms, food/drink, and...A BOOKSTORE. This is, of course, very dangerous for me as a book lover. I could have ruined my entire vacation fund in that one place I'm sure. Instead I bought a single book in case I finished off the one I had brought with me, a Piers Anthony book. He's known for creating worlds where puns are a way of life. Tulip trees kiss you, the sandman is in the desert and I'm not even going near the popular fizzy drink called Boot-rear.

After enjoying ourselves there we returned to our terminal to sit and wait. Found ourselves in the company of another traveller heading to the island, this time on vacation himself. He claimed himself from Florida (and I thought my commute was bad!) and we proceeded to speak about the differences of weather in our local areas, airport sizes and common activities such as swimming and socail awkwardnesses. He seemed embarrassed at first when I figured him out to be an otaku.

An otaku is a person who generally stays at home watching anime, playing video games and drawing comics. It is a term that is often used in a derogatory sense, but if the people you reach in your society are not the kind you want to socialize with, what else can you be? How you spend your time at home is what counts. He tended to draw, watch the news and learn languages. He even had a Czech phrasebook with him that he had picked up from the bookstore at his last stop. He shared some sweet tea-cakes with us and we shared raspberry m&ms with him (he'd never heard of such a thing. They are delicious!).

Our flight into LAX was full, but the one going out to OGG(Maui) was not. The plane was a big one, a 767 with a 2x3x2 seating arraingment. I had two seats to myself on one side until a last minute family boarded. Mom and the two kidlets seated themselves in the center trio of seats and Dad sat in the aisle seat next to me. He was ticketed for the window seat but we each preferred the other's seat. Win for me. I watched out the window during takeoff and enjoyed climbing through night clouds (about 1830, after sunset) but the ocean was pretty much covered in clouds so there wasn't much to watch.

Spent most of the flight reading, a good book can do wonders! When we finally reached Maui I stepped off the plane. I hadn't realized that the ocean would be SURROUNDING THE PLANE. Good gumdrops that is high humidity! Kit and I swam to the downstairs bathrooms, the closest one was already accumulating a line, and stripped off our half-soaked sweaters that had kept us from being chilly on the plane. Kit's parents then met us in an Impala to take us to the house we'd be staying in. We picked up some Taco Bell on the way to scarf down before we all hit the sack at 2300HST. Slept in sections, new bed/couch does that, through the night.

I'm gonna say I finally decided "not to sleep" instead of saying I woke up, at about 0600HST when I was hearing a rooster in the distance. That turned out to be perfect, I usually get up at 0800PST, and the family we were staying with normally started getting up at that time too. Nice and cool that time of morning. 'Bout the only time it's "cool" over there sheesh!

First thing Kit and I did after eating a breakfast of homemade fried rice courtesy of Lawena(that's Lah-veh-nah) was explore the local area and find a shop that sold sunscreen. Found a cute little boutique that sold dresses, shirts, sandals and generally the stuff tourists like. They had sunscreen as well so I got a bottle as well as a very nice purple sundress and a necklace. Kit found herself a beach bag and some sandals.

Laurie, her parents and I all went out to Whaler's Village and the beach behind it for my first lessons in dealing with the ocean! I had a ton of fun figuring out that water up to the knee was simple to deal with, water above my waste was simple to deal with and that area inbetween was where I would get "ground pounded." I'm sure I gave quite a few belly busters to Dee because of my ineptitude. Also my absolutely too wide grins about it all. I was playing and having fun, what did I care if I got pushed up the beach a few times? :D

Note to self. Sea water will get sand into EVERYTHING, and while it tastes like tears, it does NOT feel like them in your eyes. I promised myself I would get a pair of goggles before I went into the ocean again!

We had taken a shuttle to Whaler's Village and so we had to wait a bit for the return shuttle to take us back. As we waited I had the pleasure of watching a small rainstorm approach us and then sprinkle on us. It was neat watching it down the small hills and onto us! Laur is checking her messages under shelter and chuckles at me because someone asks her if chains are mandatory over the pass. Apparently it was snowing back home.

*That's it for part the 1th, expect another section tomorrow! Don't worry, it's already written out so you don't have to wait. :P*

Feb. 15th, 2014


Ok, so I have officially taken my first, real, vacation. I didn't just take a week off work and pick a day to drive to Virginia City or a couple days just over the hill, I took an airplane to a far-away place with no feasible way to return early without serious monetary consequences.

I went to Hawaii.

I spent a week in Hawaii.

...That's still sinking in and I'm back home already.

My first impression of Hawaii was, "Holy crap! No one told me I'd have to swim EVERYWHERE when they said they had humidity!" Let me tell you, I enjoy not having to breath water. I am most DEFINENTLY a desert girl! I tend to feel that 30-40% humidity in summer is oppressive. I can tell when the humidity at home has risen to 20%. I think Hawaii has a policy of NEVER going below 80%. EH-VER.

On the plus side I stayed on the "desert" side of the island, or so I've been told. The few weeks before I arrived had seen lots of rain all over the island, more than they are used to in their winter and that's another thing. Whoever heard of being "chilly" in 80 degree weather?? How is that concievably "chilly??" People who wear sweaters in 75 degree, no wind weather are just crazy. Anyway, they'd been getting lots of precip. and that meant that the island was all around green. Every shade of green from deep jungle green to the yellowy-green of new leaves. This is apparently unusual for this time of year meaning I was looking at Hawaii in summer green with winter temperatures. Best of both worlds!

I had fun while I was over there. Got to visit a couple of beaches, go out on a whale-watching boat (DOLPHINS!!!<3), explore the touristy and non-touristy sides of Lahaina, the town I was staying in, and generally enjoy myself and the sun when I wanted.

If you have yet to figure this out, this post is just the overview of the trip. A more detailed, day-by-day entry will follow tomorrow when I've got fewer "finishing up the post-trip chores" to do.

Oh, another first for me, flying commercial. I'm also simply going to say it's my first time flying because the last time I was in an airborne airplane was when I was....three? Or four, basically so long ago and when I was so little as to void the experience from counting toward my personal tally. So I got to experience flying in two little planes (airbuses) and two big planes (3x3 and 2x3x2 seating). General impression: Airbuses are small, compact and tend to translate turbulence into your butt better than bigger planes. Bigger planes tend to be more comfortable and turbulence feels more than rocking than chopping. Also can't hear the landing gear come up and down as well, though you certainly know when it's down by the drag it produces. Oh, and I want to thank the pilot of my return flight from Hawaii in the big bird, that was a smoooooth flight!

Alright, that about covers the generics. Next post will be more of a play by play and I'll see about getting photos in place as well. Expect it to be a long one with them pictures!

Jan. 17th, 2014

Writing again

So some of you who read my blog know that I like to tell stories, mostly in the spoken and written word. I did a lot of writing when I was younger and especially in highschool with my friends. We wrote a superhero story with each of us having a superpower and fighting off a villian and his evil minions at our highschool. It was great fun and it always gave us something to talk about; and fight about. The fighting was mainly over who got the story binder when and who was next to add a chapter. It was awesome none-the-less, seeing your friends give you a shining role in one of their chapters or vice-versa (Toothpicks anyone? And let's not forget "fluffy kitty"). Unfortunately I haven't written very much in the intervening years (I keep almost all of it in a single folder).

So last month I decided to do something about it. I wanted to start writing again and I knew that if I just jumped into a self-made story I'd get it going and let if fall off that invisible cliff that appears a week after I start a writing project. My hands get tired of the pen or the keyboard and it will just be a little break of a day or two... three months later...yeeeeeah.

Okay, I told myself, making something from absolute scratch wasn't going to do it. What else is there?

How about a crutch? A...fanfiction of a sort? There's already history, a possible timeline to follow and characters built for me. Add in one or two new characters and let it fly...hmm...couldn't think of which book or movie to go with. Started knocking around on Deviant Art looking for inspiration. I found it.

Nuzlockes. A Nuzlocke is a way of playing a pokemon game, any of them. The basic rules are simple.
1: If a pokemon faints, it cannot be used ever again in the game. It must be considered dead or released.
2: All pokemon must be given nicknames upon capture.
3: Only one capture per distict area (nearly all places in the games are either a township or a route).

Reading some of other people's Nuzlockes I found other self implemented rules such as no healing items, or no using legendary pokemon or rules concerning what to do in the story with a fainted pokemon. Yes, in the story. People play their game and then create a story around their personal experiences. Mostly I was finding nuzlocke comics, but some people were writing them out too.

So I figured, why not? It would be a great way to get me writing a little at a time. Play through a section of the game, record what happened, create a story using the characters. Heck, the characters and even some of their characteristics are given to you upfront in the game. You catch a pokemon and, depending on which game you play, the fighting stats are supplemented with things like "brave nature" or "loves to eat." This would be the perfect crutch for me to hobble with until I got far enough back into the groove to go out on my own.

Best of all, there is a definite end to the story. You beat the top battlers, become the champion of the whole region and credits roll. Sure you can add a little after about going home or looking to the next challenge, but you don't have to do any of it. And you know what? It's working. I've been writing about every other day for the past two weeks. And my average word count per session is holding steady between 1400-2000. So far I've got a little over 26,000 words to the story and I'm not even halfway through the game yet. I haven't done any editing either, just writing. Putting the ideas on the page and letting myself get carried away with it until I can't think anymore or I reach the point I was last at in the game. I'm writing again.

And I'm LOVING it!

Jan. 12th, 2014

Yea High

In answer to the question, "What're you up to?" Another way to put it, "not much."

Life in the pharmacy continues as normal, people drop off and pick up meds, some smile, some leer, and some get the giggles when I call bananas "weighable produce." The guy honestly giggled not knowing that the common term in the grocery arena is weighable produce for produce that has to be, well, weighed. I tend to call produce items that don't have to be weighed, "eaches" since the register generally asked how many I have of them.

So why am I, a pharmacy tech, talking about bananas? Because I have no problem ringing up other items at the pharmacy most days. Granted, if you have a full cart I will turn you down, but if you just have a few items I'll happily ring you up so you don't have to stand in the line up front too. Oh, but don't bother trying to get your vodka with your antidepressants. Even if I was allowed to ring those up I'd call the pharmacist over for a council and let you deal with his wrath because come on, really?

2014 has started off with a whiz-bang as far as pharmacy is concerned. About half the insurance plans that our customers currently have were simple switches. Heck, I run a claim through last year's insurance and it rejects with "please to use these numbers m'kay?" attached which means I don't even have to look at your new card (I will not be upset if you do show me anyway. Means you're paying attention and I like that!). Most others are simply saying the plan is cancelled for said customer, please ask for the new card. So please, if I ask to see this year's card, I'm not doing it for fun. Telling me "nothing has changed" means diddly to me when your copay was $10 last month and the cash price you're going to pay without that new card is $57.99.

I admit though, I have had some fun with some of my customers. I ask for their card, they give it to me with or without a gripe and I enter the information BEFORE I've shown them the cash price. Generally copays have been five dollars higher, ex. your $10 copay is now $15. People have this strange tendancy to tell me (not ask, tell!) that the insurance isn't paying anything. So I push the cash price label to them and watch them gasp for air when they find out the cream they're paying twenty bucks for through insurance would be about $150 PER TUBE. Yes sir/madam, prices HAVE gone up on meds. Golly gee, can't imagine why the insurance would increase your copays then. :P

Other than the usual (read above) insurance issues that come with the start of the year, nothing much has been happening at the pharmacy. Outside the pharmacy I wish this darn website had a "like" button or something. Don't know half the time if anyone reads this. It's partially why I tend to disappear for weeks (or months... >.>) at a time.


Eh, I've been writing more often lately, been making myself do it (with impressive results number-wise) in the hopes I'll regain the habit. Let's see how well that works for blogging too. ;P

Nov. 11th, 2013

The Man at the Pharmacy

**Note! This is simply a rambling my brain created and has no reflection on the reality of my work! The basic setup scenario is one I've dealt with before, but this is still a work of complete fiction. It attacked me and wouldn't let me go until I had written about "the man who came by the pharmacy."**

He was nervous.

He came up to the counter and handed me two pieces of paper. Prescriptions. He said they were for his wife. She'd just had dental surgery he said. He wasn't wearing a ring. He looked awfully uncomfortable.

I looked at the papers. Cipro, an antibiotic, and Percocet, a very strong pain killer. A controlled substance pain killer. The pair together were not that uncommon. But he wasn't looking at me. He kept hunching his shoulders and looking around. He was acting suspicious.

I asked if she had ever filled here before. He said no. I asked for her address, phone and allergies as well as his photo I.D. He told me what information I needed and reluctantly handed over his I.D. I asked if she had any insurance while I wrote down his I.D. number. He said she didn't but that he was going to pay for it cash. This was all looking suspicious.

I tell him it will be about 10 minutes and he could wait at the other end if he liked. He relaxes his shoulders as he walks away. I turn to my pharmacist and tell him my observations. He is suspicious of the man as well.

The pharmacist tells me he will call the doctor, to verify the scripts are real. I type the Cipro.
The pharmacist hangs up the phone. The doctor admits to seeing the girl earlier that day and he wrote both prescriptions. I type the Percocet. I'm still not convinced this guy is legit.

We fill the medications, slap on the labels, and walk to the pick-up window. The man is waiting in a seat. I call him up to the window. I ring him up. He's nervous again. I have the pharmacist come over to give him counsel. The man pays serious attention to the directions and warnings. He acknowledges everything the pharmacist says. Both the man and the pharmacist sign off on the prescription and the man turns to leave.

The pharmacist frowns at the man's back. He tells me to follow the man just to observe, just in case he is going to sell the drugs. I let the man walk away a bit before following him. His shoulders are still hunched. He's watching around himself again.

The man walks out of the store. He turns left. I walk out of the store and follow. The man turns around the side of the building out of my sight. There's nothing on that side of the building. Just shrubs and dried grass and an empty lot with a gully on one side. I stop at the corner of the building and look around the edge.

The man is crouched next to a boulder at the edge of the gully. There is a thin woman sitting on the ground in front of him. Her clothes are worn from being outdoors often, sun-bleached and old. She coughs and holds out her hand. I hear the man say these will make her feel better. He says she really should go to the local shelter. She nods and thanks him, she will when she doesn't feel quite so sick. He hugs her.

I turn around. I walk back to the store, to the pharmacy. The pharmacist sees me, he asks what I saw. I tell him the man gave the medicine to his wife, just as he had said. I smile as I say it.

**Again, this is a work of fiction. I have never "tailed" a customer, nor am I advising it nor have I ever been asked to do it. Once a customer leaves our sight he is no longer our concern.**
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Oct. 22nd, 2013

More wierd dreams

Odd yet fun dream takes a twist.
Katie was back in town for some reason with Jason and was having his little birthday bash in the house across the street from me. I brought over his gifts that I had been going to send for Christmas and she, Laurie, myself and the rest of the group were having a fun time (Jason especially), when a guy randomly shows up that we all recognize as evil and after us. Our reaction? grab the closest club/pipe and run screaming at him/swinging pipe/club to get him out of there or injure him severely enough to "stop the threat." We attack until there is an opening and then try to flee, unsuccessfully, a few times, then I start throwing fire at him and that finally starts hitting him/slowing him down enough for us to beat the shit out of him.
I'm really enjoying these dreams. *grins evilly*

Oct. 14th, 2013

What did I eat last night? o.O

Last night's dream was a very strange mix, what of it I remember.
Mom and I were evading capture by driving a car through a dangerous, cliffy mountain pass, then we were in a building of some sort and went into a room that looked like a classroom from my gradeschool. From there we had to shimmy up an air vent. This then somehow turned into my climbing up it as the character Belle from Beauty and the Beast with Beast in his human form above me trying to get us out of what seemed like a minecraft mine shaft. He even placed a few blocks of dirt so he could climb further up to gather an opal block at the top of the shaft so we could climb past it and out. Once he leaped out I wiggled through the small opening and into a cafeteria/college classroom where the Big Bang Theory crew were and the Beast was now Leonard. Bernadette was being her competitive self (aka bitchy) and we were pretty sure it was some sort of allergic reaction to something in the room.
The only dialouge I actually remember was:
Bernadette: Ok lets move it cuz there ain't enough room in here for all of us!
Leonard: What are you talking about? We're the only ones here.
Bernadette: Not when the babies start showing up smartypants!
Oh yeah, there was plenty of room in the place and the rest of the crew thought it was some sort of daycare.

Oct. 13th, 2013


Ok, this is aimed at all my friends and those people who want to "hang out" with me.

I'm getting really tired of being asked to do stuff last minute. REALLY TIRED. I understand the spontaneous "Hey wanna do lunch today if you can?" I'm not talking about that kind of last minute. That's spontaneous and is offered with the air of a cointoss. I'm talking about someone saying "Hey, we should do something next weekend! You know, hang out, catch a movie, something!" And then when the agreed upon Saturday shows up I haven't heard anything from my friend about it other than "Oh you know, sometime Saturday afternoon I think" back on Wednesday.


If you want to hang out with me, plan an event with me, do something that involves me, think of me like your boss at work. You aren't going to go up to them an hour before your shift and say "Gee, last week I'd thought about going to the park for this festival today and I've finally decided I want to head over there now. Mind if I cut short?" Your boss would flip, or tell you flat out no.

How would you like it if I kept you sitting around your house all day waiting for a phone call from me about a holiday get-together we'd half-planned a month ago? BECAUSE THATS WHAT YOU DO TO ME.

PLEASE. Please don't keep doing this to me! It frustrates me and taints my enjoyment of the hangout when we do eventually get together.

*end rant* =(

Oct. 10th, 2013


Well my brain is all set for the weekend. Unfortunately I think it's set for next weekend which won't be of any help to me at all right now.
Next weekend, the 18-20 is when the McQueen Highschool craft fair is and my mom and I go to it every year as a tradition. We usually pick up a few things like honey and spice mixes, maybe a trinket or two (I got a handsome halloween wreath one year!) and just enjoy ourselves. Last year we got a pair of good thick hand towels for daddy. He came to my room one day late last month with one in hand and asked when the fair was so that we knew to get a few more towels. First time he had ever asked when the fair was!
The reason I'm fairly certain my brain is thinking about it was last night's dream. I was at a fairgrounds/carnival and it was mostly empty of people. There were a few lined up for the roller coaster and a few for the merry-go-round but not many. There were also a few booths with trinkets and "home-made" goodies with some people looking at them. I thought it was strange there should be so small a crowd until I remembered that it was only Thursday and the fair wouldn't be open until Friday afternoon. I didn't have much time to wonder what I was doing there Thursday before I woke up.

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