4/14

I gave Flickr some love today and found an easy way to post pictures to my blog. Some folks had asked me for a picture/more information about S. so I stole a couple pictures from his myspace website. He works as a warehouse manager in the east Houston area. That might not sound too exciting, or down right boring to those not interested in warehousing, but I was excited when he first told me what he did. You see, I work in a warehouse. My office looks over the product recovery area, where salvaged food product come down the conveyor belts and are sorted into categories by volunteers, who may or may not be Texas Department of Criminal Justice Inmates. Let me tell you, nothing says, "Monday morning" like watching a group of thirty inmates tackle 20 pallets of salvaged food. The program with the TDCJ guys is really amazing; they volunteer to come here and earn a warehouseman certificate so they can get a job when they are released. Usually my organization hires them, at least temporarily.

Anyways, S. and I talk about warehousing quite a bit. Sometimes he forgets that I know more about pallet jacks, fork lifts, and dry storage than the average 25 year-old woman. I occasionally have to remind him that my warehouse has a bigger distribution dock than his warehouse and I'll get into a pissing contest with him if that will help solidify my credibility as being "down with warehousing". It's nice that he has some concept of some of the programs I'm trying to fund in our warehouse and for our agencies.

Onto Myspace, however....I think that other bloggers share similar feelings as I do - when people ask if I'm on Friendster or Myspace. I'm like, "No. I've already got one website. How many more do I need?" Of course if I was really serious about blogging, I would set up my own domain name and go to town, but I'm not ready for that kind of commitment yet. I do regret choosing a url that focused on being pregnant, especially since I'm not pregnant now. Not a whole lot that I can do about it now, however.

Friendster is something that, sooner or later, I might just have to join. It seems like EVERYONE I know has a Friendster page and they're always asking me to set one up, or join their Friendster network, and marvel in the connections between people that know other people that possible know people that I know. That's too much knowing in my book. I'm a bit reclusive if you haven't noticed. I like being annonymous on here and I like that if I ever got tired of publishing my random thoughts, I could quit. I already have too much guilt without having to worry about messing up anyone's network.

Edited: Forgot to give you all the update that I have another infection in my throat/ear and am back on a course of antibiotics. Also got on the Pill yesterday that is supposed give you one period every three months, "like that changing of the season"(!) I was worried that it was going to be more expensive than the regular Pill, but it was covered my insurance and cost $50 for three months. Hell, I'd pay $50 to not get my period every month. With the amount of cramping I have right now, I'd pay $50 for someone to take out my uterus once a month and put it back in with the whole, shedding-of-the-uterine lining thing was finished.

I did appreciate when the pharmicist kindly told me that taking antibiotics and birth control at the same time would decrease the effectiveness of my birth control. I looked at Zac, who sat in his stroller, chewing on my cell phone, and throwing Cheerios on the ground (he can multi-task!!). I smiled. I told the pharmicist that she was about eighteen months too late for that warning and walked out into the beautiful Texas afternoon.