COLGRAD

Driving dangerously to work this morning going through my morning ritual of make-up application during “the reds,” I noticed a peculiar license plate ‘COLGRAD.’ Why in the world would you need to announce no, wait, trumpet on the freeway that “Look out everybody! I’m a college Grad!” It strikes me as a bit ridiculous on several notes.

1. Whoooptee dooo; like that is some BIG accomplishment (enough to announce.) Are not most of our community-- Irvine/Tustin/Newport Beach – college grads?

2. What is wrong with this person to even feel the need to feel the need to PAY a large some of money to announce this fact?

Now really--It just seems silly enough that I’m now wondering if I misread the plate. Maybe they meant some sort of “col” gradient? I dunno.

It makes you wonder about the kind of people out there doesn’t it?

Clarification

It just occurred to me that my entry on blood plus picture with wig could quite possibly mis-inform people that I have some form of Cancer. I DO NOT HAVE CANCER (as far as I know)

Which undoubtedly calls for an Emi update: Last week my primary doc had called and said that he was waiting on one test but everything else was fine. So I being the assumption queen told everybody that everything was fine. It turns out that one test was off. I got blood taken out again last Friday, and they did something called a "blood time" test where they cut you and see how long it takes for you to stop bleeding (which it turns out--after much frusteration--can only be done at a hospital). So now I'm just waiting again...

On Bleeding

I’m beginning to believe that I’ve become impervious to needles. (Pun intended) As most of you know or perhaps did not know, I’ve been cut, stuck and drained quite regularly now and have gotten to the point where it’s become quite insipid—the act does not incite the “must run FAR far away” adrenaline rush it once had. Perhaps not a good thing? No matter.
Isn't it funny that I need to bleed to figure out why I’m bleeding?

The Creation

It all started with Doreen (my fellow culinary enthusiast) and my apparent surprising question--"What's a blog?" Which launched a series of??? as my brain navigated it's boxes barely breaking though it's paradigm(al?) walls. "So... it's not a website? So... it's postings but it isn't." And on and on it went.

And it continues... solution?


Why, blog of course!


So we shall see..