No be me I guess. Stole this from Kent’s Blog. I’m a little mystitfed how accurate it is. Actually it’s almost 100% dead on. Go test your own name here

What Preita Means

You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people. Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people’s problems. Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You’re always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can’t handle you. You’re very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you’re likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It’s easy to get you excited… which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don’t stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless – and you have a lot of questions about life. You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You’re most comfortable when you’re far away from home. You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. You are usually the best at everything … you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic “Type A” personality.

It’s another one of those days, man alive. But! Thankfully the lovely Miss Becky invited me to tuesday night knitting at the caffine capital. (Wouldn’t that be a great coffee shop name?!) I have a few things I need to work on, neither of which is Valpuri. I was going to try to push & get it finished for this weekend but that just isn’t about to happen. I had to lengthen both sides of the front of the sweater, pull out the bind off edge for the back, pick the stitches back up & start knitting 4 more inches. Nice huh? Obviously my row count wasn’t what the lovely folks at Berroco was. :O Never is. But I have more than enough yarn so I’m good. Can I tell you, I love me some Brown Sheep Lamb’s Pride? Yum.

No matter what I have done in a certain situation this is my out come.

Tomorrow I have a hair appointment. Someone’s going to finally realize that I’m not ever going to be a long hair person & chop it all off again. Why do I try to grow my hair out? Long hair will never be my style. So yeah, Hopefully all will go well. Newish stylist to me (though he’s the owner of the salon). Had to go with someone new as my regular stylist is queen of the poof. I am no poofer.

In our lives there are people who directly or indirectly, consciously, or unconsciously change, mould, shape, and touch our lives. Sometimes these are soft as lovers caresses, sometimes they are slaps across the face, and sometimes they are punches in the (metiphorical) nuts.

I had such grand hopes and dreams for 2008. How this would be the anit-2007, how everything would be diffrent and better and more in control. How I wouldn’t let things bother me and how I would live with out fear. But life, like so many things we mere mortals can not control, doesn’t always recognize our wants, thoughts, or ambitions.  Life is like the sea, you are swept up in it, engolfed in it, and thrown on which ever beach it chooses. If it chooses to land you on a beach at all.

My father was incredibly sick in December of 2006. The doctors all seem amazed that he was still living when he came to them as they all stated to him (very caringly I’m sure) that he should have “stroked out” or his “heart should have exploded long ago”. Lovely. They never found out what was wrong with him. Of course all this came as a suprise to him as his original ailment was constipation.  After draining a liter of fluid out of his right lung, spinal taps, blood tests (or as my dad says, “feeding the vampires”) and many other what nots, nothing could ever be found to be the cause.  Randomly they did find a tumor (which turned out later to be two, or else another one grew since?) on his adrenal gland.

Today as regular screening  his doctor informed him that they were going to schedual him for a full body PET scan and surgery to remove the tumors. Now, not 3 months ago they told him that the tumors were nothing to worry about and weren’t growing so I’m wondering what he didn’t tell me as they must be removed soon.  Also, they are going to check the scan for lung cancer.

What with my grandmother slowly fading from this plain of existence I don’t know that I can deal with my dad being sick again. I feel like throwing myself a pity party, but honestly, I’m not the only one bad things happen to, and to be completely frank, many more people have it worse than I could ever imagine.

Times like this you have to remember that you are not being singled out, but rather these are the hills and valleys that is life, we can not only have the good, but must experience from time to time the painful. We must not only remember that we are not entitled to anymore than we work for with our own blood sweat and tears, but also that sometimes, no matter how hard we work, it just might not happened as we desire anyways.

I will not say that there is a reason for this beyond the basic chaos that is the universe, I do not believe in any higher being who plays puppet master in our lives.  I have often said that if there really was a high power who actually played an active role in determining the lives of everyone on the planet that it would have to be one sick fuck. Enough said.