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Who are you?
Ethics are now a bad thing?
Exit Polling & Election Fraud
You’ll like this cuz it’s like that
2013 Gratitude
No more HATE
Wipe it Clean
Control yourself
Post Post Knee Surgery
Post Knee Surgery

Who are you?

Dear everyone in the universe who’s not already on my Facebook friends list:

I am an “open networker” – i.e., I’m happy to accept your friend request as long I can determine that you and I have a little something in common (an interest, an experience, a point of view, 1 or 2 degrees of separation, etc.). In order for that to happen, however, you must have some of your Facebook profile info set to “public.” If you’re all locked up and I can’t learn a thing about who you are, what you do, who you know, where you’re from, what you believe, etc…. all I can do is deny your request.

Thank you for your cooperation.

You’ll like this cuz it’s like that

I “liked” the Lowell George page on Facebook a little while ago.

I was then immediately bombarded with suggestions about other musical artists’ pages I might like to “like”… and, frankly, Facebook’s suggestion that I might appreciate the “The Band” page is rather annoying (almost as annoying as the music of The Band itself).

I adore Fiona Apple. However… in no universe and under no sun does that mean I’d also be enamored of Regina Spektor or Tori Amos. As a matter of fact, my top five favorite female vocalists have NOTHING in common — neither genre, style, quality, pitch, phrasing, nor vocal range.

I’ve been obsessing on Law & Order: Criminal Intent for well over a decade. But, unlike the folks out there who can’t seem to differentiate between well-penned procedurals with complex leads and formulaic drivel with cardboard characters, I do not have the slightest regard for Criminal Minds. Nor would I, even if it were the only thing on.

I won’t eat at a chain restaurant if given a choice… but don’t think that means I idolize Alice Waters or am impressed by trendy foodie establishments and their respective overpriced wine selections.

I rabidly support women’s reproductive rights and gurrrl power. It does not necessarily follow that I wish to ban guns or outlaw nuclear power. Or even that I’m offended by wolf whistles from construction workers.

Don’t box me in.

And while I’m at it, do not offer me poor man’s substitutes, figuring I won’t know the difference.

If I want butter, margarine just won’t do. And ground turkey will never ever cut the mustard (or the mayo, pickle, lettuce, and tomato).

The algorithms of retailers, lobbyists, and other commercial concerns (including Facebook) don’t work on me… and I find the expectation that they would highly insulting.

Don’t box me in.

I don’t vote straight ticket and my taste is my own.

And just because, in the limited imagination of many, A = B, it actually doesn’t… so please don’t ever assume you know what I like or would like/think/say/do about/in any situation or with regard to anything.

Unless you actually, ya know, KNOW.

And chances are, you don’t.

2013 Gratitude

My friend Annie Fraley asked her Facebook friends to post about things that made them happy in 2013. I appreciate this question because I always used to approach the end of each year with a “glad that’s over with” attitude, and now I’m just trying to be grateful for the good stuff. So even though 2013 presented me with many challenges, disappointments, frustrations, some health issues, and a near tragedy, I still think it was a great year. My 2013 highlights are as follows:

  • Got solar panels installed on our roof, which is good for the environment and has lowered our energy bill
  • Acquired a couple new professional clients
  • Attended the bat mitzvah of my youngest niece, Emma
  • Celebrated my dad’s 90th birthday
  • Celebrated the 16th anniversary of Peter‘s and my first date AND the 7th anniversary of our nuptials
  • Saw Fiona Apple perform live
  • Completely overhauled my personal website (which used to be bodacia.com, and is now this here bonniegoat.com blog)
  • Got our orange tabby middle child Lenny out of “jail” (i.e., 10-day quarantine after he accidentally bit me)
  • Got myself out of Facebook “jail” (don’t ask) and then started a new Facebook account
  • Had the best pedicure of my life, just a few weeks ago
  • Saw my dad recover from a serious fall/blow to the head (as much as a 90-year-old with Alzheimer’s can recover)
  • Kept myself reasonably physically fit throughout the year, considering my knee issue
  • Had knee surgery… and am recovering not as quickly as I’d like, but still fairly well at the 3-week mark
  • Had a “stray” cat in the neighborhood neutered because his owners are too irresponsible to have done it themselves
  • Took a day trip to Placer & Nevada Counties, with the highlight being a visit to Empire Mine State Historic Park
  • Started using a pretty decent new email client after nearly 20 years with Eudora (the last 5 years of which have been maddeningly frustrating)
  • Finally decided to switch cat litter brands because the one I’ve been using for years no longer holds the pee clumps together and it’s been impossible to keep the boxes clean (the cat people out there will understand the significance of this)
  • Gained a lot more confidence in myself
  • Decided to remove the word “hate” from my vocabulary
  • Just this week, made chicken soup for the first time in my life, and it turned out seriously yummy!

No more HATE

I’ve decided I no longer wish to use the word “hate.” It’s too strong of a negative sentiment, and the fact is I don’t really hate anyone (I don’t even truly hate the Koch Brothers, and they’re as evil as evil gets). And saying I hate a thing, like garlic for example, is just ridiculous. I dislike the effect that garlic has on my gastrointestinal tract, but I don’t HATE it. Please. So from now on, if you see me using that particular word, feel free to call me on it.

Wipe it Clean

“unable to create the temporary folder – Error 183 cannot create a file when that file already exists”

“An error occurred in the database”

“Initialization error”

“can not create temp folder archive”

This all started with a “keyboard error”… which led to a reboot… which led to an automatic Windows “repair” that warned me of restoring to a previous point… which led to Firefox, Chrome, Dropbox, and various other programs not opening… which led to me deleting said programs… which led to me attempting to download new versions of these programs, which apparently is a problem because my downloads folder doesn’t exist even though it does. I even tried to reinstall Chrome and Firefox from old downloads, and my computer just laughed its ass off at me.

I have restored ownership permissions to various temp and program folders (including the downloads folder) that apparently no longer belonged to me (*rolls eyes*), yet I still cannot install Firefox or Chrome. There are other problems as well, such as not being able to designate any “favorite” locations (i.e., shortcuts) in Windows Explorer — all of my previous ones are gone and, no, I do NOT want to put that shortcut on my desktop, thank you very much.


I’m guessing there are some corrupted registry files now, and that’s a bit beyond my comfort zone to address. Should I just wipe the HD and start over??  Yup, that’s what I’m gonna do.

Control yourself

This relates to my previous post about impulse control.  It has become tiresome to have to repeat it.  It’s also become tedious to be the brunt of name calling simply because I insist on respect for my personal boundaries.  But I do what I have to so, so here it is (again):

I do not enjoy being “poked” on Facebook. I consider poking to be exceptionally rude. It annoys me. It pisses me off.

So just don’t do it, okay?

Don’t poke me. Don’t allude to poking me. Don’t make jokes about pokes or poking me on my wall or in tags that bear my name. Most of all, don’t make excuses or try to justify any of the above. Just don’t do it.

If you can’t control your childish impulses and follow this one simple rule when visiting my Facebook profile, prepare to be dropped and blocked.

Post Post Knee Surgery

So my knee hardly hurts at all, but the rest of me… ugh. My jaw-throat-trachea are in spasms from the intubation. My abdomen is achy from coughing (also due to having been tubed). And my upper back muscles and triceps are hella sore from having to walk with crutches. But I don’t want to take any more Norco; that stuff makes me feel like a zombie.

Bitch, bitch, bitch…

I would totally buck up, though, if Boris would just come back.

Post Knee Surgery

I’m fine. The orthopedic surgeon was top notch. My knee hardly hurts at all, and I’m optimistic about a full recovery.

The Admitting and Nursing staff at Kaiser SF are pretty great, and everyone there was cordial to me.

That’s the good news.

The overall system/organization/scheduling at SF Kaiser Ambulatory Surgery Dept – AWFUL. 7-1/2 hours at the hospital for a 30-min procedure, with essentially no communication about the various delays. My poor husband! (Peter Jaramillo, you are so awesome for enduring it; I will make it up to you, I promise ).

My throat feels like they shoved a lead pipe down there rather than a narrow PVC tracheal tube; nice technique…not. I was coughing my lungs up all night.

The anesthesiology dept at Kaiser SF SUCKS; they do not listen to instruction (I was very clear about my needs – via email and verbal communication) and then try to trick you into believing they did what you say as if you’re an idiot. 2mg of versed doesn’t remotely cut it, and no fentanyl. Assholes. And then post-op, when the zofran wasn’t enough, they informed me that the entire (large urban, supposedly modern) hospital has run out of whatever intramuscular antiemetic they use. Seriously?? Trust me, I remember everything and will be lodging a complaint.

Yes, as you can see, I’m back to my feisty self already. 😉

Yup, I’m okay. LOL.

[P.S. The surgery dept at Kaiser Antioch is 20 bazillion times better than the one in SF. Heads up.]

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