What? Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, of course ;) I got to see it this afternoon. It was good fun and the actors were great! I was a big fan of the books and was a bit nervous about how the latest movie would turn out - visually it was quite good, my favorite bits were in there, Sam Rockwell was an appropriately outrageous Zaphod, and I still giggle at the name "Slartibartfast".
Equally fun was the crowd-watching. There were only 3 women in the audience, most were older males. It appeared that a group of 50-something guys went together... a fact that wasn't immediately obvious because of the "guy rule" that says men can't sit near each other in a theater. That always makes me giggle.
Anyway, I came out of the theater slightly disappointed - it didn't make my nipples as hard as I would've liked, but it was still good. I'd see it again!
I'm suddenly envisioning a new movie rating system, measured in nippleage. I'll have to work on that...
I give it 3 nips up! _________________________ _______ Next day - I may even go see it again today, it struck a soft spot in my heart :) I amused myself this morning - a reviewer was saying the film was over the top and scattered. I was enraged! "For Pete's Sake, did you not READ THE BOOK?" I'm shouting at the tv! That was the beauty of the whole thing, for crying out loud. Yes, I need to see this movie again. FOUR nips up!
This is a very important lesson - one that I still wrestle with. The following is taken from Amazon.com description of the book "He's Just Not That Into You."
For ages women have come together over coffee, cocktails, or late-night phone chats to analyze the puzzling behavior of men.
He's afraid to get hurt again. Maybe he doesn't want to ruin the friendship. Maybe he's intimidated by me. He just got out of a relationship.
Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo are here to say that -- despite good intentions -- you're wasting your time. Men are not complicated, although they'd like you to think they are. And there are no mixed messages.
The truth may be He's just not that into you.
Unfortunately guys are too terrified to ever directly tell a woman, "You're not the one." But their actions absolutely show how they feel.
He's Just Not That Into You -- based on a popular episode of Sex and the City -- educates otherwise smart women on how to tell when a guy just doesn't like them enough, so they can stop wasting time making excuses for a dead-end relationship.
You already know I'm largely a geek, right? Well, I was watching Science Channel one night (oh trust me, it gets geekier) and there was a program called "Hot Rocks" on. I thought I'd try it out for a bit whilst continuing to surf the online TV guide.
Scratch that. I'm now an avid watcher of this programme (it's from BBC, have to spell it that way). It's about how geology influenced the shape of civilisation (again, BBC so Brit-spelling). No, seriously, it's quite interesting! And it doesn't hurt that a complete HUNK of a man, Dr. Iain Stewart, is the host. Yep, he's Scottish. Sal---ute!
Oh, the title of this post? I did some googling and sent an email to what I thought might be his address, and the darling man wrote me back! Swoon! Why the hell wasn't MY Geology prof this hot!?
I fell asleep last night as I was putting Katie to sleep (my apologies to anyone I was IM'ing at the time!) and woke up around 1:30 a.m. to the oddest dream.
Katie and I were in a house.. or cabin... but it wasn't ours, like a vacation place? And there was a long green snake with stripes slithering on the floor toward us.. and it was straight. (Why I remember THAT I don't know). I wasn't afraid of it, I didn't feel fear - but I was insistant on protecting Katie from it, so I'd pick her up and move to another room, but it would follow us. I remember not being able to get out of the house in order to get help from the "landlord"/keeper/whomeve r. Then I woke up.
I went online to look up dream interpretations. Snakes are often the symbol of a life transition - so that made sense. I (think?) read something on a blog that upset me and apparently dreamed that I tmailed JT about it. ?!?! Perhaps a sign of addiction to tblog?!
Then I dreamed that a coworker and I were in the balcony of a big opera house or theate r. There was a politician speaking downstairs and we were jabbering in the balcony, then we hugged, and then we were roaming the halls and making fun of the politician and I woke up.
I think the last one weirded me out more than the others! WTF?!
Please oh please oh please leave one of these under my tree this year.
To avoid the Christmas rush, you may drop him by at any time.
Who is it? Are you kidding? Only the sexiest man to come from Glasgow, Scotland in my WHOLE LIFETIME... Gerard Butler. Swoon! http://www.gerardbutler.net <- for all your drooling pleasure>
Trekguy talking about kissing his gf on the back of the neck got me all fidgety! The back and side of the neck are wonderful sweet spots for me.
But kiss me on the back of the thigh and you're likely to get kicked - that's highly ticklish and not in the "ooh this is fun and will work for you" way, but in the "I must kill you and squash any thought of pleasure from your head(s) now" kind of way.
Rinna's recent post (click this link or her B-Spot in my links, she'll LOVE it) reminded me of this tale...
Years ago, my high school best friend and her new hubby dropped by for a visit. They were an adorable couple, both about 5'4", and deliriously funny people. They lived near Baltimore. He was a New York City person of Jewish persuasion (something about not being totally convinced!) but possessing a wonderful dry sense of humor. With the distance, we hardly ever got to see each other and when we did "reunion", bags of M&Ms were consumed and much hilarity ensued. They relayed this little snippet:
They were renting a Cape Cod style house and Annie was tending flowers and refilling bird feeders - being all domestic, I teased. Keep in mind the height factor - she was trying to reach a feeder that was quite high, so she climbed a nearby fence and stretched to reach when she lost her balance. There she was, suspended in air, her feet on the fence and her hands on a tree branch.
Her husband looked out the kitchen window, saw her hanging there, and went about his business. She said she waited a few minutes before calling hesitantly, in an Aunt Bea-like voice, "Andrew? Could you come here for a minute?"
As they told the story, she was choking with laughter and he was shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders. He admitted he had seen her but figured it was just "a West Virginia thing" since she wasn't seeming to struggle or call for help. From this "big city" guy, with his droll expression and quick shrug of shoulders, I dissolved into tears of laughter. It's become a catch phrase that has lasted 3 divorces and nearly 2 decades.
Judy stopped by this afternoon. We drove up to the nearby Hustler store and shopped for toys. They have a lingerie section so we asked if there was a changing room so we could try them on. When they said no, we just stripped right there in the store. We were prancing around, having a good time, when the cops showed up and gave us sparkly silver bracelets to wear. We just got released.
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Judy stopped by this afternoon. We went to our favorite deli for lunch then spent a couple hours at the half-priced bookstore. We each spent $22 and then she brought me home so I could take a nap.
My brain hurts! And I need to locate the OFF switch - or start drinking or something.
I woke up this morning at 5:30. I listened awhile to the rain and immediately started to panic. It's been raining all night! Severe weather warnings! What if the power goes out? I don't think the backup battery was ever replaced in the sump pump. It's 5:30 a.m. I can't just go out and get one now! Whatever shall I DO? Whatever shall I ... OH SHUT UP!
GAH! So here I am, 6 a.m., fully awake and annoyed at myself, watching lousy tv and .. did I mention annoyed with myself?
ANTISTHETIC! (and if you don't get the Monty Python Gumby references, SHAME on you)
I thought of you two guys the other day. I was in a restaurant with my daughter, aunt and cousin when a reunion came in and took the large banquet-style tables in the middle of the room. They were all males, about 70-80 years old. I heard these two guys talking and one says "Come, Fred, sit across from me so we can lie to each other." It cracked me up!
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I was reading Lindy's post about the anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing, where the smallest events had huge consequences that day. It reminded me of a post I made awhile back.
I was late for a church event. I was super stressed and doing my best to get out the door, but thing after thing kept stepping in the way and the last straw was I couldn't find my keys. I finally got down the road 15 minutes late and at the major intersection was a huge accident. They said it had happened 15 minutes earlier. Events like that make me think. If not for losing my keys, I could've been in that accident.
I try to remember that when something unforeseen pops up that makes me alter a plan... that maybe there is a very good reason. Even if there is nothing to it, it helps keep down the road rage :)
Four Vacations You've Taken: San Diego CA; Los Angeles CA; camping trips at the beach
Four songs that get stuck in your head frequently: any stupid Disney princess tune; Paula Abdul "Straight Up"; Heywood Banks "Wiper Blades";
Four Things You'd Like To Learn: to be a better judge of character; to not let people take advantage of me - unless I want them too ;) to play guitar; to speak Dutch
Four Beverages You Drink Frequently Diet Coke; Diet Cherry Coke; Milk
Four TV Shows That Were On When You Were A Kid (teen - I can't remember as a kid) Batman; Muppet Show; Baretta (I know, I'm sad, I had the hots for Robert back then); Happy Days
Four Things To do When You're Bored: watch tv; blog; clean something
Four things that never fail to cheer you up: my lovely daughter; Mont y Python; Rebelling - like only giving 3 answers to this stupid quiz
Whoever the wiseguy is who secretly replaced my sinuses with water hoses... may an elephant caress you with his toes. I've gone through two boxes of Puffs in the past 3 days. *drip* GAH!!!
I'm attending a training class via telephone/Netmeeting again. It's on a product I never EVER use yet I'm required to attend. The trainer sounds like a perky little aerobics instructor. Or a previous cheerleader. Alright? Okay! Now we click! Click the button! Oh dear lord let the torture end soon.
The door is done. The can said Royal Blue, but it came out more of a dark country blue (which I prefer). I kick butt. I stopped by Home Depot today and bought new paint brushes, paint thinner, paint, and disposable paint trays (4 small ones - I think 1 of them survived). Came home, taped off the door (BOTH SIDES this time), covered the beige carpet, tossed the cat into the garage, and off I went. The door is BLUE baby! I so rock!! I even got most of the tape back off after I was done! Woo hoo!
And it only took two trips to the hardware store - well, technically, I was too embarassed to go back so I went to a different one ;)
Doug came over while I was painting and amused Katie for awhile. He's decided to return to Indiana tomorrow for a month or two. He'll stop over in the morning and head on back to his parents'. I hope he can get the help he needs. I know he loves Katie but the best thing he could do for her is to take care of himself. Period. No ifs, buts, or laters. She needs a father, yes, but she needs a father who is well. It seems that his manic depression swings are wilder now than they've been in a long time. I've asked him to get help, time will tell. I wish him well.
I had a rogue earring Saturday. It's the french wire type and I'd lost the guard in the hotel room. It kept working its way out of my ear all day and finally at my aunt's house I noticed it was gone. I offered to leave her the other one so at least she'd have a matching set, but she said she'd send it to me when she found it. I went back to the hotel to change clothes and took off my bra to let the girls run free for a bit - and there was the earring!
A little while later I remembered and knew my aunt would think it was hilarious, so I called her and my cousin Debbie answered. I said "I have a message for your mother. Tell her I found my earring." "Mom, Sheryl found her earring... where are you, anyway?" "I'm driving ... I found it in my bra." My aunt quickly asks "Well what are you doing fiddling with your boobs while you're driving?!" I said airily, "Oh, I try to do that at least 3 or 4 times a day."
I started laughing so hard I nearly hit the car in front of me - which would've sucked, since it was my mom and another aunt that I was following.
I love my family. They're all so weird they make me feel normal!
It's been quiet on this blog for awhile, though much has been going on. Thursday my daughter and I left for West Virginia. My dad's side of the family was gathering to bury the ashes of my grandmother who passed away in January. Some drove 13 hours to be there, one a cousin I haven't seen in 20+ years. The burial was a private ceremony back in the mountains that I love so much, down in "coal country", where my father grew up. I fiercely love WV. It's the land of my parents, my grandparents, all the way back as far as I can trace. It does my heart such good to be standing on those hills. There, I'm Home.
Friday was a beautiful, warm Spring day. My dad and his sister, who hadn't been in that neck of the woods together for many years (she moved down south 52 years ago) watched as the funeral home director sealed the tiny box. I've never seen ashes interred before and didn't know what to expect, but it was a coffin-shaped box, about 15" long and 8" wide. It was so surreal - the remains of a person so spirited could be contained in a box so small. My mind wandered as did my eye, taking in the grandeur of those hills, mostly untouched for all those years, still rural and rugged and powerful - yet comforting. My dad and his sister stood silently - Dad simply said "50 years."
Their father was killed in December 1945. Dad was 15 and his sister 20. She had moved away to go to college. Dad was at home with his mother when there was a knock on the door. He heard her cry out and a thud as she collapsed on the floor. 50 years ago as children they had buried their father, now they - grandparents themselves - were burying their mother.
Saturday was the memorial service at the church. My grandmother was proud that both her son and my brother were ministers so they both led the service. Her faith was very important to her - she and my grandfather was very involved in their little church. For years, Grandmother was pianist for churches and hospital chapels. She played well into her 70s before her fingers stopped cooperating. She loved it when we came to visit and we could all attend church, squished into one pew, so she could hear us all sing together. As we stood in the sanctuary yesterday, I missed her. I haven't seen her in a very long time, but I missed her in that moment.
My brother asked people to stand and share memories of Grandmother, whether they thought they were proper for a worship service or not. Several stood and relayed stories from the 1930's and 40's, when they were teens trying to figure out life, facing death (many more men than my grandfather were killed in coal-related accidents). I learned that my grandparents' house was a focal point of their little town - it was THE place to hang out. That many of the other kids in the town considered it their 2nd home. We heard some funny stories, there were lots of grins and nods. As I looked around the room at their time-worn faces, I realized how much life had been lived by the people in the room. They had seen, faced, and conquered things that I've never had to. I was touched by how much knowledge, how many experiences, would fade with their passing. I wish I could absorb it all and pass it on.
I felt compelled to stand and say something. I wanted them to know that some of the woman they call Genevieve carries on. I proudly wore my pink shoes and more than one lady said "she would love those." I shared with them something that my grandmother said many years ago as we left the sanctuary one Sunday. She had especially liked the Pastor's message that day. "It gave me something to chew on." Something to chew on. She was a very intelligent woman, extremely well-read, even though she had dropped out of high school at 15 to elope. She loved to read, contemplate, and left notations in the margins of her books. I find that phrase coming into my mind more and more these days, as I contemplate my own life experiences and work out where I want to go next. Something to chew on, indeed.
It was a lovely weekend. I spent it with friends and family and surrounded by love and bonds of friendship that have survived life and death for well over 70 years. I am so grateful for my Grandmother, my Grandfather that I never knew, and all they have left us. I realized that I want my daughter and her friends to look back and think "I always loved going to Katie's house. We were always welcome and her mom was so easy to talk to, she always listened to what we had to say." I think if I can provide Katie that kind of shelter and environment, then my own life will have been one that Grandmother would be proud of.
My whacky out-laws keep their cat in the shower stall most of the time. Yes, the shower. I know, boggles the mind (and I'll never shower there again). So I suggested - since they seem to have made this a fairly permanent arrangement - that they rename the cat "Loofah".
LOL, you should see my hand covered in primer. What was it Steve called me? Oh yes, Bobbette Vila! ROFL!
First, I lightly sanded the door to get the rust off and smooth the flakey parts. Then I took a damp rag with a bit of bleach water and wiped down the door to make sure the surface was clean. Sounds good so far, doesn't it! I looked down - the rag is the color of the paint! Think the paint was a bit oxidized?! :shock: I taped off the glass, the door knob, the lock, and started to paint the primer on the door. I stopped when I realized... um... the door also comes into contact with the DOOR FRAME, so I taped it off too. Ok, ready!
I looked down, and my little helper had already started painting the bottom section of the door... splots of primer all over the deck - whoops, guess a drop cloth would've been nice. So I distract her with another job and go back to painting... la la la la... well lets try OPENING the door so I get all of it, not leave a burgundy stripe around the edge... Hmm, a drop cloth over the carpet would probably be a good idea, too.
Ta dum! Done with the primer, now the door is propped open to dry, K is under STRICT orders not to touch it. I'll let it dry and if there's enough light, maybe even get a coat of paint on it tonight - if not, maybe in the morning. *
Oh - somewhere in the middle, the cat got out. Which is semi-ok as long as he doesn't run off. He explored our yard, then the neighbor, THEN took off. Cat-chase commenced, was successful, and cat dumped into the garage for the time being.
*assuming I can find the paint.
Oh, and some paint thinner might be nice so I can get this gray crap off my hand. And the brushes. :D
Ok, so I'm new at this. It's my house and I'll paint if I want to! Paint if I want to! Paint if I want to!
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_________________________ ____ Update - since I can't find the paint Doug bought to paint the door (blue), I guess it will stay primer gray over the weekend. My neighbors might as well get used to weird stuff, coz they're going to be stuck with me for awhile :)
While “Living Wills” have received much of the focus, the HCPOA may be more important. This is because a Living Will becomes effective only when the person becomes permanently unconscious or terminally ill and unable to communicate; while the HCPOA covers many more situations. It is also important to discuss your preferences with your family members and your physician.
Although you can complete these forms without professional advice, signatures must be notarized or witnessed by two unrelated persons. Your own attorney or a local hospice might also provide help.
Holy MOTHER I've spent a boatload of money this week. My air conditioning works again! Yay! Katie is SO cute - shame she's singing along with the demonic Barney DVD "Frank Burns Eats Worms" remains my favorite all-time tv line My living room looks 100x better than usual. Yay me! Hey Doug - if you're going to take my clothes out of the dryer to do your own laundry, you COULD fold them for me... mutter mutter.. see if I fold any of HIS clothes again ;) Holey MOTHER of PETE I'm sleepy. Hope there is a prayer of getting mighty-mite to bed early. How can such a tiny cat sound like a herd of elephants? I wonder if I click my heels together 3x if a glass of lemonade would magically appear next to me. click click click nope. I'm going to paint my back door soon (since it's rusting, something needs to be done). I've never painted anything in my life except for a bookcase and I did a crappy job. This should be interesting. I KNOW I'm tired when I'm too lazy to get up and get some chocolate to nibble. Speaking of nipples, Katie seems fascinated with mine. She called them the "baby's drinking spot" earlier. Oh my. Come to think of it, a lot of people seem fascinated with nipples. Hmmm. I've said it before, but lunch today proved it - El Rancho Grande has the BEST salsa on the planet. NUM! I'm going to pass out now. Did I mention I'm kicking ass getting things organized? A small child can undo orderliness in a heartbeat. Baby steps to a clean house! I'm 42 and I still love eating raw cookie dough. Tollhouse cookies? Who needs cookies?
I'm heading to WV Thursday. I'm so excited to see my mountains, my family, friends... and so sad for the reason for the trip. We'll be burying my grandmother's ashes Friday afternoon and having a memorial service on Saturday.
I was asked to write the obituary - probably because I was adamant that it be a "good" one. As an amateur genealogist, I groan outwardly when I finally discover that elusive ancestor's obituary and it says something like "So and so died. He's survived by some kin." AAAHHH!
So I was asked to write Grandmother's obituary. The basics, I know. Where she was born, when she died, surviving family members. But I wanted to say something about her life, too. Where she worked, the churches she belonged to... then it occured to me - she was a pianist. Seems like Dad said his mother played piano for their church but I wasn't sure. So I had to ask my Dad and his sister for some details.
I spoke to my brother about it, too. Grandmother was intensely proud that her son and her grandson both became ministers. She asked that they both lead the memorial service. As my brother and I revealed - it seems so odd that 2 people such as us, so involved in the "ritual", probably know the least about the woman that was our Grandmother. The people that will be coming to the service were her friends all her adult life. I've met a few of them, but never all at once like this. One of the ladies invited the family to her house for lunch afterwards. I'm looking forward to hearing these old friends reliving memories and showing us a side of Grandmother that we didn't know. We got the "I'm a Proper Grandmother" side - they were the ones taking part in all those shenanigans that she didn't WANT us to know about. But there have been enough nudges and winks to let us know all wasn't what it seemed :)
Grandmother had a lot of sparkle and zing to her. So the dress I chose for the service is mostly black, but with a splash of hot pink. I went out today to look for black shoes to match and settled on something else. HOT PINK shoes that match the trim. She'd love it :)
I hope she's up there, dancing in her favorite shoes with the little wheel on the side.
Do I choose to breathe, or do I choose to be brain-dead for the rest of the day? Benadryl is about the only thing that works for me, but man does it zonk me out.
Things feel normal, though the routines are all new. Katie and I ran around doing errands yesterday, then worked out in the yard for awhile. A neighbor came over that's not visited before with her daughter, about K's age, and the girls went inside to play while the mom and I talked. It was so nice! I've lived across the street from them for 2.5 years now and had no idea the daughter had arthritis. We talked a lot about that, and she said if K and I ever need anything, she and her husband are just across the street. Nice!
Then today our favorite babysitter picked K up at 11 and took her to the park, ran her ragged! I got in a nice nap (ahhhh!), did some laundry and other piddly stuff. K came back all hot and sweaty and VERY happy. Then Doug came by and swooped her off to the aquarium. She seemed really happy to see him today. Yesterday was the "reunion" and she looked very uncomfortable. We had another talk last night and that though things are changing again, she's working it through pretty well. We'll get the hang of this.
So now I have the house to myself for a few hours. Do I go to the store and get primer, paint, tape to do the back door? Do I do the other 2 loads of laundry? Or do I kick up my feet and watch NASCAR and check for light leaks? I better check for light leaks, those things can be dangerous. Here's what you do... find a comfortable reclining position and close your eyelids. Check to see if any light comes in around the edges. You might have to hold your eyes closed for a long time to do a thorough test ;) zzzzzzzzzz....
Katie has an ear infection and her ear was bothering her a lot yesterday. Along with her medicines, I gave her a little angel pin to wear on her dress to remind her that someone is looking after her.
When I picked her up at daycare, that was the first thing she talked about. "Everybody loved my angel pin, Mommy. I wear it to remind me about God." Hmm, i thought, interesting that she would connect those together. As I buckled her in her carseat she asked, "Where is God?"
As the daughter of a minister, I've heard a lot of discussion around that, but she's not-quite four, so I said "God lives in heaven, but he is everywhere and watches over us all the time. We can't see him, but he's there. We see it when people are loving and kind to each other, that's God working."
Then she said "I asked God to bring Daddy home." Quiet. "Why isn't Daddy home yet?"
"As a matter of fact, honey, he is driving back across the country right now, to visit with you for a bit and find a place to live nearby so he can see you more often. These things just take a little time, we need to be patient, ok?"
Then she went on to talk about her day and that was that. She's very quiet about the divorce, but her brain is obviously working it through. bless her sweet little heart.
Visited the attorney, handed in my homework. The process of filing for divorce is nearly as fun as buying a house, only YOU get to put together most of the numbers. How do you spend per month on food? gas? car insurance? rent/mortgage? property taxes? utilities? school? daycare? children clothes? your clothes? lightbulbs? ACK! Anywhoo, that's all done and the papers were filed with the court today. Now we wait 30 days (damn rules) and in May or so, it's final.
The lawn-dude came yesterday, the yard looks awesome - everything trimmed and tidy! Now I'll clean up the flower beds and be ROCKIN.
The cleaning crew came today and made it through the first layer of muck. Everything smells SO good and is sparkly! As I'd hoped, now I'm inspired to declutter more and more and more! Eventually the house will be under control again. Funny how little I want to hang on to the memorabilia that used to be SO important to me. Priorities change, I guess!
Last night the weather was gorgeous, K and I went outside and played for hours. The neighbor kids were out and we had a great time. She's getting so big... sniffle.
OH OH OH! That's the other "big" news! She's 31 lbs (FINALLY broke 30!!) and 39" tall. In other words, she's finally the size of a 3 year old - just as she's about to turn 4 :) My little peanut.
Things are just be-bopping along ! When the red red robin come bob bob bobbin along! along! EVERYBODY NOW! When the red red robin...
Yes, I'm bouncy and annoying the crankier people around me. Deal with it.
A quick aside. If you walk into a Radio Shack and ask for contact cleanser because you're trying to recover a laptop keyboard.. and they hand you a can of spray that says "safe for keyboards"... RUN.
They're lying.
Pieces of plastic FLYING off the keyboard, keys RISING BY THEMSELVES - I kid you not - it sounded like popcorn - POP! POP! well, it is certainly not working now.
Can of acid: $11 Replacement keyboard $69.99 + shipping
I read an article on CNN yesterday that the ghost of Princess Diana is rumored (rumoured, for our Brit friends) to be mischeviously causing problems for the wedding service of Prince Charles and Camilla. They've apparently had to change venues at least once and now the day.
Since the latest "glitch" was to postpone the ceremony so that Charles could attend the Pope's funeral... well doesn't that sound like they're accusing Princess Diana of killing the Pope?
I went to sleep late last night - dunno if it's still the time change or what, but it was close to 2 before I fell asleep.
4:30 a.m. I'm WIDE AWAKE! :shock: I MUST TIDY UP. So I clean off my dresser, put away 2 baskets of clean laundry, take the clothes that are too small to a storage spot, put the empty luggage back where it belongs... then I moved downstairs and started moving furniture. Around 5:30 or so I thought I'd take my shower and get an early start on the day... then at 6 I laid down...
Whoops! Wake up close to 7:30 and I'm supposed to leave by 8:10. K and I zoom around like nutjobs and get out the door by 8:15, I get her to daycare and me to work where I had REAL TASKS to do until 10:30 a.m. and now... THONK. I wanna put my head on the desk and sleep the rest of the day. Two cups of tea later and I feel no more alert.
When exactly DID I lose my mind? Has anyone seen it? If so, could you mail it back to me? Thanks.
Bob, company laptop guru extraordinaire, has narrowed the problem down to the following keys: WET IOJK. If you notice, that quite nearly spells WET JOKE. I'm not amused!
He's working some more magic with contact cleaner and compressed air - but if that can't be resolved, a new part is only $70 mail order and Bob said he could pop it in, no problem.
YAY BOB!!! Can He Fix It?!?! Yes He Can !!
PS - Unlike Nullfactor's moochers, *I* reimburse people that help me with my personal computers ;)
For your entertainment, I shall paste in an IM conversation I had with my pal C, a computer/laptop expert in Texas. I'd been chatting with him about the laptop episode (previous blog) and that I'd found a repair center an hours drive from here - none of this is covered by warranty, of course. And I might add - C and I usually have 2-3 simultaneous convers ations. Multi-tasking!   ;
Sheryl says: but first, I'll try blowing it out a bit better with compressed air and see if it'll self-heal - Windows XP is supposed to be so damned smart.. ;) C says: FYI .. cold H2O on hot connector causes contraction .. cable may just be disconnected .. check the manual or online knowledge base to see how to remove kb. may just be a loose connection.
Sheryl says: hello, back from lunch C says: Hi. Sheryl says: I decided to stop before I turn into an article to one of those rant-against-users pages :shock: C says: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7328162/" title="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7328162/" target="_blank"http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7... Sheryl says: rightfully, it's the peanut kind. what a shame - I like dark chocolate better. Guess that makes me a Sister Sith? C says: They have a dark chocolate and a dark chocolate with Peanut. Red M&M is cute as Darth Maul. Sheryl says: that is hilarious Sheryl says: Sister Sithy Sitting on a Thistle Sheryl says: well, I went to Radio Shack and got a can of compressed air Sheryl says: Sales dude suggested I take out as much as possible (see any red lights flashing?) before using it, so I don't just push water around onto working parts Sheryl says: so I got me a little set of tiny screwdrivers - oh so cute! Sheryl says: (shaking your head yet?) Sheryl says: I get back to the office, de-staticify myself (it's a word, look it up) and promptly drop the first screw. Sheryl says: Did I mention our carpet is this new, dark, multicolor stuff? Stuff that hides things real well? Like, tiny screws? :? After a 10 minute search, I FINALLY recovered said screw, set it down and walked away. C says: http://www.allmagnetics.com/hardware/handle.htm" title="http://www.allmagnetics.com/hardware/handle.htm" target="_blank"http://www.allmagnetics.com/h... (and then sticks his tongue out at me) (and I call him a smartass) Sheryl says: There are REASONS why I refuse to touch the inside of a computer. 1) I don't know WTF I'm doing 2) I don't WANT to C says: Good reasons .. most people ignore the 1st one. (...) Sheryl says: Hey, I drive a car but don't know how to rebuild the engine, I see no difference. Great. Now I want M&Ms. C says: Mixed in some ColdStone Cake Batter Ice Cream with Hot Fudge Sauce? Sheryl says: oooo YES! YES YE S YES! C says: Then go forth and make it so. ROAD TRIP!!!
Road trip, indeed - guess a trip up to the repair center is needed after all. I could drive there for $8 of gasoline or pay $50 to ship it. I think I'll go for a drive!
My dearest, darlingest daughter chose to pour water into my laptop last night (grrrrr) and it didn't feel so well when I woke it up this morning. I'll be taking it to the "computer doctor" today.
I still have the old tank of a computer in the basement, but don't use it much because... well, if you could see my basement, you would understand. So chat will be limited and no web cam for awhile... Wahh! ;)
Ok, it's been a good thing, because we've been little cleaning machines this morning. What is it about having a maid service coming? It seems to drive me to clean the house even more than I normally would. I've witnessed the same phenomena in the past with other females in my family. Hmm. That could mean we're all equally crazy ;) Nah, must be another ones of those signs of intelligence i keep blaming -- err, crediting -- my other idiosyncrasies on. :)
I think I'll take Kate-ster out for awhile to enjoy some sun and dust-free air. Oh, and to the computer doctor. Doctor, can it be saved?!?!?!
You all be good!
Sheryl (un-wire-less)
Other casualties today: the DVD player got a drink, as well, and lemondae (menonade) was soaked into my chair. Someone is apparently testing all the boundaries today and we had a little "talk". :?
Bah, humbug. This would be considered blasphemy in my brother's home, but I really hate basketball. All I hear are the squeak squeak squeaky shoes and it makes my skin crawl.
In contrast - my sister-in-law will not be moving away from a tv until the tournament is over. I believe her blood is Carolina blue and nothing will deter her from watching her beloved UNC.
They live in Louisville, KY, where University of Louisville basketball fever is rampant. The whole town turns red (school color) during sports season. Lexington KY is only an hour or so away and UK basketball fans are a perverse breed unto themselves - their blood runs royal blue. I know several people with rooms of their homes dedicated to their teams, this is NO small matter.
The rivalry is sharp. As strong if not stronger than any political division. In fact, my brother was at a seminar for pastors of small churches not long after the Presidential election and the question came up "Is your church divided red and blue?" My brother raised his hand. They followed up, "so the congregation is highly political, then?" Rob said "Oh no, I thought you mean UK vs. U of L" ;)
So - umm... good luck to the teams and thankfully it'll be over soon ;)