Finally. This has been a long week.
For those of you keeping track, son Jon got 3rd in his race last night! Whoot! Nothing wrecked, nothing blew up. Ready for racing again tomorrow night.
It’s still hot. Humid. Iowa is now officially a tropical state.
Had a fun night last night. Em picked up Thai food on the way home from work and we packed up our ‘puters and went to Amanda’s place to eat and play WoW. (They’ve got fast i-net and can handle up to four players on their network.) Hadn’t played in awhile for any length of time, so it was a fun relaxing evening. Only wish it hadn’t been Thursday night so we could have stayed longer…
Today I only worked half a day then proceeded to spend the rest of the afternoon running errands. Sometimes I just feel like I go around and around spinning my wheels. Is it only me?
This weekend is my goal weekend to finish my bookwork. I think I can get it done, I’ve made great progress toward that goal and think I’ll get there. Would be nice if I got done a day early so I could actually do something fun the rest of the weekend…
A shout-out goes to a friend who is laid up and suffering from bed rest. He’s been told to stay off his feet for a couple of weeks (and has already been off them for a week) and he’s going stir crazy. I know he sneaks out to his computer and downloads e-mails and reads blogs… and I’ve heard a rumor he may be sneaking in some WoW time (bad, bad, bad) but for the most part he’s being good. He has a laptop and should be able to get i-net from his bed, but is having some technical difficulty. I keep telling him he needs to get that resolved – it would go a long ways toward aleviating some of the boredom, but so far he’s been procrastinating. Send good thoughts his way… he’s not a blogger, just a friend out there in the ozone…
Have a good weekend and stay cool people~~
No, I’m not talking crop circles… I’m talking about getting up this morning, looking in the mirror, and saying WTF?!?!? I have dark circles under my eyes. I look like Hubs clocked me in the night, but he didn’t. Honest. It is the weirdest thing and I am facinated in that train-wreck-can’t-stop-looking way.
First I have to explain. I am one of the whitest women on the planet. I don’t tan, ever. When I try the fake bake it’s just… bad. Hate to admit I’ve done that, but unfortunately I have pictures to prove it. I burn and peel and burn some more, or just go straight to the freckle stage. Over the years of envying my cousins’ ability to turn a deep golden brown with the help of Crisco, no less, (yes, just like fryin’ a chicken) I tried to do everything under the sun (bad pun) to get a tan. You name it, I tried it. I also tried to get that sun-kissed look to my mousy brown hair, but that’s another whole post.
Back to the circles. I don’t get them. I have been blessed with this fair skin that for some reason doesn’t get dark bags under the eyes! I even had my personal makeup artist at M.A.C. tell me so. Okay, he’s not my personal makeup artist, but he’s the closest thing I’m gonna get to one. Believe me, when they tell you that you don’t need a product, you’ll believe them when they say you don’t have the need, ’cause you just know they’ll sell you everything they can think of if they think you need it in the smallest way. Guys, you don’t get this, I realize, but trust me on this one.
So I wake up this morning with these dark purple shadows. Wow. Wondering what the heck I did during the night to bring this on? I went to sleep at 8 o’clock last night and slept all night long… I think I caught up a bit in the sleep department. Hmmm… maybe I slept on my face funny or something and cut off circulation to my head? Maybe I was so tired that Hubs did get me with an elbow… nah… he’d have to climb over the mountain of pillows I pile next to my side to get to me and I just can’t see him making such a concentrated effort. I didn’t even have Welling.ton there last night to give me a mark.
So, who knows what is up? Old age? Maybe it’s just the troll in me coming out… guess I better not start saying I’m a dinosaur. Who knows WHAT would happen!
(Had a lovely photo of a troll, but can’t get blogger to download it. Figures.)
That would be me. Feeling a bit down-in-the-dumps today. (You can skip the rest of this paragraph if you are a man or prefer not to hear about ‘female’ troubles.) That’s one of the problems with having all your female bits removed in your 30’s. You can’t look at the calendar anymore and chalk it up to “that time” of the month. I’m sure with all the trouble I had back then with my bits, that it is possible the pieces that remain are still stirring things up, but no precise way to tell. The doctor put me on estrogen awhile back thinking I might be starting to go through “the change”, but it didn’t seem to make one iota of difference after being on it for two months, so I said to heck with it and quit. No sense pumping extra crap in my system if it’s not doing anything.
So, here I sit. Feeling like the troll.
I talked to Hubs earlier this morning to see how much rain we got out of the evening and night-time thundershowers that rolled through. It sounded like a lot! It looked like a lot on radar every time I looked. Two tenths. Only two tenths. Further south of us they got two-to-five inches! Where we need it? Nope. Crap. He’s now in a pissy mood, that doesn’t help. His pissy moods tend to make my moods pissier.
My manager informs me at 11:30 today that there will be two tour busses coming to tour our plant. 80 people will be coming through to see what we do. Huh. This is a new one. So, we bust our butts cleaning the office and getting everything spiffy. Then he goes to lunch and I have to call him to come back when they arrive before he does. Luckily, the two groups took turns and waited for him to give them the tour, because as I told him if he tried to get me to be a guide I would suddenly get violently ill and have to go home. (Have I mentioned I’m anti-social?) I think they just left. Whew!
Updates: Jon got second in his heat race (good) but got 10th in the big race (he’s done better) and no blowups (terrific). I guess the other drivers were hot-dogging and acting stupid, so lots of wrecks and messing up. Sometimes the “special races” where there is extra money at stake brings out the worst in them. Hubs didn’t get home until late and although I tried to wait up for him, I fell asleep. When he did finally get home I didn’t even remember him calling to tell me how Jon did!
Em and I went to see “The Devil Wore Prada”. Eh. So-so. Kinda predictable. The only thing we couldn’t get over was how much Meryl Streep’s character reminded both of us of my mother-in-law. Scary. Truly.
I hope I get some sleep tonight. Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe I still need to win that lottery. I’d settle for some rain.
Yep. That’s pretty much how I feel. Dunno why. It keeps clouding up and looking like it’s going to rain, then doesn’t. That isn’t helping. Jon is racing tonight. Would be nice if it would rain, even if he gets rained out. The way things are going right now, it will rain where his race is (northern part of the state) and not rain here (central part of the state).
Didn’t do a darn thing last night except go the the grocery store (something I hate more and more the older I get) and water my flower gardens. Ended up sweaty and icky after that, so showered and got into my jammies before dinner. Had our first sweet corn of the year – that was delicious! Didn’t have much, as it’s not on the “approved” dietary list, but damnit! Fell asleep after dinner for about an hour, then woke up and watched TV for the rest of the evening. See? Excitement, I tell ya.
Up early to drop off the pups at the groomer before work. Picking up the shorn “kids” after work. Maybe if youngest daughter is up to it we’ll take in a movie. Or not. Shit. Don’t know if I can even drum up the energy. I hate when I get like this…
Except for making me suddenly have the Mamas and the Papas stuck in my head, I’m not sure what purpose that title serves. Except. It is Monday. Go figure. These are the other things currently bouncing around in my head – besides 70’s folk tunes.
Jon raced Saturday night and didn’t blow up! Whoot! That’ s only part of the good news… he also came in second place! ‘Bout time!
MIL actually had something better to do and didn’t go to the races on Saturday. Needless to say Hubs was like a little kid released from detention an hour early. Only wish we could convince MIL she’s a jinx or somethin’ so she’d let him go alone more often…
Along those lines, the three day special race we went to last year that I talked about extensively … uh… last year… Well, we’re thinking about going again next month. Taking the RV. Camping. I wonder if we can slip MIL a sleeping potion so she just misses the whole thing? Probably not. Damn.
Another restaurant has taken my favorite thing away from me. Much like our favorite Mexican restaurant totally changed their and made it impossible for me to eat there again, now my favorite food of all time at Cheddars has been made inedible. Why? Why did they do this to me? Why the FUCK can’t they leave things alone? Sorry. It had to come out. Yesterday I went to lunch and ordered my favorite spasana with alfredo sauce. I hadn’t had it for awhile and was craving all it’s creamy goodness. Yes, it is something I’m not supposed to have. Maybe that’s why it is now so spicy I can’t eat it? Who makes alfredo sauce spicy, for god’s sake? I thought that was the idea of alfredo sauce… creamy…mild… Sooo… daughter (who agreed it had a tang to it) ate mine and I ate her sandwich and when the crabby
bitch waitress came back I asked her if they’d changed the recipe. “No, and let me get the manager for you”, she replied. I didn’t want the manager, damnit. Oh, well, here he comes. “You know, some people think it’s spicy and some people don’t. Sometimes I’ve eaten it and it seems spicy and sometimes it isn’t. Even when it’s been made by the same cook! But, no, we’ve not changed the recipe.” Huh. We’ll that’s just weird then, because I’ve eaten here dozens of times and I’ve NEVER seen this red spice in my sauce… I don’t know if it’s chili powder or cayenne (what I suspect) or what, but it’s never. been. there. before. I would know. If this is the way you think this is supposed to be, Mr. Manager, then I won’t be eating it again…
Wishing I didn’t have to rant and rave to get 11 comments… (Agriculture post). Does this mean you don’t think I warrent a comment more often and you are lurkers, or are you just people who comment on substance and basically I have no substance? Maybe if I talked about sex with donkeys or cannablism or something then I would get more traffic… ?
Saturday turned out to be a fun day spent with Amanda. I spent the morning being responsible and doing housework, etc., then ran off to play World of Warcraft with her. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed the people I play with. I’ve got to get this other crap done so I can go back to playing! Why didn’t they have this when I was a kid?
Okay, all for the moment. I’m sure more will come as the day progresses…
More than one post today. Aren’t YOU the lucky ones!
I’m just curious… how do you respond to your readers? When people comment do you answer them in your own comments, do you e-mail them, comment on their sites, or address it in another post. I’m just not sure what is the general concessus on this and sometimes I feel I should be doing a better job of responding to you all. I DO read each and every comment and some do deserve a response!
Along the same lines, how do you know if someone comments on your blog from an earlier post? Do you have an e-mail sent to you or do you use something else. I’ve never gotten “into” some of the extra programs I think you can use to do this stuff… Hey! I’ve only been here a couple of years! Give me a break… 🙂
Jon raced again last night.
Someone spun out in front of him and he couldn’t miss them. There goes a rocker arm and who-knows-what-else. The motor didn’t blow up, tho’!! (No, I don’t know if he raced long enough to even be able to tell if it was going to hold together or not.)
There’s always Saturday night…
I admit it. I’m not as patient with my parents and mother-in-law as I should be. It isn’t that I don’t love them, I do. We’ve gotten to the “I’m the parent, you’re the kid” stage and it’s a little bit heartbreaking. These bright, vibrant people are starting to have all their quirks show up in the worst ways.
A few days ago my mother called to let me know they had gotten an offer on their property in Arkansas (where the house burned down). The real estate agent from down there is also a friend of theirs and happened to be in California visiting her children. She had e-mailed an attachment to my parents with the offer. Mom was frustrated because she couldn’t get the e-mail to appear, it was being blocked by McAfee spamkiller.
First thing you need to know is this: My mother should not be allowed to be around any technology. Ever. Yes, she worked with computers once-upon-a-time. PC’s that were first born without a mouse. She is the one who thought you just held the mouse and did things and stuff moved on the computer – she didn’t know you had to actually move the mouse.
So I called the real estate agent and had her e-mail the information to me. It came in fine, in a *.pdf format and I printed it and took it to my parents that same night. (They now live 40 minutes away instead of 9+ hours away. Oh. Yea.) They were thrilled, did what they needed to, and went to their public library to fax the info back to the agent. All was well in the world.
Until last night.
(Did I mention that I found the document in my mom’s e-mail and showed her how to get into the spamkiller and find things that were blocked and release them? Of course I wrote down the instructions. I always do.)
Last night as I settled in for a relaxing night of … whatever… the phone rings. My mother has received more information from the real estate agent and they are to read stuff, fill it out, sign it and send it back. She can’t get it to come up in a size that isn’t printing on four pages. It’s huge. We talk. This time they must have scanned in the documents and sent each one as a *.jpg. Greeeaaat… change the format on my mother. Just what she needs.
Being 40 miles away and not having her computer programs memorized, I begin trying to walk her through various ones to try and bring in the pictures to print from them. First, of course, having to get her to SAVE the ones that have come. Task one. Completed. Now we try this one. No go. That one. No luck. Since I don’t have exactly the same programs, I’m trying to figure out what she’s looking at by having her tell me. This isn’t working so well. Finally after getting totally frustrated (yes, I worked with her on the phone for about an hour), I suggested she forward the e-mail to me, let me see if I could do something with it and send it back.
The e-mails come trickling in. The first one, with two attachments, comes in three times. The second one, with six attachments, comes in two times. Okay, Mom. Got it. Stop pushing the buttons!
Now I look. I bring them into MS Word, save them as a document, and e-mail them back. Well, I e-mail the one with two attachments back. The other one turns out to be a big honker and I don’t dare zip it up, it would take another 4 hours to go through zipping and unzipping. I decide that I’ll send each one on it’s own… but also decide if I’m going to do this I’m going in the bedroom on the laptop so I can at least watch TV while doing it. I get set up, open my e-mail program, and there is a message from my mom. “Still won’t print”. WTF?
Me:It won’t print?
Me: The printer is on, right? (Hey, I HAD to ask!)
We try a couple of things and it won’t even print a test page. Nothing. It was printing earlier, she says – that’s how she knew the documents were too big to fit on the page. Arrrggghhh! By now we’re looking at 10 o’clock and I know I’M tired… I will print off everything and run it down to them first thing in the morning and will check out the printer at that time.
This morning I’m up bright and early and go to my folks. I hand them the papers I printed and headed right for the computer. Printer on. Check. Paper in. Check. Look for documents on computer. They’re there. Check. Try to print. No go. I look at the print que and there are a couple of weird things. I clear out the print que. I turn the printer off and on. I try to print. Nothing.
Hmmm…. once more I go to print que. Weird doc is still there. Okay, I’ll play the silly game… I’ll let it print. It does. It was the extra large e-mail pages that Mom had been trying to print. Once I got them cleared out of the que, I had no trouble at all. I found out she had more than one graphics program (that were very easy to use) that she should have been able to print the *.jpg’s from. I tried it. It worked. We looked through and tried to print the one I’d sent her. It worked. Hmmm… now it won’t mess up. What’s up?
Mom: Go back to that window where you saw the printer stuff
Me: The print window?
Mom: Yeah, that one you just had up.
Mom: There! You are supposed to check that box… “Print the file”
Me: It says “Print TO file”… have you been checking that box each time?
I’m at work now. I’m missing a big patch of hair on the left side where I grabbed it and pulled as hard as I could with frustration as I drove out of the drive. (kidding! geez!) My mother swears up and down she’s going to pay me back for all the trouble. Please, mom… don’t.