I always seem to have the hardest time trying to start an entry on here so I'll just go with the basics. Twitchy is the rabbit currently sitting in my lap. She likes hay and pepsi boxes. Work is as strange as usual. Got to see a security guard running around desperately trying to find some chicken for lunch/dinner and then being unable to figure out how to open the door from the smoke deck to get back inside. There's just something amusing about a security guard locking themselves out of the building. Franken-foot appears to have attacked again as it looks like one of the screws from my ankle fusion is working itself loose at the same spot the last one did. Enough ramblings for now...
I seem to be going through a bout of becoming overly irritable when dealing with idiots. All I want to do at work is log into our system, start answering calls, tell people to go to hell when they're being stupid, and hit the release button on the phone. At least the girl who would ask me the same question everyday finally switch to a different department. Now if only people would learn how to dial the correct phone number. If I were trying to call a chinese restaurant to place an order and somebody answered the phone saying "Thank you for calling Joe's Plumbing", I think I would understand why they wouldn't be able to cook me an order of cashew chicken and apologize for calling the wrong number.
I know I'm horrible with updating lj or other people for that matter, but if anyone needs me I'm going *poof* to Connecticut until Thursday or Friday. I'll be helping my mom take care of my grandfather since he decided to play in the neighbor's tree, fell out, and cracked his back and fractured his ribs. I think stubborness, stupidity, and being accident-prone all run in the family. At least I get to enjoy some real pizza while I'm up there though and I should have time to take the kids down the street to the ocean. Hopefully I can play nice with state troopers and local law enforcement during the 18hr drive as I really don't want another speeding ticket.
Only four cups of coffee and my mind's an incoherent mess...I used to be able to go through 4 pots of coffee before that would happen, but when I quit drinking Pepsi, it had the side-effect of lowering my caffeine tolerance. Last weekend I decided to by my first grill as a mother's day present to myself so now I'm in happy charcoal-ness land. I like making up adjectives sometimes. Poor Josh realized that I claimed all rights to the grill so he doesn't get to pretend to be a pyro with the lighter fluid. Now that it's been a year since I had my ankle fused and I can actually skip around now, I think I'm going to try playing DDR again. I just need to get one of the versions for my ps2, dig out where my mats are, and invest in a lot of tylenol or motrin. Hopefully I don't overdo it to the point of needing to use my cane for a day or two as my supervisor is the only one at work who even knows I've got a walking problem since he's the boyfriend of a guy I used to work with at Waffle House and used to see me hobbling around like Igor. Hopefully next time I remember to update this rather than just reading other peoples' posts, I won't be alternating between trying to ramble and staring blankly at the screen.
I used to bitch about my insurance going up $200 just because I moved a city over...now I understand why they raised my rates. I almost T-boned the same moron that pulled in front of me two weeks ago to go the other way. He pulls up to the road, slams on his brakes at the stop sign, sees me coming towards him, and fricking drives in front of me making me slam on my brakes. This causes me to go into my usual rant to myself about idiots driving. I don't make it even a mile before I almost get hit again - by the cop pulling out of the parking lot with his lights off and appartently not paying attention for other motorists. Apparently he was in a wonderful mood since he then ran the red light I stopped at just so he could turn left. I've also now had my car backed into the by the people across the street, but of course it wasn't my neighbor in his truck even if the paint scratches match on both of our cars and the odd bend in his bumper matches the large dent in my rear quarter panel. Meh. How many cars am I going to lose to this city? Then again, their stupidity doesn't surprise me after the idiots I deal with at work all night. If I say don't do something, why is that the first damn thing you do? How is hitting a fricking reset button "too technologically challenging, I better get my husband to do it"? What's going to happen, you miss? No, I'm not going to replace your equipment for free when you're the one that decided to water the hard drive. I wish I could cough on my customers and give them whatever damn virus I have this week. Especially if the doc was right and I have mono again. I figure at this rate, my tonsils will be the next semi-useless piece of me that's cut out. Blargh. Hopefully I can see some of you again when I become non-infectious...and the weather quits screwing with my ankle.
In the hopes that I would be able to think of something intelligent to type, I pulled up lj. Obviously, this was in vain... I'm also finding that I seemed to be consistently plagued by instructors who are stupid. Volcanic activity on the sun causes solar flares...what fricking volcanoes are we supposed to be talking about here? I'm surprised he didn't mention that the sun revolves around the earth.
It's sad that some people actually believe this stuff: HD satellite signals reach your home in the form of lightning Satellite signals come from space in the form of a red ball, and gravity is what makes it reach satellite dishes on homes Plasma tv's are filled with plasma...blood plasma Satellite signals barbecue your brain
Several of us at work got calls on Sunday from irate Californians who wanted to watch their Nascar race. They demanded to know why their local news was superceding the race. After pointing out that we have no control over their local stations, we tried to remind them that the news stations felt it was important to keep everyone up-to-date on the wildfires in the area. One customer then whined that the fire was 100 yards away from his house and that the fires last year had only slightly singed his back porch so why couldn't the news just let him watch his damn race.
Lauren and Josh were taken care of this morning and the horses were behaved when I went out to tke care of them. Unfortunately, the padlock on the gate was open as was Ginger's stall and I know both were closed when I left the night before. While trying to leave Decatur to pick up Josh from work, I ran into numerous closed roads and am glad that at least I wasn't the only one driving around confused as to which way I could go. My stepfather made it through surgery and was okay enough to order me to take his truck if I was going to take care of the horses again for the evening. Poor guy made it through having tubes shoved into his groin area and getting a shunt put into his neck, and he's worrying over me getting my car stuck in the mud. Josh and I picked up the F-250 and I tried to drive to Somerville. Sadly, I didn't hear the traffic report on the radio about a wreck until right after I took the exit for 65 south off of 565. This gave me the wonderful oppurtunity to sit on the on ramp for an hour and then wait another 45 minutes to drive 8 miles down the interstate. When I drove onto the farm, Sweet Baby (should be named Satan's Child) started acting up, bucking and trying to jump on the bumper of the truck. She's the reason I have hoof prints on the bumper of my taurus. I was kind of wishing someone would turn her into paste, but I had to settle for putting her in a pen while I took care of the other horses. I probably need to use the truck again to get out there tomorrow since I had to use the 4 wheel drive just to get back to the main road. Too bad I can't "borrow" the truck indefinitely...
Today seems to be one of those days where all I want to do is go shuffle-sliding across the kitchen floor in socks so I don't actually have to walk and then go collapse in a heap somewhere to sleep. I got the kids and Josh up at 5:30 this morning so that I could drop him off at work today and use the car. Which reminds me that I need Josh to call the shop and make sure that we can pick up his bike tomorrow. Ever since having my car totaled, I've been rather wary of driving since there seems to be an inordinate amount of people in Madison, Limestone, and Morgan counties who don't begin to brake until they're almost on your bumper. So driving through morning traffic wasn't what I wanted to do today. The bright point to all this was whoever was in the white F-150 on Glenn Hearn who decided to let me across the street to get in front of him at James Record. It was very nice of you and thank you. While my mom takes my stepfather to UAB for his pre-op appointment today and surgery tomorrow, I'll be taking care of my sister, her pit-bull, and her five horses. As if I weren't stressed out enough already, I essentially get to juggle two households, going to Sommerville twice a day to take care of a lame horse and make sure her four friends don't go galloping off anywhere, making sure my sister goes to school and gets picked up from karate everyday, and making sure that I can make it to a job interview Thursday. Thankfully, my stepfather had the foresight to leave me the numbers for a vet and a guy down the street from their horses along with the keys to his F-250 in case the rain we're supposed to be getting floods out the road down there. With the pain in my head and ankle that the weather is bringing and the general feeling of "oh shit" from everything else I need to get done, I sympathize fully with Garfield for not wanting to get out of his bed on mondays.
I think 'Argghhh!!!' more or less accurately describes the past month. I hate insurance companies of all kinds now and would kindly like to wish them a merry trip to Hell. My car insurance company decided to re-adjust my premiums based on the fact that I moved to Decatur after my car was totaled. I'm rather ticked off about this since the damn wreck wasn't my fault, they still hadn't paid off the lien on the car, and how can the car be principally garaged in Decatur if I didn't even have it anymore by the time I moved? Yes, I'm ranting, but seeing an additional $400 added to my car insurance just didn't sit well with me for some reason. Nationwide so graciously decided to accept liability for the wreck so my deductible was supposed to be waived, but USAA still decided to take it out of the check they just sent us. Aren't you supposed to pay insurance so that in the even that something happens, they'll take care of it? Instead I feel like I'm being punished by everyone for allowing someone who was "apparently asleep" to use me as his brake while I was legally stopped at a light. There are at least a few upsides though. McCurry in Deactur gave us a loaner car to use for free (except gas) until we find a car that we want to buy from them or some other dealership. Waya likes his backyard and leaping the five feet off the porch to go chase after squirrels and birds. Oh, and unilke Vegas, we actually know how to use suicide lanes and how to put painted lines on the road (not reflectors) to differentiate between the different lanes of traffic.
On Tuesday, at 6:30pm, I finally had the kids calm enough that I could take a quick shower before Josh got home. After getting everything ready and starting the shower, I began to step into the shower and felt myself slipping. My nose slammed into the shower wall and I attempted to catch myself but just kept sliding down the wet sides until I bashed my face into the niche that you can leave your soap or razor in. I sat on the shower bottom in stunned silence for a minute before I dragged myself out to stand in front of the mirror to assess the damage. I was happy to find that despite the blood coming out of my mouth, all of my teeth were there and I ignored my bleeding nose since it's not really that hard to make your nose bleed. Last night, after much nagging from my mom and Michelle (probably because I kept bitching about it hurting), I went to Crestwood's ER and Michelle thankfully kept me company. After four and a half hours and one cat scan later, the doctor basically told me that I had probably fractured my maxilla between my lip and nose and also the bone around my eye where the frontal and zygomatic bones meet. He said the scan was inconclusive because that's where there is a natural suture or line where the bones grow together and they were too slammed to have the time to take an x-ray. What everything basically came down to is it will hurt like hell but it'll heal just fine...except for maybe my teeth. I was warned of the possibility of root death in my teeth so now I need to make an appointment with a dentist and have him xray my teeth. Meh. All this from something so stupid. I still don't really know how I just slipped on nothing in the shower.
House-hunting sucks. So does mexican polka. Unfortunately, they both keep going on and on... Josh and I have spent most of the past two weeks looking for a house to move into - without much success. I did learn that New Market scares me and some of the male realtors I've met can put a used-car salesman to shame with how sleazy they are. At least we both agree that we're mainly going to confine our searching to Athens and Decatur now. Josh told me that I was correctly assuming that mexicans had moved in next door. Of course, the incessant mexican polkas I hear from the other side of my living room wall didn't give it away... Now I just need Eddie to try recording some more rap music from his apartment so I can have surround sound assault on my head.
We seem to be having problems with electronics lately. The picture tube on the T.V. blew this morning in the middle of Josh trying to watch local on the 8's. Then again, the bike needs to be fixed as well and that's mechanical. At least I found a good carpet spot cleaner.
Now do we Office Space the T.V., or do I go by some slugs for the shotgun and take it to the bluffs?
My faithful motherboard finally died...mostly. So I got a new motherboard and I thought all would be well. I had Josh watch me put the new motherboard in and wire everything together to make sure that I didn't make some silly mistake. On a side note, now I know the white wire is the ground. After everything looked ready to be turned on, I plugged in the monitor, mouse, and keyboard and hit the power button with great expectation... only to yell "what the fuck?!" when I didn't see anything on my monitor. Nothing. Apparently I am the great murderer of motherboards... Anyone who guessed that the new video card was bad is right...so now I have a another new motherboard that the computer guy gave me to replace the last one. And finally success! World of Warcraft looks so pretty now. Although I shouldn't have shown Josh since he promptly took over the computer until the power went out. Now it is all mine. Around 10:30 this evening/yesterday? I picked up Michelle to get her out of being in the same apartment as the evil one and took her with me to Wal-Mart. While critizing the garish and ugly summer colored plates and crap, she picked up a potato peeler and other assorted stuff while I got Galen some more food. She got a kick out of the door-greeter-lady asking us if we were twins as we were leaving. I dropped her back off at her apartment with he-who-does-not-deserve-to-be-uncastrated before heading home and taking some loricet for my ankle...and tylenol pm...which I guess I should have taken together since I know I rambling onlong horribly but obviously somebody reads this from time to time so I guess you guys should already know to expect this on occasion. Meh. Ankle that can't possibly be swollen or hurt is driving me batty as my doc was wrong on both accounts. But now I can look on the Blue Cross website to find a doctor who might listen to me complain and believe me.
My computer's possessed and I have to drop the kids off in less than five hours. I think I'm going to be sleeping on the back of the bike today...
I finally got fed up and decided that I would try to reformat my hard drive and re-install windows. At least that's what I was trying to do. The hard drive began to act like it knew that I wanted to kill it and I kept getting the blue screen of death. After an hour I gave up and swapped out the hard drive for a new one and tried to install windows on the new one...except blue screen again. *sigh* The good news is that I think this narrows it down to my RAM or my video card since something on the motherboard has to be causing these problems. I'll admit that I was planning on getting a new motherboard soon, but I didn't want it to be because my old one defeated me. Time to go drag my inept and computer challenged self off somewhere before I get out my meat tenderizer.
I got my cast taken off today. Sadly this doesn't make me happy. My ankle is causing me excrutiating pain and my doctor either doesn't believe or simply doesn't care. He told me that my x-rays look good so I shouldn't be in pain and I just need to get through this transition phase. Does that mean that if my skull isn't fractured I don't really have a migraine? Wish I'd known that one years ago... Morons didn't bother telling me that I needed to bring a shoe or something with me today so they expected me to go hobble out onto the wet asphalt barefooted. Granted, I know that I'm rambling/ranting, but I'm pissed off and this is better than taking it out on someone here. I'm going out tonight, just not sure where until I can get ahold of someone. Now I just need to see how long it's going to take me to correct my ankle rolling out so that I can walk semi-normally. You guys have a good night while I bash the heck out of this ducky in frustration.
When it comes down to using a sledgehammer on my computer or wiping it clean, I think starting over would be the better choice. I'm too frustrated to mess around with this anymore so I'm just going to reformat the damn thing and hopefully everything will be better. Otherwise, it's my video card, in which case I'll have to get another motherboard. I'm really not looking forward to another 4 hours spent loading World of Warcraft on my machine...
Oh, and if I'm not on here for a while, I must have really messed something up.
Wednesday Michelle called me to tell me that I was going over to her apartment to visit her, so off to Madison I went. After spending half an hour looking for her recipe binder, we found it stashed away with her baking sheets. The rest of the night was spent baking about 100 snickerdoodle cookies and "dancing" around while listening to Pain. I finally got to take Josh out to pick up his bike from the shop on Saturday so hopefully it'll hold up through BACA's 100 mile ride this weekend. Saturday night I was supposed to go bowling with Michelle and a couple of other people and have her spend the night but I had to put off seeing her till Sunday morning due to a sinus headache/migraine. Since I didn't go to bed till about 10 am Sunday morning, Michelle offered to pick me up a little after noon and we went out to the mall for the joys of shopping for a few new bras and a pair of pants that I can wear over my cast for this weekend. Fortunately, we can both force ourselves to get clothes if someone comes with us so I guess it was kind of like a symbiotic parasitic relationship or something. Josh took Michelle for a ride on the bike when we got back because she had never been on one before and fortunately nothing bad happened. After Michelle left, we packed the kids up and headed to Ditto Landing. We fed the ducks for half an hour until Rachel started yelling "ew yuck, you go away" at the geese. The kids started acting cranky about this time but we decided to push our luck by stopping by CDExchange for about 15 minutes. By this time, Rachel was screaming her head off while I tried to pack her back up into her carseat. At least the kids went to bed on time that night... I've spent a good chunk of today trying to get the gremlins out of my computer, dismantling part of the tower, and getting pissed off and giving my cd-rom a hot water bath...*laughs* It finally works again now. Please ignore the fact the I'm rambling along - I'm under the influence of tylenol pm...
One more hour. Got the okay from Jess earlier today to meet her at The Corner tonight when she gets off shift. I can't stand to be stuck any longer in this apartment dealing with every minor disaster so time to make Josh do it. Now I just need to decide whether or not to push myself, or to just give in and bring my crutches with me. At least I'll be able to realize again that there is life beyond trying to rationalize with a two-year-old.
When we got our Taurus a couple of months back, it unfortunately came with crappy tires that now need to be replaced. More to make sure I know what not to get, I looked up most of the common tires I will find that fit my car and found the Kumho ECSTA DX Aroma. The frigging thing has lavender scented blackwalls. It claims that the tire is "designed for trend-setting, fashion-conscious drivers who enjoy products that will set their luxury coupes and sedans apart from everyone else's. In addition to delivering an alluring aroma that replaces a tire's normal "rubber" smell with the subtle scent of fresh lavender, the ECSTA DX Aroma is designed to deliver a comfortable ride and low noise, while blending good wear with dry, wet and year-round traction, even in light snow." Shouldn't people be more worried about the tire's performance and safety than what it smells like? Granted, it does rate well on everything but tread life, but how many people typically spend their days sniffing the tires on their car?
My children are mini Houdinis. Galen can get out of his carrier and Rachel can get out of...well, anything. She just wormed her way under the childgate that Josh had put up in the hallway. I guess that's an improvement though as she usually climbs over the gates. The past two weeks haven't been wonderful, but they have had their high points. On the 22nd, Josh and I met his brother at Crossroads so that we could watch Todd Snider play. I was surprised to realize that I was enjoying myself this time despite his brother being an obnoxious drunk ass there again. After being there for half an hour, I realized that not only was Mack there, Andy from Chips was there and Michelle Red works there as a waitress. Now if only I can remember that I'm supposed to call both of the Michelles and also Rachelle... I've gotten to the point where I can walk around if I use a cane now, but it still hurts - especially with fiberglass casts not being comfortable on your feet. Kind of like constantly having to wear a pair of really crappy high heels. Galen was sick and running a fever for the past two days but it seems like it finally broke around 4pm so hopefully things will quiet down around here. And after waiting for 3 1/2 years, I finally got a letter from Geico stating that they have finished the settlement and taken care of their fuck up so I will no longer have my wages garnished but one of the orthopedic companies. I still want to kill their damn lizard... Tomorrow I have to go out to my mother's house to clean out my room or else she'll be getting rid of the majority of my stuff. Rose kept telling me to save the books, but since my collection grew from a few of my mother's seed books (she tended to never have the first book in a series, just the subsequent ones), I'm more worried about some of my documents that I need to save and a lot of my toys, video games, and stuffed animals. Yes, I've been rambling on, so good night everyone and I want to finish watching the Kevin Smith dvd with Josh anyway...
I'm awake. Still. Since Sunday morning I think...or something like that. In my never-ending wisdom I decided a pepsi would be a good thirst-quencher this morning. So now I'm awake - and hyped on caffeine. Great. Time to play Warcraft then. But wait, I logged in 12 minutes after the realms went down for the next 8 hours. Argh. Granted, I could cure my cabin-fever and everything else by getting a job so I can get out of the apartment, right?...Oh yeah, the doctor made it a point of forbidding me to work for at least another 6 weeks. Uhh, why am I actually doing what a doctor told me to do? Am I being contrary by going against my innate contrariness?
Apparently putting leashes on your kids is old school. Nowadays it's the giant hamster ball (okay, it's really a Giga Ball) that is supposed to take the place of human interaction and keep them amused for hours. Adult supervision recommended - but not required. That's just like telling someone it's okay to throw your kid in there until they're legally adults...
Since I just went off on a random tangent and got distracted online for an hour:
Over the years I've seen several "Jackalope" heads mounted in various steakhouses and natural history museums as a joke. Granted I'm sure we all know that they aren't really jackalopes hopping around locking antlers in mating rituals or getting their heads stuck on the way into their warrens, but there was actually a good reason for people to believe that jackalopes existed - shope papillomavirus. The virus infects and transforms the follicle cells of the rabbit leading to red swollen skin which can develop into horny warts.
Anything that can go wrong, will-at the worst possible moment. Well, life hasn't ceased to exist or anything, but I still feel like that law is in effect in my daily life. Hopefully I can get my laundry done without any problems though...Crutches+laundry hamper+stairs doesn't usually equal success.
Since it's most definitely past midnight in the eastern time zone, I'm just going to have to assume that my father doesn't give a shit. I know I wouldn't be so upset about this if I didn't still care about him, but that just makes me even more pissed off about the whole thing. *sigh* At least I got a happy birthday out of my stepfather and father-in-law...shows which ones I consider to be my kids' grandfathers.
Last month I was admitted to Crestwood to have my ankle fused. It sucks. I'd rather forgotten how much pain surgery causes...especially when stupid nurses slam rolling trays into your ankle. The second day I was at Crestwood, Josh stopped in and told me that one of the disabled customers at WH had gotten his foot stuck under the brake and had the gas pedal jammed down causing him to crash through the wall and taking out three of the window booths. Since I'm pissed off and bitter because of today I'm going to wait till after midnight to post anything else. Quick thank you to Rose and Sarah though for making me feel a bit better about it.
And once again, Josh's wake-up call this morning was a bad phone call. Julia Wise died this morning at 12:50 of leukemia. Granted we knew it was likely to happen, but that really doesn't lessen the blow of someone you know dying.