KirstenL4W

aka “Monday Miscellany”

• I had the absolute best potato chips last night.  I stopped at Trader Joe’s to get something for dinner, and decided to get some chips.  The Kettle Baked chips, I have to say, are the most perfect chip I’ve ever had.  Most baked chips just suck, but these had all the great qualities of a fried potato chip without the greasy feel.  I’m not a huge chip person, but I’d definitely get these again.
• Is it me, or do IT people think they rule the world?  At work, I put in a help ticket for a somewhat minor problem that prevented me from doing the work I needed to do.  Yesterday, I received a call back.  So what, you’re thinking.  Well, I put in the ticket on March 31.  Yesterday was April 14.  Good thing the problem was solved the next day, because there’s no way I could have gone over 2 weeks without being able to work.  My desk only take so many paper piles before it collapses.
• We have the walk-through on our new house this Thursday.  I’ll try to remember to bring my camera and take pictures.  If I don’t, you won’t get any before pics, and it may be months before you get after pics.
• Working on my next encyclopedia entry.  Hopefully will be out by this weekend.

And that’s all for today, folks!

I was trying to finish up work today when a coworker came to my desk to see if I had an entry she was looking for. As I reached for the pile it would have been in, I got a paper cut. Considering the volume of paper I handle every day, this is not surprising, even though I rarely actually get a paper cut. But this tiny little cut caused me blinding pain - so much so that I started to sweat for a few minutes. Paper cuts are known to be painful, but why would this tiny little cut cause such a reaction? It was under my fingernail - my thumbnail, to be exact. And every time I hit the space bar as I type this post, I am reminded of it. Try as I might, I cannot hit the space bar with my other hand, because I am a righty, and my right thumb is the one that wants to keep spacing out.

Last week, FH and I went out to eat for lunch. Since this place serves breakfast all day, and it was still relatively early for me (for a Saturday, anyway), I decided to have pancakes. These were no silver dollar pancakes, though. No, these things resembled manhole covers. Yep, you heard me right. Check this out:

As you can see from the photo, it is a full 8 inches across. That’s approximately 20 centimetres to the rest of the world. That’s one enormous pancake. I ate the other one. Is it any wonder why I couldn’t finish the second one? And I know you’re all asking - where does one obtain such large breakfast foods? At the Black Bear Diner, of course!

After lunch, and running a couple other errands, we decided that we didn’t want to go home yet, didn’t want to do the usual things, and wanted something different to do. After a bit of thought and aimless wandering, we decided to go see the Lost City, in Overton, NV. Lake Mead is seriously low on water right now, and there is an old city that was flooded and left underwater when Hoover Dam was finished and Lake Mead was formed. With the water level so low, the ruins of the city are visible, and there’s a museum dedicated to it. Being the sort of people who are interested in such things, we headed up to Overton to see it. All I can say is that we were disappointed. We somehow thought we’d be able to see the actual Lost City. Nope. Didn’t even see Lake Mead at all. We saw a small-town ancient history museum that mainly exhibited the finding of the place, and a reproduction of a pueblo. Nice drive, disappointing destination. With all that’s been said about being able to see the Lost City, we really thought we’d be able to see it. Instead we find out that we saw the same exact thing we would have seen if Lake Mead was overflowing. The Imposter City.

My thumb is throbbing now and it’s affecting my typing, so that’s all you’ll get out of me until this darn thing heals a bit. So long for now.

I’m not a sports fan, so I wasn’t too into watching the Stupid Super Bowl. But I did have to keep track of what was going on, which I did by having an extra tab open in Firefox to keep updated on the score. You see, I grew up in Massachusetts and New Hampshire, and like every good public school student in MA, I was vaccinated against New York Fandom. So while I couldn’t care less who bats a field goal or pitches an incomplete pass, I was interested in yesterday’s game between the New England Patriots and the New Jersey Giants. (Giants Stadium is in East Rutherford, NJ - I’ve been by there before. Hence they are the NJ Giants.)

Boston sports in general have sucked for a long time, but Boston fans stood by their hometown teams. The prayers of Red Sox Nation finally saw the Sox win the Series in 2004 and then again. The Patriots won their first Super Bowl in a wicked long time in 2002. That was wicked awesome - I was still living back there then, and the atmosphere the day after was like, the coolest thing ever. Now we just need a Celtics comeback, and the Broons - does hockey still exist? I know that the Boston Gahden has been renamed back to the Gahden after years as the Fleet Centah. Anyway, a perfect season for the Patriots was sweet, and winning the Super Bowl would have been supah sweet. At least it was a very competitive game, not like when they lost back in 86. That was embarrassing.

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I’ve had some really weird search terms lately. Check these out:

feet hurt when weather changes - Not sure I can help you there. My left hand hurts when the weather changes, but I can directly relate that to a broken bone from my car accident. I never had that problem before.

button-fever - Uh, not here. Try Lisa’s blog. She has a tenant with a button issue.

WHY ARE MY BOOKMARKED SITES DISAPPEARING - I DON’T KNOW BUT PLEASE STOP SHOUTING!

“gangents” - How in the heck this brought you here is beyond me.

all about me - I get this one a lot. I wonder, though - are people searching themselves? Because the search engine can’t read your mind, so instead of finding out about YOU, you find out all about ME. Mwahahahahahaha!!!!

“all about me” adult movie screenshot - Um, that wasn’t me. No, really. No sireee.

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I’ve been thinking of adding an FAQ page. Problem is, no one has asked me any questions. Are you shy or am I revealing too much about myself here? Anyway, go ahead and ask. I’m curious to know what you all want to know about me. Even if I don’t end up doing a whole page of Q&A, with enough questions (more than 2) I’ll do a blog post about it. So ask away! Use the comments to ask or you can use my Contact page. For now I’m off to do more laundry, read more blogs, write some music posts, an think about a new theme, which would mean I need to figure that whole thing out.

…so that my permalinks show an actual post title and not random numbers!

Here’s a few random bullet points for today:

• I was putting a load of laundry in the washer tonite. As I picking clothes out of the three part laundry sorter, I noticed something colorful. Apparently a colorful beach towel that I could not remember using lately made its way to the black clothing section. I smelled it to make a determination on its state of cleanliness. It smelled like ass, so I threw it in the proper section of the sorter - the towel section. Then it dawned on me that this was the towel that I gave Boyfriend to use to soften things for his tushie when he’s sitting in his desk chair playing WOW.
• A few of my imaginary internet friends have posted in their LiveJournals about how cold they are inside their homes. Pollyhyper ran out of oil while CTG has an inexplicably cold room. Now I am cold, even though the temp here in our house is normal, it’s still below 80°, which is my hot/cold threshold.
• Zac is at it again. He’s shooting a new movie, which looks to be his biggest yet. Read his blog to keep informed or to just read a really good rant. I’m always laughing my butt off at his posts.
• I am revered at work. Some changes to internal procedures are in the works, and one of my tasks looks to be taken away from me as a result. I am not the right department to be doing this task, so my boss wants it off my desk. Problem is, I do it so freaking well that no one wants it out of my hands (except my boss). Feels good, I tell ya.
• WW going pretty well, so far. Weigh-in tomorrow, so we’ll see if I’m on the right track. Boyfriend, while not officially following the program (as in, he didn’t pay and doesn’t go to meetings), has been very supportive and following the general principles of it. He has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow and will have to step on the lying sack of shit scale, so it will be like we are weighing in together (awww).
• Does anyone know how many points regular potstickers are from an ordinary Chinese style takeout place? Because I have been craving them lately, and I can’t find anything in my Dining Out companion book. I don’t want sauce with them, just the damn potstickers.
• And to my Mommy: He’s growing, exploring, and testing limits. It’s very NORMAL - he’s just doing it the ImpMaster J way. Just because I understood adult rationale at an absurdly young age doesn’t mean everyone does. As you well know, I am not normal so quit trying the tactics that worked on me.
• For those trying to understand the above bullet point, my mom told me how she got me off the bottle when I was a baby. She was expecting my sister to be born and I was just over a year old. She explained to me that I couldn’t use the bottle anymore because the new baby needed it. And so I used the sippy cup, just like that. Yes, I am strange. I’ll leave you all with that thought.

Boyfriend is playing his silly little game, aka World of Warcraft. He’s a Level 70 dude of some sort. He keeps trying to get me sucked in so we can play together and I can make all sorts of imaginary internet friends.

I blog on the laptop while sitting on the sofa, which is right next to his desk, so we do play together, in a way. I tell him about funny blog posts and comments, and he tells me about funny comments from his peanut gallery guild. I like my imaginary internet friends, and have even met some of them in person (one at her Vegas wedding!) I have also met some of Boyfriend’s imaginary internet friends, whom I can have a conversation with even though he listens to them through his headset.

I’ll stick to blogging, Boyfriend can stick to his silly little game, and we’ll happily laugh at each other’s obsessions.

I just read this post to Boyfriend before publishing it, and he said “Amen to that, sister!”

I haven’t been this excited about blogging in a long time.  When I first got the blogging bug, I was playing with code constantly, trying to figure it out and really make the blog mine.  I got to a point where I was satisfied with it for a time.  Then I started realizing the limitations of the Blogger service, and they started making changes so that Google can start implementing their plans to achieve world domination.  My comments went down, and I ended up having to change a lot of feed addresses in my reader.  I sorta new for a while that I could do what I wanted on WordPress, and a growing sense of dissatisfaction with Blogger made the decision to switch easy.  Basically, it got to a point where blogging was no longer fun - kinda like when you go to the park but can’t play frisbee, catch, swing on the swings, or anything fun.  That’s how I was starting to feel.  So thanks to Snoskred and her very generous offer of hosting and setup that’s affordable even with the dollar being in a nosedive, I am here.  I still have a lot to learn, but that will come with time.  As it was on Blogger, when I needed to know how to do something, I figured it out.  Here it’s a bit more complicated, but I hope I won’t seriously screw anything up.

I am in the process of getting ready to do a new feature, which I plan on debuting in February.  I won’t tell you what it is yet.  I gotta build up the anticipation, you know!  It is something I have been thinking about for quite some time now, and it will give my blog a bit of focus in addition to the usual babbling about my daily life and other crap going through my mind.  With that being said, I’m going to log off for the night.  I haven’t been feeling too well and we all know how this blogging stuff can suck time like there’s no tomorrow (which means if I don’t stop now, I’ll totally miss tomorrow and wake up on Friday sometime.)

But this really takes the cake.

First off, on the FAA website, the whole country is yellow, which is 16-45 minute delays. Not too bad, assuming I get on the flight I want to be on - you know, the one I booked that will leave me a long enough connection to actually make my flight to Ft Meyers. We shall see where, if anywhere at all, Delta plans on sending me this evening.

My sister didn’t pay her phone bill in time, so I couldn’t get in touch with her all morning. Figures. Nothing like that to make me even more stressed out. Under normal circumstances, I don’t mind not being able to get in touch with her, but at this critical time? Yeah, sure.

The copiers at work were working against me today. I was going to finish up the last of what was on my desk, but the machines were not having any of it. Whatever. I’ll stuff them full of Thanksgiving turkey and see how they like that. Maybe then they’ll learn to like the papers I’m feeding them.

And speaking of work, I just knew I’d get bombarded today. I knew it. I tried to prevent it, but that wasn’t happening. At least I got the majority of it done today, so I won’t have too much catching up to do.

That’s all for now. I’m going to go out to a nice relaxing dinner before I head to the airport for my flight to the looney bin Atlanta then Ft Myers. I’ll let you all know how it goes as soon as I can get to a computer.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

There’s a few things on my mind today that I’d like to rant about. So, here goes:

Public Bathrooms

I can only speak about these from a one-sided point of view, as I have never been desperate enough to use a men’s restroom, and I most certainly have not spent enough time in one to notice the peculiar habits that men have when using the restroom. So, this rant will apply to the ladies restroom only.

Why is it that women are soooo concerned with putting the little paper on the seat before they sit down? Even then, I still hear the grunts from women trying to balance as they hover over the seat, trying their darndest not to touch it with their ass. I know what they’re thinking. They’re afraid of germs. In some public bathrooms this is a valid concern - gas stations and a certain bus station in upstate New York that I once used out of sheer desperation and bad timing. But in most public restrooms, this isn’t a big deal. If there are droplets, just wipe them with some TP before sitting down. But a toilet seat is by far NOT the germiest thing you’ll come across in your day to day life. Ever wonder what’s hiding in your kitchen sponge - the one you clean baby’s highchair with?

Now, these same women who are so concerned with germs that they cannot let their bare asses touch a tissue paper covered toilet seat lest they be stricken ill with a mysterious, deadly disease are also the same women who faux-wash their hands when they are done. I can tell. I sit inside the stall and listen to you run the water for 3 seconds. Wetting your hands under cold water is not the same as washing them. I know you want out of this dirty, dirty place, but come on now. Use some fucking soap, and wash like your Momma taught you how. No wonder you all use a paper towel to open the door. Since none of you actually used soap to wash, the germs are all on your hands. At least you got that idea right - but you wouldn’t need to use the paper towel at all if everyone washed their hands properly.

Pet Causes

I’m not talking about causes for your pet. I’m not even talking about causes that people believe in for legitimate reasons. I’m talking about being obligated to support a cause. Why does something have to become my cause just because someone close to me was affected?

My Mom recently was diagnosed with breast cancer and had a mastectomy. She’s doing fine now, and as far as I know she will not need any further treatment besides more frequent screenings of her remaining bewb (she had her left one replaced with a faux bewb). I know my mom has been a bit upset at what appears to her to be a lack of concern, but Mom, nothing could be further from the truth. It scared the shit out of me. I dealt with it in my own way, but that way was not and is not plastering pink ribbons all over the place and trying to convince anyone who will listen that this is THE cause to be involved in. First of all, I hate pink. And I hate proselytizing. People aren’t going to become more aware of an issue just because someone else says so. They become more aware because they or someone close to them has been affected. So I make sure I get regular checkups and do my monthly self-test, which Boyfriend is more than happy to help out with.

Also in the same vein, having a cousin and a foster brother who are autistic does not make me want to put a multi-colored puzzle patterned ribbon on my car. WTF is that? Were all the other colors taken, so Autism Awareness just used them all? I’m aware of autism, and I’m aware of how both my cousin and my brother have very different needs. No one knows with any certainty what causes it, so all we can do is be aware. But again, people aren’t going to be aware unless it’s something that affects them personally in one way or another. As for other people who come across my cousin and brother, we just explain to them on an as needed basis (as in, not to every freaking person they come across) why they aren’t the same as you and me.

September 11

Today is the anniversary of the attacks. I suspect in a few more years it will be known as “World Trade Center Day” (totally forgetting that other locales were also affected), much in the way that December 7 is Pearl Harbor Day. But why oh why do I need to have television programs about that day on tv for a week before and after? Why is there nothing else to watch? They tell us not to forget. Believe me, I never will. The events of that day were seared into my brain with a branding iron. By why do I have to get all nostalgic and sad every September 11 for the rest of my days? Why the hell can’t I just live my life and have a decent day? If I want to go to a movie and laugh, what’s stopping me? Memorials are one thing, but every tv station showing documentaries about it and being looked at like I’m a terrorist because I don’t stop for the requsite moment of silence isn’t doing anyone any favors. It’s been impossible to forget on the other 364 days of the year. Going about my business as usual on this day doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten. It just means that I’m not letting it get the best of me.

The Hours in the Day

There just aren’t enough of them to go around. Seriously, 24? Is that all? Whose crummy idea was that? And who the heck came up with the 5 day workweek? Because it seriously cuts into my personal time.

Now that I’ve wasted your time, you can now return to your regularly scheduled programming, which has been pre-empted for the latest 9/11 documentary.

Boyfriend and I went to the Hoover Dam earlier tonite to take some night photos. They came out pretty good, surprisingly enough. We’ve been having a bit of trouble since they keep coming out blurry, even on the tripod, but he finally got it to go (even if the remote control didn’t want to work). We couldn’t go on the dam since they don’t allow pedestrians after dark, so we had to take all the photos from the Arizona side. The parking lot on the Nevada side was closed; the Arizona side has roadside parking lots as opposed to the official parking garage on the Nevada side. I’ll post a couple later, once I get them uploaded. It’s a bit late now.

Snoskred gave me a mention on her blog, and also awarded me, along with everyone in her blogroll, the Nice Matters Award. My first blogging award! I found out where the award orginated - Bella-Enchanted created it not just because her blog friends rock, but because of the friendships that came out of blogging. So, in the true spirit of the award, I would like to give this award to all of my wonderful blogging friends. Please distribute it as you see fit.

I talked to my Gram today, to wish her a Happy Birthday. She’s really an amazing woman. I’m still wowed at the fact that she earned an engineering degree back in the 40’s! Anyway, as we were talking she mentioned that my nephew, Bubba, is taller than my cousin. Now, SportsCousin is 16 months older than Bubba, and was taller than me last year when I went home to visit - and at 5′8″ (172cm), I am not considered short at all. He’s looking forward to his next birthday so he can get his learner’s permit. But my little Bubba is taller than SportsCousin! I remember holding both of them when they were born. I was just about to graduate high school when SportsCousin was born, and was just about to start my second year of college when Bubba was born. I tell ya, they grow up so fast. Soon I’m gonna hear that they’re shaving.

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Well, that’s the news for now. I’m up late because of the Labor Day holiday - I get an extra day to sleep in. Today was a lazy day, tomorrow is a busy day with brunch with friends then a party that, knowing our friends, will last until 2 or 3am, so having Monday off to recover will be great. But first, it’s time for bed. Good night!

Last night Boyfriend and I went out to eat. The restaurant wasn’t very crowded, but there was a couple seated in the booth next to us. The woman was very loud, almost as if she was talking to someone who was hard of hearing. The man barely spoke. The conversation was unremarkable until the woman started talking about medicine. She talked in great detail of a colonoscopy she recently had, and talked about all sorts of other tests she had. Gallbladder, kidneys, MRI, more mention of the colon, etc. And yet the doctors don’t know what’s wrong with her.

A bit later in the evening the waiter came by and asked if they would like their food wrapped to go home. This is the first we heard the man speak. He said, "I’m feeling sick." Ya think?

And this damn laptop is really driving me nuts. The damn apostrophe/quote mark key is fucked up. Apostrophes don’t show on my screen until I type the next character, and when I try to type "I, for example, I end up with Ï. WTF? It only happens with vowels. Strange, very strange.

Me and my adorable niece, Messy J

In case you didn’t know, I am a redhead. A natural redhead. It runs in the family. My grandmother on my father’s side used to have red hair before it turned gray. My aunt used to have red hair but it turned blonde. My cousin has red hair. My uncle has red hair. My niece has red hair. And one of my uncles on my mom’s side has reddish hair. You can definitely tell who we are.

As a kid, I used to hate my red hair. Red hair attracts all sorts of attention that I just did not want, since I was a painfully shy kid. As an adult, I learned to love it. I don’t like being the same as everyone else. I usually don’t like standing out like a sore thumb, but being just different enough that people are envious rather than afraid. Red hair is perfect for that, especially when I tell them that it’s natural.

Recently, I have noticed a couple gray hairs popping up. More than a couple - maybe a few. Maybe a few more than that. Enough to be visible and bother me. All I know is, at 32 years old, I am not ready for gray hairs. I don’t even have kids yet! Are kids supposed to be what give you gray hair? No, this must not be allowed to continue. I am seriously rethinking the natural redhead thing. I might have to visit my friend Miss Clairol soon.

I do have the fiery temper that redheads are famous for. I’m generally a mild-mannered, non-confrontational person. But piss me off and forget it. That famous redheaded temper comes screaming out. All the other assumptions about redheads, the ones about being a good lover and such, I have no comment. And I could never be attracted to a man with red hair. I think I’d feel too much like I’m dating someone in my family, and that is just. so. wrong.

You’ll notice that I’m part of a ring called Redheads Rock. I have a cool graphic for that one, but I’ve been lazy and haven’t put it up there yet. Today I was doing a bit of websurfing and came across another blog. *Red has a great post with all sorts of wonderful quotes about redheads.

So there’s my post for today. If you want the summarized version, here it is:

Yeah, so I have red hair. No, I don’t dye it. What’s it to you?

I feel old. I was…

• 27 years old at the time of the 9-11 attack on America. It was scary day, I won’t ever forget it
• 25 years old on the first day of Y2K and very hung over.
• 23 years old when Princess Diana was killed in a car crash. I cried when I saw the princes walking behind the casket
• 20 years old at the time of Oklahoma City bombing. I felt sick to my stomach when I heard that there was a daycare that was directly hit
• 20 years old when O. J. Simpson was charged with murder. What a circus that was!
• 18 years old at the time of the 93 bombing of the World Trade Center. I woke my mom up from a nap to tell her.
• 16 years old when Operation Desert Storm began. I was hoping to be the first generation that had never seen our country at war. I cried because I wasn’t.
• 15 years old during the fall of the Berlin Wall. There were some German exchange students in my school. What an experience that was for them, being in America when history was being written at home.
• 11 years old when the space shuttle Challenger exploded. I was in 6th grade. I remember this day vividly, because my 5th grade teacher applied for it.
• 9 years old when Apple introduced the Macintosh. I don’t remember the actual release of this, but I do remember using the Apple IIE in elementary school.
• 9 years old during Sally Ride’s travel in space. This was so not a big deal to me. I don’t even remember it.
• 6 years old when Pres. Reagan was shot by John Hinckley, Jr. I didn’t even know about this until nearly 20 years later when I read an article in Reader’s Digest.
• 5 years old at the time the Iran hostage crisis began. I remember being in 1st grade watching the hostages being released on TV. I had no idea what the significance was at the time.
• 2 years old on the U.S.’s bicentennial Fourth of July. My aunt still has some of that bicentennial eagle, flag, 1776/1976 decor in her house. She’s working on it, though.
• not yet 1 year old when President Nixon left office. All I get out of this is to tell people that I was born during the tail end of the Nixon administration. Doesn’t work, though - they still think I was born during the Reagan era.

Did I mention that I am getting new gray hairs daily? I may need to rethink this natural redhead thing.

Quiz found here.

I had the television on the other day when I heard something familiar. I went to look and was greeted with this:

Bread, sandwiches, whatever. But the song was vaguely familiar. Isn’t it from Ren & Stimpy? I watched way too much of that show when I was in high school. I know all the words for the Log Song, which you can see here. And how about Powdered Toast Man? In any case, it’s just not right that something as wholesome as Sara Lee baked goods is being pitched with a song from the original cartoon for grown-ups.

Why is it that when I’m doing my laundry, as I’m about to bring my clean clothes in from the laundry room the sprinklers decide to spew water everywhere? I usually cut through the lawn between 2 buildings, cutting my walk to the laundry room from a half a mile to about 100 yards. But I can’t cut through the lawn when the sprinklers are doing their thing. I don’t have much luck walking on the pathways either, because the sprinkler heads are constantly being trampled on by kids in the area, which leads to water getting everywhere but on the lawn. So much for water conservation.

I still have a massive to-do list, but isn’t that always the way? I’m really feeling the need to get more organized, and it will come, eventually. (Oh dear, I just hear my neighbor next door fart. Through the wall. Thank goodness the smell doesn’t travel - it’s not the first time I heard that). Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. I’m getting there slowly but surely. I think I need to write my to-do list out so I can see it every day, and then check off things as I get them done. Or go back to writing it on my bathroom mirror, since I still have those markers in there. That’s what I’ll do. First on my list is go back to Curves. I used to work out there when I first moved here, until I needed to work a second job and life got in the way. Now, I only need the one job, and there is a Curves studio right next door to my office, so I won’t have much of an excuse. I like going to Curves, and with all the weight I’ve gained recently, I really need to get off my ass and get it done.

I think that’s about all for now. I still have a bunch of stuff I want to get done online, but I don’t want to be up all night.

I am exhausted.
I have a headache and have had one off and on for nearly a week.
I had a burst of inspiration but now it’s gone.
I’ve been reading your blogs nearly every day.
I’ve not been in a talkative enough mood to comment.
I hear cats outside fighting.
I need to do laundry.
I need to clean my house.
I need to organize my desk.
I need more free time.
I need a job that pays better.
I need a job that will let me have a life.

I’m going back to bed now.

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I hab a code right now. I hate being sick, but with enough rest I feel well enough to go to work. So it will be a quiet weekend in for me as I rest up and try to get all this snot out of my head. At least I’m not as sick as some people I know. A certain friend of mine at work is sick, and he’s been out of work since I threw him out on Tuesday after I caught him collapsed on his desk. He works hard, plays hard, and gets sick the same way, so I don’t expect to see him until Monday. Which means I’ll be doing his payroll too. Joy.

I did my taxes last night. I owe just over $100. I took the standard deduction, which always works out better than itemizing since I’ve really got nothing to itemize. I guess I ought to change my deductions so that I don’t owe next year. I thought I had it figured out so that I’d break even, but apparently I made a mistake somewhere. Ah well, such is life.

Hooray! My new checks came today. That means that no more worries about my accounts and precarious financial status being compromised. Woohoo!

I also got some new pictures of baby Mia today, and as soon as my sister learns to use Flickr instead of that stupid Kojak service I’ll get them on my Flickr page so you can all see. The way it is now, if I try to right click and save a picture I only get the teeny tiny thumbnail version, and that’s no good. I want it big! So I sent it to VegasRic to see if he could do it for me, since he was able to last time Sis sent me pics. Anyway.

Time for me to get off to work. Another fun night for security patrol in the Las Vegas valley. Joy.

I got my bank statement in the mail today, so there’s that much personal information that has not found its way to the wrong hands. Chances are my check order has not been delivered yet, so hopefully I’ll have that by the end of the week. I also had the lock fixed today, so I’ll be getting all my mail in the future, if all goes well. And I still plan on looking into a private mailbox, because I don’t want to go through this again. Plus a private mailbox service can accept deliveries from any service, not just the post office, so that will be a plus.

I just managed to pick up a few shifts at security company for this week. That will help while I’m waiting to hear about a day job. I’m hoping that within the next week I’ll have that situation all settled.

Other than that it’s just a waiting game. I think I’ll vacuum my apartment in the meantime.

But I’m still up, so it must count as Wednesday’s post, right? No need to tell you why I’m still up at this late hour; I’ll let your dirty minds imagine something sinister. And I’ll just burst your bubble right now and tell you that you’re all wrong (except maybe AJ, since she knows me IRL).

Work is getting better, since I’m getting back into the 9-5 groove and getting more stuff to do. Pretty soon I’ll be so busy I won’t know what to do. I don’t have internets at work, which is just fine by me. I might actually keep myself busy all day long if I don’t have any distractions. So I have to cram all my internet time in when I’m home, which isn’t very often these days. You might not see me as much as a result, but believe me, blogging is still a priority, at least when it comes to online activities.

I’m gonna leave you with that for now. I’m a bit tired and I’m working both jobs tomorrow and going out afterwards, so no rest for me, as usual. I’ll post again…soon.

But then again, how right can it be when it’s determined by a 5-question quiz? However, the last sentence of these results is so accurate, they must have had me in mind when it was written. Because it is all about me, after all.

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You’re an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything. You tend to set blogging trends, and you’re the most likely to write your own meme or survey. You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.