My brain is like a sieve. I have all these thoughts of posts I want to do, and I completely forget them by the time I get some computer time.
I got my haircut yesterday. I went with a bob. I like it, but I'm not sure about the bangs. I also had my eyebrows done, and she made the right one too thin.
I bought a new TV Friday night. Got it all hooked up Saturday, everything was great, and then Sunday morning, I had sound but no picture. I had to fax my receipt to customer service, and am waiting on someone to call me and tell me where to ship the TV. That sucks. I'm sorry, but if I spend that much money on something, it should fucking work, and I shouldn't have to ship it back anywhere. I should be able to take it to the store where I bought it and exchange it. I think I should be reimbursed for the price of shipping it.
I currently have over 20 books in my TBR pile. And yet, I keep buying more. I'm going to need another bookcase just to shelve these books.
I have to go back to work tomorrow. I don't want to. I need more vacation.
Sometimes I wish I could take a knife, and carve away my fat.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
This and that
You know, they say being a parent is one of the most rewarding "jobs" you can ever do. And while that may or may not be true, it can definitely be one of the hardest. Never knowing if you're really doing it right, being compared (and comparing yourself) to others and maybe feeling inadequate, being judged, getting unsolicited advice - fun stuff, really.
I'm going to do something this week (or actually let arkieboy do something this week) that I'm sure a lot of people would disapprove of. (Actually, I *know* a lot of people disapprove.) But I decided I really don't care if others disapprove and think I'm being too permissive or whatever. This is one of those things that I don't have a problem with, I've made him wait for well over a year and think about if it's what he really wants, and so? It's happening. He wants a tattoo, and assuming I can find a copy of his birth certificate so we can go get a photo ID for him, we will be going to Kentucky where it's legal for a minor to get a tat with parental consent. His dad does not like this.
And that's the thing I'm really questioning. How much weight should I give to his opinion? He's never been there for Clint very often - even when we lived less than 10 minutes away from him, he would only try to see Clint maybe twice a year. Yes, he pays child support, but that's only because after 4 years of non-payment, I turned him in to the child support agency, and it's held directly from his check - even then, we still don't get it on a regular basis. So, should his opinion really matter? Should it be given any consideration? I don't know. Clint doesn't feel his dad should have a say, and got rather ticked when his dad called him to gripe at him about it and then tried to guilt him into not getting it by saying that if Clint gets this tat, it will really hurt him (his dad).
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I'm on vacation starting today, until next Tuesday. I need this break. Yesterday at work, every time I heard the email delivery noise-thing, I would cuss. It was hard to be pleasant on the phone. But on the positive side, I've been totally kicking butt at my job. With my supervision, we've collected triple the outstanding amount than what we thought we could this month. So, yay me! yay me!
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I finally got some more bookcases for my books. Actually, what I bought was CD towers (from Target), but they are the perfect size for paperbacks. I have 5, and need one more (for now). Now I'm trying to decide if I want to alphabetize the books by authors, or just leave them shelved in the random order they are in.
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I'm going to do something this week (or actually let arkieboy do something this week) that I'm sure a lot of people would disapprove of. (Actually, I *know* a lot of people disapprove.) But I decided I really don't care if others disapprove and think I'm being too permissive or whatever. This is one of those things that I don't have a problem with, I've made him wait for well over a year and think about if it's what he really wants, and so? It's happening. He wants a tattoo, and assuming I can find a copy of his birth certificate so we can go get a photo ID for him, we will be going to Kentucky where it's legal for a minor to get a tat with parental consent. His dad does not like this.
And that's the thing I'm really questioning. How much weight should I give to his opinion? He's never been there for Clint very often - even when we lived less than 10 minutes away from him, he would only try to see Clint maybe twice a year. Yes, he pays child support, but that's only because after 4 years of non-payment, I turned him in to the child support agency, and it's held directly from his check - even then, we still don't get it on a regular basis. So, should his opinion really matter? Should it be given any consideration? I don't know. Clint doesn't feel his dad should have a say, and got rather ticked when his dad called him to gripe at him about it and then tried to guilt him into not getting it by saying that if Clint gets this tat, it will really hurt him (his dad).
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I'm on vacation starting today, until next Tuesday. I need this break. Yesterday at work, every time I heard the email delivery noise-thing, I would cuss. It was hard to be pleasant on the phone. But on the positive side, I've been totally kicking butt at my job. With my supervision, we've collected triple the outstanding amount than what we thought we could this month. So, yay me! yay me!
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I finally got some more bookcases for my books. Actually, what I bought was CD towers (from Target), but they are the perfect size for paperbacks. I have 5, and need one more (for now). Now I'm trying to decide if I want to alphabetize the books by authors, or just leave them shelved in the random order they are in.
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Sunday, March 09, 2008
Stoooopid Daylight Savings Time and other rants
Rant #1
I forgot (or didn't even know) that this was the weekend. I hate DST. You want more "sunlight" hours? Get up earlier on your own, but don't make me do it. My body knows, that even though the clock says "6:00", that it's really Five.Freaking.O'clock. in the morning. And then when people say it gives you more hours in the day???? No, it doesn't. There are still only 24 hours in the day. Deal with it.
Rant #2
Book publishers who re-release books in different formats and book sellers who show those as "new releases". OK, and the moron who doesn't or can't remember that she already has that book, so orders it online because it's a new book! I think they should be required to include a statement to the effect that this book has already been published released in a different format (hardback vs trade paperback vs mass market paperback). The really bad part is I'm such a moron. I keep a spreadsheet listing all the books I own (I know, that makes me anal-retentive, not moronic), and I even checked the listing to "be sure" I didn't already have the book, because the title sounded familiar. (That's the part that makes me a moron.) Luckily, I was able to take the book to the local store of this chain, and return it for store credit.
Rant #3
Cats who bite. Or maybe the rant should just be about cats in general. It drives me nuts. Stinkerbelle will climb up on me, and then if I try to pet her while she's laying on me, she'll bite me. I'm also just a wee bit tired of being woken up between 3 & 5 in the morning, when she decides it's "quality time" and wants me to pet her. She climbs up on my shoulder and just starts meowing until I pet her. If I stop before she's ready, she puts her paw on my face. I haven't decided if the message is a gentle "please don't stop yet" or a more urgent "keep petting me, or I'll claw your face to shreds". Sometimes she makes this funny grunting sound if I stop or if I'm petting too slowly. Reminds me a bit of the grunts that the big cats make.
Rant #4
I went out to eat Friday night at a somewhat more upscale restaurant than I normally go to. When the hostess seated me, she makes this comment - "I wish I was brave enough to go eat by myself." Wow. Way to make me feel like a total loser by having to go out by myself. Not to mention the table she sat me at was waaaaaaaaaaay crappy. It wasn't so much the table as it was the floor. It wasn't even, so my chair and table were at a tilt. Seriously. Light-weight items would have slid off the table.
*Not ranting, just rambling*
I probably won't go back to that place. I would be tempted to go to the bar area, but only if they had happy hour specials. I tried 2 different drinks. The first one was $10. The 2nd one cost $9 - a passion fruit margarita. It was very good. I had 2 of those. I could have had another, but I was frugal. Frugal. *snort* Right. My check was $51 plus change, before tip. I'm soooooooooooooo frugal. I muchly prefer going somewhere that my check will be under $20. Especially when it's just for one person. I could deal with a $50 check if I was paying for 2 people.
*Back to ranting*
Rant #5
I really dislike Best Buy. I went to Best Buy last night, wanting to buy a laptop and/or a new TV (I want a flatscreen). I walked around looking at stuff for probably 30 minutes. I had questions, but the sales associates wouldn't even ask if I needed assistance. I was trying to catch their eyes, but they would walk right past me to offere assistance to someone else who just walked into the area. Arkieboy wanted a video camera, so I went over to that area (he already had one picked out). When I got over to the cameras, there were 3 associates standing together, just talking. We stood there, looking at the one camera, for about 5 minutes. I told arkieboy that I was going to count to 10, and if someone hadn't come over by then to help us, we were leaving. He was all, "But, Mom", but I told him I didn't care, this was pissing me off, and we would go somewhere else. Luckily for him, finally one of the dufus's came over before I could begin my count. Later, I went to Circuit City, because I really wanted a laptop. Service there was just as crappy. But I did go ahead and get a laptop. It just pisses me off when these snotty little teenagers decide that I (a potential customer) am not worth their time or something. I don't know if they think I can't afford the items, or what their deal is, but it really pisses me off.
I forgot (or didn't even know) that this was the weekend. I hate DST. You want more "sunlight" hours? Get up earlier on your own, but don't make me do it. My body knows, that even though the clock says "6:00", that it's really Five.Freaking.O'clock. in the morning. And then when people say it gives you more hours in the day???? No, it doesn't. There are still only 24 hours in the day. Deal with it.
Rant #2
Book publishers who re-release books in different formats and book sellers who show those as "new releases". OK, and the moron who doesn't or can't remember that she already has that book, so orders it online because it's a new book! I think they should be required to include a statement to the effect that this book has already been published released in a different format (hardback vs trade paperback vs mass market paperback). The really bad part is I'm such a moron. I keep a spreadsheet listing all the books I own (I know, that makes me anal-retentive, not moronic), and I even checked the listing to "be sure" I didn't already have the book, because the title sounded familiar. (That's the part that makes me a moron.) Luckily, I was able to take the book to the local store of this chain, and return it for store credit.
Rant #3
Cats who bite. Or maybe the rant should just be about cats in general. It drives me nuts. Stinkerbelle will climb up on me, and then if I try to pet her while she's laying on me, she'll bite me. I'm also just a wee bit tired of being woken up between 3 & 5 in the morning, when she decides it's "quality time" and wants me to pet her. She climbs up on my shoulder and just starts meowing until I pet her. If I stop before she's ready, she puts her paw on my face. I haven't decided if the message is a gentle "please don't stop yet" or a more urgent "keep petting me, or I'll claw your face to shreds". Sometimes she makes this funny grunting sound if I stop or if I'm petting too slowly. Reminds me a bit of the grunts that the big cats make.
Rant #4
I went out to eat Friday night at a somewhat more upscale restaurant than I normally go to. When the hostess seated me, she makes this comment - "I wish I was brave enough to go eat by myself." Wow. Way to make me feel like a total loser by having to go out by myself. Not to mention the table she sat me at was waaaaaaaaaaay crappy. It wasn't so much the table as it was the floor. It wasn't even, so my chair and table were at a tilt. Seriously. Light-weight items would have slid off the table.
*Not ranting, just rambling*
I probably won't go back to that place. I would be tempted to go to the bar area, but only if they had happy hour specials. I tried 2 different drinks. The first one was $10. The 2nd one cost $9 - a passion fruit margarita. It was very good. I had 2 of those. I could have had another, but I was frugal. Frugal. *snort* Right. My check was $51 plus change, before tip. I'm soooooooooooooo frugal. I muchly prefer going somewhere that my check will be under $20. Especially when it's just for one person. I could deal with a $50 check if I was paying for 2 people.
*Back to ranting*
Rant #5
I really dislike Best Buy. I went to Best Buy last night, wanting to buy a laptop and/or a new TV (I want a flatscreen). I walked around looking at stuff for probably 30 minutes. I had questions, but the sales associates wouldn't even ask if I needed assistance. I was trying to catch their eyes, but they would walk right past me to offere assistance to someone else who just walked into the area. Arkieboy wanted a video camera, so I went over to that area (he already had one picked out). When I got over to the cameras, there were 3 associates standing together, just talking. We stood there, looking at the one camera, for about 5 minutes. I told arkieboy that I was going to count to 10, and if someone hadn't come over by then to help us, we were leaving. He was all, "But, Mom", but I told him I didn't care, this was pissing me off, and we would go somewhere else. Luckily for him, finally one of the dufus's came over before I could begin my count. Later, I went to Circuit City, because I really wanted a laptop. Service there was just as crappy. But I did go ahead and get a laptop. It just pisses me off when these snotty little teenagers decide that I (a potential customer) am not worth their time or something. I don't know if they think I can't afford the items, or what their deal is, but it really pisses me off.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Whoa
I can't believe it's already March. Time is just flying. Still haven't called ComCast. Still having intermittent internet service. They suck muchly.
Work is frustrating me. Yesterday, I worked my freakin azz off. At 12:45, I put my pen down and said (to myself), "I'm going to lunch. I have to stop." Got back from lunch, jumped right back into it, and didn't come up for air until 4:30. I need some help. It doesn't seem to be coming anytime soon. I'm taking a vacation in a couple of weeks, and if no one knows how to do any of my stuff while I'm gone, OH.WELL. I really don't want them mucking about in my stuff anyway.
I have been watching waaaaaaaaay too much Buffy and The Vampire Slayer lately. I bought all the seasons on DVD, and I'm up to season 4, I think. A couple of weeks ago, I had a really bizarre dream that was mostly work related, but it also had Giles, the Watcher from Buffy in it. There was also a Ukranian chef who had most recently lived in Russia and worked as a mercenary, whose name was Frody.
I'm getting new living room furniture in about 3 weeks. Hopefully, I'll have internet access from home then, and will be able to post pics. (If the house is clean enough to take pics I would be willing to share, that is.)
Oops! Lunch hour is over. See ya around!
*smooch*
Work is frustrating me. Yesterday, I worked my freakin azz off. At 12:45, I put my pen down and said (to myself), "I'm going to lunch. I have to stop." Got back from lunch, jumped right back into it, and didn't come up for air until 4:30. I need some help. It doesn't seem to be coming anytime soon. I'm taking a vacation in a couple of weeks, and if no one knows how to do any of my stuff while I'm gone, OH.WELL. I really don't want them mucking about in my stuff anyway.
I have been watching waaaaaaaaay too much Buffy and The Vampire Slayer lately. I bought all the seasons on DVD, and I'm up to season 4, I think. A couple of weeks ago, I had a really bizarre dream that was mostly work related, but it also had Giles, the Watcher from Buffy in it. There was also a Ukranian chef who had most recently lived in Russia and worked as a mercenary, whose name was Frody.
I'm getting new living room furniture in about 3 weeks. Hopefully, I'll have internet access from home then, and will be able to post pics. (If the house is clean enough to take pics I would be willing to share, that is.)
Oops! Lunch hour is over. See ya around!
*smooch*
