Category: Miscellanea


My own little rant

I wanted to send this on my train ride in but I couldn’t connect. To anything, NY Times, Twitter or e-mail. I also wasn’t getting any text updates and the e-mail icon wasn’t showing up. I was perplexed, thought maybe it was being on the train that was doing it. So I tried it when I got into work. I could send and receive text messages, but couldn’t go ‘online’. I sat there and stared at my phone, then I thought, it’s a mini computer, when you have a problem with your big computer you reboot. So I pressed the power button and got the shut down, airplane mode, or restart screen. So I touched restart. Problem solved. 

What I want to rant about is people who decide they have to disturb you. This morning there were a few seats open, nice seats with nothing on them and plenty of room. This woman decides she has to sit with me. So while I am playing with my phone, trying to get it to work, I have to stop and pick up my stuff so she can sit there.

People drive me crazy.

— Sent from my Palm Pre

>I was away too long

>I didn’t tell you about “Timestalks – Rob Thomas, Singer-Songwriter; A conversation about music”, I didn’t get to tell you about the new washer. I missed posting my postcard on PFF. I have it scanned though and I will do it next week.

Timestalks was an interview with Rob Thomas, there was an audience and toward the end they opened it up for questions from the audience. It wasn’t a concert per se, but he brought his guitar and did some playing and singing, and now for the funny. Tigger was attending a lecture at John Jay. Em was getting her nails done so she asked me to walk down there with him. Which I did, then I walked back to meet her at the Timescenter Stage. She went there from her appointment but needed to find a bathroom. So she starts walking down 41st Street. She sees these two rather large men, and with them, Rob Thomas, she was 5 feet from him and didn’t even say hi. She was very upset, so of course I was razzing her, then she would say something like, “This coming from the person who when she met ….. ” It was a fun time.

Sometime in the past week or so the washer died. Completely. Normally D can get it running again, but this time it was a burnt out motor so no way. Thursday, on our way home from the city, Gwen sent Em a text about Em’s anniversary present. D had found a washer somewhere for a fantastic price. Its a front loader, which is what Em wanted, large capacity, also what Em wanted, and has sensors and things so you don’t have to measure the soap. You set the water temp, the type of clothes you are washing, how well you want them spun out. The washer weighs the clothes and puts in the right amount of soap and water. I did my first load tonight, and the clothes were almost dry coming out of the washer, I didn’t notice any nasty lint on them either like with the old washer. It has a hand wash setting. I may put my tights in see how that works.

The old washer was a washer dryer combination, so we no longer have a dryer. I had to clip my socks to hangers to dry them and hang the towels over the bottom of a hanger. I have a drying rack, but no place to put it. I’m am not really going to miss a dryer, I only used it for towels, sheets and socks and it steamed up the basement horribly.

I am pretty sure there was more to say, that is what I get for not blogging all week. Oh, I got a Palm Pre and got in a minor accident. I will have to talk about those things later.

>I hate coercion

>or just feeling like your being coerced. Someone asking you for help to do something (money) nice for someone, someone you like no less, and they make it sound like if you don’t help them (give them the money). They won’t be able to do it. Then you have to keep the secret, and since it’s not your secret, if you tell you’re in trouble. The biggest problem for me, other then the not telling part, is that when the person thanks me, I can’t accept it because I feel like I had no choice. Not only that, but it means I can’t get this person what I wanted to get them because now I won’t have enough money. I was having a good day. Now I am in a bad mood.

I am annoyed

and not just with my co-worker (who I might just kill before I leave work tonight). I was thinking I would start with the minor annoyances and move up, then I realized they were all minor. I mean, if they were major, they would be problems not annoyances.

The first is I can’t customize my Yankee blog. It is on MLB.com and they have 3 different templates and no way to add widgets or any cool stuff. It is their site and apparently they want the blogs to have a more or less uniform look. I already found out they censor the language. **laughs** I suppose I could always start another blog with blogger and make it pretty, but I have no way of transferring my blog posts to it, or I don’t really want to try, so I will just go along with a Yankee blog with no cool gadgets. I will just have to dress it up with pictures of cool guys.

The other thing that annoyed me today was I had a blog post all typed out on my phone to send, I pressed said, I got a message that said there was a problem, try again, so I did and the message was deleted. I was very annoyed because I jammed my thumbnail last night and it hurts to type out on my phone. The train was pulling into GCT so there was no time to retype it. It took me that long because I kept falling asleep. I am now wondering if I should include jamming my thumbnail as an annoyance, but I don’t think I will, that is more like an injury then an annoyance.

Now that I start listing these things it seems there are not that many things annoying me right now. I can only thing of one more thing. Wachovia is annoying me. I had insufficient fund fees over $200 last month (this week). What really annoys me, is I went to get cash Monday and I checked the balance first, the ATM showed a balance of around $80 dollars. So I got $20 out, one of the overdraft charges is for that withdrawal, it seems at that point I was already overdrawn. If the ATM had showed a negative balance, I wouldn’t have gotten money out. I hate Wachovia. I used to think they were an O.K. bank. Now I hate them.

That seems to be it. I can’t think of anything else bothering me, and now that I have written this out, these things are no longer bothering me. My blog is my therapist.

>Wednesday

>My regular Wednesday off. I had planned to do a lot, and I did, just not exactly what I had planned. I got my taxes done, I got my reimbursement request sent, I bought tickets from Stubhub. I went through my books and sent a list to trade. I like my books and I really don’t want to part with them. However, sending them to someone who also likes to read doesn’t feel bad.

The things I wanted to do but didn’t were going to exercise and do laundry. The laundry didn’t get done because the washing machine was occupied, exercise was just, I got there and didn’t feel like going in. I can’t go tomorrow because for some reason I have to take Tigger to the Verizon store which I really don’t want to do, I want to go exercise and take a nice shower. I don’t see how I can do both. It always takes so long at the Verizon store. For some reason I am the only one who can take him. I want to post about the concert but I need to scan the tickets so you can understand what happened and when I was connected to my scanner I forgot all about them.

It seems kind of lame to end a post like this, but I don’t really have much else to say.

>Another sunny day

>and I am stuck inside and I am sooo freakin’ tired. Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day and there were all these people in funny green hats, I saw one woman in dark conservative clothes with bright green boots on. There were two guys on the train that were so drunk you could hear it in their voices and didn’t want to get within’ 2 feet of, as BRB says, ‘Quality’ people.

>Sunshine today

>bright sunshine in my window, suposed to stay like this until Sunday, when Em and the boys and I are going to be driving to Newark for a concert. Sigh. Reminds me I need to get the ticket from her.

So much to do and so little time to get it done. I have to file my taxes, I have to scan a postcard for this Friday, I am determined not to miss this week. What else do I need to do this week hmm. Oh yes, check on my bank account and check with the eye place about ordering new contacts and keep checking on Yankee tickets for the home opener.

>Red lights and a need for speed

>This morning on my way to the train station at the red light I hate, because it is always red when I get there and people are always cutting the corner and I think they are going to hit me, the light turns green, as I look to the right before I make my left turn I see a car coming fast, too fast to stop. The car barrels through the light like it was green instead of red. If I had turned as soon as the light turned green, we might have met by accident, my accident-his on purpose.

What I don’t understand is why? Why run a red light when its not an emergency. The car turned down the road to the train station, but it was early enough that he didn’t have to go so fast to get there on time so why? He could have gotten hurt running through the light like that if he had hit my car. Especially since I would have punched him in the nose. By the way I don’t know it was a man, its just easier to say he then that person, the car etc.

>Have you ever …

>Gotten an e-mail like this?

Subject: Your Blog Featured at a___-p___-w___ . co . uk

Mar 6

Hello,
This is S_____ from a___-p___-w___ . co . uk.
We stumbled on your blog and found it quite interesting! We operate the largest A___ P___ W___ website featuring more than 30,000 blogs. Our site averages 200,000 uniques visitors per month. As a kind note We have featured your blog at _____. We would be grateful if you could add the following details to your blogroll.

Looking forward for your confirmation.
Thanks
S____

If so what do you do?

My first impulse is to delete them, obviously I didn’t. In fact I even put a button from one site on my book blog. BizyMom’s or something, which kind of bothers me since I’m not a mom, but then, they didn’t ask me if I was.

Back to this question, my second impulse was to click on the link, which the little voice in my head said, “Don’t! Viruses!” I clicked on it, my computer hasn’t exploded yet. Maybe it will later, maybe its on of those dormant viruses. My blog is their featured blog, but I don’t know why, it also has the lowest rating of all the blogs listed there.

This is like when you get those address labels in the mail, and then the sender asks you to send them money. At the risk of revealing to the whole world, or at least 35 followers, that I am a bitch horrible person, I never send money. Legally I don’t have to, and personally I don’t the feeling like I am being coerced. Maybe its my history with abusive relationships, but it just sets my teeth on edge to get that feeling. I also don’t use address labels, if I mail something, I have an address stamp. Besides, I don’t send letters, I don’t even mail my bills, I do it all online.

Bottom line is as soon as I post this I am deleting this e-mail and I am not putting the link up on my blog roll. Just stubborn is me.

>I lead such an exciting life.

>Earlier today I was watching the cat eat. I know you are just wondering how I manage to handle such excitement. But I learned something, I now know why the cat food is all over the floor. He takes a piece of cat food out of the bowl, then he jerks his head back, I’m guessing to throw the piece of food farther into his mouth, then he eats it. My thought is sometime while he is doing this elaborate ritual to eat his food, he must drop some pieces on the floor. Of course once it falls on the floor, he can’t eat it.

This annoys me, we are talking about an animal that drinks out of the toilet! Or he would if I didn’t keep the lid down, which I do because I was tired of cleaning dirty paw prints off the seat. He licks his butt, along with the rest of his body, he sleeps on his litterbox, and he won’t eat food off the floor? Isn’t that just like a man?

He was sleeping on the side of the shoe box, not on the big flat top, on the side.