Was educational. I learned that Bruno Mars is a cutie-pie. And I learned, the length of time it takes to get from GCT to LIC is the same as the time it takes to listen to every Beatles song on my iPod.
Which means I need to buy more Beatles music.
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As I wait for my replacement iPhone I think maybe I shouldn’t have nice things. I haven’t even paid the bill for my phone and I dropped it and shattered the screen. Now I am thinking of what I should have done ….
My Palm Pre Plus was less then a week old the first time I dropped it. I also dropped it at Yankee Stadium when Swisher hit a home run.
I bought this really pretty wallet, it wouldn’t fit in my purse. So I bought a new purse, yesterday the strap broke and I had to throw it out, then scrounge around for a wallet that would fit in my purse. Now my wallet doesn’t match my purse.
If I didn’t have asthma and allergies I would need to carry emergency medicine and I could carry a smaller purse.
Speaking of asthma, I am still coughing with that nasty dry throat hurting cough. The one that wears me out and makes me cranky.
And that is all, says she.
That magical time of year when the days get longer and warmer, or at least are supposed to, green grass and flowers start to stick their little plant heads above ground and produce pollen. Sales of Benadryl skyrocket and allergists start to really earn money. Those of us with asthma triggered by our allergies stand around coughing into our jacket cuffs hoping the full blown asthma attack holds off until we find our inhalers, while onlookers wonder if we have the plague.
Yes spring. Spring can bite me.
I was online, the connection was working, things were great, and then it died. I can’t even look to see the hint for today, which I need to do because I really can’t think of anything to say. I had a thought, an idea and when my connection died, I got so frustrated I just lost it.
And that is all, says she.
If you have every looked at my sidebars you know that I am on twitter. If you follow me on twitter you know that I don’t tweet as much as some, but I do a fair amount. I ‘tweet’ with a lot of Yankee fans from all over the world.
One of them is in New York, whether for business or a vacation I haven’t been able to determine, I think it might be a little of both. He has been going to the Yankee games and Saturday I tried to meet with him, I was standing in the aisle yelling and waving and he and another Yankee fan I know from twitter didn’t hear me. For the rest of the evening I was harassing him, accusing him of ignoring me.
Today when I asked him what was up, he said, I have no plans want to meet? I sent him the address of the bar/pub near my office and he met me there, where we ate and chatted and had a generally good time.
He left his hat at the restaurant, I started teasing again that I had stolen his hat because I was a creepy stalker. He also has a really sweet Honda motorcycle.
So this is not the first person I have met through twitter but I have to say this is probably the most effort someone has put forth to meet me. Kind of amazing when the only communication we have had has been on Facebook and Twitter.
Its nice meeting new people, of course one needs to be careful, you never know when someone might really be a creepy stalker.
Normally I would write about and put some pictures up, but with the connection problems I am having, I am behind on my Yankee blogging.
We were there for the whole day, Em and the boys got manicures. I took some spring pictures of Bryant Park, I will post them later. We went down to see Ashley and had some lunch with a Groupon. The place was just O.K., they didn’t fix Tigger or my burgers right and I got a stomach ache because they had dressing on mine.
The boys went to the train to go home, Em was very nervous, but they got on the train like they were supposed to. When Em asked Tigger if he could find it all right, he held up his smartphone. “Mom I have GPS.”
Em and I went to the game and watched the Yankees beat the Mets, yay yay yay.
And that is all, says she.
The mystery of my spotty internet connection that is. I took my laptop to the boy to look at and he did. He found no problems with the connection and while I was upstairs neither did I, until I came back downstairs to the room where I usually keep it and do my blogging.
It’s the room where my TV is, I like to watch TV and blog, I don’t know why, it’s like I a minor distraction in order to string my words into coherent thoughts.
The basement where my apartment is looks like this: when you come down the stairs the bathroom is to the left from the stairs, the next door over to the right from the bathroom is to my friend’s husband/son’s workroom, it has computers and tools in it, next to that is my TV/sewing room, my TV, sewing machine, laptop, printer and other miscellanea are in there. The last room, next to the back door is my bedroom. There is gray cabinet and the washing machine.
Here is the weird thing that is happening, when I go in the room where I normally go online, where I’ve been going online for a long time and never had a problem until the recent hacker business. Now I am having problems going online there. So I went in my bedroom. I was thinking since there is a window in my bedroom that would help. It didn’t.
So I went in the other room in the basement, the only room that’s not “mine”, and there it works. I went upstairs to tell the boy and he agreed with me that it is weird.
For now and into the foreseeable future, I will be typing my blogs in Word and pasting to WordPress. Such a pain in the butt.
That is all, says she.
For some reason Ronald McDonald is trending on Twitter. It reminds me of this painting I saw:
I have been trying for the past 30 minutes to get the WordPress page to load. I was waiting for the game to end to do my Yankee post and then the computer went fluey on me. Yes that’s a technical word. I don’t know if it is on my end or their end, but if I don’t come back you’ll know why. Stupid technology.
Can a person be too sensitive? I have been told I am too sensitive, when I was a little girl the term was “Crybaby”. My response was to build a wall around me, not trust anyone and keep my feelings deep inside.
Of course that is all difficult to maintain long term. It runs the risk of being called the opposite, “cold”, which I have also been called.
Over the years I have tried to find a middle ground, and sometimes it doesn’t seem worth the effort. Sometimes I just want to close the door and hide from the world. Sometimes I do close the door and hide from the world. The problem is I don’t live alone and someone can always find me. Being caught sulking in your bedroom has its own set of social repercussions.
Along with the sulking is the seething jealousy at the people who are well adjusted socially and don’t say the wrong thing and have perfect poise. Of course no one is really perfect, but when your perception is that you do everything wrong, it is easy to think that there are perfect people. People who never say the wrong thing, so then I start to remember and catalog everything that they have said about me and done to me, all the laughing and calling attention to my faults that I am trying so desperately trying to hide from the world, and of course that doesn’t help matters much.
The wall needs to be fixed, there are too many gaping holes in it where my feelings are leaking out. I need to relearn how not to trust people and how to not care what people say.
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 