Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
late at night
Guess what? I have a blog
I was just making sure that you remembered, too. I have so much to write about and my blog has been so neglected lately. I wrote every day in November, and then couldn’t manage to write more than one entry in the next few months? That’s pretty lame. So, what’s new? Seven new feline residents, some of them kind of scary, but in a “scary, but we’re hoping to tame them” kind of way. Of course, we just named one of them Pandora, so you can guess that they’re not instantly cuddling in bed with us. In fact, one of them can’t be touched at all…yet. Felines and disability. I finally have a court date for my disability case - May 19th. Such a relief, but so scary at the same time.
I have to get to bed now because we’re probably going to Vegas in the morning, and our Vegas/doctor trips are long, long, loooooong days. But, I wanted to let you know that I hadn’t forgotten about you and that I’ll soon have kitty info and pictures. You’ll get to meet our new three-legged pal, Willly. Three l’s in Willly. We think he very recently had his leg amputated because he’s not very good at getting around on three legs - he seems to get tired easily, plus he keeps trying to scratch his ear with the leg that’s missing. It’s sad to watch, so I try to scratch his ear for him, but I’m not sure if I’m doing a good job on it. I think you’ll like Willly - he’s a nice boy and has fascinating eyes that have pigment eyeliner all around the rims of his eyes. They’re cool and spooky at the same time.
Gotta go, but see you soon.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Idiot of the Day - thanks for the “help”, PayPal
Wrote to PayPal to get a question answered regarding an address typo. This was the “helpful” response. “I acknowledge your effort in taking time to contact us. Please do not worry because your issue will be resolved. To resolve your issue, you need to give us a call at 402-935-7733/1-888-221-1161 so we can quickly resolve your concern. Should you have other concerns please do not hesitate to send another email. Our aim is to satisfy all your needs and give you the best customer experience.”
Update - I responded to that PayPal email with, “Could you just answer my question?” I expected another canned unhelpful response, but to my surprise, a few days later, I received a phone call letting me know that my transposed address numbers had been corrected in my account. Yay! So, thanks for helping the second time around, PayPal. It was much appreciated, although it would’ve been easier (but not blog material), if someone would’ve read and answered my first email. However, I’m happy with the resolution, so I’ll hang on to that as my latest PayPal experience. You guys are still in the hole for the year, but maybe it can be fixed soon. I want to like you, really, I do.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
the wee hours
What’s Worse Than Waking Up With a Black Eye?
Waking up with a flat tire. And, a forecast of rain all week. Oh, and running out of toilet paper. The black eye was a surprise because I tripped over the cords next to the bed a week or so ago and hit my head on the little mobile desk where I put my laptop, my iPod, and my new little Dell Axim PDA (that doesn’t work as a PDA - all its functions are shut off, except for the clinical trial diary that only allows me to click yes or no and send), so I figured the black eye wouldn’t show up. It’s funny, because I always worry about one of the dogs tripping on the cords and yanking my laptop off the desk and breaking it. Instead, I did it, but because I was so worried about not tripping and falling on the dogs or breaking my laptop, my forehead took the biggest blow. Better me than the laptop. When I woke up this morning, my eye was red and swollen halfway shut. I thought it was allergies or pink eye or something, but the swelling went down right away, but my eyelid stayed purple. It was like magenta eyeshadow. My forehead has a nice little lump, but it was so far above my eye that I had no idea that I’d get a black eye from it. Er, a purple eye. My forehead doesn’t even really hurt much anymore - I figured a black eye would show up when the original injury still hurt.
The tire that I had to fill up a week or two ago in the freezing freezing night air apparently decided that it had had enough. It just went completely flat. I got to figure out how to get the teeny spare out from under the car, get the jack out of its cute little hiding place, then use up all the energy and strength I had to get the lug nuts off the flat. It’s time they invented a better way of putting a tire on a car. I was just barely strong enough to get the lug nuts off, and if they’d been even a tiny smidgen tighter, I would’ve had to ask one of the manly neighbors for help. I shouldn’t have to ask for help when changing a tire. There should be some little lock that when undone, makes the lug nuts fly off the wheel. Okay, not fly off, but come off easily. I’m going to be sore for at least a week from just changing one tire, and it’s just a temporary fix since it’s one of those crappy little half tires. Fun. Oh yeah, and I had to rush to change the tire in between bursts of rain. I miss my AAA membership. I miss having decent tires more though, I guess.
The silver lining in all this is…at least I have my pain meds back, so my tire changing pain will be kept to a dull roar. No, wait, the silver lining was that I was able to change the tire without any help from anyone. Sure, I’m going to pay for it physically, but psychologically, it was nice to be able to do it. I think I’ve only changed (or attempted to change) one tire before and I had a AAA membership, so when I couldn’t get all the lug nuts off, the nice man with the tow truck did it for me. I like knowing that I can do it, if I have to, but I’d rather watch someone else change my tires…especially when it’s cold and damp outside.
Now, to get some sleep, because the toilet paper isn’t going to buy itself. You know one thing I miss about Vegas? Grocery stores that deliver. That was handy. Also, stores within a block of the house, which was also handy. If I had car problems in Vegas, I could walk to the store easily. Here, not only isn’t here any public transportation (there wasn’t near the house in Vegas either), but there’s nothing within walking distance. The closest “convenience” store is 3.5 miles away, and if I’m going that far, I may as well go the 5 miles to Walmart or Smith’s and pay a quarter of the price. I know that 5 miles doesn’t seem all that far away, but when you’re used to less than half a mile to a grocery store, 7-Eleven, Walgreen’s, a gas station, two Starbucks, etc., 5 miles seems kind of far. Then again, I sure do like the peace and quiet here w/ the twinkling stars in the night sky. That’s worth a five mile drive, to not have to hear sirens and traffic all day, every day. We’ve heard sirens exactly once since we moved here. Once! And the people across the street with the ten yapping dogs…they moved. Yay! So, quiet replaces convenience. Okay. Now, if the tires could stop going flat…
Monday, December 06, 2010
“Kitty Cat Bliss”
Awwwwwww, it’s so sweet!
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
terribly early in the morning
NaBloPoMo - Ovah!