January 26, 2009
It's Been a Long Day
Way too many things going on, way too much stuff going wrong. Top it off by an email that just ticked me off.
I give up. I've got a book I haven't had time to even look at yet. I'm going to go read.
I give up. I've got a book I haven't had time to even look at yet. I'm going to go read.
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January 23, 2009
Maybe It Did Just Get Up and Walk Out
I have lost my microwaveable hot pack. Has anyone seen it? I used it just the other day and now it's gone.
It looks like this. I'm too too lazy to download a pic and post it - thus the link to something that looks like it.
My neck and shoulders often bother me, so I bought this to warm them up and ease the muscles a bit. I use it regularly and I like it. Now it has... disappeared, hit the road, slinked out of sight.
This makes me sad. I did do lots of backward stretching at pilates today with the ladder barrel, but I really need that hot pack. Guess I'll have to buy a new one tomorrow.
It looks like this. I'm too too lazy to download a pic and post it - thus the link to something that looks like it.
My neck and shoulders often bother me, so I bought this to warm them up and ease the muscles a bit. I use it regularly and I like it. Now it has... disappeared, hit the road, slinked out of sight.
This makes me sad. I did do lots of backward stretching at pilates today with the ladder barrel, but I really need that hot pack. Guess I'll have to buy a new one tomorrow.
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January 21, 2009
Because Things Were a Bit Dull
Life decided to rain down a bit of extra fun upon me today.
Yes folks, the UPS driver got stuck in the driveway. Not only stuck, but he also managed to rip it to shreds in his attempts to extricate his vehicle.
*sigh*
I'm not exactly sure how he managed the feat, but at the exact junction of our part of the drive and the neighbor's leading to the common bit, he ended up stuck on the ice directly blocking both driveways. Think of a Y and the truck stuck directly across the bit where the V meets the I.
He had come up to my house to drop off a box. I can only assume he backed down the drive to the junction (why he would do this instead of turning around is anyone's guess). Then upon trying to back his truck around the extra sharp curve and up to the neighbor's house, he got stuck. (my neighbor's son works out of the house next door and UPS visits daily)
I had no idea any of this was going on until I tried to leave for my pilates class. That's when I found the truck blocking the drive, my neighbor's son out there trying to help him, and this incredibly gifted in-duh-vidual spinning his wheels like mad in an attempt to move. There was burning rubber smoke everywhere.
At some point in time, he had put chains on the back tires. So, when he was spinning like mad, he was tearing through the asphalt like mad too. The damage had been done. He had already dug a lovely double trench into the driveway.
I got out of my car took one look and wanted to strangle him. Instead I told them to hold on, went and got salt and started making an attempt to get the ice melted to the point where he could move.
There was much pushing of the truck going on. (as if one person pushing a truck weighing several tons is going to make one iota of difference - what is it with guys pushing trucks?).
The salt allowed him to swing the truck around nearly enough... nearly.
Unfortunately, it wasn't quite enough. And in addition to the trench dug into the middle of the drive, he also managed to dig another into the side of the driveway.
When I said "you NEED to call a tow truck" the in-duh-vidual looked at me, laughed the same type of laugh you hear from Goofy (yes the Disney character) and in that same type of voice said... Yup.
Apparently he figured I was kidding, and climbed into the truck to continue trying to dig up the entire side of the driveway or pop his tires - whichever came first.
After 45 minutes, he managed to rock himself out of there. Leaving the carnage behind. My neighbor's son was supposed to call UPS to make a claim.
Up until now, every UPS driver I've ever dealt with has been very good at his job. Very sharp, and all excellent drivers.
Where they got this guy, I have no idea. It was like they ventured out to a shack in the woods and said "Hey dude, you wanna drive a truck for a while? It'll be fun".
Very luckily for all parties involved, I was able to go to the pilates studio and there was a spot available in the class directly after mine. So, I did get a chance to work out.
I'd still like to strangle all involved. How can people be so stupid as to spin the tires to the point of making smoke and figure it was "okay" as long as the truck gets moved.
Why is it that "it only needs to go a little bit further and it will be out" is carte blanche for trying to move a heavy vehicle instead of calling a guy with a winch to come give it a little tug. It would have taken a very short period of time - the truck would have been out and no damage done.
Now - this idiot's problem is mine. We get the added fun of finding someone to come repair the drive and badgering UPS to pay for it. All because he wouldn't get out the phone and call someone - we now have to get things fixed.
We won't even think about what this might do the next time we have to use the snowblower.
Oh joy.
And just to prove I am NOT a real photographer, it never occured to me even one time to pull out my blackberry and take pictures. I was too pissed off.
Damn I hate idiots.
Yes folks, the UPS driver got stuck in the driveway. Not only stuck, but he also managed to rip it to shreds in his attempts to extricate his vehicle.
*sigh*
I'm not exactly sure how he managed the feat, but at the exact junction of our part of the drive and the neighbor's leading to the common bit, he ended up stuck on the ice directly blocking both driveways. Think of a Y and the truck stuck directly across the bit where the V meets the I.
He had come up to my house to drop off a box. I can only assume he backed down the drive to the junction (why he would do this instead of turning around is anyone's guess). Then upon trying to back his truck around the extra sharp curve and up to the neighbor's house, he got stuck. (my neighbor's son works out of the house next door and UPS visits daily)
I had no idea any of this was going on until I tried to leave for my pilates class. That's when I found the truck blocking the drive, my neighbor's son out there trying to help him, and this incredibly gifted in-duh-vidual spinning his wheels like mad in an attempt to move. There was burning rubber smoke everywhere.
At some point in time, he had put chains on the back tires. So, when he was spinning like mad, he was tearing through the asphalt like mad too. The damage had been done. He had already dug a lovely double trench into the driveway.
I got out of my car took one look and wanted to strangle him. Instead I told them to hold on, went and got salt and started making an attempt to get the ice melted to the point where he could move.
There was much pushing of the truck going on. (as if one person pushing a truck weighing several tons is going to make one iota of difference - what is it with guys pushing trucks?).
The salt allowed him to swing the truck around nearly enough... nearly.
Unfortunately, it wasn't quite enough. And in addition to the trench dug into the middle of the drive, he also managed to dig another into the side of the driveway.
When I said "you NEED to call a tow truck" the in-duh-vidual looked at me, laughed the same type of laugh you hear from Goofy (yes the Disney character) and in that same type of voice said... Yup.
Apparently he figured I was kidding, and climbed into the truck to continue trying to dig up the entire side of the driveway or pop his tires - whichever came first.
After 45 minutes, he managed to rock himself out of there. Leaving the carnage behind. My neighbor's son was supposed to call UPS to make a claim.
Up until now, every UPS driver I've ever dealt with has been very good at his job. Very sharp, and all excellent drivers.
Where they got this guy, I have no idea. It was like they ventured out to a shack in the woods and said "Hey dude, you wanna drive a truck for a while? It'll be fun".
Very luckily for all parties involved, I was able to go to the pilates studio and there was a spot available in the class directly after mine. So, I did get a chance to work out.
I'd still like to strangle all involved. How can people be so stupid as to spin the tires to the point of making smoke and figure it was "okay" as long as the truck gets moved.
Why is it that "it only needs to go a little bit further and it will be out" is carte blanche for trying to move a heavy vehicle instead of calling a guy with a winch to come give it a little tug. It would have taken a very short period of time - the truck would have been out and no damage done.
Now - this idiot's problem is mine. We get the added fun of finding someone to come repair the drive and badgering UPS to pay for it. All because he wouldn't get out the phone and call someone - we now have to get things fixed.
We won't even think about what this might do the next time we have to use the snowblower.
Oh joy.
And just to prove I am NOT a real photographer, it never occured to me even one time to pull out my blackberry and take pictures. I was too pissed off.
Damn I hate idiots.
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January 19, 2009
Definitely Monday
The heater is acting wonky
Last night the temp was set to 65 degrees, it turned on at one point (about 3am) and didn't turn off until it was over 70. No, it's not supposed to do that.
I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating like mad. Thought I was having a hot flash.
Called the heating people today - they're supposed to send someone out to fix it.
Problem? I just realized we got 5+ inches of snow last night. While my car has no problem navigating the driveway with the snow, I'm not sure the same can be said for the van the heating company guys use.
Second problem? I've forgotten how to get the snow blower going. My husband does the job nearly all the time, so I don't believe I've fired the thing up more than once or twice in 3 years.
There is a process.
I can't remember it.
*sigh*
A call is in to my husband - hopefully he'll get back to me before the heater guy comes to our drive, takes one look, and leaves again.
PS: too late - just got a call, the guy is on the way. Fingers crossed that he can get up here.
Last night the temp was set to 65 degrees, it turned on at one point (about 3am) and didn't turn off until it was over 70. No, it's not supposed to do that.
I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating like mad. Thought I was having a hot flash.
Called the heating people today - they're supposed to send someone out to fix it.
Problem? I just realized we got 5+ inches of snow last night. While my car has no problem navigating the driveway with the snow, I'm not sure the same can be said for the van the heating company guys use.
Second problem? I've forgotten how to get the snow blower going. My husband does the job nearly all the time, so I don't believe I've fired the thing up more than once or twice in 3 years.
There is a process.
I can't remember it.
*sigh*
A call is in to my husband - hopefully he'll get back to me before the heater guy comes to our drive, takes one look, and leaves again.
PS: too late - just got a call, the guy is on the way. Fingers crossed that he can get up here.
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January 13, 2009
The Eyes Have It
Today I went in for my yearly eye exam. I'm out of contact lenses which is my cue to call and make an appointment (if I can remember it after I get done with my morning routine - always problematical).
This is a pretty nice office smack in the middle of nowhere. While I'm sure they wouldn't describe it that way, that's how it seems to me. They're still on "country time" out here, in other words everyone moves slowly and no one has anything else to do so what's the rush... And today was apparently the day for disabled people to get their eyes checked which takes slow movement and turns it into an art form.
I arrived 10 minutes before my appointment time and sat... and sat... and sat...
Yes, there were 2 people ahead of me, both of whom were disabled and using walkers. Plus one woman who was the wife of one of the disabled guys. All were there for their eye exams. The 2 using walkers took approximately 10 minutes each to traverse from the waiting room to the exam room. About 20 feet or so.
Either they did not say they were disabled when they called for the appointment or no one felt it necessary to allow extra time for them. So I ended up waiting an extra 40 minutes past my appointment time for my own exam.
The ophthalmologist apologized profusely, although really it wasn't her fault. She isn't the primary owner of the business, she takes the appointments assigned to her.
No, the fault here lies in 2 places. First the person making the appointment should tell the receptionist that they are disabled and it will take a bit longer for their appointment. Once they've been in - this should also be prominently marked on their chart. (of course these people might have done that and the office manager might not have listened - hard to say)
I know this could be me one day, tottering around with a walker. I have no issue with people having to move slowly because they are disabled. I do have an issue with people being impolite. And I consider it extremely impolite to have to sit and wait because other people don't plan well.
Why is their time more important than mine?
This is a pretty nice office smack in the middle of nowhere. While I'm sure they wouldn't describe it that way, that's how it seems to me. They're still on "country time" out here, in other words everyone moves slowly and no one has anything else to do so what's the rush... And today was apparently the day for disabled people to get their eyes checked which takes slow movement and turns it into an art form.
I arrived 10 minutes before my appointment time and sat... and sat... and sat...
Yes, there were 2 people ahead of me, both of whom were disabled and using walkers. Plus one woman who was the wife of one of the disabled guys. All were there for their eye exams. The 2 using walkers took approximately 10 minutes each to traverse from the waiting room to the exam room. About 20 feet or so.
Either they did not say they were disabled when they called for the appointment or no one felt it necessary to allow extra time for them. So I ended up waiting an extra 40 minutes past my appointment time for my own exam.
The ophthalmologist apologized profusely, although really it wasn't her fault. She isn't the primary owner of the business, she takes the appointments assigned to her.
No, the fault here lies in 2 places. First the person making the appointment should tell the receptionist that they are disabled and it will take a bit longer for their appointment. Once they've been in - this should also be prominently marked on their chart. (of course these people might have done that and the office manager might not have listened - hard to say)
I know this could be me one day, tottering around with a walker. I have no issue with people having to move slowly because they are disabled. I do have an issue with people being impolite. And I consider it extremely impolite to have to sit and wait because other people don't plan well.
Why is their time more important than mine?
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The Pillow
It's time for me to look for a new pillow to sleep on. I noted in my facebook blurb - I hate pillow shopping. Really really hate it.
As my mother was wont to point out when I was growing up - I have wide shoulders - she called them "football shoulders". (quick with the compliments she was back then) For one thing it makes finding woven shirts and dressier coats far more difficult. Unless I get the larger sizes they don't fit in the shoulders, with the larger sizes I look like I'm wearing a tent. *sigh* Add to this my height and you have a recipe for fashion disaster.
However, the shoulder issue carries directly over to pillows. I am mostly a side sleeper. Not always but mostly. I move all over the place though. Certainly not a quiet sleeper at all. And I have never found a pillow I "love". I've had synthetic, down, memory foam (absolutely hated it), hard, soft, medium, pillows with channels... you name it. I draw the line at those water pillows. It would be my luck that the stupid thing would break on me in the middle of the night.
I use them for a while and most even give me enough support that I can manage to eek out about a years worth of use.
But then it starts - I wake up several times a night, my neck muscles are tense all the time and stiff when I wake up. Then it progresses... I wake up and my hand or even my entire arm will be numb. That's when I finally bow to the inevitable, it's time to look for a new pillow. * insert majorly deep sigh in this space *
Also, I have found that I can not sleep on 2 pillows. When I must "sleep" with my head propped up, for whatever reason, I always feel as if I was awake all night long. I have no idea what I'd do if I had to sleep in a semi-seated position... probably go bats from lack of real sleep.
I've done tons of online researching. There are doctors who sell their own pillows, magazines that do articles on pillows, there are all kinds of different pillow stuffings. But all I want is one that supports my head and neck. One that doesn't prop my head up at a weird angle.
One that lets me sleep.
Seems like it's the impossible dream.
As my mother was wont to point out when I was growing up - I have wide shoulders - she called them "football shoulders". (quick with the compliments she was back then) For one thing it makes finding woven shirts and dressier coats far more difficult. Unless I get the larger sizes they don't fit in the shoulders, with the larger sizes I look like I'm wearing a tent. *sigh* Add to this my height and you have a recipe for fashion disaster.
However, the shoulder issue carries directly over to pillows. I am mostly a side sleeper. Not always but mostly. I move all over the place though. Certainly not a quiet sleeper at all. And I have never found a pillow I "love". I've had synthetic, down, memory foam (absolutely hated it), hard, soft, medium, pillows with channels... you name it. I draw the line at those water pillows. It would be my luck that the stupid thing would break on me in the middle of the night.
I use them for a while and most even give me enough support that I can manage to eek out about a years worth of use.
But then it starts - I wake up several times a night, my neck muscles are tense all the time and stiff when I wake up. Then it progresses... I wake up and my hand or even my entire arm will be numb. That's when I finally bow to the inevitable, it's time to look for a new pillow. * insert majorly deep sigh in this space *
Also, I have found that I can not sleep on 2 pillows. When I must "sleep" with my head propped up, for whatever reason, I always feel as if I was awake all night long. I have no idea what I'd do if I had to sleep in a semi-seated position... probably go bats from lack of real sleep.
I've done tons of online researching. There are doctors who sell their own pillows, magazines that do articles on pillows, there are all kinds of different pillow stuffings. But all I want is one that supports my head and neck. One that doesn't prop my head up at a weird angle.
One that lets me sleep.
Seems like it's the impossible dream.
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January 03, 2009
Paper Work
I've been doing my end of year paper work. Oh joy. Something calculated to irritate the living daylights out of me.
Because I work from my house, I have extra things that need to be added up every year for tax purposes.
Every year I have the best of intentions (which is exactly why I'm headed straight to hell in the end) and I have a system. I have 3 ring binders with pocket holders, one pocket for every type of monthly statement that comes in.
At the beginning of every year, I'm diligent about paying the bills then filing the papers for the year end. By the end of the year, I'm diligent about paying the bills... the papers... well the papers accumulate into a large messy pile on my desk. Whereupon I look at them and think... gee I should take some time and file those... but not right now.
At the end of the year, I pull the papers from their pockets, add up the relevant dollar amounts, give the amounts to my husband for when he does the taxes, and file them in a large file storage box I have.
Have I put you to sleep yet? I was starting to nod off onto my keyboard.
Today I decided to tackle the pile of papers on my desk. That's when I realized it was the year end - yeah, I vaguely remember that whole New Year thing the other night. So, instead of filing them away today, then hauling it all out next week to go through the entire mess again, I decided to do it all in one fell swoop.
After mucking about all afternoon, I have determined I need to do one more thing this coming year. I need to add the amounts into my spreadsheet as I get the relevant bills instead of waiting until year end. This way I don't have to spend hours sorting and looking for that one line with the number I need... I can do it a little bit at a time.
Will I be able to keep it up? We shall see. I am not optimistic. However, the notation shall go onto my bill pay reminder on my blackberry. Then all I have to do is move the receipts from the ring binder to the final storage next year.
Too bad I can't set up a computer program to do it all for me. Unfortunately, several bills are not even online - and probably will not be for the foreseeable future.
It is a small town here - about 15 years behind the times...
Now, if you'll excuse me - I have to track down several heating oil bills that have been stashed in the wrong place and find my donations from this year so I can print the receipts. At least I have a new printer, that's really the only upside to this chore - I won't have to go buy new ink to make the printer work this time.
Because I work from my house, I have extra things that need to be added up every year for tax purposes.
Every year I have the best of intentions (which is exactly why I'm headed straight to hell in the end) and I have a system. I have 3 ring binders with pocket holders, one pocket for every type of monthly statement that comes in.
At the beginning of every year, I'm diligent about paying the bills then filing the papers for the year end. By the end of the year, I'm diligent about paying the bills... the papers... well the papers accumulate into a large messy pile on my desk. Whereupon I look at them and think... gee I should take some time and file those... but not right now.
At the end of the year, I pull the papers from their pockets, add up the relevant dollar amounts, give the amounts to my husband for when he does the taxes, and file them in a large file storage box I have.
Have I put you to sleep yet? I was starting to nod off onto my keyboard.
Today I decided to tackle the pile of papers on my desk. That's when I realized it was the year end - yeah, I vaguely remember that whole New Year thing the other night. So, instead of filing them away today, then hauling it all out next week to go through the entire mess again, I decided to do it all in one fell swoop.
After mucking about all afternoon, I have determined I need to do one more thing this coming year. I need to add the amounts into my spreadsheet as I get the relevant bills instead of waiting until year end. This way I don't have to spend hours sorting and looking for that one line with the number I need... I can do it a little bit at a time.
Will I be able to keep it up? We shall see. I am not optimistic. However, the notation shall go onto my bill pay reminder on my blackberry. Then all I have to do is move the receipts from the ring binder to the final storage next year.
Too bad I can't set up a computer program to do it all for me. Unfortunately, several bills are not even online - and probably will not be for the foreseeable future.
It is a small town here - about 15 years behind the times...
Now, if you'll excuse me - I have to track down several heating oil bills that have been stashed in the wrong place and find my donations from this year so I can print the receipts. At least I have a new printer, that's really the only upside to this chore - I won't have to go buy new ink to make the printer work this time.
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