Posts Tagged ‘Working It’

So I finally did my paperwork today. I suffer from serious procrastination and am the despair of the Northwest Kidney Centers Accounting Department. This particular paperwork was for last month. It’s a miracle they don’t send out a hit squad.

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I appreciate the many offers of baked goods, but I need to confess that, when I post shit to the internets, I don’t REALLY expect people to appease me.  I just don’t really ever think about the consequences of my actions, mostly because I have the attention span of a squirrel on meth but also because I never remember that the seven awesome people that are my loyal readers tend to want me to have whatever I want. You guys spoil me.You have ruined me for all other readers.

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My awesome handmade Swedish Stitcher bag is arriving on Monday. I AM SO EXCITED. My friend Tammie makes these lovely bags, each more a usable work of art than a mere accessory, and my bag is finally coming.

It initially was absconded with by the Post Office. Those bastards wrecked the strap, but Tammie got it back and fixed it and dudes, I am so looking forward to this bag, my head may very well implode.

There will be pictures, oh yes.

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I would like to wish Chris Walton a very happy birthday. Hey, cool guy. I like you.

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So, I am selling most all of my books this week. My entire Terry Pratchett collection and all. I realized the other day that I really only read shit on the Kindle that you guys got me. It’s just too hard to hold onto a regular paperback, much less a hardcover, and if I can’t read them, why do I have them? Just to have? THAT, my friends, is the mindset that led me to keeping giant pots of dirt in my cupboards, and I refuse to repeat THAT little object lesson on letting go.

Plus, the money is needed. Isn’t it always?

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OK, NAPTIME. Woot.

So.

Last year, the internet gave me a Kindle. This was awesome,  and not just because my friends are awesome, but because reading is like breathing, it must be done regularly and the Kindle makes it far easier for me, especially with the rheumatoid arthritis. I have the arthritis, not the Kindle. The Kindle doesn’t have joints. At least not diseased ones.

ANYWAY, I love my Kindle, which I call Robobook, and I take it everywhere with me. I took it to New England at Christmas, and while there I noticed that there was a spot on the screen. It also started taking a long time to load, and it was getting…quirkier by the day.

Also, the front and back were starting to separate, obviously ungood. I sent an email to Amazon, and they sent me a number to call, but I kept getting sick and having surgery and such, and so only got around to calling them today.

ANNNNNND the warranty ran out on the 23rd.

But, and here is why I have a deep abiding love for Amazon, they are replacing it anyway. And no, I didn’t yell at them or anything, they just said that is what they were going to do. And they are sending me a pre-printed label to return the old one.

And this is good because a life without my Robobook is a life not worth living, dudes. SHUT UP.

I hate April Fools Day. It is the second stupidest holiday on the calendar and I HATE IT SO MUCH.

I am enjoying the new arrangement in the living room, however, and when I finished it I wasn’t sure if I liked it, but I was far too tired to continue fucking around with it. Especially since I had moved the sofa back and forth like seven times. It was kind of stupid.

And today I am waiting for the monthly Arrival Of The Boxes. Oh my life, she is so glamorous.

And, as a public service for Census Day: CNN answers Census questions.

For some reason today turned out to be Furniture Rearrangement Day, and I spent all day moving shit around my living room and vacuuming the newly exposed bits of carpet.

And now I am exhausted. No, really, super tired and I would love to go to bed but it’s only 4 PM and somehow that just seems…wrong.

So I ate something and I’m posting and I dunno, maybe I’ll take a fucking shower. I’m just killing time until a reasonable hour for me to go to bed. I’m thinking that if I take my meds at 5 then I’ll be asleep by 6.

6 is reasonable, right?

So three of my pals have birthdays this week. I’m having pancakes with Mighty Hunter on Saturday, and Adam and Robert are having a potluck dinner party on Sunday.

This fits perfectly into my plans as I have decided to make lasagna one last time before summer.

Now some of you have had my lasagna, and it is the crack diddly. I reverse engineered Bev Kaply’s recipe, because that woman does a bit of that then set awhile, blah blah blah and it never comes out like hers, which could be the point, I guess.

For the celebratory lasagna, meaning one I do not intend to eat the entirety of myself, SHUT UP, it COULD HAPPEN, I am using 50% beef and 50% veal, mixed with sauteed cut spinach and then layered in the Kaply Ricotta Mix and no boil pasta sheets. Add the bowel knotting equivalent of an entire cow worth of cheese, and voila!

That’s French for DELICIOUS.

Also, loving the new Google personas. Super fun and easy as hell.

And now the laundry is done. Again. Shut up.