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Colleague, on phone: What time do you get off?
Me: I think that's kind of personal and none of your business!
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Mixed Signals

^Cough. Sorry. It tickled my funny bone.

For a long while, I have been searching for a natural replacement for dryer sheets. I've tried any number of things - wool balls (they don't work), tennis balls (nope), etc. The answer, of course, is simple: an old cloth/washcloth with vinegar on it. The sheets that usually come out cracking and popping and being stupidly staticky and covered in hair/lint came out of the dryer like a dream. I put a little orange essential oil on the cloth as well to reduce the vinegar smell. We have a winner!

Let's see, what else have I learned lately that should have come to me ages ago?

-Apparently those little watermelons can't be left in the fridge for a week without getting tough and unpleasant.

-Stretching after doing heavy yardwork is vital for your back, neck, shoulders and arms. Especially if you're a fluffball like I am.

-Stirring natural peanut butter with a chopstick is really the best way to get it done - I tried spoon, butter knife, spatula and fork before I figured that out. A chopstick doesn't displace as much of the oil, reducing the chance of annoying overflow. Plus, it gets down into the nooks and crannies of the jar.

-When the forecast calls for warm and sunny weather on a weekend renowned for being overcast and cool, one should be highly skeptical and not actually expect it to be warm and sunny. Pah!
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Context: someone from Eastern Bloc country stuck in US not by choice is lamenting this fate. Another character tries to offer positives she might like - food, books, film, music, then:

"But most of all the freedom to accept or reject our culture and our politics as you see fit."

Fast forward 34 years and ... not so much, it would seem. :(
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Out and about at lunch, I encountered an older gentleman who said to me, "Your shoe's untied!" then when I went bzuh and looked down, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Gotcha!"

In other news, received a note from my neighbor to the rear. She is putting up a concrete fence and asked if I'd contribute. Financially. Uhhhh. I wouldn't choose a concrete fence, why on Earth would I help pay for it? I will, however, help out by clearing out some of the mess on my side.

I just have to figure out how to say no nicely when I'm really thinking, "HELL no."
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Remember when you could read an Amazon review and it was from a real person? I don't think I've hit a product yet that doesn't have a billion super positive reviews - all from people who managed to get the product for a discount or for free.

Call me a cynic, but I can't be 100% sure they're being honest and they're not just saying what their free product overlords want them to say. The difference between "OMG, this is the best product ever!! I have to tell you I got it for a discount in exchange for my review, but I didn't get paid, so that has nothing to do with my absolute lovity love for this thing!" and "It was just okay." is pretty stark, and that's how they usually go.

All I want to know is if this hose leaks or not, people, can I do it without having to sift through the copious number of bought and paid for reviews?

Also, drove to the city for my (late) dental exam. It was warm enough my car got to 101F by the time I got out. No thanks! I will take "it's a heatwave at 70" coastal life. On the way home, I got stuck behind a slowpoke. Like, seriously slow. We came to the passing lane zone and zip! There he went! I almost caught up (hey, Trix only has 4 cylinders), but couldn't squeak by him. Immediately after the passing zone ended he slowed down to, and I kid you not, 44 MPH. MOTHERPLUCKER!!
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Pickle Picking Fight

Hopefully if you click on that it'll take you to a vid. I heard a bunch of squeaking (followed by deeper, disgruntled meowing) from the kitchen yesterday. I clearly have to play with Pickle more, but honestly, she could play for hours. Mostly sharing for the Beaker-like noises she makes at the 9-10 second mark. She does that to me, too, when she wants me to give her some lovin'. Such a weirdo.

Other random things:

-If I ever hear another person use "liberal media" ever again it'll be too soon. Seriously, so sick of people tossing that around. The one that sparked this was, and I quote: "there are lots of good kids, it's just that the liberal media only tells us about the bad ones." Stop. 1) That's not true and 2) that's just not true.

-I've decided to embrace my age and not give a hoot about how I look if I have to run out for errands on the weekends. Yesterday, I went out with bedhead (hair in messy bun and messy everything else, no make up) and it was quite liberating, until I ran into the only attractive guy in town and instantly gave a hoot. Oh, and by then I was also sweaty with added dishevelment because my hairline plus humidity ain't cute. Unlike on any good Hallmark movie, no one magically found my state of personal disarray charming. Where have all the cowboys gone? More to the point, why can't I maintain my liberated feeling? Gah. So tragic.

-I bought a stud-finder (coincidentally, that was what I was doing in bullet point two), got it home and the blasted thing is telling me the entire wall where I want to hang a cat shelf is full of live wires. *sigh* I know that's not likely, but now I'm nervous to drill into it.

-Can someone explain why Sentinal (cheesy bro-tastic 90s cop show where a cop has heightened senses) fusions are such a thing that every fandom must have a plethora of them and they get like a billionty kudos with hardly any effort on the authors' parts? I opened one once and it seemed to have zero to do with what the cheesy bro-tastic 90s cop show was actually like, mythos-wise, and that's what I find confusing. I get that it's an interesting concept, but in the one I saw, the reference material was only very, very, very loosely being used but seemed to be accepted as what "Sentinal fic" should be. *scratches head* Not sure I'm making sense. It's 3 AM and I should be sleeping.
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You realize you're even more annoyed by the iWatch commercials because they star people you're obviously supposed to know, but you have zero clue who these apparently uber cool people are...
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I have had the hiccups four times today (have them right n(hic)ow). What the aitch is this all about? Ugh. Both Pickle and Abe are right next to me, staring at me with concern... or they're hoping I kick the bucket. It's hard to tell with cats.

I also woke up this morning with what looked like a blister on my nose. I touched it, it oozed. It's been filling and oozing all day. Horrible.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone or something was making me an April fool.

A Proposal

Mar. 15th, 2016 08:17 pm
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I think that if we must continue to do this daylight savings time thing, the Feds need to revisit their holidays to include the day after DST weekend.


It's been one of those weeks in which I'm always confused it's the day that it is. I honestly thought it was Wednesday, then heard on the radio during commute home about "Super Duper Tuesday" being today and I nearly wept.

There are three more days of this and not two?! FML.

Tag abuse

Mar. 13th, 2016 09:46 am
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Ugh, I am so sick of people over tagging a story. If I'm reading an explicit story, I do not need to know every type of sex the couple in question is going to have.

Sex. Oral Sex. Sexual Content. Explicit Sexual Content. Het. Het and Slash. Heterosexual Sex. Rough Sex. Restraints. Begging. Wall Sex. Outdoor Sex. Shower Sex. Car Sex.

I would say all but the first are complete overkill, except if I'm already aware, by the genre, that I'm reading an E rated story (or rather not, because the tags frankly reduce my interest rather than pique it) involving sex.

That's a mild example the ones that really make me run away are the ones that don't just leave it at nipple play, but have to use fifteen tags regarding nipples. This, too, is mild. Picture that with the word anal.

Stop it. If something is dubious or non con, tag away. Otherwise, narrow it down so that your tag list isn't longer than your damned story.

Abuse of tags on this post is intentional.
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I stopped by the store tonight to get my weekly groceries. I always carry my own bag with me, usually tucked under my arm. Tonight I got to the self-check line (which I used to hate, but I hate how pokey the cashiers are at this store even more ... and on the off chance I've forgotten my bag they will find a way to put three items purchased into three separate bags and this drives me to madness) and realized somewhere in the expanses of this store, I'd dropped my bag. I could have shrugged and stuffed everything into copious numbers of plastic bags, but I'm stubborn and retraced my footsteps.

Found the bag by the eggs. Tada! And I'm counting it as mild exercise. The store is huge and I still don't know where half the stuff on my list ever is, so I do a lot of wandering and backtracking anyway.

Also, I've got it in my head to try to make cauliflower tots. It occurred to me as I cracked into the head of cauliflower and had no idea how to handle the stupid thing that I have never once in my four decades on this planet purchased cauliflower that wasn't in a pre-cut vegetable tray until now! I'm not a huge fan of it, generally sticking with a wide variety of other vegetables that taste ... more.

I hope the tots turn out and that they're freezable, because this is going to make a lot.
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What a day. I woke up to a thunderous racket at about 4 AM. I have discovered (yet another) drawback to metal-framed windows: hail on them is like the house is a giant popcorn popper. So noisy. It happened again at about 7 AM, this time with lightning and thunder. When I left for work, the ground was blanketed in white pellets. I made believe it was snow. This trend continued throughout the day. One minute it was nice, blue sky. The next, torrential downpour. Then blue sky. Then hail. Then more hail. And some more lightning and thunderboomers.

It was exhausting, let me tell you.

^But probably not as exhausting as this poor fellow's day in this ol' chestnut. Fenton! (I guarantee you Fenton had a blast that day, though.)

And lastly, for those who did not opt for a holiday card from me this year (I've noticed a tremendous drop in Christmas cards, and this makes me sad - not from you lovely lot, just in general), and a bonus for those who got a mailed one:

christmas 2015

Indulge a little this holiday season, stock up on Tums.
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Stopped by a silent auction/bake sale event yesterday and bought fudge. It was pay what you want to contribute, so it was spendy fudge. I'm gifting it to my work secret Santa, as I don't even like fudge. The woman behind the baked goods tabled tossed in some almond cookies, stating they were her grandmother's recipe.

The strange thing is, they taste exactly like I remember the sugar cookies my grandma always kept in the freezer for us kids. Eating these almond cookies is like sitting in my grandmother's kitchen, drinking milk from a Flintstones jelly jar glass and nomming a frozen sugar cookie.
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I really dislike it when people change their minds about a perishable grocery item and can't be bothered to get it back to its appropriately refrigerated place and instead leave it hidden on a shelf next to the Ritz crackers, which, when found by staff, will mean that it will likely be thrown away because they won't know how long it's been there. (Cheesecake, tucked in between the Wheat Thins and Triscuits, and it took e less than a minute to get it back to the refrigerated bakery case...)

That's it. Carry on.
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One small bar of soap lifted from hotel = 41.4 fluid ounces of homemade hand soap.

Note: Cinnamon oil is not a great option to scent your homemade hand soap, and invest in a funnel before you embark on a project like this.

File Under: Remember the above note in a year, or two or three, when your maiden voyage hand soap is finally all used up.
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Contractor: Gas company will flag, then you get your guy to dig.
Me: Okay, great.
Me: Gas company, when are you going to flag so I can get this ditch dug?
Gas company: Never, we talked to contractor, he knows where to dig and told his guy where to dig, we're confused why you're asking this.

Fracking effing frell, I deserve a discount for emotional turmoil at this point.

Also, I realized on the way home from work that I'd left my tuna wrap in the fridge this morning. It didn't occur to me at ALL at lunchtime.

Thirdly, I have a new niece! She was born on the tenth, I don't know her name or any vital statistics, just that she's in San Antonio and sis, BIL and boys will be heading down this weekend to meet her.



Sep. 1st, 2015 09:59 pm
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If the bottle contains 60 supplements and a dosage is two, why do I always end up with one left at the end?

I'm really thirsty at the moment and I have a glass of water on the coffee table in front of me, but earlier I heard lapping and looked over to find Pickle with her whole head in the glass, helping herself. To drink or not to drink, that is the question.
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when checking LJ throughout the day would yield a boon of posts from people you count among your online friends? I just realized I haven't posted in a week, and my posting in general is spotty. I know for me, my daily life (work) now involves material I can't really talk about with too much specificity due to, y'know, laws and such. Privacy, shoot, it's so prohibitive.

In other news, I went to bed at 2:30. It is sick and wrong that I became wide awake at 8:00. Is this an aging thing? Are there commercials about how awesome it is like those incontinence underwear commercials that horrify me beyond words? Honestly, Tena, using Finally by CeCe Peniston about incontinence products makes it seem like these happy, laughing and singing women are glad to accidentally pee. Finally, I happened to pee...

Hmmm, maybe I need a nap.

In a pinch

Jan. 31st, 2015 07:29 pm
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Pretzels make decent nachos. Messier than a tortilla, but not too bad. Probably even mildly healthier. Pretzel thins would work even better, but they're usually priced higher than regular pretzels. Ah, fad food.

A while back I'd found a thin crust at the Dollar Tree. It wasn't shipped in from China, so I gave it a go. I love the Dollar Tree, but I read the labels on every single thing. I firmly believe "distributed by..." is a signal of questionable national origin. I will buy shower products from Canada, but never from China.

Anyway, one of those thin crusts makes two meals. I load it up with veggies and cheese and it gives a good, crisp crunch. Well, I found a better alternative. Tortillas! Duh. How did I not consider this so much sooner? Virtually the same consistency, a pack will last far more meals than two and they have multiple purposes. I feel like this is a trick everyone already knew except me.

In conclusion and totally not related to the above randomness, I think Roy's getting fat. Time to cut back on his food a bit. And I didn't get a puppy. I went back for one, she was being adopted as I entered. Hemmed and hawed over another (can I HANDLE a puppy?) and she got adopted today just as I'd decided to throw caution to the wind. I think the best plan will be to volunteer at the shelter and get comfortable with a variety of dogs to better know what I am looking for. It's also a good idea to get the house settled before I introduce another member to the family. The cats, Handsome Fat Roy, Sweetheart Babyface Johnny and You Little Shit Abe, have only just started to tolerate each other well enough I don't come home to black tufts of hair everywhere frequently.

No, wait, here's the real last thing: I resent the time distortion that happens on weekends! I would swear that the hours go by much faster on Saturday and Sunday.


Jan. 26th, 2015 07:34 pm
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I wonder what it says about me that I'd watch the heck out of The Loft, which looks like it'll be so terrible it's awesome, btw, but am so, so relieved the American Sniper promos have dwindled because I was getting sick of the melodramatic build up around a scene with dialogue ending (oh-so-dramatically?) in, "I'm comin' home, baby."

I never want to hear Bradley Cooper utter those words again.

No, I won't be seeing that movie.


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