piplover: (I don't care!)
My company has switched over to Ubunto, and I have to say, I'm not impressed.  It took me an hour yesterday to get everything set up and working, and even then I stil had troubles.  Files weren't loading, pages weren't coming up, and when they were, they were freezing or incomplete.  Urgh.

All this to "save money."  Which I laugh at, because I can already tell that this will probably cost them more in lost hours than in just paying for the license for Microsft. 

Not much else going on. Mostly just working, going home to crash, and then back to work.  I am so happy I have Memorial Day off, even if I'm only being paid for 8 hours when I work a 10 hour day.  

It's been kind of chilly the last few days, and rainy.  Perfect weather for sitting at home with a good book and cup of tea. Hmmmm. Tea.  

Also, I've found I've become addicted to hidden object gams.  Like, seriously, I love those stupid things.  I will lose an entire day playing the thing.   The plots are usually weak and the graphics not that great, but try and pull me away before I finish the quest.   I've limited myself to buying only one per week... or maybe two if I get a free one with my punch card. *grin*

Also, Plants VS Zombies. Most addictive game ever! 

I totally need a geek icon.  How do I not have one yet?
piplover: (snarl)
Just a quick question:  How do you know if you cracked a bone?

I tripped on my cat yesterday and crashed into a chair, arm first.  It hurt like crazy, but I didn't really think anything of it. I'm a clutz.  There isn't even really a bruise, but I can feel a bump/dent where I hit it.  It's on my forearm, just above the wrist. I'm thinking it's probably a bone bruise, but I've never really broken anything, or cracked anything, so how do I know if i need to get this looked at?  

Yes, I'm silly, I know. 

Doh!

Sep. 12th, 2010 01:29 pm
piplover: (OMG!)
Oh, I am so lucky my landlady is awesome.  She just came by to see if I paid rent, and I was like, "Yes, of course!  I stopped by the bank on the 4th and then...." 

Oops. 

I left the money order in my purse.  

But she was cool, she just laughed and told me it was all right.  Wow.  From now on, the rent goes from the bank to the rent box. 

*Face palm*

ZZZZzzzzzz

Jun. 16th, 2010 06:59 am
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Managed to fall asleep in the shower and put my bra on inside out.  I'm so special today! 

OK, Wow.

Jun. 2nd, 2010 12:10 pm
piplover: (Default)
A word to the wise:  Cheezit crackers and dark chocolate covered pomegranates do NOT mix.  Learn from my mistakes, people!
piplover: (Default)
Went over to my mom's today and she gave me some doilies she had picked up at a store that was going out of business.  The whole time I was talking to her  and she said the word doilies, I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying in a very Holmes' way, "Hmmmm.  Doilies."  Now I believe I must watch the movie again, because obviously it has not infected my brain enough.  
piplover: (hope)
Soooo.... Trying not to freak myself out by reading stuff on the internet.  One of the things the doctor said I might have is Helicobacter pylori  otherwise known as  H. pylori. Apparently this is pretty common in soldiers who served in Asia, and doesn't usually cause problems.  In fact, a person can be pretty much symptom free.  And then you get hit with ulcers and stomach cancer.  0_o

I really need to stop reading that kind of thing.  Bad, Piplover! 

Anyone have any happy thoughts to send my way?  Funny pictures?  Holmes h/c?  I'm currently obsessed with Sherlock Holmes.  

Anything, pretty much, to keep me from trolling around and finding more things to point to and go, "I have one of those symptoms!"

Yes, I know I'm being silly.  I wish the doctors would find out what was wrong with me so I could just get it over with.  Sigh. 
piplover: (Huh?)
Hmm... Taking a Vicoden with anti-anxiety meds leads to tingling in the fingers and my brain falling asleep. Probably not a good idea to do that again.
piplover: (Default)
Seen the first post meme around and thought I would share.  Goodness, has it really been over five years?  I posted this on Feb 28th, 2004, after much prompting from Marigold.  I am quite happy to say that many of the friends I made along the way are still with me, and far more than I ever thought would be possible.  It's been a fun journey so far.  

Of course, reading this, it just reminds me how much has changed.  And how I probably still include TMI in a lot of my posts, lol.  Thanks for sticking with me. 


Hello, all. Well, this is my first entry, and good Gods, what a week it has been. Road marches and grenade range, not to mention fracturing my foot and then going to the field overnight. It was dang cold out there, too. And let me tell you, there is nothing more embarrassing than having to have someone dig you a whole to pee in because you have to us a cane to walk and can't do it yourself, especially when that someone is male. Egad, that was probably not the most embarrassing moment of my life, but it came in a close second.
Anyway, it is over and behind me now, and next week will be just as bad or worse, I am sure. That, and I get to find out, finally, whether or not I am cancer free. Wish me luck, and hopefully that whole nightmare will be over with.
Umm, did I just include way too much info? Sorry about that.
Let me finish on a happy note.
My fiance wrote me a love letter that is soooo sweet, and sent me pictures of Germany, which was so not, as now I can't wait to go visit him. Yippy!
Talk to you all later, friends.

piplover: (Fear)
Earlier today I made the stupid mistake of answering the door to a salesman.  He had some cool products so I let him in.  I am an idiot!  After about ten minutes he started touching me, on the arm, my hip, he even touched my leg!   I told him I wasn't interested in buying anything, but he pulled the "I don't speak good English" card and pretended he didn't understand.  I told him I couldn't afford anything and wasn't going to buy anything, so he could leave. 

He asked me out.  I told him no.  At this point, I know I should have told him to get the hell out of my apartment and never come back, but I was still trying to be polite and told him I didn't want to buy anything.  He gave me his number, put me down on his possible future client list, and then finally left.

Well, about an hour ago he came back.  And rang my doorbell.  And called me four times when I didn't answer.  Then rang the doorbell another couple of times.  And just stood outside my door. 

I called the police and my mom, because all my Army training aside, the first thing I think of when I'm scared is to call my mom.  The guy left for a few minutes, called me a few more times, then came back to ring the bell a few more times.  Luckily, that was when the police showed up and told him to never darken my doorstep again.  I had to laugh when one officer asked the guy, "Does your wife know you're a pervert?" 

So hopefully, that is the end of that strange saga, and I can go back to being my regular stupid self, only without opening the door to salespeople.  Sorry, salespeople, but I'm a poor college student, anyway. 

I'm still shaking. 
piplover: (Tired)

The good: I got a call on Monday that I had won a prize from a drawing I had entered during Christmas, and last night I picked up my new MP4 player. Yay! I have been thinking about getting one, so I was pretty excited. I'm looking forward to downloading some music to take on walks.

The bad: I had a biology test today that had been delayed from Monday due to the snow. I studied for it, but my brain and biology just don't like to mix. I know the words, but I swear it's like listening to Charlie Brown's teacher when the Prof lectures. I just can't make sense of it. I think I managed to pull a C, but that may be wishful thinking.

The ugly: The biology lecture is given in an auditorium, so we sit in those crappy seats with the fold down itty-bitty desktops. The girl sitting next to me during the test hadn't put hers all the way down, and I really wasn't paying attention as I had just fried my brain trying to remember what the hell phospholipids did and such. Anyway, long story short, I rammed my leg into the edge of the desk that was jutting out. The picture doesn't really do it justice, and the angle makes my leg look disturbingly huge, but I think it conveys at least a little bit just how ugly this bruise is turning out to be.  I'm afraid of what it will look like tomorrow!

Ouchi! )
piplover: (WTF)
It seems that with my final under my belt and the rest of the summer free from class my brain has left the building. At work today I clobbered my forehead on a shelf door. Now I bear a striking resemblance to Harry Potter, only not so cool. I am such a goober, lol. I know I have suffered dorkier times in my life than sitting with a can of ginger beer pressed to head, but still... goober! Ahh, well. I can sleep in tomorrow!!
piplover: (Fear)
Ok, so here's my dilemma. I just got tickets to go see A Dog's Breakfast in Vancouver, BC. David Hewlett will be there along with his fiance and his dog. I am really, really looking forward to this. Now here's the dilemma: The show is on Sunday at 1215pm. I have to work Saturday until 10pm. If I work Saturday and leave after work, I won't get to Vancouver until about 5 in the morning. Or, I could leave here at 3 in the morning to get there on time. Why don't I call in sick? Because I have been told that if I call in sick one more time, they might fire me. See? Dilemma. Some of you might think it's a no-brainer - lose job, don't go. But I really don't like my job, hate it in fact. The hours suck, I never have time to do my homework, and I'm exhausted. On the other hand, it gives me some extra money so I can pay my bills, and I have health insurance now. But....I hate my job. And I already bought the tickets. If I drive up Saturday day, then I won't be driving at night, can stay in a hotel, see the show and then drive home afterward rested and alert.
Or should I just call the tickets a bust and not go at all, even though I am so excited I could spit and really, really, really want to go? I just don't know. I'm really leaning towards the just call in sick and to hell with Walmart option, but any input would help. Also, I just found out that I can get health insurance through the school or privately, but it's really expensive. Sooooooo....any suggestions? The show is on the 25th of this month, so I have about a week to make a decision. Help me, Flist, you're my only hope!

PS This is totally, completely, 100% off topic, but does anyone know where I can get a copy of Robyn Thurman (Koschka's) Real Ghostbusters stories? I am tearing my hair out trying to find them. Thanks!
HUGS!!!
piplover: (Fear)
Ok, the next time I think I'll get creative and try to curl my hair, shoot me. Please. I have to go to class in twenty minutes and I look like a deranged poodle. I didn't even do anything horrible, like try to make spirals or anything, I just wanted to try and give my hair the resemblance of something more than a straight line. Now I have frizzy, exploding hair and I feel like an idiot. Gods, I don't know why I even bother. Does anyone else have poofy, crazy hair troubles? I have never been able to get my hair to do anything I want, and it seems to have become more stubborn the older I've become.
Sigh.

My Valentinr - piplover
piplover: (bandofbrothers)
Today during pt, I fell down a rabbit hole. Ok, not fell down in it, but fell down, sprawled out flat on my face with my friends laughing at me fell down the rabbit hole.
They'er never going to let me live this down.
Ow.

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