My last post said I was back up and running and thanked you all for being patient with me during the Comcast/FIOS transition. Then I turn around and make you guys wait another four days before I post anything again. WOW, I need a spanking or some good discipline. I have an excuse, I really do.
Most of you may recall all my PC troubles earlier in the year when my PC died, I built another one, tried to restore all my data, then that PC died, and I had to build another one. The fact is, the last one I rebuilt using parts and such was older, and just doesn't have a lot of RAM or processing power, but it works. Unless of course you install the Verizon Media Manager. For those of you with FIOS, you probably are aware of what I'm talking about. That application is a resource hog! It was scanning my all my disk drives for all my media files, and as it scanned for three and half days, I couldn't do anything on my PC. Of course just as it got up to over 150,000 images (yes, I have that much porn, and it wasn't done) the application crashed. Major bummer. So until I get a new PC I wont be using that application. Shame too, because it let's you view all your media on any TV in your home. Nothing like watching all your porn from any TV in your home with a push of button. I would have tried to blog something from work or from the Hubster's laptop, but they don't have the image resources I require for maintaining my blog theme; if you know what I mean. Anyway, I will do my best to not let anymore delays impact my blogging.
As for the rest of my crazy week, well, there's always something crazy going on. My key-less entry thingies for the Ruffymobile died. Not just one, but both of them. At first I thought, well, OK, I'll just manually lock the doors when I get out of the car. Should be no big deal; right? Wrong. Using the lock button on the door apparently activates the alarm once the door is shut. Unlocking the door with the key and opening the door thus sets off the alarm. So, in my office parking garage, I'm frantically trying to figure out how to manually disable the damn thing. The horn starts with little beeps; beep, beep, beep, and within a few seconds goes to full blown alarm alert; getting louder and louder, BEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEP! After what seems like an eternity of embarrassment, I figured out the key sequence in the ignition to deactivate the damn thing. What a pain in the ass! Of course, you would think I learned my lesson after doing this once. No, I've done it now about four or five times. I did get smarter about it though. Now I simply lock the doors with myself in the car, then manually pull up the driver's side door lock, get out, push down the lock and close the door. No alarm activated. Not that I really need an alarm living out in the boonies, but you never know.
Then I turned my attention to the key-less entry thingies (I don't know what you really call them). I figured the batteries must have died. I figure out how to open them and pull them apart, and when I did, the battery and the battery clip came flying out of both of them. Broken in pieces, both of them. What the fuck? My buddy at work said we can solder the pieces back in and that should fix them. I suppose I'll go with trying that solution, before going to the Chevy dealer to see how much they want to fuck me over for a new one. Its amazing how something so small can cause so much drama!
Then yesterday I woke up feeling like I was run over by not one but three Mack trucks; my back, my neck, my stomach, my legs, and my head all ached and I felt nauseous and crampy. You might think I was having my period! I could barely move. Then I got the chills, and the sweats. I was freaking out. Was it the flu? My sister and her hubby were over this past weekend, with my nephew, and of course my nephew was sick as a dog. Immediately I thought I picked up something from him. The Hubster had the same symptoms, so we determined we both must of caught it from him. I stayed home from work and chilled most of the day. When I did go to bed last night, I woke up around 1:00am in a pool of sweat and freezing. I'm not sure what the hell we caught, but man it was awful. This morning, I'm still aching and my lower back is killing me, but I don't feel as bad as I did yesterday. Friend's on FaceBook said there's something going around. I hope you guys don't get it. BLEK!
As with every week, Cruella may no longer live here with us, but she certainly still driving me crazy from a distance. Apparently they decided to relocate her to another room in the long term care facility. They were moving her in with another elderly woman, so they can have company and not be so isolated. Well, if there's one thing my mother hates, its change! Granted the social worker is supposed to notify me two days prior, but not this time. I got a call from Cruella freaking out!
Cruella: Sam, they're moving me to a room with an ancient, sick lady in a wheel chair!
Me: They didn't tell me they were moving you.
Cruella: I walked down to the room, and told that old lady flat out I wasn't going to take care of her just because we were sharing a room.
Me: Why would you do that? No one expects you to take care of someone else.
Cruella: When are you going to be here to help move me? They already started packing up my things.
Me: I'm working and have meetings, I'll be there when I can.
Cruella: Hangs up on me!
I get tot the facility just as they were rolling her bed and belongs down to the new room. It was complete chaos and Cruella was freaking out; actually sweating.
Cruella: I told you the wrong room before, they moved me to 207.
Me: So you yelled at that old women for nothing?
Cruella: No response.
As we're unpacking her belongings, I introduce myself to her new room mate. A very lovely older women.
Cruella: Where's my bathrobe?
Me: Right there in the closet.
Cruella: No, that's not it, I have a white with blue polka-dots one.
Me: Funny, I've never seen it.
Cruella: Your sister gave it to me for Christmas.
Me: I don't see, let me go check in the old room.
It wasn't there, and as I'm walking back, Cruella is flying down the hall.
Cruella: I know housekeeping took it, they're all thieves.
Me: Why would they want your bathrobe?
We head back to her, and I find a bag, I open it and pull out a light blue bathrobe with pink and yellow flowers on it.
Me: Is this it?
Cruella: Yes!
Me: Ummm, its not white with blue polka-dots!!!
The craziness continued for the entire time I was there. To the point where her new room mate told her to calm down. What a mess.
When I got a hold fo the social worker, I ripped her apart for moving mom without telling me. Her response, "You're mother said it was fine, and I didn't need to call you."
I was set up by a 72 year old crazy woman!!!
Most of you may recall all my PC troubles earlier in the year when my PC died, I built another one, tried to restore all my data, then that PC died, and I had to build another one. The fact is, the last one I rebuilt using parts and such was older, and just doesn't have a lot of RAM or processing power, but it works. Unless of course you install the Verizon Media Manager. For those of you with FIOS, you probably are aware of what I'm talking about. That application is a resource hog! It was scanning my all my disk drives for all my media files, and as it scanned for three and half days, I couldn't do anything on my PC. Of course just as it got up to over 150,000 images (yes, I have that much porn, and it wasn't done) the application crashed. Major bummer. So until I get a new PC I wont be using that application. Shame too, because it let's you view all your media on any TV in your home. Nothing like watching all your porn from any TV in your home with a push of button. I would have tried to blog something from work or from the Hubster's laptop, but they don't have the image resources I require for maintaining my blog theme; if you know what I mean. Anyway, I will do my best to not let anymore delays impact my blogging.
As for the rest of my crazy week, well, there's always something crazy going on. My key-less entry thingies for the Ruffymobile died. Not just one, but both of them. At first I thought, well, OK, I'll just manually lock the doors when I get out of the car. Should be no big deal; right? Wrong. Using the lock button on the door apparently activates the alarm once the door is shut. Unlocking the door with the key and opening the door thus sets off the alarm. So, in my office parking garage, I'm frantically trying to figure out how to manually disable the damn thing. The horn starts with little beeps; beep, beep, beep, and within a few seconds goes to full blown alarm alert; getting louder and louder, BEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEP! After what seems like an eternity of embarrassment, I figured out the key sequence in the ignition to deactivate the damn thing. What a pain in the ass! Of course, you would think I learned my lesson after doing this once. No, I've done it now about four or five times. I did get smarter about it though. Now I simply lock the doors with myself in the car, then manually pull up the driver's side door lock, get out, push down the lock and close the door. No alarm activated. Not that I really need an alarm living out in the boonies, but you never know.
Then I turned my attention to the key-less entry thingies (I don't know what you really call them). I figured the batteries must have died. I figure out how to open them and pull them apart, and when I did, the battery and the battery clip came flying out of both of them. Broken in pieces, both of them. What the fuck? My buddy at work said we can solder the pieces back in and that should fix them. I suppose I'll go with trying that solution, before going to the Chevy dealer to see how much they want to fuck me over for a new one. Its amazing how something so small can cause so much drama!
Then yesterday I woke up feeling like I was run over by not one but three Mack trucks; my back, my neck, my stomach, my legs, and my head all ached and I felt nauseous and crampy. You might think I was having my period! I could barely move. Then I got the chills, and the sweats. I was freaking out. Was it the flu? My sister and her hubby were over this past weekend, with my nephew, and of course my nephew was sick as a dog. Immediately I thought I picked up something from him. The Hubster had the same symptoms, so we determined we both must of caught it from him. I stayed home from work and chilled most of the day. When I did go to bed last night, I woke up around 1:00am in a pool of sweat and freezing. I'm not sure what the hell we caught, but man it was awful. This morning, I'm still aching and my lower back is killing me, but I don't feel as bad as I did yesterday. Friend's on FaceBook said there's something going around. I hope you guys don't get it. BLEK!
As with every week, Cruella may no longer live here with us, but she certainly still driving me crazy from a distance. Apparently they decided to relocate her to another room in the long term care facility. They were moving her in with another elderly woman, so they can have company and not be so isolated. Well, if there's one thing my mother hates, its change! Granted the social worker is supposed to notify me two days prior, but not this time. I got a call from Cruella freaking out!
Cruella: Sam, they're moving me to a room with an ancient, sick lady in a wheel chair!
Me: They didn't tell me they were moving you.
Cruella: I walked down to the room, and told that old lady flat out I wasn't going to take care of her just because we were sharing a room.
Me: Why would you do that? No one expects you to take care of someone else.
Cruella: When are you going to be here to help move me? They already started packing up my things.
Me: I'm working and have meetings, I'll be there when I can.
Cruella: Hangs up on me!
I get tot the facility just as they were rolling her bed and belongs down to the new room. It was complete chaos and Cruella was freaking out; actually sweating.
Cruella: I told you the wrong room before, they moved me to 207.
Me: So you yelled at that old women for nothing?
Cruella: No response.
As we're unpacking her belongings, I introduce myself to her new room mate. A very lovely older women.
Cruella: Where's my bathrobe?
Me: Right there in the closet.
Cruella: No, that's not it, I have a white with blue polka-dots one.
Me: Funny, I've never seen it.
Cruella: Your sister gave it to me for Christmas.
Me: I don't see, let me go check in the old room.
It wasn't there, and as I'm walking back, Cruella is flying down the hall.
Cruella: I know housekeeping took it, they're all thieves.
Me: Why would they want your bathrobe?
We head back to her, and I find a bag, I open it and pull out a light blue bathrobe with pink and yellow flowers on it.
Me: Is this it?
Cruella: Yes!
Me: Ummm, its not white with blue polka-dots!!!
The craziness continued for the entire time I was there. To the point where her new room mate told her to calm down. What a mess.
When I got a hold fo the social worker, I ripped her apart for moving mom without telling me. Her response, "You're mother said it was fine, and I didn't need to call you."
I was set up by a 72 year old crazy woman!!!
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2 comments:
So sorry to hear about the drama. I know exactly what you are talking about with the car alarm. My hubby's truck alarm caught me with the same issue a few times. Take care!
WOW! If the other roomate was bored she will now have a new 'program' to watch 24/7!
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