I Know I have A Crappy Computer, But . . .

It's getting worse. Yes, my computer is seven years old! It runs Windows 2000! [Thanks Corporate bodies, for stopping support of downloading music for my zen, one month after I bought it! Bastards!] But ever since my computer froze up on that E-Bay page, it's been really bad. Right now, the MyMSN page won't show up. Oh, it says it's there, but I have a nice white blank screen, instead of my information loaded purple page. It keeps freezing up at a much higher rate as well. Like three times a day, instead of two times a week. I really need a new computer. Maybe I should start looking. It would be nice to be able to burn CD's, or to be able to listen to music on my computer (all my sound driver thingies have red ! marks on them). It would be nice not to have to reboot it all time, and also it would be really, really nice if I didn't have to bash it every now and then, to get the operating system back. Yep, that's right. Sometimes when I reboot, it can't find the operating system. My rescue disk died. After three days of turning it off and on and getting the 'Can't Find Operating System" message, I whacked it. That worked! And it works like a charm! The operating system comes back every single time.

Still obsessing with Twitter. Discovered TwitPic's last night. Went to bed around 3:30 a.m.! I'm too old to do that. Will not be very productive today. You do notice how I am STILL sitting here doing this, instead of say, . . laundry, washing ME, cleaning house, buying new t-shirts (Mr. Traffic is making comments about the holes) yard work, or even eating. I'm just like my Dad when he got a hold of something that interested him, (computers = 32 of them, then operating systems = five different systems. Last obsession before he died, wiring up the house. The holes in the walls with rows of switches are still here!!!)

Called the Tech People

Well! I would have never dreamed it was such a simple problem/solution. I called them up and told them that every time I tried to get online with MSN, I got the error #25. I could get online with Explorer. So, she tried having me go to a web site, but kept getting a spammer"s alternative spelling website, even when I put the right spelling in. Either she finally found out what error 25 was at that moment, or she decided we would debug it the old fashion way, but she told me to right click on the computer's time clock. I did. . . and the date was in January! How did that happen? Did I get/have a virus from that E-Bay page? Time will tell on that. But, anyway, put in right date and am online using MSN:) Got my favorite's, yaa! And I don't have to deal with 27 security certificate every time I go to a different page either.

Have got some twitter posts on phone, lots more on twitter page. Must be the other person's setting I think. Still figuring this out. I am following two others besides DiamondGeezer. One of them is a Star Trek Buff, and twitters on that. Of course I have to try this, so I am following him. The other is a woman who I found through a search for science fiction, I think. Her twitters look interesting so I am following her. She is following me! [You know, I really have no idea how this works, maybe I should go to Wikipedia to see if I can find out more on this]. Eventually I think I might have to get more then 400 texts a month, if this works out!

They are working on the house behind me again. They haven't for about a week. It is a spec house. There's a banner on the fence that says for sale or rent. So maybe the builder is using his paycheck to get it done.

It actually rained today! But not enough to keep me from having to go out there and hand water the lawn. :(

ANTS AGAIN!

I woke up to the alarm and when I rolled over to turn it off, I saw motion on my pillow. Got up in a rush and looked at the floor. Yep, ants. Still can not figure out where they are coming from.

Figuring Things Out!

I signed up with Twitter, so I can get updates from DiamondGeezer.blogspot.com. Ran into some problems. Updates from DG showed up on Twitter, but not on my phone. I had put my phone number in wrong. Eventually I figured out that I don't need an country code for my number, as I am in the USA. Still haven't got anything on my phone, so I'm not sure. Also connected the blog. Thought, Why not. Go whole hog. So I did. Another problem shows up. I have HTML coding showing after my title for twitter updates. I'm not alone in this, I looked. Went in and deleted most of it. Still have '" ' showing and but it seems to work. Also connected Twitter to Jott. That doesn't work. Keeps giving me an error message. Still, I'm having fun. I love this stuff.

Had great fun at shower. Kristine was shocked at my finger. Shown her the baby afghan. Told her it will be done Wednesday. Penny's no sew fleece blanket was incredibly cute. I think I might make some for me this winter. Play some games, lost at all.

This is SUNDAY at 3:49 p.m.!!! Why is it doing this? Do I have a virus?

OW! OW! OW!

You know, I've discovered that I bash that knuckle on a daily basics. In fact, I'd hit it so many times since I cut it, that I think I'll start keeping a list.

1. Top of dryer well
2. Top of microwave well
3. The van's door well (right side)
4. Edge of my car's hide-the-trunk area lid

And let's not forget my favorite; squishing it myself trying to staple my tags together with the industrial stapler (staples up to an INCH AND A HALF!).

I have a problem with my spatial sense don't I?

I don't know how I got here, but I'm online!

So, I finally got around to put in my paypal information, (it arrived by snail mail about three day ago). I tried to look at a replacement bluetooth hook. The page just seized up and the orange computer light was on, and on . . . I tried to get out of the page. Didn't work. None of the buttons worked. Tried alt/ctrl/delete. That worked eventually. I restarted the computer, and . . . found I couldn't get online. My settings aren't being recognized. The tech office is only open during the day. I went to the online help program thru Outlook. I did some stuff, (but not all) it said to do. Noticed that outlook was online. Tried typing in the address for my blog, and WAH LA, here I am!

Took Care Of Some Business

Called the florist shop this morning, to let them know I couldn't work today or tomorrow. I don't think the owner got my text last night. According to Cindy, his big concern was whether I had hurt myself at his place or the pizza place.

I went to the pizza place and signed paper work. (Yes, I found my keys. Only took me an half hour of looking!) Ate. The owner and the manager both looked at the lid and said it didn't have a sharp edge at all. They are dumbfounded as to how I did it. The manger said maybe I have thin skin now. Hmmm, that hurts. Crystal says that she could see my bone at the bottom of the gash.

Then I went to the florist place. I wanted to show the florist the doctor's note just in case. He was out delivering the flowers while I was there. Cindy made a photocopy for me.

Then I tried to see my sister at her work, but she had alreday left for the day. Then I went home and had a nice long nap. Drooled all over myself. ;)

Stupid Metal Lid!

Yep, I rammed my knuckle on the edge. That it didn't hurt when I did it should have been my first clue that I had really damaged myself. I always go into shock when I hurt myself and don't feel anything for an half hour at least. It wasn't until I noticed how much blood I was getting on things that I realized that I had a problem. At first I was send to a urgent care, because they were open. . . but my employer wasn't on their precious list and they gave my supervisor the names of two other urgent cares that were "open". Crystal called and they were ClOSED! Ended up going to the emergency room at the hospital. About an hour later, I had three stitches, and a doctor's note saying I couldn't work for two days. Sent everyone a text. Still had to call work this morning and tell Cindy I couldn't work.

I don't know if I can crochet, but I will never find out if I can't find my keys! Where did I put them last night? I have looked, and looked, but ???? Man I was messed up last night. Word of warning with me, when I hurt myself, just because I can talk alright and seem to make sense, doesn't mean I have it together. I need help, guidance. Where the hell are my keys?

With Autumn Comes. . .THE HOOK!

I have spent the day working on a baby afghan for Christine at the florist. I had these squares from when I was starting to crochet. I had 12 but whittled them down to 9 as the earlier ones were very misshaped and much larger then the others. I still had to crochet around them to different degrees to make them the same size. That's one way to make a flaw into a design feature! Half of them are outlined in blue, the other half in pink, as Christine doesn't know the sex of her baby. I'm going to connect them up with multi-colored yarn in pastels that pretty well match the pink and blue. I will then outline the connected squares with the multi-colored yarn until the afghan is big enough. I only have a week to finish this.

Got the letters in the mail from the credit card companies, outlining the terms of the agreements. Also got a letter from a collections company. . . one of my department store cards has gone. I didn't realize that I was that far behind on it. Or maybe I was making payments in the wrong amounts. That counts as not paying anything as well.

Best Friend brought over one of her cats this morning, as her apartment was being inspected. They don't know she has them, and she doesn't want to pay the six hundred dollars it would take to make them legal with them. Was suppose to be both of them, but the Alien Observer disappeared off the face of earth. Best Friend couldn't find her. The Patrician Slut hissed and growed all day long, and refused to leave the sink. In fact, she refused to leave the sink, the entire day! Even although she knows me, even although she lived here with me for five years, she acted like she didn't know me, or where she was, at all. Eventually I figured out that she was absolutely livid, not scared.

ant spray

Found it! Which is good, because they are back! Still can't figure out where they are coming from.

Ants

Ants in bedroom. Can't find ant spray. I am using my organic cleaner, of white vinager and dishwasher soap mixed together with a little bit of grapefruit oil. I have no idea where they are coming from. I have looked and looked to no avail. I guess I'm sleeping with the light on.

Hmmm, I might Have A Problem

Tonight, when I got home at 10:45, and was unloading my day job clothes out of the truck, so I could wash them, a voice spoke. It said "How's it fucking, Homo?" It was a male voice. I did not turn around or acknowledging in any way that I had heard him. Hell, I don't even know where he was! Or who he is. I'm assuming he's one of the neighbors from down the street. If this keeps up I will contact the police. I'm not gay, but it doesn't matter. My sexual orientation is none of their business, AND it's not wrong to be gay, either. Even if I was gay, I don't have people over here anyway. I'm being celibate, remember, for the rest of my life. (Thanks Brad)

Starting To Resolve My Financial Problems

Today, I closed the two credit cards that I own the most money on. On one, I'm paying $100.00 a month at 15.1% for a year. The other is a pay down program, $150.00 at 9.9%, renewed each year, until fully paid. Both phone people were extremely nice. I could tell, that I was frustrating the first phone person by being vague on dates and numbers. Then I explained that I have a learning disability involving dates and numbers. Then, she like MELTED, and said her best friend had a learning disability and became incredibly helpful.

Of course, now I have no way of getting my car axle fixed, unless I ask my sister to help me. I'm going to have to ask her soon, too. The sound is getting worse and I keep hearing little high pitched twanging sounds. AND this is within the limits of my crappy hearing too boot. God knows, what it actually sounds like.

Woo Woo

That's Woodrow Wolums Wooliegh to you buster! This is the escapee from Victoriana who got his mom, sister and brother into the house with his impossible cuteness. Also, has anyone noticed that pizza boxes make excellent cat perches? I have two in my house. I can't throw them away, there's always a cat on them!

Give me a call a $1...

Give me a call a $1 tip as you're three forth from the mile outside of the delivery area! listen

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Actually, that's "give me only a one dollar tip when you are 3/4Th of a mile outside of the delivery area! Between 2 p.m. and 4 p.m. I had ten deliveries. If we only had a one mile radius like Dominoes, that wouldn't be so bad, but ours is 25 square miles . . .

Thank God that Brien came to work early. Everything would have been late. Did my best. But I started my period today. That always makes me run like I'm in molasses. Just can't get fast. First period since April. Soon, I won't have to go through this anymore. Good.

When I came home, I found the access door for the bathroom pipes open. I have never seen it open. Someone must have done it. I really need a security system. I don't understand why I'm being targeted. Is it because I'm not home very much? Or is it because of me? I am aware that people on the street think I am a lesbian, because a, Best Friend lived with me, b, they never see a guy over here, C, a few years ago, I threw out some of my brother's porn. One magazine featured (so revolting) pregnant, bi-racial lesbians doing it. I know the bag was gotten into. Since then I have noticed the people at the end of the street don't like me. They make comments about me when they see me. They are too far away for me to tell what they are saying, but the tone is not good.

Delivering To a Funeral

Apparently in all large churches, the sanctuary turns into a basketball court. listen

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While I was there, saw a fist fight between two boys who were short cutting through the church ground. There was around 15 other kids watching them. Two girls got between them and broke it up. They all vacated when I got on my phone and called the church office.

By the way, Jott is no longer in Beta. As an early adopter I was offered a discount for one year. I'm not sure whether I got it on the plan level I chose. I'm paying around $4.50 a month for the middle level. I get to send text messages (15 second long) to Best Friend, get feeds (not that I can get this to work) and of course notes to myself. The top level is like 30 seconds long and other stuff, and cost $12.00 a month. The bottom level is free, but no texts to others, only notes to self.

It's A Single Story House

The house behind me is coming along. I'm glad it's only one story however. Wouldn't want the sensation of being observed all the time, (like I haven't felt that before!). Have not heard anyone in the backyard since the builders started padlocking the fence. I am slowly (and I do mean slowly) cleaning up the backyard. My limit is how much the green and regular trash cans can hold. Already looks better.

THE HOUSE BEHIND ME

The framing is up, there is an temporary electric pole, and best of all, a lock on the gate! I'm going to try not turning the lights on. See what happens.

However, this last Tuesday, was one I had off and someone rang the doorbell. I didn't answer for a number of reasons, wasn't dressed, etc. As I watch and waited, this person also went through my mailbox real quick. Took him about one second. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. The only thing in there was a magazine from the city. But still, what the hell was this person doing? I guess that's a real good reason to wear clothes in the house, so I can confront mail robbers.

The joys of living in a bad neighborhood

Someone is moving the shopping cart. Someone is shouting at them. Now someone is setting off someone's elses car alarm. Won't you be my neighbor, won't you?