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The Frustration of Forgetfulness.

Posted in Life, Uncategorized, Work, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 3, 2012 by urbannight

You have a good topic idea at work and the phone rings before you can write it down.  You record the call data, grab your thoughts notebook that sits beside your work notebook, and you have totally forgotten the topic.

You are driving home and thinking about the blog you want to write when you get there.  In fact, you manage compose the entire thing in your head.  You even rework it a bit.  Then someone nearly causes an accident in front of you and you get home, fuming about the stupid drivers, and realize you remember nothing about the amazing blog you just mentally wrote.

You sit down and write out a line or two of a new blog when the cat leaps onto your desk and misses.  This results in the falling cat plunging claws into your leg, arm, chest or whichever part of your body is handy in order to stop the fall.  (I have a glass topped desk that tends to cause more than a few falls for the cats)  After you scream bloody murder, terrify the cats and probably the neighbors, get up and clean the wounds, cover them with New Skin, scream again from the brief but intense stinging of the product, you then try to get back to what you were writing.  You look at your first one or two lines and have no idea where you were going with them. 

Or maybe I just have a piss poor memory because I crammed it to full of books I’ve read, shows I’ve watched, and strange, random, but utterly useless facts that just seem to stick to the brain like they were attached with gorilla glue.

Almond Chicken as I know it.

Posted in Food, Life, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on March 1, 2012 by urbannight

For several years I have been craving Almond Chicken.  The Almond Chicken from back home.  The Almond Chicken from my college years.

When I was in California, it was a chicken stirfry with almonds on top.  Here in Omaha, it is another variation of a chicken stirfry with almonds on top. 

Back home, it was a large piece of boneless chicken that was breaded in a breading that included crushed almonds.  It was cooked so the outside was a bit crunchy, sliced neatly, topped with a special sauce and sprinkled with more crushed almonds.  It was wonderful.  I miss it so much. 

Nothing I’ve found anywhere else come close.  I have not been able to figure out what the sauce was or the exact breading composition to try to recreate it correctly.  

Since I can’t have what I want, I think I will pick up Indian take away.  Probably a lamb vindaloo with the particularily fluffy fried bread they have rather than ordinary naan.

Some days you can’t win for losing

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 21, 2011 by urbannight

Is there anything worse than spending most of your lunch writing a blog, and looking up info to make sure you remember your facts correctly, and then discover that you accidentally navigated away from your page?

This is why I normally write a blog in Word and cut and paste.  I’m not sure my reason for not doing so today. 

Of course, there are worse things. But when you have bad days, or a bad few days, it just seems that all the little things keep piling up.

Such as going to bed early to try and regulate your sleep cycle into a healthier one and still managing to oversleep and not get time to shower.

Starting your lunch break and realizing you forgot to bring a book.  Really annoying when the day before you had three books in your bag and now you have none.

Or having more calls from upset and frustrated and angry insureds or claimants in one day than have ever had in an entire month (possible in an entire quarter). 

The doctor taking several days to call back when you request a change in medication because it’s possible that the 6 month long, violent coughing, just might be caused by the ace inhibitor.

And then when you call the pharmacy they were going to call the prescription into, they tell you then never received the info.

And not realizing that this weekend was Christmas.  You thought you had another week after left.  So you didn’t do the last of the Christmas shopping last weekend.  Now you have to air up your flat tire after work and try to get it finished this evening.  And you hate shopping in general and shopping at Christmas in particular.

Like I said, nothing really major.  Just enough little things that make me want to go home, take a hot bubble bath, and hide under the covers for the rest of the week.

Some odd days of moving

Posted in Apartments, Books, Gaming, Life, Technology with tags , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2011 by urbannight

If you cannot tell, I am too tired to do the math. I’m beat. My feet are killing me. I only moved 6 boxes, so it wasn’t activity that is making my feet scream. It is the shoes I wore. I’m starting this with shoes.

About a year ago I stopped wearing anything other than tennis shoes to work. Lately, someone at work has made me her personal vendetta. We are not supposed to wear tennis shoes to work. But any other type of shoe seems to cause me the bottom of my heel extreme pain and my right hip to hurt and by the time I get home I’m limping. A good quality tennis shoe has proper arch support and proper soles and I can find adult shoes in my size. I don’t have these types of pain when I wear them.

Why is this an issue? I have very small feet. When it comes to work suitable shoes, they are not made in my size. I have to do most of my shoe shopping in the children’s section. Children’s shoes are not designed for adult bodies on top of those small feet. I also need to lose weight. When I weight no more than a child would it wasn’t so bad. (I graduated high school at 96 – 98 lbs).

I COULD buy expensive specialty shoes for adult women in very small sizes. But as a clerical worker, they don’t pay me enough. If I have to spend more money on shoes, I want shoes that I can work out in and do other active stuff in. Not just wear to work or to dinner.

My solution is to go into the doctor’s tomorrow. They are open half a day on a first come first serve basis on Saturday. I will get a note from the doctor to wear tennis shoes. Other people at work have done it. It just seems silly to have to spend money on a doctor to get a note to let me fix a problem I was able to fix on my own.

Back to the moving. Today was my new roommate’s entire move. Got up 1.5 hours earlier than normal. Got my car from a few blocks away and parked in front of the building. Put 6 boxes in it. Stopped at store for toilet paper and laundry detergent. Got to the apartment half an hour too early. Office Max or Depot was very close. It seemed like a good place to kill a little time.

They were having a SALE! I’ve been wanting to replace my computer desk. Perfect timing. I could take it straight to the new apartment. But not then. Not with a car full of boxes.

Got back, signed my half of the lease paper work, got my keys, and started to unload. Remember, I only have 6 boxes. And at this point, I only got one box and one bag in. So this is no big deal. Of course, I have to let in his movers. They were late to his place because of a semi-accident. Then they arrive and he was delayed be of another semi-accident. It’s been raining all night and all day. It’s supposed to continue all night and possibly turn to snow.

Snow in mid-April.

His movers unload and it didn’t take long. We do the check-list, turn it in, and go to lunch. At this point, my feet are in serious pain. And I’ve done very little walking around. Admittedly, I didn’t wear the right shoes for moving. That’s because a puddle soaked my good tennis shoes early in the morning. Since I didn’t really do much I decided that getting a doctor’s note was the best thing.

We run a couple of errands and pick up my new desk. Then we waited for Cox to come hook up the internet. This is when I got the other 5 boxes.

We discussed options for running two computers and two Wii’s. One one for the t.v. in the computer room and one for the t.v. in the living room. In fact, we got the router from the Cox guy. He actually left the router with us and told us how to set it up. Only once it is hooked up, the internet no longer worked. Removing the router from the equation left the same problem. It would say the computer was connected to the internet but was not responding. Installing the router wiped out the computers Cox information so the service wasn’t recognizing his computer.

I left for the old apartment and he got ready to call Cox and get things working again.

According to a call I just got, the problem was on Cox’s end. When the Cox tech called in from the apartment to do the transfer of service, the person on the other end didn’t do it right. As a result, Cox could not identify him anymore. Even though it was fine before the Cox tech fiddled with things.

Now I am tired, my feet and right hip hurt. I limped and hobbled around like a 90-year-old while I looked for my ringing cell phone. It was probably funny to see. Me in my black tee-shirt and my animal print panties tripping over a cat.

I’ve watched episode 5, season 1 of MI-5 and I’m off to a hot bubble bath with a Terry Pratchett book. Tomorrow I shall try to pack up 10 boxes and Sunday I’ll put as many as possible in the car and take them to the new place. With my proper tennis shoes.

43 Days. A Moving Experience

Posted in Apartments, Books, Economics, Entertainment, Life, Technology, Work, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 8, 2011 by urbannight

43 Days until I want to move all my furniture. Is it to early to start writing about moving?

I’ve spent the past two weeks teasing myself with the floor plan. I’m so eager to be moved already.

I want to move on the third weekend in May. I have 6 weekends before then. Trying to organize packing this far out is a terrible challenge. It is hard to focus on specific areas.

My roommate is moving in next weekend. I am taking the day off because I’ve been informed that I get the job of directing the placement of his furniture in all the public rooms and he doesn’t care where the kitchen stuff goes just so long as he can find it.

I think I may finally have a plan for my stuff. Start with books and clothes. Pack the boxes I have and try to set aside a box each for donations. (I’ve gone through one of 10 book cases and only come up with 6 books to donate!)

The goal is to get rid of the two smaller brown bookcases that really are not in very good shape. So I really ought to try to weed out that many books. I will pack away winter clothes and costuming stuff. Of the three boxes of too small clothes I couldn’t part with 3 years ago, I’ll sort through and ONLY keep a few items as motivators. I’m moving with a friend who has an elliptical and the apartment has a really nice fitness center.

Of the clothes currently in the dressers and closet, I ought to try to weed out a good portion. Since I’m moving, it’s really a good time to break down and get rid of some of the beloved pieces that got an oil stain that would never come out, or mystery washing machine stains that were not there before loading into the washer. Since I’ll be saving every month, I should just start refreshing my wardrobe by one item a month. So I should purge it ahead of time.

Next will be my scrapbooking stuff and hobby stuff. (non-stitching) Not a lot of weeding to do in that stuff. But it is also stuff that I can easily not use before the move.

Weekend three should belong to organizing, sorting, and packing most of my computer and electronic stuff and returning the Cox Digital box to them. I will probably not going to have cable again. It is just too expensive anymore. And SyFy shows my programs on SyFy Rewind. So I can watch them eventually. I mostly use Hulu and Netflix at 1/8th the cost of my cable bill.

Weekend four is getting closer to move date so I can really start packing up the majority of kitchen and bathroom stuff. At this point I’ll start taking my boxes over as well. I can get my bathroom set up and half my clothes in my bedroom closets and start getting stuff organized. Maybe I’ll get a new computer desk and set it up over there ahead of time and when I move my computer at the end, I’ll put the sewing/computer desk in the storage closet. It collapses flat. I also want to get rid of the extra dresser I use for storage and the computer des I’m currently using. Move it to the previously mentioned sewing desk during this packing stage.

Weekend 5 will see to the packing and organizing of my very important stitching stuff and anything else I want to see handled with great care. And moving more boxes. I still need to find someone who can remove my defunct treadmill.

This brings me to Weekend 6. The last weekend before the big move. I’ll leave myself with basic bathroom and kitchen stuff. One week of clothing. Get everything moved over except the BIG stuff. And take over empty drawers from the dressers so it is easier to move them.

That leave 4 piece bedroom set. One small table with 4 chairs. 8 bookcases some only 3 feet some up to 6 feet. One entertainment center. One flat screen t.v. and one regular t.v. One sewing/computer table. One hope chest. One rocking chair. And my computer.

My biggest concern is finding people to help me move. Movers will cost a minimum of 200 dollars for a minimum of two hours. Not sure I can afford that, but I could try. If it went over 2 hours then it would be a real problem. Maybe I can move all the short book cases myself. (I’m doing the computer myself.) The end table I could possibly do. Not sure the collapsible sewing/computer table will fit in my car. But I could try it. I could probably get the 4 chairs in my car at one time. And the bedroom TV.

If I managed that it brings the stuff to move down to Bed-frame, Mattresses, Dresser w/ mirror, Tall Dresser, Table, Entertainment center, Flat screen TV, 4 or 5 Bookcases, Hope Chest, Rocking Chair, and maybe the sewing table.

Renting a U-haul is so much more affordable, but if I can’t find muscle to help me move (for the price of beer and pizza) it doesn’t’ do me much good.

I have to make that decision in the next two weeks so I can get it set up. That is the only thing I don’t have much time left on to make that choice.

The last two weekends in May will be for moving anything I didn’t get moved already and getting a professional carpet cleaner in and for doing the rest of the cleaning on my own. I do own my own carpet cleaner. But it doesn’t do the greatest job. Not when trying to clean up an entire carpeted area.

On the whole, I wish I could start taking over stuff this instant. I’m to eager to be in the new setting, in a lovely apartment, with a nice gym, no longer having to park on the street, no longer having to run the dishwasher to get the water hot enough for a hot bath, and saving some money each month.

Just writing this feels like a huge tease on myself.

Thursday Inconveniences or The Simple Things That Make Life Better

Posted in Life with tags , , , , , , on September 30, 2010 by urbannight

People walking past my desk will be treated to more unusual sight than normal.  The will see me sniffing a bag of tea.

Technically, it is not tea.  It is pure peppermint leaves. 

I left my lip balm and my decongestant at home.  I was certain I picked them up and tossed them in the work bag.  But they are not there so they must be on a counter or dresser or the table.  Someplace I might of set them down while getting my stuff together this morning.

I have been having a terrible time breathing yesterday and today.  But not all is lost.  I have a box of Stash Peppermint Herbal Tea.  To get relief, for my nose at least, I can hold a bag up to my nose and breathe through it until the side that is blocked starts to ease up some.

This will not help my dry lips.  That will have to wait another entire hour before I can get to the drug store to buy another tube of lip balm.  And then life will be good again.

Or at least par for the course.

Short Shifting the Slumber Time

Posted in Life with tags , , , , , , on September 23, 2010 by urbannight

I feel like I need to sleep around the clock.  I have been shorting myself on sleep.  Not a good thing to do. 

 

I spent the weekend past in my PJ’s sitting at the table working at one of my more insane projects.

 

http://www.123stitch.com/pictures/09-1086.jpg

 

This I spent 18 hours on it over Saturday and Sunday.  Monday I couldn’t stop and got in a few more hours.  After spending a couple hours trying to get my laptop set up to play anime so I could watch

 

http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Yamato_Nadeshiko_Shichi_Henge

 

English name is The Wallflower.   So by the time I got it running it was after 11:00 and I watched until 1:00 am.  Stitching.

 

Tuesday I did more stitching and watching shows.

 

Got in 24 hours stitching and don’t even have half of one pattern page on the project done.  The other one I’m working on has over 300 hours into it and not near half done.  This one has even more pages. 

 

I may be insane.

 

Needless to say, I’ve been up until 1:00 am Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights.  Last night I did not work on any projects and went to bed at 11:30 pm.  This is my normal.

 

I still feel like crawling into bed and sleeping straight after work.  I probably would too.  Only I have to drive way out to West Omaha to see how a dog is going before the owners head out of town this weekend.  He’s been really sick and is just starting to get better.  I won’t be home until about 3 hours after work. 

 

I want to go to bed.

Alarm Clocks are Evil

Posted in Life, Technology, Work with tags , , , , , on September 22, 2010 by urbannight

I think alarm clocks are evil and out to get me.  They want to make me miss work.  I have all of mine set to the most annoying sounds at the loudest levels.

I have two clocks with a total of three alarms.  Not to mention my phone alarm.  But that is set to a ‘Must leave for work’ time.

I never heard either alarm on the atomic clock and I managed to hit the snooze button on the plug-in clock for an hour and a half without ever hearing the alarm itself.  But I sure heard it go off again when I was brushing my teeth. 

Sometime the sound of the alarm blends in to the dream and it takes a while to realize it is my alarm.  But that didn’t happen this time.  I was having an interesting dream.  Of course, I can’t remember it now.

The fourth back up ‘alarm’ is the cat that wakes me up to cuddle if I am still in bed past when I need to be up.  I guess he thinks that if I’m not up by a certain point I’m not getting up so it’s a good time to jump up and curl up under my shoulder and start kneading my armpit.  Big heavy cat with strong legs and paws kneading into your armpit will wake anyone one.  It hurts.

The time also seems to be a factor.  If I set it for a later time on the weekend or for an afternoon nap when I have to be up by a certain time then I have no trouble at all hearing it and waking up.  It only seems to be a problem between the hours of 5:00 and 7:00 am.

How many alarms do I need to make sure I hear them all and actually get out of bed by the time I need to be up?  I can’t afford to constantly replace them every time I start to get used to the sounds and start sleeping through them.

The Void . . . A rift in the space-time continuum.

Posted in Life with tags , , , , , , , , on September 2, 2010 by urbannight

The Void is not the inky blackness of space as some people seem to think.  Which is actually chock full of suns and stars and planets and proto-planets and asteroids and comets and quasars and black holes and whatever else is out there. 

Nor is it the “new frontier” of the deepest darkest ocean depths in which new and increasingly strange life forms are to be found.

In fact, contrary to the definition of ‘void’ as something that is devoid of anything, empty, uninhabited, deserted, and so on, everything we think of as a void really does have things in them.

No, The Void is a rift in the space-time continuum that seems to exist at the back of washers and dryers and dishwasher.  It can be found in the back of closets, drawers, cupboards.  It can even be found hiding in purses and on bookshelves and in cars. 

On the whole, the Void does not harm the universe nor do we normally notice it.  Not until we are matching socks and realize that an even number went into the wash and an odd number came out.  Or we sense it when we go to get that pencil or sticky pad we tossed in the drawer at the end of the work day the afternoon before.  Sometimes it’s when we are looking for our favorite lip balm that was brand new, only used once, and suddenly missing from our purse.  Some of these items are gone forever.  Some suddenly turn up weeks later, in the exact place they were supposed to be, even thought you up ended the drawer or purse and went through it item by item.

You could say that someone else had it and put it back later.  This could be so at work, or if you live with people.  But not when you live alone.  Some of my friends say the cat did it.  Others like to say it was the fairies.  Personally, I say it was The Void gobbling up our bits and pieces.