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Surviving the Storm

Posted in Life with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 15, 2012 by urbannight

We had storm warnings last night.  The wind blew for a long time.  The thunder and lightning started around 6:00 pm.  But it was still booming and flashing when I went to bed at 10:00.  The dogs REFUSED to go out at all before bed.  They didn’t want to go out in that!  I can’t blame them.  Storms often blow through pretty fast out here in Omaha.  This was one long storm.  If you were caught in a storm zone last night, I hope you faired just as well.  Hmmm, I admit, I haven’t gone outside yet.  But I better get going now.  I have to get to work.  Why couldn’t yesterday have been Friday?

Mysteries of a Woman’s Purse Revealed.

Posted in Life, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 14, 2012 by urbannight

Here I shall unveil and demystify a woman’s purse. Everything is some sort of necessity or another.

Purse and Wallet

 

 

The small wallet helps to show how small the purse really is. In the wallet are the standard wallet things as well as my cell phone. My mother got the wallet for me when she was in Hawaii. I’m so impressed. She found something with a Hawaiian theme in black and white. It there is a little grey and cream. But it is a little dingy right now and I should wash it.

Something to do.

 

Contents of ‘Something to Do’ although beeds are not shown.

I have a small stitching project for when I need something to do. I can sometimes fit a book into this purse, but not when I have all this stuff in it. Maybe I should clean it out sometime?????
The little project is actually very stuffed itself. Taking up most of the space is the small, multi-folded envelope to keep all the floss colors seperate and in order.

 

 

Pens, Pens, Pens, more Pens

 I also seem to have accumulated a rather large collection of pens in black, blue and red.  I have one mechanical pencil for my gaming night (I hate pencils, I won’t even use them for word puzzles, but it is an absolute must for pen and paper RPG’s. Even I can’t get around it then) and one highlighter for marking completed stitches.  I’m not as good at remembering where aI left off as when I was younger.  I had a huge project and HAD to use a highlighter to keep track.  But I discovered that once you start using one you can’t stop.  You can’t really go back to keeping your place by memory.  I sometimes have my checkbook.  Since I destroy the covers, I don’t use them.

Soup and Beverage, Cough Drops and Pain Killers

 I also have a couple packet of instant soup, a flavor packet to add to water, a fist full of cough drops, (I figured just a few would do for the photo) and several packets of various types of pain killers.  I figured one would do.  The soup is yummy Fish Broth soup that is more tea like than soup like.  Wonderful on cold mornings after the drive in to work.  And sometimes you just get sick of flavorless water and you need something with taste.

How I get in to Work

Nail Polish

Of course, I have to make sure I can get into work once I actually get there.

 

I’m not too sure how I ended up sith so many bottles of nail polish in my purse.  I really need to take most of those out.  I would hate to catch my purse in a door and crack one of those glass vials.

Misc Things….

And last but not least I have an assortment of miscelaneous items.  A Tide pen for accidental dribbles.  An inhailer, D&D dice so I can always find them.  A small tin that holds 6 tea bags.  A tiny flashlight. Two lip balms since I’m always losing them.  The green one is a green tea balm and much better than chapstick brand.  The white spool is actually a sparkly pearl blending fillment.  And the plug to change my USB camera cord into a wall charger.  It will not charge from the computer.  I had a tooth brush and tooth paste in there too but they actually belong in my work desk so I took them out and put them back in the drawer.

When Life Derails You.

Posted in Art, Books, Entertainment, Food, Gaming, Life, Movies and Theatre, Tea, Work, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2012 by urbannight

I was under the weather at the start of the week and then I have been working long days in order to make up some of the time rather than burning sick time or vacation time.  As a result, my list of blog topics is growing but I’m not finding time to actually work on them.  

I’ll try to get back to writing something this weekend.  I want to review a movie I saw, write about books I’m looking for but have forgotten the titles, the tea I ordered, not so lovely doctor’s visits, and a photo shoot of beloved clothing I can’t part with and the clothing I would like to purchase if I ever lose some weight.  

So if you like movies, books, YA sci-fi, tea, and gothish and gothic clothing and corsetry, Heavy Red in particular and some random cooking and crafting stuff, stay tuned for future installments.

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.