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Wednesday, October 31, 2007


I love Samhain (pronounced SOW-en). Today is Samhain, the Celtic Day of the Dead. The New Year. It's my favorite time of year, actually. Of course we had fun.

I'm too tired to write so here are some pics instead. Oh, I painted the kid. As in I applied paint (gouache!) to the kid's face. Hey, I paint everything else, so painting her was just a matter of time.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Little Blue Spark

My 30s are off to a *swimmingly* good start!

This morning I didn't wake up in time to go to work...oops. Apparently I turned my alarm off in my sleep, the cat didn't wake me, and the child slept in from being up late last night. So I woke up three minutes before I absolutely had to leave. But, thankfully I had my computer at home so was able to just work from home today.

I was very counter-productive.

Because I really do have quite a bit of actual work to do, I wanted to, well, do it. When I work from home sometimes I put a dvd on to listen to. My drive isn't working. And it's less than a year old. And it was a little bit expensive. Bummer. So making a long story short I opened my computer to make sure the drive really was the problem, which it is. And when I was testing it, I plugged in the power supply to the dvd drive while the computer was turned on, thereby earning my rightful title as Queen of Deliberate Stupidity.

There was a little blue spark. Only a little one, but it blew out the whole power supply.

The helpful person at Best Buy scared me very much by telling me that I may have also blown the motherboard. So I started praying earnestly and sincerely. And I gave Best Buy $80.

When I got home, I installed the new power supply. Turned the computer on- nothing.
Then I remembered the little switch at the back of the new power supply, and flipped it. Everything is happy again.

I've had this hope, this wish, that as I grow in life experience I would somehow cease to be prone to doing stupid things. This seems not to be the case. I can understand doing new stupid things; situations I have never before encountered. That's ok. But obvious stupid things? I don't even know what to say, except thanks that it wasn't a whole lot worse.

Below is a picture of my computer's guts, pre-Deliberate Stupidity.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Happy Today To Me

I'm 30 today.

For my 30th birthday, I went to work. Then I brought work home, for probably the third time this year. Oh well.

Then my sister called me an Old Hag which made me sad 'cause maybe she's right but then I felt better because there was a gift certificate involved. :)

Now it's almost 10 and I have a headache, I'm too tired to make dinner, it's my bedtime and Daya just woke up.

Hey, I think I'm off to a great start!

Friday, October 26, 2007

Mostly Happy

It doesn't take very much to make a nice evening.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Mostly 30

Next week I’ll be 30. Over the past four months or so, I’ve been going through a strange sort of major life review. And I’ve been in a down cycle for about a month now, which is extremely crappy. I can’t even paint- last weekend I started a quick oil, but I just couldn’t get into it.

So, 30. For my 30th birthday I had a very good astrologer read my chart for the next year. Actually the reading was extremely insightful and almost all of the aspects she mentioned from my natal chart were dead-on accurate. It also gave me deep insight into a very bad problem which has been plaguing me for my whole entire life, so hopefully now that I have a bit more clarity I can learn to deal with it a little better.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Quick Funny

I have a cold. :(

So I went to the drugstore.

There was a Sikh looking at the hair dye. For quite a long time.

I thought that was just hilarious.

(Sheiks are those Punjabis who wear turbans.)

Friday, October 12, 2007

Outsourced Call Centers

Am slightly behind on blogging over the past few days. Sorry. Sorry Janeen, I haven't gotten to your tag yet either.

Right now this very immediate second I want to talk about outsourced call centers to India. And what I would like to say about them is that I DO NOT LIKE THEM. It's got nothing to do with the people who answer the phones, or India herself, but every. single. time. I am routed to India they are very polite but generally clueless. I have zero confidence in them, and unfortunately I'm proven correct time and time again.

My very favorite outsourced call center experience was when I booked airline tickets, and after carefully explaining and re-confirming all the minute details of a three day trip, my return ticket was booked two months later than my requested return date. I found this out at the check-in counter when I went home. My name was also spelled wrong. It took them two different attempts to get it right.

My second favorite outsourced call center experience was when the bank ran a check I wrote through the system for the wrong amount. I called to request a refund/adjustment. After carefully explaining the situation in the clearest terms I could think of (and I am a trainer by profession; I know how to present material) the extremely polite person on the other end thought it was a deposit that was incorrect.

Just now I called asking about a suspicious bank fee, and the overly-polite person on the other end started reading (yes, reading) to me a blurb about average minimum balance, which I know for a fact does not apply to this situation. Tomorrow morning I'll go to the branch.

Ok, so outsourcing to India is cheaper, but at the cost of people who understand what is going on and can actually service customers?

End of rant.

Friday, October 05, 2007

Macrobiotic Fried Cheese

Yolanda was very upset with me over my loving mention of fried cheese a few posts ago. She has a point. Actually, if everyone was as wonderful and conscious about eating healthy like Yolanda is, we'd all look like her and she's gorgeous. So what she says really does matter. I should listen to her where food is concerned.

I would hereby like to say that fried cheese is probably not the healthiest thing one could willingly consume, but it's saving grace is that it's really, really yummy.

So I would hereby like to present to Yolanda an apology covered with this fall's harvest of fresh fruit topped with raw honey and homemade granola. Hmmm... that sounds really good. (and fruit and cheese go well together!)

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Oh! Stinks!

Daya's in the beginning phases of being ready to be potty trained, I think. She tells me when she's pooped ("OH!! *STINKS*!! POOOOOOOPY!"). Actually, every time I change her diaper she has to sniff it and inform me "OH!! STINKS!!" I'm trying to teach her "pee", since everything is still poopy.

But while "OH!! STINKS!!" is actually very cute and endearing, she has now discovered something less cute and endearing. Now, for three mornings in a row, when I take her diaper off she pees on the floor.

This morning I told her to wait while I cleaned up (which she did!). Then I got her dressed and she was playing with her books. After I did her hair, I got her attention, pointed to the floor where she had peed, and said "No Pee Floor." I did not expect her to immediately burst into tears and lay face down on the floor. She was really upset, which made me feel bad. But maybe it will stop this little habit....

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Trudge Trudge

I just realized writing that title what a strange word "trudge" is. Anyhow.

For the last week or so I haven't been feeling so great in general. Inside not-great. I'm tired. It happens and it will pass. I feel outside everything, doing the things I have to do in order to take care of myself and Daya. The city and peoples' meanness drains me and makes me sad, sometimes. I want to go home, to a place I vaguely remember in subtle feelings.

Yesterday I got an email from a friend of mine, who I think has been in recent contact with the X. He suddenly wants to talk to me about stuff, in his words he's "very, very curious" about how I dealt with the aftermath of the relationship, and how I "suffered needlessly". I will not talk about this with him, because I don't want to, because it's so far in the past, because I've moved on, because it's none of his business.

That last bit, the "needless suffering" is directly from the X. I feel a vague, gauzy anger thinking about it and even reading it. He thinks I suffered needlessly in my reaction because I have feelings, as if that was a spiritual deficiency.

The complex understanding and insight I have over this cannot be relayed- it's one of those kinds of knowledge that the more you know about it, the less you can speak about it. And that's fine with me.