My water cure has been going on for a few months now. I typically drink 64 ounces of water a day.
Three days ago, I… stopped. Drank a couple glasses of water, but because I’d lost my water bottle I wasn’t drinking enough. And I was tired. I’d been up ’til midnight most nights recording, and as you all know my normal sleeping habits are pretty terrible since I wake up all the time for no apparent reason. (I’ve even been sleeping on the daybed in my office a lot lately, because every single time Brett moves I wake up at night.)
Yesterday I was so fatigued. I felt mussy, fuzzy, and unfocused. It sucked. I thought I was tired. Last night before going to record I bought a bottle of water and drank it. Today I’ve already had two, and I feel SO much better, even though I’m no more rested than I was yesterday.
Water really is the key, people. I’m so serious.
Normally I’m really good at balancing my checkbook. But sometimes even I blow it off for a few weeks. This morning I noticed an envelope from Central Valley Bank in the mail Brett had brought in, and it was too skinny to be a statement, so I opened it.
Two NSF checks paid, fees $44.00.
Whew – at least they were paid. But why am I bouncing checks? I think I’ve got about $129 in my account!
So I got online this morning and balanced my checkbook. I’ve bounced FOUR checks in the past two weeks, each with a $22 NSF fee. Okay, well, there’s $88 I no longer have. Hurumph. How did this start?
Turns out that in March I made a deposit that I recorded in my checkbook as being for $300, but my statement shows it as $200. So either I or the bank screwed up. Since banks rarely screw up, it must have been me.
When all was said and done, I was $29 in the red and had to make a deposit at lunchtime.
Friday morning, when I’ve got time, I’ll have to dig through my receipts just in case – there’s an outside chance it was a bank error so it’s worth finding out. It’s not like me to enter a deposit wrong, but we’ll see.
Damn, I hate it when checking goes bad. *sigh*
A couple of weeks ago, a writer from the NYT contacted me to see if I had anything clever to say about pretending to be on my cell phone when I’m not. I didn’t, so she didn’t interview me, but here’s the article I’m not in anyway:
Reach Out and Touch No One
By AMY HARMON
It’s weird how many people aren’t actually using any of their minutes. Do any of you do this? Pretend to be on the phone? Maybe you’d need this subterfuge more if you lived in a state with more than 80 people in it. Out here, you can see ’em coming from miles away and can escape! LOL!
Holy shit! Lookit the date! I sure need to finish my fucking taxes already!
My latest webmistress gig is now up and running:
I used MT in a new way – more as a layout management app than a content management app… I took out a lot of MT’s built-in stuff. It seems to have worked out pretty well.
I can’t express how exciting it is to check out this site’s stats every day. I don’t think I will ever get tired of knowing this stuff:
I’ve been wondering how to make this stuff for years. Oddly enough, none of the jars of tahini (sesame paste) I’ve bought ever had the recipe. This recipe came off the back of a box of falafel mix.
Tahini Sauce
1 c. tahini
1/2 c. water
1/2 c. lemon juice
1/2 tsp. salt
2 cloves garlic, minced
Blend ingredients thoroughly. Serve over falafel.
I’ve had 858 unique hits since I installed the counter. About 50 of them are my beloved regulars, the rest found goblinbox.com by typing the following strings into search engines:
Veggie lasagne, checkbook PPC, unix commands, ipod diagnostic mode, wisbar advance 2 theme, ipod mini case kimono, new blinkies, weather panel 2.0, how to take care of a puppy, icon weblog, todd and joe, diary farm house, french lunch, pissing gallery, ttc blinkies, ppc skins, sites for free blinkies, what has more caffeine espresso or coffee, ticklish, morning people,
and my favorite:
redneck hot tub.
The Shrub has The Knack’s My Sharona on his iPod! Snort!
Brett rented a tractor this weekend and fixed the driveway. Turns out the culvert itself was totally fine; it was just that Nature had decided not to use it and instead had made a new path under the driveway… a much lower path, which is why the pond’s been so low for the past two years. Brett filled the hole in and hopefully the pond level will be higher after we get more rain.
He also graded most of the driveway, and did a bunch of earthwork in front of the porch. (In this area, basically.) He’s hoping to get that picnic table finished this summer. I am so excited!
I’m glad the driveway fix only required some of Mr. Brett’s time, and not thousands of dollars. Whew. And the whole driveway looks great now, and verges on being smooth!
(Yes, I took pictures. But they’re still on my camera. I’M BAD. I KNOW.)
My lawyer’s sent off a letter to the hospital’s lawyers, telling them what I’ve done to ‘hide’ the offending blog entry. I hope it satisfies them; I can’t express how pissed off I’ll be if they decide they want to go to court to get the whole entry removed. It’s so utterly out of line to demand I remove a post simply because they don’t like it. And no, of course they didn’t literally try to kill me, but it’s a diary post – people know the title isn’t literal.
I tell you three times I tell you three times I tell you three times: this is so fucking stupid. At first I was amused that my site was generating, you know, craziness, but now that I’m actually paying someone to write letters it’s not quite so funny any more. They’re being bullies, and it aggravates me.
Saturday night I went on my first blind date. I’d never been on one personally, so I sort of vicariously lived one through Erin and Dave… I have a friend from work who’s looking for a nice guy, and Brett’s friend Dave’s been looking for a nice girl forever, so we hooked them up.
We joined them for pizza at Torino’s. Dave was tense, Erin was nervous, but I had a great time! After pizza we walked up to that new bar, Deja Vu. (Boy was THAT a strange place.) After a couple of drinks there, we went to the bowling alley and played pool, and after that Brett and I went home. I think Erin dropped Dave off at his car and went home herself; I have no idea yet if they liked each other or not. Dave told Brett he’d had a good time, but I haven’t talked to Erin yet.
Conclusion: blind dates are fun, but only if you’re the double-date part. Snort!
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4 random books from my Library!
