Friday, July 19, 2019

Five on Friday #203

EINS - Random Shit

#ObamaWasBetterAt is/was a trending hashtag on Twitter.  Mostly, it brought me joy and a few laughs (specifically directed at those Trump supporters), but mostly it brought me sadness that our current, "great", president is the source of so much embarrassment for the US on an international level.

I would never say Obama was a perfect president, but I never felt embarrassed by the fact that he was president.  There might have been decisions made that I didn't agree with, but for the most part, I felt that the greater good was always the focus when decisions were made.  That's the president I want for the US.

And if you support "sending her back", I need you to try to validate that argument to me so I can laugh in your face.  Like, guffaw type of laughter, not like a semi-amused snort chuckle.


While I thought that my windshield repair would be as simple as making the appointment and they come to me to replace the windshield, that is NOT the case.  Since Willow has EyeSight, aka the ability to drive herself, when the windshield is replaced, the EyeSight must be reconfigured for the new windshield, which means I have to take Willow into the place to have the windshield repaired and the service takes 2-3 hours.  When I was making the appointment, I noticed that there was an option to drop off the car as early as 0730 and leave it all day for the repairs to be done when time was available.  But Teh German and I leave around 0630ish, so I needed to inquire if we could drop off the car early or the night prior and I could just drop off Teh German or ride Bagheera (taking a risk with the daily 50% chance of rain).

This leads me to a rant...

When I call a local number for a business and get redirected to a standard 1-800 customer service line, I get irrationally angry.  I didn't call the appointment line because I wasn't ready to make an appointment yet.  I had a question about pickup/drop off which affects the ENTIRE APPOINTMENT that I cannot make without the crucial details I need you to provide so I can make arrangements.

Which leads me to this fun story...

I looked up the Safelite where I would like to get Willow's windshield (or wind screen, you choose) replaced and called the number.  Once a customer service rep finally answered, 3.5 minutes into said call, after I'd listened to the automated message about how well trained the technicians are, the conversation went like this:

Rep: Blah blah blah, something about making an appointment.
Me: I just need information about early drop off.
Rep: Ok.
Me: Is there any way to drop off before 0730?
Rep: No, our offices open at 0800, yammer yammer yammer.
Me, interrupting: What about drop off the night before?
Rep: We no longer offer this, as it is a liability problem.
Me: Uhh... do you offer a shuttle?
Rep: No.  We recommend Uber.
Me, in my head: I recommend you go fuck yourself.
Me, out loud: Uhhh.. Yeah, no.

Thankfully, Teh NY Chef was available to taxi me home, so I made an appointment on Thursday so that way I could also be home for when all the Prime Day loot comes in.  #Oops #NotReally.


There are ZERO gifs of Garth Brooks singing Thunder Rolls.
I have a specific, quinary*, skill set going to waste!  I could be benefiting the WORLD with my ability to create explicit gifs for uncommon circumstances.  Like the 50% chance of thunderstorms that plague the South in the summer.

Primary skill set: Getting good parking places in super packed parking lots, usually.
Secondary skill set: The ability to find the PERFECT greeting card for people.
Tertiary skill set: Making shit fit.  I'm a master packer.
Quaternary skill set: Saying the things that others are thinking when it's probably not completely appropriate.


On most days when I'm getting ready, I usually have a song playing in my head when I shower.  This week's selection has been quite interesting.

Monday: The song from O Brother Where Art Thou?  I am a Man of Constant Sorrow.  And when that song is in my head, all I can think of is the scene where George Clooney is crooning into the microphone at the radio station.  Related, I have an uncle who I think looks like a mulleted, NC mountains version of George Clooney.  I've always thought this since I've known of George Clooney.

Tuesday: Eyes Shut by Years & Years.  I discovered this song in July 2015 right before I met Teh German and I still love how soothed this song makes me feel.

Wednesday, Thursday: No song/can't remember.

Friday: Lewis Capaldi - Someone You Loved.  Because this is probably one of the last songs we listened to before we started watching The Americans on Thurs night.


When I bought all the shit on Prime Day, the order info said it would arrive on Thursday.  I knew this was more than the standard Prime delivery of 2 days, but I figured the high demand of Prime Day.. blah blah blah..

Two things.

1- Amazon, don't fucking email me about devices I don't even have in my possession yet.  I received emails about the Fire Cube and Amazon Show on Tuesday.  Delivery wasn't scheduled until Thursday.

2- Amazon, thank you for delivering my shit on Wednesday.  That was an unexpected, yet pleasant, surprise.



Piggy-backing on that (used that one just for you DoD Gentle Readers), I was super glad all the Prime Day purchases arrived on Wednesday as the Garmin watch I've been wearing for the past 6+ months died on Wednesday morning during lab.  It was fine when I got to school, but at some point during lab, I looked at it, and the text was no longer appearing on the screen.  I pressed the buttons to reset it and it came back in a faded way, then finally, text stopped appearing at all...

We had a good run, Garmin Vivoactive HR.  But it is time for me to move on to bigger and better smartwatches.  But singular.  Those bitches are expensive.


Did you know it was a full moon on July 16th?  Well, not only did I look it up for Brit because we were discussing the crazy shit going down this week.. but ALSO... Gentle Readers.. Please sit down.  Swallow whatever is in your mouth (heh).  Grasp your electronic device firmly.  Ok, now read on...

Teh German and I worked together on completing a project.  Like, ON PURPOSE.
That face you are making?  That's exactly how I felt on the inside the entire time.

Last weekend, Teh German had attempted to put up the new storm door, only to be deterred by some framing issues that pissed him off enough (or the lure of drinking with Teh PT Husband was too strong) he didn't bother to go to Lowe's to finish the project off, he just left the door laying in the dining room floor for the rest of the weekend and then decided on Tuesday to finish it, along with completing several other tasks (hair cut, bought live things for the tank, cooked dinner).

He needed my help with the holding of things while he screwed the door to the new frame he added to our front door to accommodate said storm door.  There was only one time when he said something nasty and I asked him if he wanted to do this himself and received no answer.

Despite some complications, the door was attached and it looks super good, if I do say so myself.

Attaching the door handle

After the framing issue, came the door handle issue.  We were worried the door handles would be blocking each other from closing.  For real, this is the face Teh German made when we closed the front door and the screen door and there were zero problems:

Meri doesn't even know what brave new world she is about to have access to.


In addition to helping install the storm door on Tuesday evening, I also tried to help Teh Dad troubleshoot his, potentially perfectly fine, computer.  Fun fact: Troubleshooting technology for a very specific problem without the tech in front of you is incredibly difficult.  Also, I'm kind of an asshole when people do not listen to my explicit directions.

Me: Hit the start button the keyboard and then type in C-M-D.
Dad: Ok, the DOS window opened.
Dad: Oh, my bad.
Me: Yeah, you're bad.  Do what I tell you when I give you explicit instructions.

I also did the dishes since Teh German cooked dinner, did the laundry, picked up the Sam's order (earlier in the day), stopped by the grocery store on my way home from work for the one item Sam's doesn't sell: cilantro, happened to see the Goodwill by the grocery store and finally unloaded the donations that have been riding around in the back of Willow for over a month.

Know what I did NOT do Tuesday night?
My homework.  Siiiiiiiigh.  And I really needed to do it.  Oh well, YOLO bitches.


Wednesday was kinda like Christmas, complete with toy setup frustration.  After installing the storm door on Tuesday, Teh German installed the new smart lock on Wednesday evening.  I did homework, THEN I organized Christmas Prime Day things.

New luggage meant going through the old luggage and making sure it was empty and putting it in Willow for donating.  I also pulled a papasan type of chair out of the closet for the donation pile that I'd been hoarding since putting over-sized arm chairs in the spare bedrooms.

New pillows meant unpackaging those so they could off-gas and fluff themselves.
New smartwatches meant charging them before using them.
New Alexas meant setting up and configuring those bad boys.


Me, no less than 3 times this week: WTF why is the door ope....... oh yeah, we have a storm door now.


My windshield was replaced on Thursday.  Shoutout to Teh NY Chef for coming to pick me up so I didn't have to wait 3+ hours at the shop.  Since Willow drives herself, she had to be calibrated after the windshield was installed and it had to be done AT the shop because of this.  I know I told you this already, but whatever.  I repeat things sometimes, I get that from Teh Dad.  Moving on...

EVERY.SINGLE.THING I read on the Progressive website and all the info emails about my appointment said the appointment would take AT LEAST 3 hours.  I was prepared for this.  I was NOT prepared for them to call me 1.5 hours after I dropped off my car and tell me it was done.  I did ask when I picked Willow up if the calibration had been done and I was told yes.  I was surprised to see my car wash sticker and oil change sticker on the new windshield, the car wash sticker looking a bit worse for the wear and in a weird place, but whatever.

Anyways, when my windshield washer fluid didn't work this morning, I wasn't overly surprised and I tried not to be annoyed, but I am.  I am very fucking annoyed.  I purposely left so no one had to feel rushed to do a 3 hour service, "AT LEAST 3 hours".  It took 1.5, one might understand why I'm skeptical that a satisfactory job was done.. and turns out, a satisfactory job was NOT done. 

So today, I get to deal with that.
Why is it so fucking hard to do your job right?  Siiiiigh.  I'm hoping it's something simple like reconnecting the hose or something, but I'm not usually that lucky.

Thus far, I have called the phone number that was on my three receipts (please note my annoyance at being sent 3 receipts) and the number never connects.  So not only am I pissed my shit wasn't fixed properly, I'm pissed because it's impossible to contact these motherfuckers without calling the national line that pissed me off in the first place, which I refused to do...

So nowwwww, I have to GO TO THE PLACE, which is the worst possible thing because I will not be able to hide the annoyance on my face.


I follow Al Jazeera English on Twitter because I'm a nerd and I hate the bias of US news outlets and I tend to find international news sources to be more objective.. anyways, when I saw this image all I could think was:
1x 8m WPG

Thanks to the Navy and the Bahrain watchfloor for scaring me for life.


The fact that people have to be told to NOT drive through standing water at all, but especially at night is particularly concerning for me because I like to believe that people are generally not so stupid....

Because they have to be told these things...

This is relevant because Charleston and high tide and 50% chance of rain/thunderstorm every day during the summer = lots of flooded streets that validate those tiny-dick individuals with the unnecessarily jacked up trucks.


I haven't been to the Chiro since the end of June and I really should make time to go, I just don't.  It's a self-love/hate problem... and a summer school problem since I get out of class at 12 and the office is only open until 12:30 and I don't want to be that asshole that shows up at closing time.

Also, trying to figure out if getting another massage so soon after the last one is too first worldy/needy.  Not really because I need it, like the last one, just because I want to be more relaxed.


I mailed back the Fossil smartwatch on July 5th.  No refund has been posted to my account.  I am stabby about this.  I also get to call Fossil today and deal with that.  I just wish life was as simple as some people say it is.  Maybe it's simple when you live in a yurt and don't interact/rely on anyone else? 


In line with all the other Friday issues I'm enduring, I tried to log into my Company's HR site to do some payroll deposit adjustments and I cannot login to the system.  When I had this issue a few weeks ago, it was because my user name was incorrect.  I have no idea what the problem is now.  I had to email the people and here's to hoping for a simple solution... Which I really should know better than to expect at this point.. but here we are.


Days like today, when I feel like every little thing is tripping me up, makes me exhausted.  Yes, I know I can handle all of these "little" things.. but little things add up when you're already tired, when you have a test in an hour, when you've barely survived the week, you haven't been to the gym all week, and you've been dealing with these little trip all.fucking.week/month/year long.

It's like when you're walking and you trip on the carpet or on a rock or your own feet.. but like, every few minutes.  Know what is exhausting?  Having to be constantly be afraid of busting your face when you inevitably fall over something because it isn't minor.  When the minor things wear you down, you are not able to handle the major things.  That's the problem when you have to deal with incessant "little things".

ZWEI - Money Shit

Holy fuck it was Prime Week*.
Most of the stuff I bought was planned purchases.  Items I had been waiting until Prime Day to purchase to see if they would go on sale or not, and then I could decide if I wanted to bite the bullet or wait to find a sale.

-2 sets of Samsonite 2 piece luggage for Teh German and I.  One suitcase's wheels broke when it was being shipped from Casablanca.  The other suitcase's top handle broke when Teh German was departing Charleston to go to Germany, so that really made handling the luggage an adventure.  I found Samsonite hard luggage for a price I was willing to pay, in the sizes that I had been eyeing.  Done.
-Pillow.  This fucking ongoing saga... ugh.
-2 smartwatches.  The Garmin Forerunner 645 and the Samsung Galaxy Smartwatch.  I will compare and return one.  I had settled on the Garmin until someone at GHC bragged about their new Samsung smartwatch and all the things it does.  It's not Apple Watch good, but it's pretty good.  Sadly, the Samsung wasn't on sale, but the Garmin was.  Soooo we'll see what happens with this situation.
-Amazon Show bundle with a Dot and a white Hue bulb.  The bundle cost the same as just the Show and we/I can use both the Dot and the Hue bulb.  This purchase was unplanned, but I'm not sorry about a better speaker in the kitchen, since the Spot will be relocated (to probably the Office).
-Smart deadbolt.  I'd been eyeing this bad boy for a while.  The one that I preferred wasn't a Prime Day sale, but it was 25% off, so I decided that was sufficient.
-Body pillow.  I have a complicated relationship with pillows.  I usually sleep with a head pillow and a leg pillow (which is a normal head pillow).  Using a head pillow for my legs is annoying because the pillow is wider than I need and it takes up so much space.  Teh German and I discussed this complication and he suggested I just buy a body pillow and alter it to my needs, meaning shorten it.  Because really, I want a pillow that is long enough to go between my boobs and my thighs.  Maybe TMI, but whatever.  So I'll shorten a body pillow and maybe make it more narrow depending on my needs.  Yay for lackluster domesticated sewing skills.

*I used the link to make sure that all that money spent benefited my charity of choice and I used my Prime credit card to earn 6% back on my purchase.  I'll use the rewards to buy shit off Amazon until there are no more reward dollas left and then I'll go back to using my regular credit card for rewards.

Non-Prime Day purchases:
-Bestie Weekend noms
-Bojangles for breakfast, which happens only when my breakfast sammich is not thawed in the fridge due to my own ineptitude of taking it from the freezer when I take one out of the fridge.  Which seems to happen at least once a week.  I really need a better system.  Or do I?
-Hot Chocolate 15k in Charlotte in Feb 2020.  It's for the medal and my running mates better sign up.
-Woot Bag of Crap x2, thanks to Teh Chief Smartass.
-Heart and Brain hoodie, since I've put myself on a t-shirt buying freeze.
-Sparkle Skirts x3 since they were on sale.  Not sure if I'll be keeping all 3 though, depends on how they fit.
-Park Pizza for lunch, since I left my lunch at home.  AND IT WAS FUCKING DELICIOUS.
-Audible, because I forgot to cancel it.  Also, I have 5 credits to use and Audible credits are like stickers, once you use them, you can't get them back (after you cancel the account).
-New watch bands for the Samsung watch.

DREI - From My Phone Shit


Garmin ain't gonna beat that.


VIER - From the Internet Shit

Except instead of "kids bedtime", please substitute:
-When we're trying to leave the house
-When there is a task to accomplish
-When I also need to shit and he takes the close bathroom
-When it's bedtime
-When he's already been scrolling for more than 30 minutes

Me, learning.


And if I fail?
I will rise up.
I will rise up and I will try again.
I will see my low points as the lessons that helped me grow in wisdom and strength.

Through it all she was strong,
she did not let go of hope.
She continued to believe there would be another side of this.

FÜNF - Things that made me happy this week

  1. Early Prime Day delivery.
  2. Samsung Galaxy Watch being compatible with my Pixel phone.
  3. No more crack in my windshield.
  4. Tests on Friday which mean ZERO school work/thoughts/priorities over the weekend.  
  5. Delicious steak leftovers.
  6. The storm door and Meri laying in front of the door until she seeks out more comfortable bedding.
  7. Gratitude for the life I have and the money for the things I buy/want... soo gratitude for not having any needs.
  8. Days when I don't have to carry this 90 lb work laptop in my backpack.  Lawd that sucker is heavy.
  9. Donating stuff, to lighten the stuff burden... even if it was because I bought replacement stuff.
  10. When plastic bowl lids nest, even though they are different name brands.  It's the small things, Gentle Readers.

Happy Friday, Gentle Readers.

Monday, July 15, 2019

Weekend Review {07/15}


Friday morning was like a normal workday, except that my backpack was heavier than normal since I packed a weekend's worth of outfits in it.  Thankfully, it's summer, so just the backpack was actually an option.  I'm silly and brought a long sleeve shirt "just in case" which is laughable after the fact.

I brought Teh German to work, then I went to work until I needed to leave to get to the airport.  I picked up Teh German, brought us to the airport, and then Teh German headed back to work while I enjoyed my TSA Pre-Check life.

The flight was quick, which was great.  After we landed, I hoofed it across the airport to find that the rental cars desk was NOT in the airport as advertised, so I had to take a bus to the rental car pick up place, ugh.  Not that I didn't have the time, just that I don't like being inconvenienced in anyway.

Once I got the rental car situation sorted out, I left the airport, the long/wrong way, and stopped by IHOP for pancakes because I have been craving IHOP pancakes since Germany.

On the trek to Pax River, I almost finished my audiobook.  It was good I had a GOOD audiobook to distract me from the shittiness of DC/NoVA drivers, which I had forgotten about.

When I arrived to Teh Running Bestie's house, everyone was excited to see me, as excited as I was to be there!

We didn't have any plans so we hung out and did nothing but chat and scroll and laugh.  Around 5:30, we headed out to KFC to pick up dinner, then headed to St. Mary's College to eat and endure the heat and wait for the concert to start.

We continuously had to remind ourselves where the correct camera dot was.

Sunset over the river.

The River Concert was a-ok.  There was some chorus stuff, that Teh Running Bestie enjoyed more than I did, as she was a Chorus Nerd.  As the concert went on, it got better.  There was a light show and at the end, one of the chorus dudes did a solo and he was walking through the crowd like it was his personal concert hall, owning the place like the MFin' boss he was.

By 9:45, we were back home and scrolling and laughing and chatting with our dudes and dogs.

To ensure a proper bestie weekend, bed sharing and talking yourselves to sleep is #1 requirement.


Our schedule got rearranged by the greyhound hauler, so we went to the Groomathon in the AM and then had a full day of laziness.  Welll, I did.. Teh Bestie had to accomplish some adult shit.  This wasn't a bad thing because it meant that I got to see my old, and best, landlord ever.  It was great to be able to take some time to chat with him and catch up on life.  It's crazy that we've loosely been part of each other's lives since 2013 and his daughter has gone from a little girl to a big girl who does cool shit with him.

Olive begging for extra breakfast.

Scritches with Olive

New retired racer!
I have no idea what his name is.. only that he peed for like half my life and then just stood there in pee-stance, not peeing.

I also finally got to meet the new puppy, Dash.
He's a monster.  I love him.

On the way home from the Groomathon, we stopped by Mission BBQ to pick up lunch to bring home.  When we got home from the Groomathon with 2 foster dogs, they were put in crates to chill out while we were eating.  One of them was more serious about his chill out time.  Sadly, I didn't get a photo of the 2nd foster, who is a cow-dog.  They were both good boys.

In the evening, after the roof person and landlord had come and gone and the backyard poop spot had been mowed, we did lazy things together.  Eventually, we decided on Blizzards from Dairy Queen for dinner.  We sat at DQ for a long while because it was perfect outside in the shade with the breeze and the not melting hot.  Also, I tried the Sour Patch Kids Blizzard.  Not my jam.  I enjoyed the flavor, but not having to pick gummy shit out of my teeth.  No thanks.

We sat there for long enough that we got kinda hungry again, so we agreed to go to KFC again for "dessert".  #NoRagrats #SorryNotSorry #BestieWeekend #NoRules. We got our KFC to go and brought it home.  Teh Running Bestie packed some stuff after dinner and then we had some screen and significant other time.

Olive napped before bed.

After significant other time, I did some research on Samsung smartwatches, which led me down a rabbit hole until after 0015.  We were in the bed, talking each other to sleep when the foster dogs downstairs started singing the song of their people and we were both extremely confused until I heard the sirens go by on the street nearby.  So that was a fun good night ode from the beasts.


The worst day of Bestie Weekend, my go home day.  We had a slow start and Teh Running Bestie made pancakes for breakfast and she learned about my pancake batter addiction.  I did more watch research and got absolutely no where.  I let Olive help clean the breakfast dishes because I'm a good Momma Megan and I don't often get to spoil my Golum-Girl.

Around 1:45, I headed back to DC.  I was happy/sad when my good audiobook ended.  In preparation for this situation, I already had another audiobook ready to go.  Traffic wasn't as annoying as when I arrived.. Apparently, DC Sunday drivers = my level of aggressive driving now.  So there's that...  I stopped by and filled up the tank when I got into Arlington, then returned the rental car at the airport.  I learned there was a walkway to the terminals from the garage, which post-annoyed me for Friday.  Oh well.

Thank Allah for TSA Pre-Check, because, again, I walked right through security without having to wait or take off my flip flops and walk barefoot through security (which I wouldn't have worn if I didn't have Pre-Check to be honest).  Personally, I believe that Pre-Check is better for those individuals who live at major airports, like DCA/IAD/BWI+, rather than smaller airports, like CHS, but I'm not sad that I paid for it, as I hate waiting and it's like every time I go through "peon" security, the persons in front of me have no idea what they have to take out of their bag or which shoe they need to remove and never empty their pockets.. and just... no.

Left: Sad I'm leaving.
Right: Glad I'm going home.

At my gate, I checked out the eating options and ended up at Wow Bao for some delicious (airport) bao.  I noticed a Five Guys in the corner, but the milkshake menu appeared to be covered up, so I figured their machine was broken.  Butttt, curiosity got the best of me and I decided to go over and ask if it was working.  Of course it was.  So I picked up a strawberry oreo milkshake and if it hadn't been $6, Five Guys would be my new go-to milkshake place... but I'll stick with the $4 Cookout thick-ass milkshakes because I'm cheap AF.

In the area where I was sitting was a Mom and her 3 older teenage boys.  She was the hovering type of mom that really grates on my nerves and just couldn't seem to settle and was always asking the boys, who were fully immersed in their screens, things that weren't important or making comments.  At some point, a phone started ringing and she kept asking Christopher if that was his phone ringing.  I finally pointed at the desk and said, "It's the desk."  She didn't hear me and more insistantly asked CHristopher if it was his phone ringing.  BTW, CHristopher had earbuds in...  Again, I repeated, "It's the desk."  At which point she said, "Wow, ok, you didn't have to be short!"

BITCH PLEASE.  I get "proper" southern women, and she was one of those.  Not giving a fuck, I instantly responded, "You didn't hear me the first time."  At which point, she purposely turned herself away from facing me, which was hilarious since I was directly in front of her, and she started viciously whispering at the son beside her, "Did you hear the way she talked to me?"  I almost felt bad for the boys who were travelling with her, who wouldn't hear the end of it until someone else pissed her off.

Thankfully, they boarded within 5 minutes of the situation and I wasn't sad.  A mom and her son took their places and a teenage girl with blue hair came over and sat near me.  The girl complimented my blue hair and I complemented hers back.  We started chatting and she told me about herself and her (lofty, yet admirable) plans for college.  Then we went back to our screens.

When it was almost time to board, the little boy across from me with his mom was excited about the planes outside and I started chattering with him.  At first he was shy, but he quickly came out of his shell as I asked him if our plane was leaving us or if the planes were going to crash.  Then he saw our place under the walkway and showed me where it was.  It was cute, there I said it.

Finally, it was our time to board, and the mom and son were behind me in line to go through the gate.  He kept saying, "Fucker, fucker, fucker..." and I'm dying laughing and apologized for laughing since it only encourages them.  Also, I was worried I had said fucker and he had heard it from me....  But I had purposely not cussed since I was sitting across from the WASP and didn't need that in my life... and then I spoke with a teenage girl and I was trying to be good.  It was difficult, but I was pretty sure I hadn't said anything he had picked up on.  The mom asked if I had kids and I said no.  She responded that she was surprised since I was so good with them.  I laughed and said, nope.

They ended up sitting right behind me on the plane.  I, luckily, was assigned a window seat, in a row with pretty cool dudes.  While we waited to push off, I chatted with the men in the row.  They were impressed I'd been able to fit my backpack in the overhead storage area (#likeaboss) and the man beside me and I ended up chatting and I found out that he was a professional wakeboarder who had actually made a trip to GTMO with the USO as a morale trip.  Not at the same time as I was there, but he perked up when I said Cuba after I listed out my duty stations.  For some reason, being in the Navy had come up, and he asked where I'd been stationed.  Then the guy on the other side of the aisle ended up being from Eastern Tennessee and knew where Home, Home was.  #SmallWorld

Once we pushed off, my rowmate put in his earbuds to watch his phone.  I put in mine and attempted to take a nap.   Because the part of the day that I haven't mentioned yet is that I woke up fighting a headache.  I had medicated at Teh Running Bestie's house, but it progressively got worse and worse throughout the day.

I realized while I was sitting at the airport that I hadn't had any caffeine the entire day, which is not normal.  I figured that was the cause.  I also had lunch a bit late.  Anddd it's summer time which means a 50% chance of rain/storms on any given day at any given time. 

By the time we landed in Charleston, my head was really hurting and I had to try to power through it.  When Teh German picked me up with his radio at a normal level, the first thing I did was turn it down and changed the channel to something with less screaming.  And when he started whistling?  There was death in my glare, that he didn't see.  I was trying to be strong, so I didn't complain and just hoped he'd stop whistling.  He did.. eventually.

When we got home, we had to make dinner, which was thankfully quick.  After eating, we sat down to watch an episode of The Americans before bed.  A few minutes into it, Teh German had to go fetch something from Teh PT Husband, so he paused the show.  While he was gone, the throbbing in my head progressively got worse and worse the longer I sit-laid on the couch.  I noticed when I stood up, the nausea from the pain lessened.  At which point, I decided to have a Lindt chocolate ball for some caffeine with 3 aleve and then went upstairs to bed.  I knew I couldn't endure an hour of bright screen time.

Thankfully, Teh German was understanding.  He didn't come to bed right away, but that was fine.  I managed to bring my backpack upstairs, leaving it to unpack Monday morning, and brushed my teeth and washed my face and gently placed myself in the bed and turned off the lights.  I laid in the bed groaning and feeling nauseous every time my heart pumped.  I finally realized that if I laid completely (and I mean COMPLETELY) still, I wouldn't feel as nauseous and my head wouldn't throb so bad.

Teh German came to bed within 10 minutes of me laying in bed dying/groaning.  I was glad because I didn't want to be woken up later and have to deal with going back to sleep.  At some point in the middle of the night, I woke myself up when I rolled over and realized I could move again and that I wasn't going to vomit when I moved, so that meant that I was recovered enough to not dread the next day.


Thankfully, when I woke up this morning, my headache was completely gone and it didn't come back.  We got our tests back from last week and I made a 79.  I'll take it.  I prefer 80s+, but almost all the questions I missed were questions that I'd marked that I hadn't understood how to answer, so I didn't feel bad about this score.

UNfortunately, in true Monday form, driving to school this morning, a rock popped up from the road and (finally) cracked my windshield.  I've been waiting on this to happen for a while now, just because I-26 is a disaster waiting to happen.  I've got so many chips in the paint on the hood of my car and chinks in the windshield from rocks that I try not to even notice anymore.

Bottom: The initial crack when I got to school.
Middle: The crack when I left school to go to work.
Top: The crack when I left work to go home.

Probably one of the reasons SC insurance is so expensive, but our insurance covers 1 free windshield replacement per year at $0 deductible, so that's a positive.  But, it means I have to go through the hassle of getting a new car wash sticker after the windshield is replaced, so that's annoying.

I did drop off my laptop at Best Buy tonight and because I was late for my appointment, they tried to tell me I had to make another appointment and I was very clear about the fact that I'd be dropping off my computer tonight and not making an appointment.  I learned after the Agent came out that the store had lost power because of the storms that were rolling through the area, so even if I had been on time, they might not have been able to help me.  That said, anyone who has lived in the area for more than 5 minutes knows that if it's raining ANYWHERE, rush hour traffic will be fucked up, so my being late shouldn't have been a surprise or a hassle.  /EndRant

Anyways, my laptop is on it's way BACK to the repair place and hopefully I'll see it again soon... I say soon, knowing that it will be 3 weeks.  /RAGE

This week is a quiet week.
Just operations as normal.

PS.  It was Prime Day today.  Kind thoughts are requested for my poor credit card.

Friday, July 12, 2019

Five on Friday #202

EINS - Random Shit

There's a guy in my Chem class who just wants to chat with the guy beside him (who happens to be sitting in front of me).  This is not only very distracting, but I can't HEAR the professor when she speaks and his feelings are really going to be hurt when I tell him to STFU because he knows me from VX-1.

Then again, if he knows me from VX-1, maybe his feelings won't be hurt.  It's a toss up.

Also, maybe my comments throughout class are just as distracting for my classmates, so maybe I'll just keep my mouth shut.  We'll see how the semester goes.


On Tuesday, I finally scheduled taking my Chem exam early and then I went to work and promptly purchased my tickets to fly to DC to hangout with Teh Running Bestie ALL WEEKEND.  JUST US.  No boyz.  Just us and whatever we wawnt to do.  I.CANNOT.WAIT.

We're gonna go to the St. Mary River Concert on Friday night and then we're going to do whatever the fuck we want on Saturday and then we're going to a Groomathon on Saturday evening (when the racing greyhounds come in from the track to start their retired lives and get all cleaned and microchipped and sent to foster homes) and then on Sunday we'll do whatever the fuck we want and then I will be sad and go back to DCA and fly back to Charleston in the early evening.


After a 1.5 hour debacle/debate on Wednesdsay, I finally admitted defeat and allowed myself to "drop" my German minor.  Yes, it would have been super cool to have a BS in CS with 2 minors.. but would it be cool to torture myself for a year for a word on a piece of paper that is, as Brit put it, a demonstrable skill?  NO.

The only reason I even signed up to do the German minor was to be able to apply for the scholarship for the study abroad.  I didn't get that scholarship because I got one from the Study Abroad office, so I didn't need the scholarship money.

I also don't need that extra stress, as much as I enjoy taking German classes.

Look at me prioritizing my mental health.
I mean, I practically gave myself a breakdown making those priorities, but, ya know, slow and steady progress...


Last week after writing the $$ part of this post, I still forgot to pay off my credit card.  I finally paid it off on Monday morning.  This isn't really significant, but I do not pay interest on the card because I pay it off before the bill comes dues because I don't like wasting money by giving it to companies that obviously don't need it.  I was cutting it close on the bill cutoff date when I forgot to pay it...


I put all the dates of my tests and the due dates of my lab reports in myhomework app.  OCD organization at it's finest right there, Gentle Readers.  Like all of those things aren't on a weekly schedule or something... LOOOOL.  Here to be redundant for always.


It was a difficult decision when I decided NOT to get my standard, pre-flight adult beverage.  I second-guessed myself when there was an infant and toddler at my gate.  There will be regrets, but not from my credit card bill.  That medication beverage always costs me no less than $20.


On Wednesday evening, while I was at the gym, I received an email that my laptop was ready for pickup from Best Buy and I should make an appointment to pick it up.  BAHAHAHAHAH fuck that.  I headed straight to Best Buy to pick up my baby as soon as I departed the gym.

When I got there, I saw her sitting on the counter, waiting for me... still with my stickers on the cover, YAY!  A tech helped me and gave me my computer to check out to make sure the repairs were done.  They were not.

Thankfully, the keyboard was fixed, simple since they just had to replace the keyboard.  I also have a screen burn because the metal of the keyboard gets hot when I close the computer and the computer doesn't go to sleep.  Instead of replacing the screen, they "fixed the overheating problem"... uhhh wut?  I don't have an overheating problem.  Soooo, I still have a screen burn, which pisses me the fuck off because it takes about 3 weeks to have a computer repairs through Geek Squad when they have to ship it off.

I have a STRONG feeling that when they fix the screen, I will no longer have all my stickers on the cover when I get it back.  There probably is a way just to replace the screen and not the cover, but I imagine they won't be willing to go through all that work.

Herro, My Precious.
I missed you.

Oh yeah, I made an appointment to drop off my laptop on Monday afternoon so they can send it back to get FULLY repaired.  FUCK GEEK SQUAD.  I figured that since the T button was fixed and my laptop weighs at least 4 pounds less than my work laptop, I would use it over the weekend and have joy.


Roux's Humom is the featured artist of the month at our gym and she mentioned this to me earlier this week when I saw her. She told me that my boy was at the gym, which at first caused some confusion. But on Wednesday, when I saw my Philbo on the wall, I almost cried.

Gentle Readers, I've been struggling this week.  Part of it is school starting.  Most of it is self-inflicted stress regarding my expectations for myself for school things.  Part of it is work things (that absence of things to do is extremely stressful).

I don't know why, but Baggins reminded me that I am doing everything I should be doing.  I'm doing my absolute best, not due to my unrealistically high expectations of myself.  Making priorities for my mental sanity over completing 2 minors.  Repeatedly telling myself that my GPA does.not.matter, despite what I tell myself.  Being at the gym at 6pm the night before a test that I needed to study for.  Prioritizing MYSELF.  Important shit.

Also, Proud by Marshmello came on at the end of my workout and it spoke to the depths of my heart and soul.  It's a new song and sometimes, the things that the important people tell you need to be told to you via music and it will speak to you in a way that you actually hear.


I chronicle my time in public on Snapchat and I'm flying this weekend.  High quality entertainment opportunities abound, Gentle Readers.

ZWEI - Money Shit

-Victoria's Secret bill.  I had a $15 coupon and used it last weekend at the mall.  #NotSorry
-Bojangles for breakfast x2.  There was a planning snafu on the 2nd day.  Oops.
-Chinese for surprise dinner, thanks to the audiobook I'm listening that was talking about Chinese food while I was driving home from work.
-Woot shirt.  It was a shirt with Heart and Brain by The Awkward Yeti... I could NOT refuse that opportunity because I've wanted something Heart and Brain for a LONG time.
-Power bill
-Overpriced airport snack.

-Tickets for my flight to/from DC and a rental car so I don't have to be fetched from the airport.  Although I used my reward points on my credit card to pay for tickets and rental car, so technically, it was F.R.E.E.!!!!

DREI - From My Phone Shit

Twinning with husband brings me joy.

Pinks and purples for a weekend with Teh Bestie seems fitting.

IDK why.
But it happened.

Why don't ants get sick?
They have little anty bodies.

VIER - From the Internet Shit

Your lowest moments will not hinder you from reaching the heights you have been called to.

(This daily email arrived with the subject: you are enough.
I knew from that alone it was for me.  I wasn't wrong.)
Do not think less of yourself if you can't be fearless...
Doing it afraid is just as brave.
-Morgan Harper Nichols

You already have what it takes to breathe deep and be brave.

Giving your all doesn't mean you have to DO IT ALL,
and you are allowed to pace yourself.

FÜNF - Things that made me happy this week

  1. Getting to be with Teh Running Bestie ALL WEEKEND, JUST US.
  2. Making peace with doing less for school things.
  3. Seeing Baggins at the gym.
  4. Free Wifi.  I take this for granted most of the time.  I really shouldn't.
  5. Feeling confident about most of the things on the Chemistry test that I took early.
  6. A 3-day weekend of NO SCHOOL THINGS.  Like for real.  I don't know how to handle myself with this.
  7. Packing everything for the weekend into my backpack.  No suitcases trailing behind me!  #Win
  8. Getting my laptop for the weekend.
  9. A really good audiobook.
  10. Teh German driving my car to the gym this afternoon.  It brings me joy to think about the 9Rounds gym owner seeing my car pull in the parking lot.. Even if he doesn't actually react in anyway.. Thinking of him getting tense over it brings me joy.  #PettyBitch = me.

Happy Friday, Gentle Readers.

Monday, July 8, 2019

Weekend Review {07/08}


Friday was a telework day since no one was planning on being in the office.  I wasn't sad about it.  I got to sleep in.  I did have my first day of Chem class on Friday (rude), so I went to class from 10-12, then went to the gym after.

My Poogan's leftovers I ate for breakfast exploded in the microwave...
so I had the pleasure of cleaning the microwave before my day even started.

I practically had to swim to the front door of the gym because it was raining so hard.  Actually, I had to get a workout towel to dry my legs and arms off before I changed into my workout clothes, that's how wet I was, WITH an umbrella.   And officially, my Birks stink SOOO bad that I'm not sure how much longer it will be tolerable, which is shitty considering how much I paid for those fuckers.  Siiiiiigh.  If anyone has any helpful hints on removing the smell from Birks/cork shoes, I'm all ears.

After my workout, I headed home and did work things for the afternoon until Teh German came home.  We ended up going out to dinner at the supa fancy Olive Garden with Teh PT Wife.  After dinner, Teh PT Wife and I went to the mall for things and Teh German went home.  We purposely drove separate vehicles so he wouldn't have to endure mall things.  It was better for everyone.

I ended up coming home with enough hand soap for the rest of the year and a few Wallflowers since I may have overstocked myself on the Toasted Marshmallow scent.  #NotSorry.  I'm not sure when the trend started for foam soap only, but no me gusta.  Some of the scents I wanted are only sold in foam, which is my least favorite.  I prefer the liquid with no sparkles or gel balls or whatever.  Foam just.. annoys me.  Unless I'm using it to wash my ear piercings.  Then it's kinda convenient because it washes off easily.

When we finished at the mall, we came back home and hung out with husbands since it was Smoking Hour.  Eventually, all our phone batteries were dead/dying and I'll fully horrified everyone present with tales from my childhood about how I didn't know/like super popular songs because I wasn't allowed to listen to music that wasn't selected by my parents until I was around the age of 12.  Even then, it was a slow transition from 103.3 (country) to 95.1 (pop) (and those radio stations will only make sense if you are from Western NC).

When we got home, it was bedtime.


Saturday, I tried to be school productive, but it mostly didn't happen because I'm so lost with all things Chemistry.  When Teh German got up, I talked him into going to Lowe's with me to pick up the dirt and mulch that I had ordered online.  There was bickering when he refused to open the hard top for me to load mulch into the bed of the truck in a logical way and then he tisked at me because I couldn't get it to stack well (because I have short arms and was being blocked by the hard top that was hitting my face as I tried to load these huge awkward wet heavy bags of mulch into the truck).  I felt validated when Teh German HAD to open the hard top for the Lowe's dude to load the dirt into the bed.  HA. 

We got home and got ready for brunch at High Cotton with Teh PT Fam.  We headed downtown around 1130 for our 1200 reservation.  The food was good, but IMO, not the best brunch I've ever had.  IDK why.  I had a lobster omelet with fries and Teh German ordered the chicken and waffles and then ordered a side of fries because he was still hungry.  That's not a good thing.

After brunch, we went to Vendue, for drinks on the rooftop.  We people watched and people judged.  Thankfully, there was a breeze on the rooftop, which made it bearable to sit outside.  Otherwise, it would have been too hot.  After beverages were finished, we hit up the gelato place.  I forgot we are in America and asked for 2 scoops, which came out to be like 4 European scoops.  I had to get a bowl for the gelato that was packed on top of the cone, which I knew would melt and slide off in about 15 seconds in the Charleston heat.  I scraped the gelato into the bowl, ate the cone and then ate what I could of the bowl, and ended up tossing what I couldn't eat before we left the parking garage.

Once we got back home, it was naptime.

After naps, I got annoyingly motivated again.  I talked Teh German into doing backyard work since it was shady behind the house.  He agreed.  I had planned to use the wagon for transporting the dirt from the back of the truck to the raised plant bed Teh German had built for my succulents, but the wagon had wood stacked in it.  So, I suggested that we get rid of the "bad" wood (did you know wood can go bad and actually not burn well?  Well, we know that now, too) by tossing it in the woods, then stack the wood from the wagon where the bad wood was (in the wood holder that Teh German had build from pallet wood). 

Except that, after we relocated all the bad wood, we had unearthed a LOT of critters who had been inhabiting said bad wood and the wood holder was not only kinda wet from never drying, but also being eaten into by said critters.  Ugh. 

We relocated the raised bed to the end of the patio so the water run off from the roof wouldn't destroy my plants, then we carried bags of dirt to the backyard.  A project that I thought would take no less than 4 bags of dirt only took 2.5 bags, which means that now we have a LOT of extra dirt on our hands that either needs to be rehomed or returned.  Ugh.

After finishing with the raised bed, we were going to sit under the pergola to cool off, but when Teh German sat down, his normal chair was DRIPPING with water.  Not only was this odd, because no water should be coming in the pergola getting the furniture wet, but the cushion was dripping and it was 24 hours post rain.  Teh German tried to ring the cushion out, but it kept dripping.  Eventually, he removed the cover and put it in a place to drain and dry out. 

I'm not sure how, but this led me to asking him to fetch the shop vac and I proceeded to vacuum all the patio furniture, finally getting rid of that HUGE ass spider web.  I did discover the spider and asked Teh German for something to kill said spider with and he came back with critter spray... I meant a paper towel or a shoe or something immediately lethal.  Teh German sprayed the spider and it took off running and then we were unable to find it again.... 🤦🤦🤦🤦🤦

That was the point at which I insisted on vacuuming ALL the patio furniture completely.  I also vacuumed the rug.  When everything was put back together, I asked Teh German if he wanted to hang out outside or inside and he said inside and I was legit disappointed.  I HAD DONE ALL THAT WORK!  But there was AC inside and The Americans.. so I said ok.

We had leftovers for dinner and then we watch The Americans until midnight when we finally went to bed.


Sunday was productive day.  Teh German actually got up with the dogs before I could get annoyed with Meri laying in my leg space so I actually got to go back to sleep, which is very rare.  I ended up getting up around 0945 and making gravy for the leftover biscuits we brought home from Poogan's Porch brunch on the 4th.

Made with love and a little melted plastic...
Although this "modification" really made stirring the bottom of the pan easier.

Teh German had 2nd breakfast with my first breakfast and then I went into study mode for Chemistry and Teh German finished working on fish tank things he'd been working on all morning.  Teh German went over to Teh PT House to watch FIFA while I suffered through reacquainting myself with Chem. 

After a 1 hour break to talk with Teh Running Bestie, I did make minimal progress, hopefully it will be sufficient for the quizzes and test we have this week.  The professor put 2 old tests on the class website, so I printed those out and started taking them as a means to help myself recognize what I don't understand (from Chem 1) and what I need to ask about.

My goal is to take Friday's test on Thursday so I can go to MD this upcoming weekend for Megan-Teh Running Bestie time.  I haven't purchased my tickets yet, just in case, but I'm planning on it, while Teh Running Bestie is NOT planning on it, so she's not disappointed in case something happens.  Fair.

When Teh German finally came home, I had finished up with as much Chemistry as I was going to accomplish.  He was kinda surprised.  Again, leftovers for dinner and then we watched The Americans until bedtime.

Sometimes, fuzzy feet try to pierce my face.


It was such a weird weekend because Wednesday kinda felt like Friday and Friday kinda felt like Monday but also Friday.. Saturday felt like Sunday and Sunday was just weird. 

For real, being back in class has me in a funk and it's not so good.  I'm questioning how I'm going to survive another 295 of schooling.  Teh Running Bestie suggested maybe going back on the anxiety meds, but I would have to find a medication that doesn't have forgetfulness as a side effect, because that's the real reason I had to stop taking the anxiety meds.. and my general no-fucks given attitude had escalated to maybe too high levels.  Oops.  I think I'm supposed to have my lady appointment at the end of July or August (I can't remember because it's not scheduled because they said they'd call me to schedule when it's time, annoying) and I was going to ask my OB/GYN at the appointment for either a medication that my insurance covers or a referral to a general practice doc who isn't part of the office that I'm boycotting after my March sickness.

I might also have some PMS going on.  That snuck up on me.

I have to get back into the school-work swing of things, which is annoying because it means my days are super long and exhausting.  Also, I've not been sleeping well, so that only makes each day seem longer (not really just seem, since the days really are long when you don't fill them with sleeping).

This week is the first full week of class and the teacher doesn't hate me, so that's a positive.  She also has noticed that I'm trying to be on top of things, not just because I'm trying to leave town this weekend. 

The calendar is currently void of activities, other than my impending travels.

Oh yeah, and Pax was fine all weekend so I cancelled his vet appointment that was scheduled for this afternoon.  No need to waste $150+ for him to just be milking me for attention.  Siiiiiigh.