Oh, you need that Word document converted to a pdf?

Well, after an uninstall and a reinstall and a repair and finally an update that wanted to take 45 minutes, It still doesn’t work on my machine.

So I moved to another computer…

..Where Acrobat didn’t convert the file the first time I tried the conversion.

Some days, I really hate computers.

I have to say that I am sorely disappointed in Shawn’s review of a review of his review.

Shawn’s review review lacked the substance that I’ve come to expect from his commentary, and instead did little more than tell us that a review of his review existed.

When I read a review of a review, I want to know the nitty gritty: what was exceptional about the review–either exceptionally good or exceptionally bad. There wasn’t even any mention of hideous arse candles. I really expect any negative review of a review to contain at least a side reference to them.

And not only was there not a video of this review, but there weren’t even any pictures, displaying the strengths and weaknesses of the review to be reviewed. All we got was a lousy smiley?! UNACCEPTABLE!

This review lacked the wit and charisma that I’ve come to expect from a man who gives his wife five hot water bottles for Valentine’s Day.
Shawn, I expect better of you in the future.

Also: TAKE YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICINE!

My cousin sent me an electronic copy of the picture he gave us for Christmas.

Is that not the most awesome picture ever?

I was just thinking that yesterday’s post probably belongs in my “Things that Don’t Happen to Other People” series of posts.

It just goes to show that I am a living embodiment of “Murphy’s Law.” (She struggled valiantly to overcome her phobia, only to have it reinforced in the worst possible way!)

And it is kinda funny, in a very black, and very twisted way. But if you can’t laugh at yourself, then you don’t have any right to laugh at anyone else, right?

Beth Cave, May 1925 to 9 February 2008.

Today we drove to Frederick to visit my other grandmother, who had stopped eating. I was very worried about the trip, because I have a major phobia of nursing homes, and hadn’t set foot in one since my great grandmother broke her hip when I was in elementary school.

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I’ve got two Life Long Learners classes today, and then tomorrow a whole family trip to visit my other grandmother who has stopped eating.

So I won’t be around much today.

But if I am around, I was reminded yesterday of one of those stories of things that only happen to me. It all hinges on the phrase “Damned kids! Bustin’ shit up! ‘Swhy my insurance rates are so high!”

Which makes it related to another story involving a party in the first, the punch line of which is, “It’s an EIGHT track. Why would I steal an EIGHT TRACK?”

Have a great day!

Happy Year of the Rat!

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Multum in parvo

Much in little

For some reason, that seemed about right.

Hmmm… 9 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s pretty chilly.

Too bad I had to leave the house to come to work. Especially since work is going to kick my butt today.

It’s snowing! Lots of snow!

(happy dance)

I love snow.

ADDENDUM the First:
Bah. Now it looks like rain.

What is it about long weekends that make coming back to work harder than usual.

No, I didn’t spend the long weekend partying, we spent it curled up reading, or watching episodes of “Heroes” (we’re more than three quarters through Season One now! GAH!)

So really, there’s no excuse for me to be tired.

My grandmother has been trying various kinds of lotions for various parts of her body, and after reading a magazine article, asked me to pick up some Udder Cream, which is supposed to be very helpful for chapped and dry skin.

When we got back from shopping today, I gave her the udder cream, and told her to make sure to follow the directions, and then read aloud, “Wash udder and teat parts thoroughly with clean water and soap before each milking…”

“Of course,” she said, ” they all say that.”

I think we’ll have to regularly ask her if she’s washing her udder and teat parts before milking.