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I spent about an hour and a half "TechComming" with a friend of mine. I say "TechCom" because I don't really know what else to call it.
This would have been rather expensive in the past. Now it was no extra charge other than our already existing broadband connections. "Charming, simply charming!"
Have you ever noticed that it's hard to type with a bruised fingertip? If you haven't noticed, today I can assure you it is true. I'm sure tomorrow it will be all better...or else. While the finger is hard to type with, I must admit the bruise on the big toe is much worse. I can see that bruise through my white socks. Oddly, the worst bruise doesn't hurt; I suspect it might tomorrow.
Don't worry, I haven't been abused or tormented by anyone, but don't ask.
I went into the store today to buy a case for my iPod Nano (3rd gen, light blue, the fatty model). I figured since it's now a "previous" generation I better buy a case before they disappear and, to be perfectly honest, I assumed they'd be cheaper now than they used to be. Bingo, I was right!
Here's why I want a case...I'm begrudgingly sticking my toes into the Velcro world. Unlike my father, I detest using Velcro on commodities. My dad is an expert at slapping a little Velcro here and there (he's also a master at gluing things, which is fantastic...no kidding here). Pop has a cordless phone sitting on top of the little TV in his computer room. He has the phone sitting there because every other surface in reach of the phone line is covered with paperwork, books, important knick-knacks (is that an oxy-moron?), computer equipment (e.g., monitors, surge protectors, the tower, a fax machine, and a printer), and all his upstairs hi-fi equipment. He's a hi-fi nut, so that last grouping covers a lot of territory. That means the poor little cordless phone has no home other than on top of the TV. To make sure it stays on top of the TV, my father pulled out his adored Velcro and ta-da "nothing could be finer." I hate this. Now there's going to Velcro residue on top of that TV! It doesn't bother me about the bottom of the charger, but...ugh...Velcro stickiness on the TV for the rest of it's sad life.
I'd rather be careful and occasionally knock something over (or find it a new home if it's breakable) than stick Velcro to my commodities. You'll not find Velcro residue on my TVs, computers, chairs, dog, beds, phones, shower, mirrors, tables, photographs, lamps, remote controls, bulletin boards, etc. If it didn't arrive with Velcro, such as the Velcro sown on my Teva sandles and a few jackets, then there ain't no Velcro on me. (OK, I admit it, my father doesn't have velcro on most of those items either.) Simply put, if it don't come with Velcro, it don't get no Velcro. That's the creed.
Until today that is. I decided that since my car is dieing anyway, I might as well put a little snip of Velcro on the flat vertical part of the dashboard and stick my Nano to it. That way I can see the iPod and control it with greater ease and safety. However, with my aversion to residue of any type and, in this particular case, Velcro residue, I can't bring myself to stick Velcro to the back of my Nano. Don't bother to tell me I could probably scrub the residue off with nail polish remover...that might also ruin the Nano's bright shine (TL, I throw that word in just for you!).
This brings us back (whew) to my opening paragraph. I looked over the case selection at the store...they had a few leathers ones, a few with flaps covering the front of the Nano, silicone ones, and plastic ones. I decided to go with plastic because it's cheaper than leather and I'm afraid the silicone ones will eventually tear since I'll take the Nano off the dashboard and hide it whenever I get out of the car. In fact, I bought four plastic cases as they were all bundled together in one package for $.99. Can't beat that price very easily! The case even swings open, making it even easier to hide the Nano when departing the car. I was all set, except for buying the Velcro with it's mandatory residue.
Only once I got to the car and popped my Nano into the case, I discovered why those 99 cents weren't such a deal. Once you put the Nano in the case you cannot plug anything into the headphone jack! The case is too thick and close to the jack. How BRILLIANT is that? Nanos don't have speakers...you have to plug something into the headphone jack to listen to the device! But not with this case design, listening is not an option. I had to go through two lines to return the 99-cent package of cases (another brilliant design) and am back to the old method of having the Nano slide around on the console between the front seats, where I can't see or control it without picking it up.
It's always nice to be thwarted by another person's "brilliance." Maybe they should have used Velcro or at least tested their product!
The last few weeks have been really difficult. So before heading to bed, I decided to start listing the things I'm thankful for. Or as Irving Berlin put it: "counting my blessings, instead of sheep."
I'm thankful. (If you leave a comment, focus on what you are thankful for, not on me and my list.)
Whenever I try to go to bed early...I end up going to bed really late! It's probably going to be 1:00 A.M. before I hit the sack at the rate I'm going tonight. I started thinking about going to bed at 11:00 P.M.
Why?
Recent discover:
Here's a bigger view of the sign on the building:
Lost mail? Mystery solved!
Delmer blogged today about the Dick and Jane readers used in American schools in years past. This brings back some interesting memories for me. Sadly, I looked a little too much like Sally, the younger sister in the Dick and Jane series. Any time we'd read from the Dick and Jane readers, kids would call me Sally for days...I know that we're all too mature for that now. Right.
Here's Sally pretending to be the Morton Salt girl (sans the salt):
Here's me at about the same age, but in black and white (I still like Easter and I still like eggs, just not in that combination or excitement level):
Here's me in color at an older age than the two images above...but you can see the color matches (actually, this image has my hair redder than it really was):
Occasionally people would ask if I was the model for Sally...NO! I'm not that old! The books are from the 1930s!
Hmm, need to search the Folks' home to find better pictures of me as Sally. Or maybe I should let the bad dreams fade....
I had to go back to the vet's tonight to pick up some eye drops for Reggie that weren't available during his appointment. His eyes are drier than they want, so we'll be going to the animal eye specialist once I get it set up. But tonight the adventure was about other animals.
Reggie's vets have moved to a new location further west and we'd just entered the last leg of the trip where the traffic just suddenly dissipates. Civilization and lights seem left behind and nature springs up. It was still a four-lane road, but we were surrounded by fields and chirping locusts. The smell of distant rain seeped into the car to further isolate us.
I noticed that something was curled up on the road ahead of me and slowed down just as a deer stood up. This was a little more nature than I was expecting. I wasn't in any danger of hitting the deer, but I slowed anyway. Instead of going to the closest field the deer went the other way...right in front of a car coming from the other direction. I actually yelled, "Don't hit it!" even though the driver couldn't hear me. Fortunately, the deer turned back around and trotted in front of me, which wasn't an issue as I'd stopped the car. I was only a few feet from the young deer and wanted to take a picture, but didn't have my camera with me.
I drove cautiously onto the vet's and they me told there had been a coyote on that road two nights earlier...I think we have one of those in my own subdivision. As I walked back to the car with Reggie's drops, I felt something smack the top of my foot. I was wearing sandals and as I moved my right foot through the air...as one does when one is walking...my toes definitely came into contact with something small, cold, and slimy. I looked down and watched two small frogs blitz-hop back off the walk into the scrubs. I'd kicked a frog. Surely this is some sort of achievement; how often does one's moving foot make contact with an air-born miniature frog?
I stood there a second looking at the deserted walk. All-in-all, I decided it was far better to have kicked a frog with the top of my foot than to have stepped on it with the bottom of my shoe or to have hit a deer with my car. Even so I grabbed hand sanitizer from the car and squirted it all over my toes. I'm such a girl!
Those of you that know me know that I've been "tottering on the brink" (to borrow from the 1940 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice) of sanity for some time. Today I went over the brink...I signed up for Twitter and Facebook.
I suspect I'll fade on Twitter fairly quickly, but until then you can check my twittering at http://twitter.com/missyisms. See what a boring life I have. ;-) Any of you twitters?
I've signed up for Facebook, but haven't spent time learning it yet. Maybe now as the Closing Ceremonies are on. I guess I have to start looking for friends so my profile won't be so lonely.
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