whiski_sour: (I hate the pineapple)
I went to the doctor today because I've been having trouble with my throat and some difficulty swallowing for the past two years (don't even start in on me about that; I was broke with no insurance and in that financial state, I stick hard and fast to the idea that it'd be cheaper to bury me than cure me). This is the first time I've been to a doctor in at least ten years, not counting my surgery. Yes. Long overdue. Poor and going to the doctor is frowned upon in my family. We're unhealthy rednecks.

So, I found out a few things on my doctor's visit. First off all, I finally got an accurate weight for the first time in years. 246. My over/under was 240, so I wasn't far off.

Secondly, I was disappointed to find my blood pressure a little high. 141/96. It's not like I'm going to stroke out any time soon, but damn, it kinda bums me to know my blood pressure was better when I was smoking.

As for the throat thing, the doctor thinks it might be gastroesophageal reflux disease. You know, GERD. So I've got to take this over the counter acid control stuff for the next month to see if that doesn't help. He also had me Google it so he wouldn't have to tell me the whole list of foods I'm not supposed to eat, which basically make up most of my diet. He also had me get a blood test to rule out any thyroid problems.

Dad and Carrie have been very amused by this. I'm glad somebody is.

If you need me, I'll be over here pouting.
whiski_sour: (yay!)
Bob the Tech Guy came to our rescue and we are once again Internet enabled.

He called while I was at Mom's and I told him to go on to the house, Dad would be waiting.

About an hour later, Dad called to say that we were hooked up.

Bob the Tech Guy was appalled at the way we were treated. He gave us his cell number in case we needed help again AND gave us the number to his boss's boss and told us to call them and tell him everything that we went through.

Bob the Tech Guy is now my new favorite person and I'm afraid I judged him too harshly when he first called me today. My bitterness for the company skewed my view.

But he turned out to be my hero.

Thanks, Bob the Tech Guy!

Now, I can stop rushing through things and failing to comment on people's LJs due to time constraints and go back to not commenting because I am lazy/have nothing to say.
whiski_sour: (scream)
Day 165...Still No Internet )

In other news, McGee got into a fight Wednesdy night and got rolled pretty good. She's got a sore spot on her side and broke off a tooth, which Dad had to pull. Dentistry is McGee's least favorite thing and believe me when I say we've done a lot of it on her.

She's feeling better today, though, but she's still milking it for all the treats she can get.

As well she should.
whiski_sour: (shoot)
I still don't have Internet. We have the equipment. We have the service. We just don't have the two working together. I don't know when it's going to be operational.

Or if it will ever be. 'Cause that's the way my luck is going.

So, I'm once again at Mom's, taking care of business since it's been over a week since I last checked my email and it was just as horrible as I imagined.

Plus, I needed to get out of the house. Honestly, I don't look forward to going back. They're going to have to pad the walls of that place.

I'm just saying.
whiski_sour: (death note)
Still no Internet. The company that was supposed to hook us up yesterday couldn't hook us up. Couldn't be done. So, we were left high and dry. We're trying another company now, but there's no word on when (if?) we'll get hooked up.

So, yeah. The bad luck from June continues into July. Terrific.

I've been posting to Twitter via text, so if you want to keep up with my bland daily life (and updates on when I'm getting Interwebs), you can follow me over there. I'm KikiWrites.

In other news, the neighbors were playing music in their garage last night, which usually bugs me because they have questionable taste, but last night, I really enjoyed the selection. Like I told Carrie, they were playing songs that I hadn't heard since college.

Second round of college, to be precise.

When you've been three times over the span of a decade, it's good to pinpoint which round when using it in relation to time. I'm just saying.
whiski_sour: (Danno's on hold)
The latest estimated ship date on my new laptop is July 6 (my sister's birthday). My mother is going to get tired of seeing me at this rate. Let's hope that I get surprised and it comes in sooner.

Hey, look! There's a parade in front of my house. )
Tune in for the next installment of as the job hunt turns... )

Other than that, things have been pretty mellow. I've been catching up on a lot of my reading because I don't have the Internet to eat up my time. Which I suppose isn't a bad thing. I like reading. I also like the Internet eating up my time. Sooo...ya know.

I just can't wait to be back in the loop again. I miss you guys!
whiski_sour: (marshmellow stupid)
The Internet Saga )
The Getting a Job Saga )

So that's my world in a nutshell right now. Frustrations and crankiness galore.

I hope you all are well. I miss you terribly. I look forward to the day when we can be together again. /pining
whiski_sour: (internets)
I'm posting from my mothers because we've not had Internet at my house since yesterday afternoon. So far I can say with reasonable certainty that it's not the computer and the problem lies on the providers end. So far, I have yet to find out what the dilly is, yo.

In the meantime, the laptop is toast.

So, yeah, I'm at the end of my rope and it's tied into a noose and I'm ready to put my head through it and go for a swing.

Seriously. I can't take this abuse much longer, Universe.

Until next time. Whenever that may be.
whiski_sour: (one of those days)
I'm really starting to lose my grip when it comes to my laptop. Nothing has caused me to moodswing so hard since I was crazy ten years ago.

I got it working well enough to backup the files that needed it and yesterday the damn thing worked fine, no problems whatsoever.

Then today I get the blue screen of death, followed by the "no hard drive found" error on start-up. Then it just won't turn on. At all. Lights are on, nobody is home. If my mind was a deadly weapon, the house would have been on fire.

It was my father, the man who does not know how to check his email, that came up with the idea to get it to come on again because the Universe has a really twisted sense of humor.

Now, I'm back to square one (no hard drive found), but at least it's a familiar square.

So while the mood has swung back to functioning without wanting to throw the Tiki Idol threw a wall, I'm still in the "life's not fair and I'm really kinda sick of its bullshit" frame of mind.

Because right now it's the baseline truth of my existence.

Tomorrow, however, might tell a different story. You never know.
whiski_sour: (Danno's on hold)
My laptop is still unusable, however, now that I've had my hissy fit and slept on it, I'm not neary as stabby over the whole situation. I will get the laptop fixed (I feel that it is fixable), I just don't know when.

As such, I've been relegated to using Gringo as my primary computer once again. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but as I've said several times before, Gringo is no spring chicken. He's gone from whippersnapper to cranky old man in my possession and lately has been veering into doddering old fogey territory. Also, he hates almost everything. Even checking my email can piss him off some days. So my level of internet interaction is going to go down considerably for the forseeable future, which kind of sucks, but I have come to accept and will cope with.

I'm sure all of my faithful followers on Twitter will miss my Hawaii 5-0 musings.

So to recap: until I get the Tiki Idol fixed, Gringo is it, muchachos. Expect little.

Who knows? Maybe the break will do me good.

I doubt it, but we'll see. I'm game.
whiski_sour: (scream)
I don't know what it is about June that makes my laptop crash and burn, but there you go.

Yeah, the Tiki Idol has crashed again and I'm not very optimistic about its future at this point. Even if it can be saved, I might end up trying to hurl it into space anyway.

So, I'm going to be a little scarce for awhile. I feel that this move is best considering I keep going back and forth between wanting to flip a car and bursting into tears.

In review of the events of the past month or so, I'd say my life is turning into a poorly written country song.

And that's a bitch, folks. That's a bitch.
whiski_sour: (shoot)
I spent 3 1/2 hours in technical hell trying to print out a tax form for Dad. I never did get it printed. He said not to worry about it and I won't. I'm not the one who waited until the last minute.

I didn't have any trouble printing it out last year, but that was last year. Things have updated since then. Multiple times, probably. And Gringo is just too old to be able to handle the updates very well anymore. The laptop ended up being no better help because it's a possessed Tiki Idol that will probably make me wipeout should I ever go surfing.

The whole thing pissed me off to no end, despite the heavy application of Monkees music during the ordeal. However, my mood was greatly improved after a time-out and some dinner that I didn't have to cook.

The most aggravating thing about the whole situation? I bet if I tried to download and print out that tax form tomorrow, it'd probably work.

'Cause that's how Gringo rolls.
whiski_sour: (marshmellow stupid)
After a thunderstorm Saturday night, all of the snow (save for the big piles) that we had accumulated since December 26th melted. Sunday, we could actually see grass! Dead grass, but grass just the same.

Monday, it snowed again. Not much. A good inch, inch and a half.

Today, I went out and cleaned off my car and warmed it up.

About four o'clock this afternoon, it started to snow again. There's about an inch on my car again.

The Universe has a sense of humor. I'm just saying.
whiski_sour: (stuck on stupid)
I made microwave popcorn last night and as I was opening the bag, a flaming chunk of sun-hot butter and salt launched out of the bag and landed on my hand. My reaction time was too slow and now I have a blister on my hand where it landed.

Ya know, I expect to set myself on fire while cooking a routine meal (I never fail to hit the edge of a hot pan with the exposed skin of some extremity), but I really don't think it's fair to be scarred for life by microwave popcorn.

If anyone asks, I got into a fight with a deranged scientist and I acquired this injury from the splashback of throwing acid into his face to save all of humanity.

Popcorn. Really, Universe? Judas.
whiski_sour: (one of those days)
Looks like the power cord for my laptop, which is now known as Tiki because it's that cursed, is done for. I thought that yesterday, but the Universe proved me wrong. I'd love for the Universe to prove me wrong again today, too.

Also, I ripped a hole in my favorite Vincent Price shirt. My ONLY Vincent Price Shirt. My one-of-a-kind-can't-be-replaced Vincent Price shirt.

Yeah, I think my horror-scope was way off today.
whiski_sour: (bigger gun)
I will tell you this...if I didn't need my computer, it would right now be laying out in the driveway, smashed into several hundred pieces, of which the bigger ones would be collected and taken out to be used for target practice.

Worse yet, I'm right where I was before I started trying to make things work.

Yeah, I could smack a bitch up right about now.

How was your day?
whiski_sour: (*cackle*)
Dad bought me a book today.

Death by Stupidity: The 1001 Most Ridiculous, Bizarre, and Astonishingly Idiotic Ways People Have Kicked the Bucket by David Southwell and Matt Adams.

I've got a feeling that the book I'm currently reading is going to be interrupted in favor of this one.

And since I woke up cranky, the Cubs lost, and it rained on my laundry, it's safe to say that not only is the new book the highlight of my day, but also, I could use the laughs.

Even morbid ones.
whiski_sour: (porpoise is laughing)
Okay, I have consulted the tarot, checked the stars, and read my horoscope (which, as usual, had nothing to do with my life).

I've taken my ass whoopin' and learned my lesson.

I have decided to walk away from yesterday a stronger and wiser person.

I don't know when I'll actually start to feel smarter for having learned my valuable lesson (even if I did do it the hard way), but if TV shows, books, and movies have taught me anything, I know one day I will.

Not dead yet.
whiski_sour: (ache)
The Universe just beat the shit out of me with my own stupidity and I deserved every lick of it.

I don't want to be overly dramatic and I'm leaving room for a sliver of hope, but overall, right now at at this very minute, I feel like I've just wrecked my life.

So, anyone out there looking to savor my defeat and gloat at my misery, now would be the time to do it. I'm leaving comments open just for that purpose.

I'll be over here, licking my wounds.

My spit probably contains arsenic.
whiski_sour: (in trouble)
The washer only seems to go on the fritz when I'm doing laundry. Today it wouldn't stop where it was supposed to and it wouldn't drain. Thankfully, Dad was supposed to go in to work late today and was able to straighten it out.

However, before it was done a severe thunderstorm watch was issued. The only reason why I did laundry today was so I could hang it outside.

Let me just say that hanging laundry outside during a thunderstorm watch after the washer fritzed, every clothespin is a dare to the universe to blow your pants to the next county.

I kept a very close eye on the weather all day today and got my clothes in twenty minutes before the downpour.

Sure, I cheated fate today. Next time, I know I won't be so lucky.

Also, the Universe seems to be pretty against me doing laundry. Not sure yet if that's a bad thing.


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