Kilt It Ded

This morning, I went into work and felt like all the stupid people decided to email me about things.  Really, it was just a repeat lady, but it felt like more.  One of my immediate reactions was that I wanted to bake something.  Because, well, who doesn't like baking? 

I decided to make Pear Coffee Cake.  Which turned into Pear-Cherry-Pecan Coffee Cake.  Hey, the recipe called for dates, which I just wasn't into.  And I couldn't find hazelnuts, which is what I really wanted.

~Random tangent: Why is it that if Oregon has the biggest crop of hazelnuts in the US, I couldn't find any at the store?  That seems weird.~

Back on track.  As I'm making my delicious cake, I'm using my mixer to cream things and mix things and whatever.  I add an egg, and mix.  Add another, and mix.  Add a third, and mix.  As I turned the mixer off the third time, I notice it's starting to smoke.  Poor pathetic mixer.  What do I do?  Add the vanilla and mix.  Except that the mixer doesn't really want to mix.  I try turning it up.  Mistake.

Now, it makes a really weird whirring sound, smoke more, and the sparks.  And then the whirring sound was no more.

I kilt my mixer.  Kilt it ded.  Sigh.  Good thing I'm getting married and can register for a new one!

Stop Selling To Me!!!

I heard once that you can hide from the government, but you can never hide from you Alumni Association.  I may believe it. 

My Alumni Association has decided to put out a fancy book that includes everyone's contact information.  Which means I've been solicited at least 4 times in the last 2 weeks to update my info.

So I did.  I mean, someone may wonder what happened to me.  And now they can know.

But then came the sales pitch.  Do I want this book, in the deluxe hardbound edition with so many people in it, and the history of the school and yada yada yada?  No, not really.  Well, do I want the softbound edition?  Not really.  Oh, how about the CD-Rom edition with just my year, the 2 years before and 2 years after me?  Again, not so much.

But why did I feel the urge to justify my rejection?  No money.  No space.  No real interest.  At least all 3 are valid reasons...though the third is the real reason I kept saying no.  Seriously, what would I do with this?  Absolutely nothing.  It would gather dust on my shelf.

Feng Shui

The people who live above us are constantly re-arranging their apartment, it seems.  Maybe they have bad feng shui and are trying to fix it?  But daily?

Honestly, we hear them stomping around, running around, and doing who knows what up there.  Last night, just after we got into bed, then were in the room above us, what sounded like moving their bed.  Not in a rhythmic way, it sounded like they were sliding it all over the floor.  So I yell out "What are you doing?!?" kinda loud.  All noise stops for about 10 seconds.  Then there's a thump.  Devin and I lost it laughing. 

Oh Technology

So, as of late, Devin has been working hard on getting his business up and running.  Which, by the way, if you haven't gone over and listened to the first installment of "The Amazing Adventures of Captain Farr Novarider and the Wild Horses", do it now!!

Anyway, getting The Amazing Adventures up has been a process in our household.  Devin, who has only kinda been into social media, is now getting the hang of it.  Which probably means that I don't need to manage his Facebook anymore.  But it's turned into more than that too.  I mean, he's on Twitter now.  Twitter.  That seems weird.  And yes, I'm following him.  Still trying to decide on mobile updates.

Anyway, the point is, we have random technology mishaps.  Lots of cursing at computers, which always makes me laugh.  Can I just say, this National Ferris Wheel Day, I am starving.

And yes, if you didn't know, it's National Ferris Wheel Day.  We're going to watch Friday the 13th.  Winner!

Customer Service Woes...and Other News

I have no idea why people who shop online can't actually use computers.  It drives me bonkers.  Anyway, it's been customer service no bueno week, from the lady who threw a fit and then sent us the wrong items back to the chick who just wouldn't listen.  Man, am I glad tomorrow is Friday.  Though, I've spent all day thinking it was Wednesday, which has been great.  Because then I remember that it's Thursday, and that means that tomorrow is the last day of the work week.  Yay!

In other news, the wedding is pretty much done.  Which means I need a new project.  Which has turned into 2 things.  One, re-doing Today's Crochet.  Because, well, let's face it, it needs it.  I'll be working on it.  Second, finding out how to get good craft products at low prices.  IE-Wholesale.  Woohoo, I'm excited.

Today's fun news?  Our honeymoon airline tickets got changed, and now we're spending almost 14 hours at the Newark airport.  My first thought?  What the heck is there to do in Newark?  So, I Googled that.  You know what there is to do?  Go to freaking New York!!  So we're doing that. 

What can I say, I've never been to New York.  It'll be all new and exciting.  And I'm sure I'll think there are way too many people everywhere, but it'll be a nice experience. 

Also in great news, y'all should head over to Bound Compass soon.  Someone is posting his first adventure, and it's awesome!  Got about 20 minutes?  Need a laugh?  Check out Devin's audio drama.  And if you're a huge fan, you'll be able to buy it on iTunes soon.  So enjoy.

I'm trying to think of something funny.

Oh!  Got it.  I went yesterday to donate plasma, and the lady who is sticking me just can't get to the vein.  I'm squirming, because I really don't like needles much, and she goes "You know, you squirming over there doesn't help."  My two thoughts (a) "Well, if you'd get the needle in my vein instead of poking it around like you're fishing with a spear, I'd stop wiggling!" and (b) "It's either wiggle or hold my breath.  Would you rather I pass out?"  But I said neither, as it's not a good idea to antagonize the person who is sticking a needle in your arm.