My head has turned into a snot machine; and I don’t even have bad allergies – just the mildly unpleasant kind. I keeping seeing FB posts about people being laid out with allergies and I should be (and I suppose I am) grateful that mine aren’t like that; but still, how much snot can one…
Yesterday, it’s getting close to quitting time when one of the lawyers sends me a dictation – a RUSH. Got to have it NOW. Lawyer’s are like that. So I load up the dictation, connect the USB foot pedal, and grab my pink SkullCandy earbuds. I am ready to rock this thing. Except – OW…
Yesterday, I was supposed to meet this guy who is working on a CD and Showcase to put in some background vocals. I was supposed to be there at 8 p.m. At 8:20 he called to ask where the fuck I was. I was sitting at home in front of my computer without a clue.…
Or is it virii? (Okay, as a Registered Medical Transcriptionist, I know it is viruses.) Anyhow, every now and then Mozilla Firefox takes a dive on me. Actually, it takes a dive on me fairly often, but I close down the process with Task Manager and can usually go right back in. Not this time.…
Help me, help me – I’m working and I can’t stop. Actually, I have stopped, at 12:14 AM. What is wrong with this picture. More to the point, what is wrong with me? I’m shutting down my computer and I see a work e-mail from an attorney who says he needs a document ASAP. Well,…
When I was a child, I always sported a pixie cut. I HATED it (even though, in hindsight, I must admit I did look fucking adorable). But my Mom said until I could take care of my own hair, I was going to have short hair. Fast forward to my teens. Finally, hirsute freedom arrives…
The roast is in the oven. The lemon delight cake is frosted. The fruit/marshmallow salad is made. All would be right with the world if the broadcast of Penn’s Sunday School’s podcast hadn’t been screwed up. (Did you notice, in deference to the holiday, I refrained from saying “fucked up”?) But the Hollywood Babylon podcast…
Just tickled with myself I have been signed up for Spotify for a long time. However, being the smarty-mcfarty I think I am, I didn’t bother learning how to use it. This resulted in much frustration. I thought it would be more user friendly, so even a fat old lady like me could figure it…
I have been in the habit of writing my blog posts last thing in the day. I figured after the accumulation of a days’ experiences, I would have more to draw from. Wrong. At the end of the day, my brain has already shut down and gone to bed, even though my fingers are still…
I am being held captive by a game I don’t particularly like, perhaps because I’m not very good at it. The game is Spider solitaire. It is one of the first things I bring up in the morning and the last thing I close before I shut down ye olde computer. The reason I have…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 