geminigirl: (LJ)
(not directed at anyone here btw)

Why is it that when you post a query about something to LJ you get all sorts of information not relevant to your question?

Other question, is related to birthing classes/birth preparation so it's back behind this cut tag )
geminigirl: (Cookie Monster Got Milk)
Courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] aquariumgirl (note-registration required, but bugmenot.com usually has working logins for the Washington Post) HHS Toned Down Breast-Feeding Ads Formula Industry Urged Softer Campaign. Also available here from MSNBC.

And much more pleasantly....

Design your own onsie.

The next two, courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] rockstarbob:

Most popular baby names by decade from the 1880s to 2000s.-I found my name in the appropriate decade.

Also, The baby name wizard blog with some interesting articles. Do note that the words "vagina" and "penis" appear in entirely mundane context on the current first page of the blog.

I think it's time to go talk to my breakfast cereal, and see what my Rice Krispies inspire me to do today. Maybe they'll prompt me to answer the three e-mails in my inbox that I want to deal with.
geminigirl: (Til Death Do Us Part)
Dear Spouse,

I am hungry. I have also been going to bed very early lately. And we had a discussion just a few days ago about eating supper earlier. Therefore, I appreciate even less than usual when I get phone calls from you at twenty after seven saying, "I haven't left work yet, I'm in an important beer fueled meeting,1 and it will be about another half an hour." This is especially irritating when you're responsible for two errands, which include picking up supper on your way home from work. I am hungry. I would like to eat supper at a reasonable hour, where it doesn't leave me feeling ill by bedtime.

No love,

Your Spouse


1. No, important beer fueled meeting is not a contradiction in terms. There is often beer in EA's offices, and frequently, late day meetings include beer and grilled burgers and hot dogs.

Letters...

Aug. 13th, 2007 11:20 am
geminigirl: (Disgruntled)
Dear Neighbor,

Painting your driveway with a sealant to prevent cracking is actually not a bad idea. Doing it now, when the weather has tended to be dryer than usual for the summer months is also not a bad idea. However, parking your Land Rover SUV in the middle of the street is a very bad idea. Especially when it impedes my ability to back out of my driveway. I realize that street parking is very limited on our cul-de-sac, but parking the 50 feet or so down the street where you won't impede access to my driveway, mailbox or trashcans would be a much better plan.

No love,

Me

Dear Husband,

Garlic cream sauce plus roasted garlic on your take out pasta last night=a very unhappy wife. Please to be remembering that you sweat garlic when there's a minimum of it in a dish, and an overwhelming amount like that is repulsive when I have to breathe it all night next to you-especially since you can't smell it coming out of your pores.

No love,
Your wife

Dear Referral Coordinator at my doctor's office,

An 8 AM appointment downtown coming from where I am is nuts. I appreciate the fact that your office makes the appointment for me, but to be there at 8 AM is crazy. I will think very hard about whether I want to try and reschedule that appointment, but I hope, in the future, I get to schedule my own appointments with this new doctor.

No love,

Me

Other than that, not much to say. An overly-social weekend, with a party Friday and a party Saturday. The party Saturday was an homage to the San Gennaro Feast plus a celebration of the second anniversary of the corporate relocation that brought us all here. (Greg, a colleague of Cayne's had complained "I can't go to San Gennaro, so San Gennaro will come to me." Complete with Italian food, sausage and peppers, zeppole and pictures of the Pope. Our friend Su's brother had returned from Myanmar where he'd been working with the Jesuit community there before he took his final vows, and was full of really fascinating stories about his work and his experiences.

Yesterday was housework/yardwork and a trip to the bookstore. We returned home to discover that the chicken I'd planned to cook for supper was spoiled, and so we ended up with take out (hence the letter to my dear spouse who overdid the garlic a bit.) Today, I have a quick trip to the grocery store planned, maybe some bill paying, and I'm not sure what else yet.
geminigirl: (Disgruntled)
Dear Neighbor,

As president of the nanny organization homeowners association, you should be aware of the regulations regarding trash being placed in front of the house which come from both the city and the HOA. And yet, you insist upon placing yard waste in plastic trash bags, and impeding my mail delivery. Fix it.

No love,
Me

Dear Neighbor on the other side,

That blue LED sign with your house number is really tacky looking, and annoys my eyes when I'm driving at night. It's even worse because you have the colored lights along your walkway. Really tacky looking.

No Love,
Me

Dear Property Tax Appraiser Staff,

We did in fact submit the required documentation for the Homestead Exemption. It's not my fault that your office can't read "I-551" on the passport stamp, or that you can't read the letter that I enclosed with the copies explaining that the plastic card hadn't arrived, but the stamp was given at the interview to use until the card arrived. I'm not pleased with having to drive downtown to bring [livejournal.com profile] zedrikcayne's green card to you so that you can see it. I hope that our trip downtown will resolve this issue and I won't have to deal with the Appeals Board, and that you get your act together before next year.

No Love,

Me

Dear Old Guy Working at the Supermarket,

I appreciate that Publix provides carryout service for my groceries, even if I don't take advantage of the service. But it creeps me out that almost all of the guys who are doing the carrying are old enough to be my grandfather.

Love,

Me

Dear Creepy Guy Working at Wendy's,

No, the fact that we're both from New York (as you observed by reading the stickers on my windshield) doesn't mean I want free food or your phone number. Just give me my salad and let me go.

No Love,

Me

Dear Pharmacists and Pharmacy Techs,

The reason we go to this pharmacy hasn't ever been the service, and you continue to exemplify that today. We go to this pharmacy because it's easier to get into and out of the parking lot both coming from home and heading towards home than it is to get into the other 24 hour pharmacy, conveniently across the street from you. And when you keep insisting I have no refills on a prescription that I know there are refills on, it makes me question that decision.

Yes, the doctor wrote the script for 90 days with 3 refills. Yes, my insurance won't cover it that way, so you filled it as 30 days with two refills. That's why I picked up a refill on June 9, and I'm back today for another refill. And, yes, there are refills left, so stop telling me there are none. Just fill the prescription, give it to me and let me go home before it starts raining.

No love,

Me


Dear Cats,

Yes, I planted a big pot of grass to help your digestive systems since you don't go outside and can't get that digestive stimulation that way. Please don't overdo it on the first day and make me clean up piles of puke.

Love,

Me
geminigirl: (Angry Woman)
Florida has, as many states do, a variety of speciality license plates, with the money going to support various causes. I have, on my car, the Support Education tag on my car. I'm fine with paying a few extra dollars each year to support education.

But some of them, they bother me. I'm all for doing things like supporting reaosnable environmental causes, memorializing astronauts, demonstrating pride in a university or sports team, showing pride in military service or contributing to health promotion efforts.

But some things, some things just cross the line.

Like the Family Values plate. It doesn't express my family's values, for one, but that's pretty obvious. While that makes me uncomfortable, that's something that I can live with-what crosses the line for me, however, is the organization that the fee supports.Sheridan House Family Ministries. (Extra angry points because the state is collecting money for a faith based organization...doesn't matter whether it's one I like or not.) And then there's the Choose Life plate. Money raised by this place supports Crisis Pregnancy Centers, Maternity Homes and not-for-profit adoption agencies.


Okay. Cranky aside. Need to go figure out what's wrong with the cat's eye.
geminigirl: (Angry Woman)
We got four envelopes from USCIS today, and one from DHS.

Four envelopes, each with a separate NOA (Notice of Action) and one from DHS containing the information about going for a biometrics appointment.

So I spoke to the paralegal who handles most of our paperwork for immigration. And in this conversation, the amusing-ish story of how [livejournal.com profile] zedrikcayne got arrested because of paperwork snafus. Which led to the realization that when he goes for his biometrics appointment, and they take his fingerprints and run a background check, they'll probably flag his file if this arrest appears. He's not exactly sure where it happened, or what kind of judge he appeared before either.

I'm going to start Monday by calling the clerk of the county where he thinks it happened.
geminigirl: (Cooking Mama)
Anon posting on, IP logging off for a little while...

What don't you talk about? Drugs? Abortion? Guns? Repubicans? Vegeterians? Peer pressure? Why not? Is there anything you want to say about the topic that you wouldn't want your friends to know you were saying? Here's a chance to say it?

Comments unscreened at the moment; if you prefer that I screen comments, let me know, and I'll screen yours.

Good grief

Mar. 5th, 2007 12:31 am
geminigirl: (Just a Phase)
I'm in the middle of writing an answer about pre-natal vitamins, and how they can help prevent birth defects, and my brain is elsewhere, because it seems that instead of "birth" the rest of what comes out of my fingers following the letters "bi" is "sexual" which leavs me with the phrase "bisexual defects."

Yeah, whatever.
geminigirl: (Beta sleep)
which included making out on a bus with Richard Gere, and having him tell me that he had HIV and it would be okay if I didn't want to sleep with him.

He was a good kisser in my dream though.

I do not know where Richard Gere came from. I haven't seen a movie with him in it in a very long time. But, eventually, the bus dropped us off at the place where we were going.

The rest of the dream involved something that comes up periodically in my dreams-being in a building (usually a gymnasium) and wandering through the building to get to the pool, knowing where it is, but having a great deal of difficulty getting there, getting repeatedly lost. Usually something weird happens in a locker room in this part of the dream-this time, someone was living in the locker room and hiding in a locker. It also involved a strange staircase, where in order to go down the stairs, you had to leap over a trap door. There were other things, too. In trying to find the pool I walked in and out of an office, several times, and discovered that I'd left my purse on the bus, at some point I also lost my gym bag. There were classrooms...one was a preschool classroom where children were playing, and there was an open house, and a classroom that I instinctively knew was a university classroom, where students were watching a movie, and one glared at me while I walked past. This part of the dream also generally includes going down stairs to a dead end at least once, and today was no exception.

So that's your peek inside my brain. I'd blame it on the migraine meds but I haven't taken them...Category C for pregnancy, and why take a chance while we're trying?
geminigirl: (Default)
I remembered thing number three from yesterday's list, and I get to add 4 and 5. They're out of order because thing three may delve into the TMI Variety for some people.


no one else needs to hear me complain, but I feel better when I get it out. )

because some people don't really want to read about this part )

Feh. I'm sure it doesn't help that I'm half-staving off a migraine either, and despite chocolate not generally being a trigger food for me, I ate a couple of M&Ms this afternoon, without thinking about it, and it seems that made it worse.
geminigirl: (Scream Faces)
Last night, before I went to bed, I did a little bit of bill paying/banking sorts of things. I'd gotten our new mortgage statement in the mail, and for some reason, I hadn't ever entered the mortgage payment into the bank's electronic payment system, so I wanted to take care of that. It was late, but I took care of some things, and in doing that, I discovered that a check we'd written to the old apartment complex for replacing the carpet (we had a blue area rug that bled onto the carpet, and so it had to be replaced) hadn't ever been cashed. We had a payment agreement with the old place, and made the first payment late last month-[livejournal.com profile] zedrikcayne dropped the check off in person. This morning, after a bit more investigating, I give the management office a call. No idea where the check is, but call the company that used to own the apartments, (it was sold officially at the end of October) and see if they know anything about it. Still no luck. Call Cayne. He did drop it off, but he didn't write down the check number. Circles, circles, circles. Phone calls here, phone calls there. Finally, I figure out what the only mising check number is, put a stop on the check (for 31 dollars!!!) and reissue a new check to the apartment complex, this time directly through the bank's website, which may make it easier to track if it fails to get cashed in a timely manner.

A phone call to Mom, because I know that she's had similar issues with my Dad failing to write checks down in the checkbook, to ask what her solution to the problem was. (She didn't really have any suggestions, though she did have some interesting ideas that had worked for them, and Cayne's next checkbook will have carbons-I don't know why this one didn't.)

Then a fruitless phone call trying to track down the $28 the water company that managed billing at our old apartment owes us. All the phone numbers I have for them are to automated billing, so I sent an e-mail. If they still don't respond, I will have to start writing letters.

And then, the really irritating part of my morning. Which has been an ongoing irritation since we got the new phone number here. When you get a new phone number, you have to deal with the dregs of whoever had the number previously. You just do. Most people (including me) also promptly register the phone number with the Do Not Call list. Which I did. Dealing with the holdover from the person who previously had your number might mean a few wrong number calls, or it might mean some collections calls, or whatever. So, apparently, the people who had this number previously (who were not the previous owners of the house) had some outstanding debt. Most of the time, when I've dealt with the calls, they've called once or twice, and stopped when I explained that no, we weren't Margaret or James Hipp, no, we didn't know who they were or where they lived, and that we'd gotten this number early in September. They're polite, considerate, and reasonable. With one exception. And I'm hoping someone who has better resources for dealing with this information or knows how to find information that I'm not finding, may be able to help.

We get frequent, repeated phone calls from a particular number. And I'm going to put the number out there, because well, perhaps someone has some better ideas than I do. Most of the calls from this number are hang ups, though four times, I've actually spoken to a real person. The number that appears on the caller ID, is 716-566-9598. It comes up as "Unknown Name." Calling the number back gets me an automated "this number cannot be dialed" type message. Google tracks the only links back to here, which is largely useless. (If you don't feel like looking at the whole document, the summary is that the information comes back to a link to the Irving Rambler, to the police blotter, and lists it as a "possible telephone scam".) Using whitepages.com tells me that the number belongs to Paetech Communications who tell me that the number isn't even in their database.

Four of the phone calls that appear to come from that number have put me in touch with a live person. I believe one of them claimed to be collecting for Blockbuster Video, which involved threatening me, and telling me that "If I was Margaret Hipp, he'd come after me." Two involved arguing with me about being Margaret Hipp, and why wasn't I interested in their services, and refusing to put me through to a supervisor. One of those involved claiming he was from a company called "National Security." (Ha! You try googling for that one!) And then this morning, I was again threatened, lied to, hassled, called a bitch, and put through to a fake supervisor. This morning, they called and claimed to be from a company called "Paystream" which turns up links like this. Paystream also does business as Banksafe, and I spoke to someone at their office this morning, about the phone calls. I've also filed a complaint with the FTC, but they can't do much, since I have no idea who this company actually is, or where the calls actually come from. I'm frustrated, and angry, and completely not sure where to go next. I may take a ride over the the police station, or give the non-emergency number a call and see if they have any suggestions. The phone company can probably trace the number, but it will cost an arm and a leg to do it, and since I've twice been threatened, it may become worthwhile.


This afternoon...going to try and buy new jeans (though I think if I don't find them at the first store, I'll go tomorrow to the other, since I'm getting a much later start than anticipated), buy some point protectors for my knitting needles, and ribbon for Cayne's sister if they have the one she wants, go to the bookstore (yay coupons) and stop at Office Depot to buy a new chair and a laptop pouch. I think a quick grocery run for the stuff I forgot yesterday and some butter to make cookies for Sunday with, too. And tonight, the guy who will watch the cats while we're gone will come by for dinner, though, he's kind of anti-social. I'll make food, and he'll eat and hang out with the cats.

How was your day?
geminigirl: (Default)
Does anyone actually care that Lance Bass is gay?

I got dental floss caught in my mouth in a rather uncomfortable way. I'm not exactly sure how it got twisted the way it did, but it was scary.

Last night, we were eating something that had some artificial red coloring. Say what you will about artificial colors, but we have them sometimes. So, I'm eating this thing with the red coloring, and for some reason, there's a particular red dye (and I have no idea which one it is) that tastes unpleasant to me. It's been that way for a long time, and may be the reason that most artificially flavored cherry or strawberry things aren't appealing to me. In fact, I commented to Cayne last night that it was the reason that I wouldn't eat red M&Ms as a small child-they didn't taste right. But, he understood the whole red dye tastes weird thing, even though it apparently doesn't to him.

We spent a lot of time tonight trying to figure out what the plans for the new Wekiva Parkway are, and how close it will come to our house. It looks like it will be far enough away as to not be a noise issue for us, but still within a few kilometers of the house. We missed the community meeting about it tonight, but I think we'll try and head up to the one in Lake County (a bit northwest of where our house is) next Tuesday and find out what the plans actually say.

Cayne snores a lot. It happens that the couch shares a wall with where he's sleeping right now, though in the new house I can just imagine the cavernous living room bouncing around the noise, too. And I wish he snored less, or would do something about it. He won't until he's ready, no matter how I feel (which sounds really insensitive, but it's true) but I've set a limit of "before we have a child." The other part of this is that I know he doesn't get good sleep at night, and while that's annoying and not so good for him now, when we move and he has a longer commute, it's going to become a significant concern for me. The man can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, anywhere, anytime, under any conditions. And my worry (and yes, he knows this) is that one day, he'll manage to doze off while he's driving, and hurt himself or someone else. I suspect I'd find the noise of a CPAP machine easier to sleep with than the snoring.

But there are little things I love. I love the excited noise Cayne makes when I suggest something he's into. I love sitting with him on Saturday or Sunday, and making a menu for the week.

It's hot here. Too hot to do things. I'll perhaps post photos from last weekend tomorrow, and do laundry. I think now, though, I need to just get away from Cayne's noise.

Catching up

Aug. 1st, 2005 05:34 pm
geminigirl: (Default)
We're here in Florida. The house is full of boxes, but they're slo wly getting unpacked. We bought a dryer on Saturday and it's just been delivered. There's still a lot of shopping to do-shower curtain and such for the master bath (we've been using the other bath because we knew how we were going to decorate it, though we don't know what to do with the mater bath, other than that I want to set it up to use the sage green and hunter green towels I've got-the teal and light blue ones will go in the other bath.) Also a china cabinet or buffet of some sort, and new bookcases. Plus the usual things to decorate-the bedroom needs throw pillows, since we have a new comforter for the bed, but we've got beige carpet and walls and a white ceiling, with the grey comforter, so it needs a bit of spicing up.

the cats )

Apparently, I've got to rethink my entire pantry scheme, to prevent pantry bugs. Keeping things in their original packages is a no; things in carboard boxes or plastic bags is out. I need to get some good containers that fit well together to store stuff.

I complain briefely here, and propose a solution )

I'm getting used to the near daily rain, though it was unusally dry last week.


The water sucks here. It smells like sulphur, and it tastes off...though the smell is strong enough that it makes me not want to drink water. Fortunately, we installed the Brita on the sink over the weekend and it seems to kill the smell. I don't actually feel clean after a shower though, and my skin is dry and uncomfortable.

recycling )

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