Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Last night I upgraded my Mac's OS to Lion. It's available in the app store for $29.99. That's a ridiculously low price for a new OS. They're usually about $100 more than that. Anywho...I upgraded. It took several hours to finish (6:30 until about 10:30), but it's done now.
Impressions? I'm not really sure yet. I don't love the changes to Mail, but I hate change. I don't love that they changed my gestures with the track pad. It took me an hour to figure out that they changed "back" on my internet browser from three fingers swiped back to two fingers swiped back. I don't love the new dashboard...but maybe there's a way to make it less opaque. Right now, it's a separate screen that doesn't overlay the one you're using. It's just an aesthetic thing that I don't appreciate...nothing functionally wrong. I like Launchpad, where you can see all your apps with a single click. That's nice. And Mission Control is pretty much the same thing as whatever it replaced. It just lets you see all the apps that are currently running, lets you switch back and forth among them really easily.
Other than that, I haven't had much time to explore it...or to notice what's different.
One thing I absolutely don't like? Normally, if you scroll to the top of a page using a gesture, it stops when it gets to the top or bottom of the page. Now, though, it has a sort of elasticity, where it pulls down a gray area if you scroll past the top...then it snaps back to the top where it SHOULD HAVE stopped before. They are trying to make it feel more "natural", but...it just feels completely unnecessary.
I promise I'll blog about vacation soon! Multiple days, even!
Monday, July 18, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
I'm way excited! There's something about driving from where we are to somewhere hours away and coming home by a different route that makes the country feel small, accessible, and mine. And I wouldn't want to spend hour after hour in the car with anyone but Robb. He's never lost, always adventurous, and hey, as long as he's around, any place feels like home.
The only thing I'm really going to miss is the cat. But a week isn't too long. And he'll have a cat-sitter while we're gone. It's not like the apartment is going to be empty.
So tomorrow morning we're setting out for Virginia Beach. We plan to stop on the way and get a hotel room for the night. We'll get there Friday, see Harry Potter with some friends, hopefully have nice weather so we can go to the beach, and let our friends show us around their city. Then, on Sunday or Monday, depending on their work schedules, we're off to home. There's talk of stopping in Washington D.C., since I've never even SEEN our nation's capital. And all this without a working camera...
We'll probably just share Robb's camera. I'm taking my computer, so depending on internet connections, you might get a few posts while we're there. I'll be keeping a handwritten journal of our escapade, if nothing else. I'm sure you'll hear all about it. However it goes, I'm way excited! I've never been any further east than Eastern Ohio.
Alright. Now? Time to go to work for the eighth day in a row...
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Last night, at the suggestion of my coworkers, I decided to pamper myself to try and get rid of my three day headache. I came home, ate chips, homemade guac, and pizza rolls for dinner (I know...terrible...but we're trying to clean out the fridge before vacation). I poured myself a glass of wine, drew a hot bath, lit a candle, put some music on, and got in the tub. It was lovely. My coworkers had said they thought maybe it was a tension headache, and that a hot bath and a massage might help it go away.
Well, Robb was having dinner with family from out of town, so it was the perfect time to treat myself to a little something. When he came home, I was still in the bath. Some relaxing Guns n Roses was playing on the stereo (it was on shuffle...maybe not the best choice). He came in and gave me a neck massage and a pice of apple coffee cake that his dad had sent him home with (speaking of...I think it's breakfast time).
And...I got out of the bath after the cat started getting a little too curious about what was on the other side of the tub wall. I didn't think a screaming ball of fur and claws would be that relaxing. Did the headache go away? No. I mean...it's not there this morning, but it was last night.
Perhaps it packed its bags and left. If not, well...I'm not taking it with on vacation. Thursday morning can't come fast enough!
Monday, July 11, 2011
So...you might not be able to see it very well in this photo, but...
We printed out some "super tough" mazes at work on Saturday to get me through the ten hour day. This was the first one I attempted. I put red pen to paper in the center, and I went basically straight to the exit (lower right). I'm fairly sure this one was faulty. The other ones we did ere fifteen minute affairs that involved cursing and searching...but this one...
Super tough fail.
Friday, July 8, 2011
But today is a happy day! I don't normally celebrate other people's hardships, but this...well...
Casey Anthony might have gone free, but this bitch got justice served on a hot plate. I went in to work earlier this week and saw the police report from the newspaper taped to the vault. And guess what? Phyllis Johnson, 82, was arrested for money laundering.
Apparently she got so deep into the scam that they recruited her to help them scam other people. And then? She got caught. The police warned her that if she did it again, she'd be arrested. She did it again. She got arrested.
Justice, people. What goes around really DOES come around.
Friday, July 1, 2011
I've started exactly four house fires in my lifetime. Thank God that none of them were serious enough to cause any real damage. My first AND second were for the same reason. I was maybe twelve. I put a strawberry Pop Tart (the kind with the candy sprinkles on top of the frosting) into the toaster and went to finish getting ready for school. They never popped up. The sprinkles exploded after a short while and burst into flames. I walked into the room as flames and black smoke were pouring out of the toaster. We stopped buying that kind after the second time.
The third was in the bathroom. The power was out. We used an overturned paper cup with a hole in it for a candle holder (Mom's idea). The rest of the family went to bed, but I had a friend over. We stayed up late and passed out in the living room without heeding my mom's warning to blow that candle out. In the night it apparently fell, caught a stack of Reader's Digest on fire, and burned the wall a little before ultimately going out. That one still freaks me out if I think about it too much.
Yesterday, however, this little firebrand returned to the kitchen. I was frying taco shells for Robb's delicious chicken tacos (he made homemade guac, y'all!) and apparently wasn't being careful enough with the flaming grease. Whoops. A small fire started on the burner, and I had to employ my best blowing skills to put it out. Three tries later, it finally went out. It was a little nerve wracking, though. I grabbed the pan off the burner before IT could catch fire, and I stepped back. It wasn't really in danger of spreading, but...still...
I won't let it stop me, though. My track record is just that. Only something to be overcome, to be turned into stories and not repeated (except in the case of strawberry Pop Tarts...whoops). In fact, I just pulled a perfect chocolate chip cheesecake out of the oven. No fire!