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It’s a cold day outside, and I’m enjoying it by having the window open and wearing my friendly sock monkey pjs.  Life is good.

 I start to turn, and the Stinker pulls my arm to turn me back where I started. Huh?

“I’m looking at the sock monkey on your pajamas,” she explains. “There’s sock monkey on a date.”

“Well that’s good. That’s good to know,” It is, I think. “Even sock monkeys should get lucky sometimes.”

“Mooooommm! I can’t believe you just said that. That is so wrong!”

“What? What’s so wrong about it? Why shouldn’t sock monkeys have their fun? ”

“That’s just WRONG! That’s disturbing.”

“Not to other sock monkeys. I say, Let Sock Monkey get a little action. He deserves it. He’s a versitile guy. He cooks and cleans and everything. Why shouldn’t sock monky have a little noogie? I think he deserves it.”

Somewhere around then, she said I was nuts or something. I dunno. I was kind of in my own vision of sock monkey world, where our hero lives, working and playing and getting his occassional action. Good for him!

Go, Sock Monkey. Go!

I’m usually not one for politics much, as my real life friends know. A lot of it just depresses me.

But my husband, a devoted libertarian, has developed an interest in one of the (Republican!) candidates, Ron Paul (who has a libertarian background). And I actually like a lot of what he has to say, myself.  So I thought I’d give Dr. Paul a plug here. Go see what he has to say, if you’re so inclined.

Peace out.

Lately, I’ve found myself dreaming more about work. Because I’ve been immersed in it, to a large degree. I’m thinking about it, because a lot of times I work until I’m tired. You know. Busy.

But today, I heard myself say to a client, “Aw. I could do that in my sleep.” And I realized, I’ve said this a few times lately.

Opps. No more of that! I’m not trying to order up a longer workday from my subconcious, thank you very much. Ha!

Got my roomba friday…just a few days after I reordered it.

IT ROCKS! Does a much better job of vacuuming than I ever did, man! I took a little video of the cats and the Roomba, but am busy at the moment. May put up some later.

 I LOVE this thing, man!

As you may recall, I’ve been patiently (okay…maybe not-so-patiently), but anyway, I’ve been waiting on my Roomba. I ordered it a full month ago.

After waiting the ridiculous(!) required NINE business days to check up on it, I contacted buy.com, known to me for the good prices and horrific customer service. I answered an intermidable questionarie that basically boilded down to, “Are you too stupid to look through your boxes to make sure you found everything or what?” Except the other box I got was about the size of a loaf of bread. Yeah…well, I don’t know about their magic packing techniques, but I think I would have noticed a Roomba crammed into the remaining 2 square inches filled with packing peanuts, man.  But anway, I jumped through each ridiculous hoop.

And then they said, “Well, would you like to cancel your order and request a refund?”

And I said, “No. I ordered the Roomba because I wanted a Roomba. I would like to request my Roomba.”

And they said, “Well, since you still want the Rooma, why don’t you cancel your order, request a refund and reorder the Roomba?”

I said No. Specifically:

> I don’t really want to pay a second time for an item I haven’t received, and
> then initiate a refund request for the one I didn’t get. That doesn’t make
> sense to me. I’m not having a “Roomba Emergency,” so please just ship me
> the missing item as soon as you can. It’s been ordered and paid for once, which
> seems sufficent.  Thank you.

Seems pretty clear, right? Not all that hard. I glanced over their response  to that, always a few days later, and got that it meant “wait more.” So I was trying to think about other stuff, but decided to check on it today, since it’s been a full goddamned month. Time to get back to it. I pulled out their response…Uh…

“We apologize for the delay in processing your claim. Following your request we have updated your lost/short shipment claim to reflect a refund instead of a replacement. We assure you that we are working diligently to resolve this issue.

We appreciate your patience and thank you for your loyalty.”

Ow. Ow. My brain hurts. First of all, what in there sounded like “cancel my order?” Huh? Huh? I don’t think so. And on top of that, I’m NOT patient, and I’m not loyal to ‘em! I cuss ‘em everytime I hear the words “buy.com” or see one of their new damnedable commercials. “Spend your money on customer service instead of adverstising, you no-good motherfuckers!” I call out to the tv. But anyway…good I doublechecked, finally. Oh, and the refund did process…a couple of days ago. Jesus.

But you know what? I’ll tell you–I’m still an optimistic fool. I reordered it from them.  

I crossed my husband’s path in the hallway going towards the stairs. He gives me a great, big hug! I consider him an exceptionally good hugger.

Man, it feels good! “You know something, honey?” I ask. “I don’t know how it works, but when you touch me, it feels like it heals something inside of me and brings me all kinds of good stuff. I don’t know how you do that. How do you do that?” 

He just smiles at me. After a second, he quietly tells me he loves me.

“Oh! That’s it!” I exclaim as I start down the stairs. “That’s how you do it…That’s exactly how you do it.”

Well, since Thursday, I’ve been having problems with my server. As in it was down about 16 hours straight plus up and down through the weekend. Eek!

As is periodically, it gets HAMMERED with a high load for reasons not readily apparent. the tech support identifyed the account it was coming from: mine. after much hopping and jumping and cussing and fussing, i think i have the problem mostly fixed now, and have a rather vague idea of what happened. i had to supsend myself on the server. at one point, i had out requests for help figuring it out in three forums and with two support departments.

anywho, it was stressful. but i did okay. didn’t freak out or lose my head. my husband was kind enough to listen to me rant about a lot of technical shit he has very little interest in. in all fairness, i’ve done the same for him.

also, i got another collection call that wasn’t mine. (not the ex this time, so it’s less annoying.) hope everyone else is faring better!

peace out from the goddess.

But I still count this as a pre-merc rx wrong number: That damn collector that is looking for my husband’s exwife left a message.

Now, the last name they use for her is from her marraige AFTER she and hubby split. She married the dude she was screwing at the time, and it’s his last name. So it’s not like there is ANY legitmate reason these fuckers have to call us. She has NEVER been at this number. We’ve had this number for about 15 years–Jesus! Have we been in this po-dunk town that long? Eeek. But regardless, she’s never lived with me.

  (God help me at the thought, for fuck’s sakes!)

But I’m left wondering: are they just retarded, or did the bitch give out our number on her bills she wasn’t planning on paying one day? Or did they end up with our number by some bizzare, credit buereu mixup? Not that I’m losing any sleep over it. I’m not. Blocked the mother fucking number, matter of fact. (Privacy manager phone service ROCKS.) I could give a shit if the ex pays her bills or not. Not my problem either way. Not my life or my interest, in any sense of the word. As in the whole thing is a big, fucking “Who cares?” for me.

But anyway, I’m calling that whole thing as being about as wrong as a number can get. So add one to the wrong number tally, man.

I don’t think I’m going to get a lot of work done today. My head is NOT in the work zone. I’ll probably hit my LC site this afternoon or evening, and no doubt will be working on it this weekend. I’ve got some stuff to do with the theme and display to get that squared away. But mostly, I’m not in the headspace for it at the present.

So shortly, I’m going to run some errands and try to enjoy myself. And always, feel happy. I am very lucky to have the life I do, filled with comfort and safety and people who care about me. I have many freedoms and choices that not everyone has, and I do appreciate the fact.

Crazy cat lady is happy today.

Riiiiinnng.

“Hello?”

“Who is this?” asked the elderly lady on the other end of the phone. I chucked to myself. Mildly demading for someone calling me. How dare I answer the phone at the place she was trying to call, after all. Wherever it was.

“This is Dixie. Who is this?”

“Sorry. I must have the wrong number,” she says, rather sheepishly.

“S’okay. Bye!”