Ick

My back hurts, I have a headache and my toner on the printer just gave out. Which means that the husband asked for the 50th time this week if I have a backup toner. If I had a back up toner would my work have come to a screeching halt? Toner is more than $50 a pop and since we are in danger of losing our house yet again, I buy toner only when I need too. In fact, a new toner should be arriving any time now. It's just that the old one ran out faster than I thought it would. I wouldn't be so agitated but the sun in in my eyes and I have explained the whole overly priced toner thing with the husband I don't know how many times. I Don't know what's worse. Him asking me questions so he doesn't have to think of the answer for himself or me for answering the damn question over and over again. If he can point out every house of every student that he tutored in a 15 year period and it's been seven years since his last session, you'd think he'd remember a password he thought up or the answer to the simplest of questions.

It reminds me of a guy i worked with in the library. He was a library associate and so made more than me. He also was at the branch from the beginning when we all were shelving etc and years into our being there he came over to ask me where the romances were kept. I laughed and played it of as if it was a joke so he wandered away. Another lazy brain, why think of anything when I can ask a lower paid peon.

Sometimes this peon feels like a peed-on.

Random Thoughts

Why was my F key sticking yesterday and now it's my D key?

How can every city be the most haunted?  Really.  I love ghost shows and invariably San Francisco, or Salem, or Chicago or wherever claim to be the country's most haunted cities.  It's also the same with the most haunted spots.  Gettysburg I can see.  Ok I can also FEEL Gettysburg.  But the Myrtles Plantation with its 2 girl ghosts and one african american slave.  Or how about the Winchester mystery house with its ghostly caretaker.  How does one ghost make it most haunted?  Just because the house was built crazy doesn't mean it's haunted.  Just meant the owner was a few sandwiches short of a picnic.  Baltimore has its share of ghosts.  Oldest son felt the one aboard the Constellation and I had my run in in the same cemetary where Edgar Alen Poe is burried though not at his gravesite.  Also while the Poe House does not claim to be haunted, it does claim to be possessed.  And the dungeons at Ft McHenry.... well, I'm glad they are off limits now.  We even have a haunted house in Elkridge.  In fact Oldest son's kindergarted girlfriend lived in it an dson often has sleep overs at her house.  He was very blase about the whole thing, only telling me he new it was haunted once I mentioned it to him.  He even told me where the haunting occurred and it matched with what the book on Maryland Ghosts said. 
I am all in favor of ghosts but come on people, every city and every house can't be the most haunted.
Last night i ran across the doozy of them all in a show called Extreme Paranormal.
First of all I don't know how good they were as investigators, mostly because they did not call each other "Dude".  Watch american ghost shows and invariably it's 'Dude, this" and  'Dude That'.  Then they were doing things with holy water candles and something that resembled tv rabbit ears with electricity sparking upwards like a piece of equipment in Frankensteins lab.  But I haven't gotten to the best part.  And out of all the ghost shows I have ever seen... I have NEVER seen anything like this.
It seems back in the 18somethings, some guy wandered into the town of Bonito, New Mexico and killed 7 random people before he, himself was gunned down.  Then for some reason everyone moved out and the town was flooded and now resides at the bottom of Benito Lake.  So now the crazed killer is supposed to haunt the lake.  So these guys take this boat out into the middle of the lake AT NIGHT and using some gadget found the deepest point where they think the town would be.  As if that wasn't stupid enough, they make some kind of floating circle, star shaped something or other with cups nailed to the boards and a burning candle inside each cup.  One of the guys gets IN THE WATER AT NIGHT in the middle of this circle and calls the dead guy while the other two "dudes" go back to shore and build a summoning circle with a ring of fire.  So there's one idiot out in the water and two inside the circle with their unmentionables at about falme height when the guy in the water decides he has to go UNDER the water.  So the circle guys take him his scuba gear, he gets dressed, goes back into the water and then Frick and Frack go BACK TO LAND leaving the guy IN THE WATER ALONE.  They didn't see any ghosts tho the underwater guy managed to speak under waterbut there was a wind on the water that had to be the crazed dead gunman because the wind only blew when they mentioned the crazed gunman's name.  Talk about a couple plus idiots. You always scuba with a buddy.
Personally I like the British Ghost Hunting team on the Travel channel.  Their most used pieve of equipment is a table and a water glass with marbles comin in a close second.  They also ask the spirits nicely and their responses are taps or a whistle and ocassional a returned marble and not once did they have to search underwater.  I so love Halloween and all the spooky stuf around it.

Return of the Big Craven Boaby

Stop right here. Go someplace else. This is not happy, I'm not happy and I'm going to moan and whine. Run Run I tell you. Run for your life.

We lost a client's house. No that's not absolutely correct. It's not as if we put it down someplace and now it is gone. We missed that an auction was scheduled and she never let us know when she got the letters in the mail telling her so. It's part of our contract that they have to keep s informed. I still feel so badly. I can't cry because Prozac won't let me and I was ok till last night but then the fear and sorrow sen it and I did a long sleep which is always a sure sign that I'm falling deeper into my depession. There's nothing we can do about it and since this is the first time this has happened I don;t know how to handle it.

My head has always made me responsible for everything and when something goes wrong it is immediatley my fault. And while I'm busy doing something else my head will suddenly remind me of something 'bad' I once did and the guilt comes in. My 'bad' is not nearly as bad as it could be. It's more stupid things like a lie I told in childhood or if I was rude to someone. My head doesn't remind me of the good I try to do. I suppose because, sinve my bads aren't horribly bad my goods aren't amazingly good.

I head my head. I've needed to call mu doc for a new prozac prescription and now I'm worried that I'll have to have a physical before it is prescribed for me and I cannot afford that.

I really wish I could cry and I wasn't always so scared.

Close but no cigar

The husband and I went to brunch on Friday and then I went to AC Moore. Part of having our own business, ou can sneak away like this. Anyhow the husband is waiting in the car reading a book. I come bopping out of the store and am settling myself in the car when I look up and who do I spy heading out way? EVIL VOODOO WOMAN! I kid you not. We haven't heard from her since July and not only is she in the AC Moore parking lot when we thought she was living half an hour away but HER CAR WAS PARKED RIGHT NEXT TO THE HUSBAND'S!!!!
Holy crap a needies. I squirched about on me seat and semi whispered to the husband..."Is that Evil voodoo woman (though I did use her name)" he looks up, goggles out the windsheild and the next thing I know we are getting the hell out of dodge. The husband was in such a hurry to get away that he didn;t readjust his seat and so was driving with his tippie toe because that was all he could reach.
Evil Voodoo woman had a dark tan and she looked rather raggedy. She had cut that hair of hers and had drawn on her eyebrows a bit higher and, at first, the husband wasn't certain that it was her...she?... but I knew it was because she was glaring as she headed toward her car. Jeez. I wonder if someone slammed a door somewhere. I think it was her boyfriend who was with her, but he sort of bobbed along in her wake. She didn't look at him or speak to him. But what are the chances that not only would she be in that parking lot but that she would be parked next to us.
It was good seeing her in a way. The husband said she and Mr. Bob Along headed for the new chinese buffet place and things couldn't be that dire for them anymore if they could afford chinese buffet and that he could finally stop worrying about her. Which is good.
Now if we could only get rid of the lebanese woman who has decided that she is going to work with/for us but first she has to dust the whole office because she is allergic to dust and wheat... something she's told us no fewer than two dozen times in a matter of two afternoons. But I am keeping my mouth shut and being good... yes I can be good... and hope this resolves itself without lebanese curses being hurled at our heads. Such is life