Col and I spent most of the day trying out Lord of the Rings Online - aka LOTRO. There has been a bit of drama about this: Col has been playing for a couple of weeks here and there, and he was apparently rather perplexed when I said something to the effect of, "But I've always wanted to play that! How could you start without me?" Considering how long we've been friends and how much time we spend talking, we sometimes manage not to know each other very well. He seems to have completely overlooked my Tolkien-geek side. (Although I hear that nonelvis was aware of it!)( More drama & dithering )
(I should probably get back to the studying, shouldn't I?)
(In case anybody is wondering what the hell that icon is, it's Cleolinda's Secret Life of Dolls, which is the closest thing to a Tolkien icon I seem to have at the moment.) (I swear I used to have one that said "Still Not King." I probably deleted it because I wasn't using it much, but I would like to have it back, darnit.)
The buzz keeps building. Well, it damn well ought to. If Obama had said anything like that they would've been all over him.
More WoW stuff:
I was commenting on characters named Drizzt just the other day. (My suggestion is that there should be an automatic deduction for naming your character any variation on Aragorn, Legolas, or especially Drizzt.)
The icon is also a WoW joke. I added several of these - not surprisingly, there's a whole community for them,wow_icons.
We are mostly occupied this week with unpacking, getting the new computer set up, and getting the last stuff out of the old apartment. We have until Sunday to be out, technically, but one of the assistant managers called me earlier to ask if we were done or not. I don't know if she had forgotten she gave us until the 4th or what, but I told her they were welcome to come in and start working on whatever they needed to work on, but that we were still working on getting the last few things out. That mainly means this:
We have been trying in a half-hearted way to sell it but have had no takers. I don't guess it's really in line with current furniture trends or anything, but it's in pretty good shape for its age, if you have room for such a thing. (We don't, really, which is why we're trying to get rid of it.) I think my parents bought it the year I was born - i.e., 1960 - and it was in my bedroom for my entire childhood. My mother had it in her apartment after the divorce and it eventually made its way back to me. Part of me hates to get rid of it, but the fact is, it's a clutter magnet, as well as being incredibly bulky. So I called the Salvation Army and they're going to come get it on Monday. (We called the apartment management back - with a bit of trepidation - to see if they'd have a problem with us technically missing the Sunday deadline to be completely out, but apparently not. They didn't say anything about it, anyway.)
In other news, I really, really need to find Microsoft Money, and get the data from the last backup and get caught up on my finances. We have a big cushion to work with right now, of course, or we would have really been screwed. For years we lived paycheck to paycheck and I had to constantly know what our bank balance was to keep from overdrawing the account. Now that it's not so crucial I have gotten very bad about getting behind on keeping up with it. (So far my copy of MS Money has not turned up, though, and we have relatively few completely unopened boxes now. I am going to have to do some sleuthing tonight, I guess!)
Added: it took me about 5 minutes to find my copy of Money. The next sticking point: I don't know my own passwords. I have a list but it's at work!
OK, so anyway, we eventually got out of traffic, up to the Toyota dealer and got the papers done. No problem. THEN I ended up spending most of the day Tuesday playing go-between between the dealer's finance guy and the loan guy at the credit union. These guys could not get their shit together. All that needed to happen was that the dealer's guy needed to fax the purchase order to the credit union guy, and in return they would get their money. Instead I get this: "Well, I sent the fax." "Well, I haven't gotten any faxes from them." Apparently neither of them is too good at working a fax machine. And I don't think they ever actually talked to one another, that would've made communication too easy. But eventually the Toyota dealer finally got all the papers to the CU, so presumably they've gotten their money by now and I can quit worrying about that. It was just another bit of stress that I really didn't need this week. I was seriously teetering on the edge.
It didn't help that in the middle of all this, I get a call from radiology: I need to come in and have a follow-up mammogram. They called on Monday and scheduled it for Wednesday, which is a little ominous in itself because they usually make you wait longer than that. But then my OB/Gyn's nurse calls, and says, "Oh, I don't think it's anything to worry too much about, it just looks like some calcification," and so I relax for a while. So I go in yesterday, get it done, and the tech says, "OK, let me just go check the film real quick, I'll be back in a minute." 15 minutes go by and I'm starting to get worried. I figure the longer that takes, the more the chance that that means they're looking at something specific. And they were. They take me in to the room where the doctor is looking at the films - and she has it on a computer, too, I don't know if they scan it or what - and she shows me these spots with the calcification. She says there are some funny cells in there. 80% chance they're benign, 20% chance they're cancer. I can just wait 6 months and "see what happens" - which I think would drive me insane - or I can have a needle biopsy. So, I'm having a needle biopsy after Thanksgiving. I've had one once before, it's not a huge deal. I think wondering for six months if I have cancer or not would be a lot worse.
This is not going to be a very cheery journal to read through the holidays, I suspect. (Even assuming that I don't have cancer!!) Y'all are going to have to bear with me, because writing about it does help, it seems.
For a little comic relief, though, take a look at Lupin's wand, which is, well, sorta scary. Makes me inclined to think the set designers had been reading Snape/Lupin fanfiction or something.
(I forgot to say earlier that I called this "Complaints" because I meant to link to the Complaints Choir - even though I'm sure everybody who cares to has seen it by now. I don't normally watch a lot of YouTube stuff, but I like that one.)
Now you have to understand that we are people of very moderate income. I'm a secretary and Rob is, well, a janitor, basically. (Although I very rarely use that word. I don't like it.) We are pretty well-paid as those professions go and we have wonderful benefits, but still. Not really high-paying jobs. We try live a reasonably moderate lifestyle to go along with the moderate income, but the world does not make that easy, you know? I gave in on the Biolage after I started paying to get my hair colored instead of doing it myself - I decided if I was investing that much in my hair I ought to invest in maintaining the color, too, so I started buying shampoo that's especially for color-treated hair, and it does seem to help. There are cheaper ones than Biolage, god knows, but it works really really well and one of the big liter bottles lasts me nearly a year. So I decided not to feel guilty about that one. (Even though it's $20 a bottle if it's not on sale.)
There's probably other things that qualify. I gave in and got a cell phone a good many years ago, for security reasons. I drive by myself a good bit and it makes me - and my family - feel better about that. I recently gave in on the question of high-speed internet, too - that one is not so easily justifiable, but boy, I sure do like it. I made do with dialup at home for a long, long time and I don't want to go back.
We only had two trick-or-treaters last night. They were very tiny - I didn't get a good look at them since Rob answered the door, but the knock was so faint you could barely hear it. They must not have been more than two or three years old.
I was trying to buy stamps online earlier and the Postal Service is not making it easy on me. Apparently the whole online store is down - I don't imagine the Postal Service is too happy about that, either, actually. I get aggravated with them anyway, because their website(s) don't really make it terribly easy on you - if you go to usps.GOV there is a website there but no obvious way to order stamps. I guess you are supposed to go to usps.COM to order stamps. (Which isn't working, anyway, so don't try it if you want to order stamps. Although the rest of it seems to work.)
I think I get sort of obsessive about stamps, anyway. I went there today because I wanted to order holiday stamps and it pisses me off that I can't. They have some stamps with snowflakes that I like, and it's certainly not too early to start thinking (at least in a vague way!) about Christmas cards.
I'm trying to remember any ideas I come up with for something to write about so that I won't run out of stuff, if I'm really going to write an entry every day this month. (And next month, too, since I always do Holidailies.) Although I usually write a good many holiday-themed entries for that - and heck, since all of my past ones went into the black hole that's all that's left of Diary-X, I can consider myself to have a blank slate there, and feel free to start over again, topic-wise.
Speaking of cars, we are not supposed to be buying a new one for a couple of months, but Rob is really shopping already. Our budget is really limited, but we are looking at either a new small car or a "lightly" used one, hopefully not more than a year or two old. We were planning to buy my mother's, but she has decided not to sell it. Which I think is wise. She doesn't need a new one right now.
pink star from Carol Doak book
Originally uploaded by Mellicious.
Col asked to see what I was working on today, so here it is. I agreed - months and months ago - to do 12 blocks for an exchange. At the time I had a year; now we're down to (::counting::) three months. I did start something else last month and I hated it. (It was this. Yeah, I know it doesn't look that bad, but it had problems.) These are supposed to be Christmas blocks - the rules are that you can use cranberry and any shade of pink, and green; and it has to be a star block of a certain size, and it has to be made of batiks. You may notice that this block has gold in it - I just found out a couple of weeks ago that we could use "dull gold" and that's when it finally came together for me. This is still a very very pink block, but I like it.
I don't have much more to report, really. Life has just been plugging along. The most exciting thing is that we make the last payment on our once-huge debt next week! (Which is not to say that we are completely out of debt, unfortunately. But we're a helluva lot better off than we were.) I am still spending a ton of time playing GuildWars, but their servers have been wonky the last couple of days, and I have actually spent some time online at home that did not involve game-playing, for the first time in a couple of months. Amazing!
Or else I could write about my money troubles - we are actually relatively close to being out of debt but it sure doesn't feel like it right now - but that would be depressing. At least it's depressing to me. It's nothing major and we'll get through it, it's just annoying.
(So instead, you get an entry about what I'm not going to write about! Oh, well.)
(Oh, and the Firefly icon is because I just pre-ordered a Serenity ornament. (Thanks to takaal for the link.) Squee! That place charges you 10% of the price at the time of the order on pre-orders, which is a whoppin' $1.69, which even in my current tightened financial straits I think I can manage.)
We went to Dillard's after dinner and got a gift certificate for my sister's birthday, since I didn't know what the heck else to get her. We also bought Rob a pair of Timberlands that were 50% off to wear to work. He's been wearing a pair of Earth Shoes that we bought at Target for a year or so and they were pitiful. I hadn't been paying attention or I would have made him get new ones sooner.
I might ought to start thinking seriously about packing a little bit. We're going to a four-day quilt retreat, and if you're going to sew, it involves taking a good bit of stuff. (Every year my mother's boyfriend says, "Why don't you just stay here and sew for four days? It'd be a lot less trouble.") And we have to get off fairly early Thursday morning, partly because my mother is a person who likes to have a schedule and it'll make her crazy if I'm very late, and also because we're going to have lunch with my sister on the way up. Her birthday is next week and we didn't think we'd have another chance before then.