Yesterday, Dennis and I got a package from Apple. It was two brand-new iPhone 5s’s! As usual, I took pictures of the whole unboxing:
My old phone next to my new one:
Yes, they have identical cases. I just loved my case that much.
Overall, I’m really happy with a new, fast phone. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. The only downfall is that I am stuck with AT&T, but oh well. At least I got a new phone! Be happy for me!
So my computer died. At least I got the site working before the battery exploded and corrupted the motherboard. I was offered a new MacBook Pro, but I repaired mine. I love this computer. I got it as a gift for going back to school, from my nephew who was on disability. Besides, a new motherboard, some legs and a brand-new battery, and it was running as good as new. The best part? I did all that work on my own! I didn’t think I could, but I did!
So what was life without a computer like for me? Easy! I went out with Dennis twice since the computer broke down, I was able to attend a PTA meeting for Chloe’s school, I took some weird and funny pictures and posted them on FaceBook, and I picked out some things I’m going to buy this coming Thursday. So it wasn’t all that bad. Plus some things still work on my phone, so I wasn’t completely internetless. I’m sure if I really wanted to get online I could have used Dennis’s laptop.
I have a treatment coming up this Friday. Something I’m not looking forward to. I’m always so tired after I have those treatments. But we’re loaded up with Fentanyl (It’s been a month since I last had any of that), Norco and Morphine. I’m ready for it! Bring it on, baby!!
Have a good night, everyone!
So the plugins broke my site. At least one did. It sent people to the About page and put up a 10% counter bar that some thought was a download from a hack. Weird plugin. I assume it was the maintenance plugin, since I was 10% done with working on a new theme.
I apologise for any hurt this may have caused anyone. Nothing should have been downloaded onto your computers, and nothing should have been harmed, not from my site, anyway. This is 100% my fault because I was super tired last night after uploading 3 GIGs of new themes before my membership ran out and I couldn’t get them, plus the plugins, all from ElegantThemes, and I did not cross check the site in Safari before going to bed. It all seems to be working now.
For the record, my site has never been hacked in a sense that people have gotten into it. I think there was a server-wide hack years ago that just replaced all the index pages, but there has not been anything recent. Sometimes my site redirects to ringsurf sites, but that is a malfunction with them. Since I don’t get a lot of hits (any) from them, I’m thinking about taking them off the site.
I also want to thank Mike for alerting me of this. (I don’t have his site here at work, but I will possibly change this when I get home)
This is why WordPress is not something I should be using, but there’s not much of a choice because Blogger no longer works on personal sites. So you have WordPress and you have MovableType. MovableType is a CGI-based program that malfunctions on my host.
If anyone has any alternatives to WordPress, feel free to leave them in the comments. I will appreciate any help at all.
I spent a few hours on the site, jazzing things up for now, and asking on forums what I can do to make it better. I really want to make the site “prettier” if I can.
My mother is going to be coming home, so the hospital says, but they said that it’s going to be a long time to rehabilitate her. I’m happy that it’s even a possibility!!
Today was the last day of school for Chloe, and guess what? She didn’t bring home a yearbook or her class pictures. I paid over $150 for two yearbooks and over thirty pictures of her and her class. I’ve already filed a complaint with Josten’s, but I’m not sure how well it will do with the three-day weekend coming up and people just busting to get out of their offices and get to their vacations for the summer. I wish I could relax and have a good start to summer, but the whole idea of losing $150 is really unsettling with me. I emailed the school and they said she wasn’t there on picture day. I know that’s not right because we got a receipt from the photographer.
Working on the site reminded me how bad my back truly is. Cancer eating through a spine is a real doozie. Don’t let it happen to you! Just sitting here for an hour really hurts. So editing the pages, tearing my hair out, crying to Josh via webcam, and all that other shit was truly painful. I hope that if you’re passing this site you at least leave me a comment telling me how awesome I did on the site! Or leave me some constructive criticism! I’d appreciate either/or.
I never got that sex I’ve been craving. I’m sure you wanted to know.
Have a good night!
I believe I made history yesterday when I was confronted by my SEVEN YEAR OLD’s home room teacher. She accused me of being an abusive, neglectful parent because my daughter is “six weeks from going into the fourth grade,” yet she doesn’t have a cell phone. A smart phone, nevertheless. What would I do if my girl got lost or abducted??? I’d call the police. That’s their job.
It seems as though Chloe is the only student in the third grade and up who does not have a smart phone. She’s also the only student who is making straight A’s, and will probably be the only virgin to graduate in her class, while never doing drugs, even if they have been made legal in the next eleven years.
I’m not sure why the school thinks she needs a phone. She has our cell phone numbers, she never goes off alone without one of her parents, and she knows how to work our phones, incase something happens to one of us cannot use their phone.
Would you give your 7 year old a smartphone just because she is the only kid in her class/level without one? What about ear piercing? Is seven too young for ear piercing? I’m more worried that her piercings would get infected than she would lose an earring or swallow one.
Again, still knocked up.
I’m starting to sound like a broken record, aren’t I?
I’m beginning to feel guilty of asking for so much time off from work, when the kid seems to be a permanent attachment to my insides. I read Carl’s FB post and he’s having a hard time grading papers, doing lectures and making PowerPoints for upcoming lectures, all while writing the third exam. I love his lines “I’d fucking fail this goddamned exam, if I had to take it! That’s how little I know this psychobabble I’m preaching to sleeping pharm students every morning and afternoon!” I think there was a GIF of my work ID photo burning as the icon. But, Carl, you wanted to be a full time professor! That’s what you told my boss! You even suggested that you be promoted just because you couldn’t get pregnant, in your own words, you were unpregnantable, a word that doesn’t exist, by the way, and therefore you were more reliable, responsible and respectable than I. Little did you know that I was over sixty percent of the meat in the exams, PowerPoints, Lecture notes, grades, and even the handouts and the agenda. I was that valuable.
Still, his brother is my dream man, so I’m going to forgive him this once, pretend that I was deaf at that staff meeting, and offer to come in and grade some papers or just go through the online grade book and assign everyone an F because that’s what they deserve if Carl is telling the truth and people are sleeping through his lectures. I say “if” because I know Carl lied about being more responsible than I (he’s behind in everything and it’s almost two weeks out of Spring Break!), he’s certainly not more respectable, naming names on his Facebook, friending students (my personal NO) and then linking to their profiles when he goes on a profanity-ridden fit when he’s frustrated, and forget reliable. Maybe Carl is pregnant? That’s got to be what’s wrong with him. He’s demanding help from other Assistant Professors tonight, and when they decline because they don’t want to get behind in their own work, he calls them irresponsible and lazy! Oh Carl, you are so not getting promoted in August.
So, since I’m legally going to be pregnant until August, and Mark told me to get rid of the brain tumor while I was off for four months, I feel that I should be doing something productive. Something. Anything. I even made Josh a PlayList for March because I just want something to keep my fingers busy, I’m sick of this …disease… that I caught from unsanitary Carl at the staff meeting a few weeks ago, and I need to occupy my mind. I need something to do. Something that makes me feel accomplished. Something that I can look back on and say, “I did so much while I was waiting for that kid to be born!” that I’m willing to sit down at my computer and write.
So I’m going to work on this site.
By “working on this site,” I’m going to start by changing my handle to “Acid Queen” but that’s not an LSD reference. Not for me anyway, and I’m not secretly Tina Turner nor have I fucked Roger Daltrey or any other member of the Who. I like the name, and I once drank a flask of hydrochloric acid in high school chemistry, I lived, cancer-ridden but alive, and still here to talk about it today.
Being the Acid Queen is one of what I consider one of my stories.
By stories I mean interesting things that have only happened to me.
Back in the day, before the perils of being forced to upgrade to WordPress because Josh is a cunt and makes me do uncomfortable things, I had pages on here of my stories. They were 100% true fascinating things that had happened to me in my twenty-eight years on Earth. I’m going to be thirty-three, the Jesus age, this year, so I think I should have an accomplished and full website like I had once before. Oh yes, this site, due to my own negligence, has become just a shell of what it was just a mere five years ago. When I first had my own .com and was in college and thus had a lot of time on the computer to write, I frequently wrote about things that made me interesting. I edited my own HTML (remember that? do you even know what that is???), made layouts on the college’s Dreamweaver, uploaded with Blogger.com and an FTP client. I had to link to all my own pages with my own editing. Nothing was automatic like it is with WordPress. You kiddies don’t know! Blogging and site maintenance was once something that required time, skill and patience. Now anyone with a fucking keyboard can be a site master and appear to be good at it.
What will my stories contain? That’s the wonderment of you’ve got to keep coming back here and checking things! I can give you a taste, though, for example, did you know that I had a lover who died in the 9/11 terrorist attacks on New York? That I’ve fucked someone super-famous (it’s not Roger Daltrey, I promise!)? Actually two someones, but sex no longer counts once you marry the one you’re fucking. That there is a famous love song out there that is about me? That for the first fifteen years of our relationship I couldn’t tell my husband from his brother and his brother regularly got sex from me because of it? Okay, that last one is just me being a horny bimbo, but, hey, it’s interesting, right? I could make something of it some day! The best of all of this is I am considering naming names. Famous names. That are on Wikipedia and you’ve probably not only heard of, but that you’ve got songs by on your computer or your CD shelf.
Now that you know all that, aren’t you just itching for me to dish, dish, dish?
Of course you are! But I’m doing this as a side pregnancy project and only through August, though I can probably whip up to thirty pages per month, if I’m really dedicated to it.
Oh, and I promise not to write about drug experiences, with the exception of the prescription drug I was given that caused amnesia. That was a pretty fun experience. I could do shit and not have to feel guilty about it the morning after. I pissed off a pretty good amount of people while I was on that drug. Oh well. The true ones stayed.
Have a good night everyone. Don’t stay up too late!
You can now add your own link to Scram! So click there and get adding! You have to have this site linked before you can submit your own site, though. After all, it’s a link exchange, not a solo page of links, anymore.
I wish I had some good news to report, or something. So far all I have to report on is that at least I am trying to get better. Not really working at it, but trying hard. I opted not to teach summer school this year, in hopes that I can somewhat get my old job back. Even if I had to work with Michelle and Lance again, it would be worth it to do what I truly love and to be where I truly belong. Looking at my professor ratings, I thought the students would trash the shit out of me. I know I hated professors like me back when I was in school, but looking at the “grades” they gave me, many of them loved that I kept them on their toes during tests and exams. One questioned if English was my first language (it is, I promise! No matter how badly I butcher it, it’s because I never heard it for the first ten years of my life, and then I was brought up to learn creole), and a few questioned why I was teaching (with a husband like mine, I guess I’m not supposed to want to do anything to stimulate my mind). Overall the reviews were pretty good. I challenged the students and they responded positively. I think there were only three students to fail the course completely, and either they loved me too, or they didn’t submit a review. At the comments section, some were asking (hoping) that I was going to teach this summer, or this fall. I feel like a bitch in taking that away from them, but I have to go in pursuit of my own dreams and happiness, even if that leaves a class of hopefuls behind. Richard said that most assistant professors hold other full time jobs, but I don’t want to run any more. My boys are already potty trained and I wasn’t a part of it. I enjoyed teaching, something that I vowed to do once I became a pharmacist, but now it’s time to focus on doing what I want. When I’m ready to retire, I promise, I’ll teach pharm classes until it goes out of style.
Lil baby James is doing so much better tonight. He got well without any intervention from me. The boys are too young to recover without my help! It shouldn’t be this way! They need to know that momma will always be there for them, no matter what! So there’s some more inspiration as to why I need to be home more often. I feel as though my life is running away with itself and I’m not going to be around for the better things in life. Things that I have now that aren’t going to be here forever.
Dennis is away on the road. Out with friends for “one more night”. I have to admit that I felt bad when I kissed him goodbye last night at the airport, and that feeling was with me throughout the day, and the pain that I suffered through, and part of today. I’m getting too used to him being home. That’s bad. I’ve been alone before, but I didn’t opt to be out this summer just to sit at home and take care of the little ones. I want to go out, I want to share chocolate shakes and snack on ice cream sandwiches, home made. I wanted to bake cookies with him, just once more. Maybe spend the summer on the ocean side. That is something that I have always wanted to do. Spend some serious time by the ocean. Just me and my little family. No crowds, no people calling at three AM to inform me they hate me for marrying their pop star. But just the ocean waves crashing against the sandy beach. I could introduce the kids to the ocean and ocean life. I could get back in touch with swimming and playing in the sand. It’s been a long time since I touched the sandy beaches or played in the chilly Atlantic Ocean. Maybe too long. But I can dream, can’t I?