Metal Meredith

If you know me at all, you know that once it gets above 72 degrees, I become a major bitch. The real problem is that I sweat, A LOT. I am not sure if it is due to my girth or just my genetic make-up, but I hate it.

I even asked my doctor last time I was there. He told me it had a lot to do with how my body reacts to heat and after some tests, determined that I don’t have any sort of sweating disease.

It doesn’t make me feel any better, make my hair any less wet and make it easier to wear make-up past May. If Phil didn’t hate cold so much, I would be jetting off to a nice home in the north west of the US right about now. Where last week, it snowed. 

Sadly, my HP laptop has become sick, again. If you remember back to February, that was the first time it pooped out on me. Last weekend, it went out again.

After doing some research, it seems that HP Pavilion laptops aren’t doing all that well. This will be my second motherboard. My only lucky break here is that it went out of warranty on April 15th and there is an extended warranty for 90 days on the parts they just worked on. I suppose I should be thankful that the same part died?

Looking on the HP forums on their website, it is plainly obvious that there are inherent flaws with this product. I am hopeful that they have found the real cause and will give me new parts that stop this from happening. I don’t think it is realistic, but I am going to try and fool myself.

Until Friday, when I am scheduled to receive my repaired laptop, I won’t be able to post photos or videos on my site. I might have to suck it up and really type some words and tell a story. Stay tuned!

No joke. I am not doing so well. In seeing how wonderful of a host I can be, an unknown virus has taken up residency.

I have been in bed from 2pm on Friday until this afternoon, when I boldly decided I could take no more and have been in the family living area for a good 4 hours.

Our local Patient First declared it not the Flu, not Strep, and not pink eye. However, it seems to be some ultra-virus that wants me to feel the pain of all 3. Here I sit with 2 bloodshot and puffy eyes that water all hours of the day and night and get crusty on the off chance that I am allowed to sleep for more than 20 minutes at a time. My nose cannot decide whether to run, clog or feel dry as a bone. My throat is in the process of slowly turning from a pit of firey glass to that of a boa constrictor in mucle tension and ache.

Had enough? How about not giving my brain the 15 minutes I need a night to quiet down and burn out before shutting itself off and allowing me to sleep. Nope, not gonna happen. This will be night 3 where I wake up at least once an hour (my max has been 30 times and yes, I counted all of those).

I know I am whining. I know I am complaining. I haven’t felt this bad in a long, long time. (I am thinking 1990-ish and my one week bought with Chicken Pox). I assume at this point there is no where to go but ‘better’, you know?

Most of the people who know me already know that I do not drink or do drugs and although I have a high affection for dough nuts, I am not addicted to much of anything. But when it comes to getting a deal, I am the first person to get a little high knowing how much I can potentially save.

I have had to talk myself down a few times (as well as talk Phil down) from the familiar “Looked how much I could save!!” on things that we do not need. But for some reason, when it comes to Craigslist, I have to stop myself numerous times a day.

The truth is, 99% of the stuff on Craigslist is crap. I am utterly amazed that people own the things they do, much less are trying to sell them. Just this morning, I have found 3 the ugliest fabrics I have ever seen:

That last one, it has a huge tear on the top. Why would someone be looking for a torn piece of furniture? Especially not one with any sort of design cred or real potential. It baffles me, but I cannot stop looking.

I have bought and sold a lot of things on Craigslist. We have even resorted to saying we are “leasing” items instead of buying because when we are done with them, there is a better than not chance that they will end up being sold online.