Whew!

[llcoolvad]

Pretty productive weekend. Ok, I didn't do much yesterday but sleep late and read and start organizing my photos. But today I:

• Fixed Mom's printer. Again.
  
• Made a recycling schedule for the fridge -- didn't get one in the mail, and the one on the town's website was unsightly; used recently fixed printer to create.
  
• Made an eye exam appointment
  
• Refilled Harry's Rx
  
• Stopped at the local appliance parts store. The handle on the front of our dryer is broken and we need a new one. Brought user manual with additional model number info and serial number written on it just in case -- also brought broken part itself. Guy placed order for part, should get in by tomorrow if lucky, end of week if not. Don't really care, just needs to come in sometime.
  
• Brought recycling that we missed (because LAST week was our week and we didn't have schedule, see above) to the town yard. Might now do that every week, because recycling only happens once every two weeks, and Mom gets two daily newspapers and the cats eat a lot of canned food. There's always a TON of recycling by the time the day rolls around. And the town yard is tidy, clean, and well organized -- and a block from my house.
  
• Picked up tax forms for Mom at library -- returned a couple books
  
• Had lunch
  
• Went to Lowe's to get batteries and a tiny screwdriver for my car alarm remote; trying to stay prepared, because isn't that the worst thing to not have on hand? Talk about loud. Failed to get batteries, they were sold out. Got tiny screwdriver set.
  
• Went to Target, dropped oodles of cash (isn't that always the case? Where's the BARGAIN, Target?) but bought needed stuff like toiletries, snacks, Diet Coke, cat food, Orbit in the three-pack (I <3 Orbit gum!), new socks*, batteries for my car remote (yay!), a body pillow because they now have pillow cases for them and I won't buy something like that that I can't wash, etc.
  
• Put all purchases away -- several trips from car. Cold out!
  
• Put together some boxes for Mom
  
• Washed pots and pans sitting in sink
  
• Did laundry
  

I am wiped out just looking at it. Things I failed to do (because I forgot, or just couldn't deal with today): Didn't get cat litter, Target was sold out, only have one bag in the house left. Ok for now, must get more soon! Couldn't stand One More Stop. Also didn't get Mom a damned Valentine's Day card -- she's a goof, she loves to get cards for every single possible occasion. I need to get her at least two, one from the cats (I know, I know -- if it were up to me NO ONE would get cards, ever, and certainly never from the damned cats!) and one from me. Sigh. One of the benefits of being single SHOULD be that you don't have to deal with Valentine's Day at all. I can do both of those things on my break tomorrow. Won't be able to mail the cards, alas, but she can deal.

I should also do my taxes. Don't know if I'm up for it tonight. I just got my work bonus on Friday and paid off a credit card completely, but I want to make a dent on the last credit card as soon as possible, and I want to add a little to my savings account too.

* Ok, the socks thing: Recently I have been mercilessly mocked by my fashionable coworkers about my 80s-mentality of occasionally matching my socks to my shirt, rather than my socks to my pants. And while I don't really care (I *LIKE* bright socks, damn it!) I do actually need some more black socks anyway. So I got a bunch of black, brown, tan, and white socks. I can do dull like anyone! And why do I never get the memo about these arbitrary rules? It's not like the socks I have in my drawer DATE from the 80s. Why are they for sale in the store if you're not supposed to wear them? Sigh. Fashion is hard.

Comments

[kicking-k.livejournal.com]

I am also wiped out just looking at it, and I didn't even do it. Though I did put my tax bits and pieces in a file. (The Inland Revenue doesn't trust taxpayers to calculate it themselves, unless they're self-employed. For which I am rather grateful.)

What's wrong with lively socks once in a while? I used to be black-socks-only, but have since got over this. Today's socks are white with big red cherries and green leaves; my jeans are black, and so are my trainers. But hey, I didn't go anywhere dressy today.

For Valentine's day, I admit, I have new black socks with red hearts on. (J and I give each other cards, but that's enough for us. I told you, didn't I, that Greykitty and Sam's hug photo was on last year's card to J?)

[llcoolvad.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you did tell me! I loved the idea that Grey and Sam were travelling kitties! :-)

[livingdeb.livejournal.com]

Wow! You are awesome!

I was wondering what a recycling schedule for a refrigerator would look like (Tuesdays: recycle old meat into omelets; Wednesday: recycle old veggies into soup...) but then I realized that the refrigerator was just the location. Duh!

Once every two weeks for the recycling? Yikes. We have it once a week, and with all the bottled water and alcohol my roommate drinks, we generally have a full bin. Our town yard is far away and only open during regular work hours, so I've never been there.

I also like to match my socks to my shirts, but I do so less and less often now. Another strategy besides matching them to pants is to match them to your shoes. I've decided to just get black and brown shoes (and sneakers), so really I only need black and brown socks. Or at least, if that's all I have, I'm okay. But I still need my flower socks, fishing cats socks, and Santa Clause head socks for parties and stuff.

[llcoolvad.livejournal.com]

I think my problem, socks-wise anyway, is that I wear a lot of black pants. I have at least four different pairs of black pants, a couple navy blue, and assorted other colors. I can't wear jeans at work during the week (Saturdays are ok); the mocking usually happens on Saturdays, when I wear sweats or yoga pants or jeans and by then have used up all the black socks I like, and am stuck with the brights. Of course they mock me too because I occasionally wear really bright colored Crocs-knockoffs (they're COMFY)(I have safety orange!) -- I think they think my feet are just fair game for gentle teasing. Or not-so-gentle. Good thing we're pals!

Today I am wearing black shoes, black shirt, black socks, black scrunchie in my hair, and navy blue pants. So again, I'm matching socks to shirt! Ah well.

[livingdeb.livejournal.com]

But no one can make fun of you for that because your socks also match your shoes.

Well, of course, talented people can find ways to make fun.

[llcoolvad.livejournal.com]

It helps having a regular weekday off from work. I am occasionally tempted to change my schedule to get off Saturdays, but I really like my coworkers that work on Saturdays (despite the teasing) and I like having a regular weekday off to get appointments and suchlike done...

[zanzjan.livejournal.com]

Recently I have been being mercilessly mocked by my fashionable coworkers about my 80s fashion mentality of occasionally matching my socks to my shirt, rather than my socks to my pants.

I never used to bother even matching my socks to my socks, at least not on terms of color. (They need to feel the same, be the same length & thickness and material, though.) This was cooler back when I could find all sorts of bright colored socks, but nowadays I can't find anything other than dull, drab hues and have slowly devolved into a nearly all-white sock drawer. Very sad. Someday bright socks will be in again, and I'll buy a zillion and throw them all in my drawer in one great big, loose, higgletypigglety mess (-:

[llcoolvad.livejournal.com]

Like I could ever forget your socks!

[sarcasticah.livejournal.com]

I match my socks to my shirts, sometimes. I don't think I even own any black socks right now -- but then, I'm usually wearing socks I knitted, and thus want people to notice them! (Bright blue and white striped ones today!)

[llcoolvad.livejournal.com]

Unless he was going to the gym, my Dad used to *only* wear black socks -- a particular brand, even -- so to me black socks = old man. Sparkly shiny colorful socks = young chick. I might be getting long in the tooth, but I am no old man!