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

[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.