Finally! Back up and Running :))

After a now infamous fall from a table to the floor, my computer is back. I simply shoved my Macbook complete with pink case and stickers that read “I HIT GIRLS” in the face of the poor person standing behind the Genius Bar at Apple.

I told him that the computer was broken. Plain and simple. Everything is on a need to know basis. Yeah, the type of thing that I may have to kill you if I tell you. The Genius smiled and told me it was a simple fix and the backlight just needed to be replaced.

Haha. That’s what he thought. I knew better. I know that it’s not good when you move the computer and it sounds like there is a small animal operating an exercise wheel inside. No way is that just the back light. I was told the computer was supposed to take all of last weekend, but was very surprised when I received a call last Saturday stating that the computer was fixed.

I picked it up on Sunday, and I was very, very relieved that the computer was still under warranty and would be for another year and a half. Apparently, they basically replaced my computer and updates a lot of stuff. (How I love you, Apple) The best part was that they did it all for FREE. (Yay! Warranty.)

I was an extremely happy camper and now promise to put both myself and my computer into bubbles. Even, separate bubbles for the sake of bills

How I finally broke my computer.

Ladies and gentlemen,

It is with great regret that I must tell you that I have beaten the crap out of my computer for the last time. That’s it. Kaput. No more. Adios. Au revoir. Done.

I wish I was joking. I really wish I was. I have had a Macbook for the past several years, and quite honestly, that computer has not let me down. It has been indestructible.

Believe me, I’ve tested it. No, definitely not on purpose. I’ve had my dog, Murphy, use it as a landing pad far too many times to count. I’ve dropped it off my lap, as I have reached over for a drink or to grab something. The poor thing has slid off my bed while I dance around like an epileptic that has been seated in front of a strobe light.

I’ve even dropped it down the stairwell of a double decker bus. Yes, you read that right, a double decker bus stairwell. How? The bus driver heavily applied his brakes, and my computer, only secured to the wall by a power cord, flew off my lap on the second floor, and landed on the first floor. It survived.

The difference between last night and every other time? I honestly don’t know. I had my computer on the table (not my lap!) and music started to play while another co-worker was teaching. I reached to hit the mute button, on the keyboard of my computer, and knocked the damn thing off balance. It hit the floor with a deafening crash, followed by the noise of my case popping off, like the cymbal that leaves the reverberation of the crash, long after the actual event took place.

I picked up my poor beat up baby, hoping it would still work. It did! But it was only long enough to confirm that I still have a warranty. Oh well. Now I have a hunk of computer parts until I can I visit the Genius Bar on Friday.

Until then, I may be in and out,but I do apologize for the layout. I have been meaning to fix it.

Snow-tober and salad?

I’m a realist. Really, I am. Snow in October? C’mon!

I do have to say that I’m impressed with the amount of precipitation that was dumped in the Hudson Valley area yesterday. The original forecasts for the weather was to be rain with little to no accumulation.

Ha! Someone’s laughing and its not me!

I got several inches of accumulation in just a few short hours. I do have to say that I have been in worse snow storms though. At least, as of right now, nothing is freezing. It is a little surreal to look out the window and see several inches of snow burying the beautiful leaves that just changed a few days ago.

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Yesterday while at work, I decided to stop at Price Chopper to pick up a salad for lunch. I went over to the deli counter to scope out the ready made salads, and discovered that one salad cost $5.00. I decided to go to the actual vegetable section of the store and found the bagged Dole salads at 2 for $5. I have been working on being more frugal with my spending, so I decided to get the bagged salads.

Last night as I left work, I put the other bag of salad in the fridge for today. Unfortunately, work was extremely busy no thanks to “little to no precipitation” that we received. I was only able to open the bag and have a few mouthfuls of the salad.

After the end of my, I smartly rolled up the bag of salad and brought it home with me as I would not work again until Monday evening. I got in my car with the music blaring, and decided to attack the snowy road conditions. After stopping at the second stop sign of my journey, the salad that I rolled up in its bag, overturned dumping the contents onto my passenger side floor.

I was really irritated that the salad bag overturned, and wanted to make sure that I got most of it out by the time I got home, so I did the unthinkable. At every stop and red light thereafter, I threw a handful of leafy green out the window. Yep, that was me.

After I got off the Thruway and had to wait in line to pay my tolls, I decided it would be a good idea to throw not one, but two handfuls of the salad out the window. As I looked bag up, I noticed a somewhat frazzled state trooper looking at me. The look that he was giving me was almost as if he was asking “What the hell?” I ignored him paid my toll, and waited at the red light where I was successfully able to throw another handful of salad out the window.

I was just glad that when I returned home, that I did not have a horde of white rabid rabbits tracking my trail from the salad and cover concealed by the snow.

How exactly did you get into derby?

Funny question actually.

Approximately two years ago, I remember seeing numerous links from a high school friend on her Facebook. All the links talked of this roller derby, complete with invitations to all to come watch bouts and to go to open recruitment night. I, believe it or not, hadn’t really heard of roller derby. I mean, what is it exactly?

I really couldn’t figure it out. I decided to message said friend to inquire about this “derby”. I remember getting a message back saying it was a lot of fun, and it would definitely be something that I enjoy. She even sent me a few links to find out exactly what it was.

I remember being extremely confused by the whole prospect of the “roller derby”, when she invited me to come to a bout. I was very nervous as I went to my first bout by myself, thinking that I was going to hate it. As soon as the announcer and skaters came out, I was very interested, when the first jam took off, I was hooked.

By the end of the bout, I was in the bleachers, wanting to strap on skates and knock some people down! After that I went to recruitment night, and the rest is history.

Help Me, Doctor Person!

This morning, while heading back to my house after a nice night at work, I stopped to pay my toll on the Thruway as I always do. I approached the toll booth with my ticket and change in my hand, the way I always do. I smiled at the woman in the booth and said, “Good Morning” the way I always do. (Notice a pattern here?)

The thing that was different was when I handed over the ticket, the woman looked at my patches on my uniform and inquired whether or not I knew what an infection looked like. I smiled and replied “Of course I do.” The woman asked to show me something. I was regretting my chipper answer at this point in time.

She carefully opened her door to the booth and pulled off one shoe and sock. The woman explained “I nicked myself while shaving a few weeks ago, and it hurts. I don’t want to touch the scab because it hurts, and I’m worried that it may be infected.” I explained to the woman that it only was a scab, which is a good thing, because that indicates the wound is healing. I also told her that there would normally be a discharge and the wound would be warm to the touch if it was infected.

She then asked why in the world her scab would bother her. As she put her sock and her shoe back on, I pointed out to her that the top of her shoe was rubbing her scab, hence hindering the healing process. The woman then looked at me and replied “Why didn’t I think of that?”.

The toll collector then told me how she was waiting for “one of those doctor people to come through” so she could ask about the scab. The woman was very excited that I was able to answer her question and told me that the next time I came through, she would pay my tolls.

Really lady, I want to pay my damn fifty cents the next time I come through.

First Aid Poll!

Stop! I’m a ……..lifeguard???

One of my favorite calls that I have ever responded to had to be for this patient who had a fall. This patient, who was about 80 pounds soaking wet,was carrying a backpack that was filled with books among other things. I was certain that her bag weighed more than she did. The patient was trying to enter through a revolving door, when the door kicked her on her back, backpack and all.

A few college students had witnessed the patient fall to the ground and called for an ambulance. My partner and I had just placed her on the stretcher when a man came running up to us yelling and flailing his arms. He screamed “STOOOOOOOOPPPP!” as if his life depended on stopping a car that was traveling at 100 mph, to grab a small child from impending doom.

However, this was not the case. Our patient was safely nestled on our stretcher when he approached and yelled for us to stop. He then followed one brilliant statement with another “I’m a lifeguard and am certified in CPR. How can I help?”

I looked from the pink patient, who was very much alive and breathing, to my partner, back to the lifeguard. I picked up the patient’s purse and handed it to the lifeguard responding “Hold this”, as my partner let out a belly laugh.

Needless to say, the patient, the door, her purse, backpack, and the lifeguard were all ok. (That was definitely because the lifeguard made his life-saving interventions before it was too late.)