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Jul. 21st, 2006 11:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickI found the checkbook -- it'd been hiding behind the seat in the little green pickup. Yep. That's the level of excitement here. Found my checkbook. Definitely we're all about the thrill-a-minute factor.
The horrible sunburn on the backs of my thighs has peeled off in huge sheets. It peeled off sort of damp-ly (house is over 80 F and the humidity is at least that high) in about three pieces of skin per thigh. I could probably have pasted the impressive sheets of dead skin together to use as a lampshade if I'd been slightly less squicked by the way the pieces stretched as they peeled off of me.
I sailed the boat again today after work. This week was pretty light on the sailing front because I've been busy doing other things and because I felt like hell for part of the week because of the aforementioned sunburn and also because of some weird viral thing that made me want to spend yesterday after work (weather like today) in bed under *blankets*. There was enough wind this evening for me to hike out of the boat precisely once. I swear, this is like a teaser rate for CDs or something -- disappears as soon as it hits. I would like more wind, please. More wind. As it is, I can't even generate amusing tales of how the boat flipped over on me because there is not enough wind to make that happen at the moment. I am past the point where I regularly flip the boat in light winds.
Wednesday after work Cass and I washed Casper's mane and tail. It's for fair, which starts on Sunday. I made Cass read the directions on the shampoo bottle. It was a purple whitening shampoo for brightening up the white of horses that had white and if you left it in too long, it would make the horse purple. The directions admit to this, which is why I made her read me the directions aloud. Also, she's like nine. It's time for her to be reading directions. Casper was fairly tolerant on the washing front though not as enthusiastic as she could have been. It was, after all, over ninety out and we had a nice, cold hose. She could have been more appreciative.
Dad's asked me no fewer than three times this week if I was serious about going down to his house in Mexico with cousin San and/or other people. I have (finally) emailed her to get a solid confirmation on that. Whenever we choose to go, it'll have to be after the stupid wedding thing because I promised to help SJ with that. Probably I should also check prices for airlines and whatnot to figure out what that's gonna run me.
Whosie wants to borrow 3K for a car for her kid. This would be fine, but the other day on the phone she said 2.5K and I drew up all the paperwork and shit and now she wants 3K and I don't have paperwork for that and I'm going to have to freaking redo the whole damn thing by hand tonight (because there's no printer at my damn house and because I don't know how to use the printer at the office. The secretary does that. This is WHY there is a secretary.) because she wants it tomorrow morning. Why can't people ask for how much they need and then stick with that figure? Don't they see how this changing of minds fucks up my paperwork? On the plus side, seven percent is seven percent.
I also note with interest that emigrantdirect.com (the less user-friendly of the two online banks I play with) is paying more than 5% and they've finally sent me my new, super-sekret numeric passcode of secretitude. Uhm. I surely hope I don't have to type this fucking thing in every single time I want to use the account. I have yet to mess with it because I'm waiting for the funds in my checking account to settle so that I know how much I have to move. I do not keep a running total of the amount in my checking account -- I'm lazy and math is hard. I wait for bank statements to arrive and then I sort of guesstimate after that. I have heard of balancing the checkbook, but that is apparently something that happens to other people and not to me.
The horrible sunburn on the backs of my thighs has peeled off in huge sheets. It peeled off sort of damp-ly (house is over 80 F and the humidity is at least that high) in about three pieces of skin per thigh. I could probably have pasted the impressive sheets of dead skin together to use as a lampshade if I'd been slightly less squicked by the way the pieces stretched as they peeled off of me.
I sailed the boat again today after work. This week was pretty light on the sailing front because I've been busy doing other things and because I felt like hell for part of the week because of the aforementioned sunburn and also because of some weird viral thing that made me want to spend yesterday after work (weather like today) in bed under *blankets*. There was enough wind this evening for me to hike out of the boat precisely once. I swear, this is like a teaser rate for CDs or something -- disappears as soon as it hits. I would like more wind, please. More wind. As it is, I can't even generate amusing tales of how the boat flipped over on me because there is not enough wind to make that happen at the moment. I am past the point where I regularly flip the boat in light winds.
Wednesday after work Cass and I washed Casper's mane and tail. It's for fair, which starts on Sunday. I made Cass read the directions on the shampoo bottle. It was a purple whitening shampoo for brightening up the white of horses that had white and if you left it in too long, it would make the horse purple. The directions admit to this, which is why I made her read me the directions aloud. Also, she's like nine. It's time for her to be reading directions. Casper was fairly tolerant on the washing front though not as enthusiastic as she could have been. It was, after all, over ninety out and we had a nice, cold hose. She could have been more appreciative.
Dad's asked me no fewer than three times this week if I was serious about going down to his house in Mexico with cousin San and/or other people. I have (finally) emailed her to get a solid confirmation on that. Whenever we choose to go, it'll have to be after the stupid wedding thing because I promised to help SJ with that. Probably I should also check prices for airlines and whatnot to figure out what that's gonna run me.
Whosie wants to borrow 3K for a car for her kid. This would be fine, but the other day on the phone she said 2.5K and I drew up all the paperwork and shit and now she wants 3K and I don't have paperwork for that and I'm going to have to freaking redo the whole damn thing by hand tonight (because there's no printer at my damn house and because I don't know how to use the printer at the office. The secretary does that. This is WHY there is a secretary.) because she wants it tomorrow morning. Why can't people ask for how much they need and then stick with that figure? Don't they see how this changing of minds fucks up my paperwork? On the plus side, seven percent is seven percent.
I also note with interest that emigrantdirect.com (the less user-friendly of the two online banks I play with) is paying more than 5% and they've finally sent me my new, super-sekret numeric passcode of secretitude. Uhm. I surely hope I don't have to type this fucking thing in every single time I want to use the account. I have yet to mess with it because I'm waiting for the funds in my checking account to settle so that I know how much I have to move. I do not keep a running total of the amount in my checking account -- I'm lazy and math is hard. I wait for bank statements to arrive and then I sort of guesstimate after that. I have heard of balancing the checkbook, but that is apparently something that happens to other people and not to me.
