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I decided to take yesterday off of work to read the new Oakhurst Leaflet, wait for Christmas cards to arrive and get my energy up to watch Glee. I was pleasantly surprised to find that our neighborhood newsletter had increased its font size and not so surprised that the first holiday greeting card delivered to our black metal mailbox was from our favorite gay-boys. And of course Glee did not disappoint - Doc. B. even liked it (but don't say I told you).
In between waiting for the leaflet and mail carriers to arrive, I figured I’d also take care of some other binn-ness.
My first e-mail, at 6:00 am, was to the local computer repair guy. I asked him if he could please come apply the automated external defibrillator to my lil’ old Sony Vaio in an effort to revive it from its frozen state. Given the fact that temps were in the 20’s with a wind chill in the teens, I wasn’t all that hopeful that he could revive the poor thing. After all, it is a 4 year old baby and laptop PC’s of that age don’t usually enjoy life that long.
Then off to my favorite gym – Core Body . I did a secret alone time 45 minute spin class*, of my own creation, including the below iPhone play list that I hooked into the overhead speaker system and dared anyone to make me turn it off:
Blue on Black – Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Low Rider – Barry White
Sun Rising – The Beloved/Chilled Spirit
I Gotta Feeling- The Black Eye Peas
Everywhere I go- The Call
She Sells Sanctuary – The Cult
Are We Ourselves – The Fixx
Jump – Madonna
Shut Your Eyes – Snow Patrol
Closer – Ne-Yo
*Bonus Points - Weight Watchers now counts a 45 minute spin class as 8, count 'em 8, activity points! Not that I know anything about Weight Watchers or anything.
As I’m leaving the gym, Computer Repair Guy calls to tell me he’ll be over at 11:30. So I decided to go home, get cleaned up and add s’more items to my to do list.
Next, I directed my Ford Ranger (‘cause it’s too dang cold to ride my bike) to the Decatur USPS with mom’s L’Oreal lipstick that she left while visiting a few weeks ago – I’m splurging to mail it back to her…because she’s worth it.
Then on to the CVS to use up my medical spending account money on over-the-counter standards (Aleve, Tylenol, Zyrtec, Neosporin, Epsom salts, Percocet and Oxycontin – well, not those last two unfortunately). Can you believe that next year’s medical spending account, to which I contribute my own fairly hard-earned money, will only reimburse me for OTC items if I have a prescription? That’s so STUPID! Like I'm going to ask my gynecologist to write me a script for Nyquil? Guess I’ll drop my annual deduction in half and hope that I don’t need a root canal or bifocals – thank goodness for the large print in the Oakhurst Leaflet to help the latter!
The CVS clerk checked me out (well, she didn't really check ME out, just my items). She was in awe of my CardStar iPhone application on which she was able to scan my rewards card bar code, AND she was also in awe of my $80.00 worth of drugs. Okay, I added some red licorice to the bill – maybe it's reimbursable? After all, it is medically necessary to combat depression and prevent any possibility of some resulting suicidal ideation.
Computer repair guy shows up right on queue and resolves the problem for a measly 50 bucks – LOVE HIM! He tells me I can put off replacing my laptop until I’m ready to give in and buy a Mac – and in the meantime, he’ll keep coming by and fixing the PC (‘cause when I buy the Mac, he says I won’t need him anymore).
Last on the list was my quarterly call to Dish Network to find out what they’re billing me for that they shouldn’t be. And when I say me I mean Doc. B. because of course I had to lie to DISH about my identity again. Can I just tell you that it was the most pleasant customer service call Doc. B. has had in quite some time? Brittany, clearly not sitting in an Indian call center, clearly sitting in a Georgia, USA call center, handled all of Doc. B.'s concerns and even acknowledged Doc. B. for being a long-time customer.
Question: What is it called if you are talking about yourself, but not really you, in the third person? Third person once removed? Remind me to e-mail Grammar Girl to find out.
Off to Glee I went, rear end fitting perfectly in the love pit sofa butt print. And since I was in the music mood after Glee, I HAD to watch some of Celtic Woman: The Greatest Journey on Georgia Public Broadcasting.
Question: What is it called if you are talking about yourself, but not really you, in the third person? Third person once removed? Remind me to e-mail Grammar Girl to find out.
Off to Glee I went, rear end fitting perfectly in the love pit sofa butt print. And since I was in the music mood after Glee, I HAD to watch some of Celtic Woman: The Greatest Journey on Georgia Public Broadcasting.
