Okay, I’m coming clean. I have a bad habit of texting while driving. I don’t do it all the time, because it’s a little difficult to keep your car going in a straight line when you are fumbling with your iPhone trying to hit the right letter.

I was hanging out with some of my girlfriends last night, and the subject of my other bad habit, speeding, came up. And I was chastised to hell and back about my speeding habits. Scolded and reminded that I’m somebody’s mother and should be thinking of them, especially my daughter who is still at home with me.

On my way home, I heard this awesome remake of Blondie’s Call Me and wanted to tell pseudo-hubby so I wouldn’t forget it. You have no idea how much I forget these days. Like forgetting that I could, oh, I don’t know, tag the damn song with my iPhone. The blonde is strong with me these days.

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I keep holding my finger over the publish button on my match.com profile. To activate or keep de-activated, that is the question. On the one hand, I’m paying for it, you know? On the other hand, is it even worth the time?

Thus far from my adventures on Match, I’ve received one thoroughly broken (as in shattered, destroyed) heart, two really good friends, and a couple of acquaintances that I enjoy talking to from time to time. The friends and acquaintances? Good. Broken heart? Yeah, you can keep that.

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Recently I purchased a spiffy new iPhone that I’m head over heels in love with.  So in love with it that when I go out to the local pub to meet up with friends for drinks, I’m often yelled at to put the crack phone away.  Yeah, I love it that much.

When I purchased it, I knew that it does not currently support MMS messages, but the software update is expected sometime this summer.  Having seen friends’ phones in action, I expected to be getting text notifications with a link in the event someone tried to send me a picture or whatnot.  Since I rarely get pictures sent to me anyway, I didn’t think about it much.

In a conversation with a friend yesterday, he mentioned having sent me a text message the night before.  I stared at my phone and assured him I had not received one.  He insisted he had sent one.  Being a stickler for always being right, I logged into my AT&T account and checked.  Not a single text message from him.  A few I had sent to him, but none from him.  He has an obnoxious tendency to not reply to texts, so it never occurred to me that there was a problem.

Well, see, Mr. Smarty Pants sends all of his messages to me in MMS format.  Always.  Highly annoying, but will he fix this little “feature” on his phone?  Nooooo, of course he won’t.  Realizing that the format of his messages was the problem, I contacted AT&T to find out why I wasn’t getting the notification at least.

The first person I talked to was a nice young man who checked my account, told me he didn’t understand what the problem was, and did some strange reset that required me to turn off my phone for a minute and then turn it back on.  I had a co-worker and another friend send me pictures via text to see if I got the notification, but alas, no such notification appeared.  After roughly fifteen minutes of going back and forth and testing, the customer service rep gave up and told me he would transfer me to iPhone support.

The second person I talked to was another very nice young man who did some brief trouble shooting and said he couldn’t help me, because the problem was in the service itself, not the phone.  Apparently, while he’s iPhone support, he has nothing to do with AT&T.  Why the first person transferred me to him is still a mystery.  And with that, after another fifteen minutes gone, he transferred me to yet a third person.

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I am a bit of a stubborn creature who tends to believe she can do anything she puts her mind to. I very rarely ask anyone for help, usually for two reasons. I’ve found that either people will help you and then later hold it over your head, or they will say they will help you and then simply don’t. So, you know, I’ve developed this whole “I can do it by myself” motto.

It’s frustrated more than a few friends, and plenty of boyfriends, but I just smile and say, “I am not a kitten stuck up in tree!” However, in an attempt to be more reasonable, I’ve been practicing asking for help, to a degree.

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The beginning of the week is -not- supposed to make me feel like I’m dragging ass already!  I want a recount, this cannot possibly be Monday.  Maybe Thursday, and tomorrow is Friday.  Ah, to dream.

The lovely Goddess is getting ready to start a new journey, and I am more envious than you know.  The prospect of just picking up, packing up, and starting fresh has never been more appealing than it is right now.  But I made a commitment to my daughter to stay right where we are until she graduates, and I intend on keeping my word.

Although… (yeah you saw that coming, didn’t you?) if I were to, say, find a job within driving distance of her father, I bet she’d take me up on it.  And driving distance from her father is about 1000 miles from here.  Oddly enough, right around the same area that Goddess is relocating to.

Possibilities?  Perhaps.  Rather interesting that I keep finding these reasons, and enticements, to return to the state I came from.  I’m not especially homesick, having run from Florida as fast as I could once the opportunity presented itself.  But I am… something.  I don’t know what.  Ready for a change of my own?  Yeah, ready for a change of my own.  And while I doubt that change is going to be a move back to the land of sunshine and warm breezes, it is nice to think about from time to time.

Tonight I believe I’m going to just shut the thinking machine off and curl up with my book, and later Heros, for awhile.  I don’t believe a whole lot in things being “meant to be” or anything these days, but I think that when the time is right, an opportunity will arise that I won’t be able to say no to.

I won’t actively seek it for now, but I’ll certainly know it if I happen to accidentally walk into it.

Oh, and Monday?  Shape up, bitch.  You are making me crazy.

So yesterday I went to the neurologist and got all wired up for a 48 hour EEG. I have several electrodes covered in gauze and glued (yes, GLUED) to my head. The electrodes all connect to wires that go into a backpack I’m forced to tote around.

Here’s a picture I took drew:

Okay, so I’m not an artist… sue me

For the curious, basically they are looking to see if the big fat white spot in the below image is mucking up my brain:

Click to embiggen

Srsly? You have to ask if a cyst the size of a golfball might be mucking up the brains its displacing? Ooookay then.

*mumble*mumble*

Hit the polls immediately following my doctor appointment. I would have gone before the appointment, but there was a crazy line, so I went after. Score, no line!

If you haven’t voted yet today, get your butt out there and do it. This is, quite frankly, the most important election I’ve ever been a part of. And, I can say with some pride, that I -have- been a part of it. I’ve volunteered, I’ve knocked on doors, I’ve talked with my neighbors, I’ve had well thought out intelligent conversations with people about what this race means and what is at stake. I have never been so emotionally invested in an election before.

Of course, I’ve never been so stressed out either. And I was joking with my doctor today that maybe what she thinks were TIAs was really just a sign that I’m stressed to the breaking point. She said fat chance, but hey, anything beats my brain simply melting down!

Okay, back to the point… see? Brain, melting.

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Oh hai!

Can you guess that I’ve been busy? Of course you can! When am I not, right?

I thought I’d have time to sit down and write a real blog, full of updates and witty anecdotes, but sadly, that is not the case. So instead you will just get a quick version.

Yes, I’m voting for Obama, and that’s pretty much a done deal. I know, you are shocked. I’ve done some canvassing for him with my daughter and we really enjoyed it. Tomorrow he’s having a rally within 15 miles of home, so guess where I’ll be?

No, I’m not voting for him just because he’s a Democrat. I do know how to read and make decisions all by myself! I can also tie my own shoes.

Yes, I am rather disgusted with the current political discourse. I’m also wondering which parts of America are actually anti-American since only some seem to be pro-American.

No, I’m not dating anyone and have no intentions to do so. I’m rather enjoying being single. Thanks for asking. (You’d be surprised at how often this is asked!)

Yes, my job is keeping me busy. Go figure.

No, I’m not done working on side projects. The next round goes to personal websites, of which I have several. They are in dire need of attention.

Yes, I do update Twitter far more than this or Facebook. It’s quick and easy and doesn’t generally require me logging in to anything. And I can do it from my phone if I’m really excited about something.

No, I haven’t made those appointments yet. I’ll get to them when I have time. My boobs thank you for inquiring though
Okay, I think that’s all. I feel better. Miss everyone, find me on AIM, yahoo, or msn to chat. Email me if you need contact info.

Toodles, bitchez! *mwah!*

A friend introduced me to a bunch of his acquaintances last night. There’s a terribly long and funny story to tell, but sadly, I can’t say a lot of it online. It was a great night, with a lot of laughing and a feeling of being immediately accepted by some genuinely interesting people.

So after meeting all of these people in a nice little place in Gaithersburg, we were invited back to someone’s house, and me, being in the mood to do nothing but have a good time, begged and pleaded with my friend to take me there. After an awkward moment wherein we accidentally walked in on a man being… *ahem*… serviced… the night progressed rather nicely. I drank a little wine, conversed about the best places for steaks, and had a great conversation with our host who wondered if I’d be interested in being the new High Priestess for his Wiccan coven. My partner in crime is pretty insistent that what they really want is for me to be their Goddess, but wevs
My faith has been floundering for a very long time. Several years of ongoing romantic heartbreak has made me quite cynical and my belief in deity has waned to near atheistic levels. But standing in that house, and then outside in the beautiful circle with a gorgeous altar, brought a lot of old feelings back for me. The belief that maybe there is something out there after all, and maybe it’s not as cold and unforgiving as I have felt lately, has been tickling at the edges of my mind.

Who knows what tomorrow holds. But I do believe that meeting these people was critical, the nudge my battered heart needed to find the faith that I’ve long since abandoned.

Dear friends, a new rule for my life. Help a bitch out and adhere to it.

My cell phone is to be removed from my presence after the third glass of wine or second beer. Hide that bitch so I can’t see it and can’t use it. If you have to, sit on my hands or tie me down. Oooohhh.

Left to my own devices, I will text myself straight to hell. Please do your civic duty and make sure this doesn’t happen. There’s plenty of reasons for me to go to hell, texting shouldn’t be one of them.

kthxbai!