I am a chocoholic. I need my doses daily. I'm at the point where I have back up stock sitting on my desk 24-hours a day. I was thinking of making a back up for my back up. Something like a metal box with a glass window and a small hammer.
I've tried quitting cold turkey but then I make up lost time and go on a chocolate-eating rampage where anything that looks like chocolate, I scarf down in seconds flat. When I get like that, I try to stay away from the bathroom.
The only thing that makes me feel a little better is the fact that there is one person who's life is a bit more pathetic than mine. That would be the person who finds the time to read this crap.
Love Ya!
The last time I talked about this piece of crap, I was having problems with the ice maker. Well now that's the least of my worries. Not only do I have a problem with the ice maker but I have a problem with the whole damn box.
Two days ago the refrigerator started making a clicking an buzzing noise. I opened the freezer door and it was HOT inside. My ice cream was white soup and my ice cubes are now water puddles on the kitchen floor. This fridge is only three years old!
Today a repairman stopped by, walked through the door, opened the back of the fridge, poked around for THREE minutes, he closed the back panel and said ''your compressor needs to be replaced, that will cost around $800.,I don't do that kind of repair & that will be $49. For the house call''.
So in five minutes it costed me fifty bucks to be told that my fridge sucks Of course I refused to pay for his horrible advice and he left without incident.
That was the last straw with this junk box. I got on the phone and called Maytag. I let loose on the customer service. I told them the numerous problems I have had with this devil-box. I asked them where the hell is the Maytag repairman. Is he overworked with all the other broken boxes?
Long story short, the maytag repairman is coming to my house on tuesday to repair my fridge. I'll keep you updated since I know you're truly concerned (yeah right).
My life is a sticky note. I need these square little pieces of gold (yellow gold). The only problem now is that my desk, floor, walls are being taken over by these tree slices. I have notes everywhere. The biggest problem is that I have sticky notes reminding me what other sticky notes mean. It's becoming a endless cycle of notes branching off each other, depending on each other for their true meaning.
I made the decision today to cut all ties with these sticky notes. Sticky notes are no longer my friend. Today I copied down all the messages from these sticky notes and either put them in my PDA or put them on my computer.
BTW, if you have a Mac, like I do, there's an application called ''Stickies''. It's basically electronic sticky notes. Well now i'm a ''stickies addict'' I cleaned up my desktop only to make a mess of my desktop. (figure it out)
Love ya!
So the story behind this photo is that I was setting up cameras in the PNN Radio main studio. When I was making adjustments to this particular camera, I could hear the clicking (which meant the camera was on). I couldn't figure out how the camera could be on since it was unplugged. Hence the candid shot.
I look like a bank robber running out of the bank only to realize the camera got me. BTW, the camera was not running without power. It happens to have a backup battery.
I think after tonight, I'm going to need some pepto.
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