Menthol Body Wash

I am afflicted with seasonal allergies. Food allergies. Various pet dander allergies. I often even grouse that I am allergic to work. For Christmas this year my parents went overboard with all the miscellaneous little stuff that they tend to go overboard with. Nick nacks and stuff for the new apartment (I moved in with my girlfriend in the middle of December).

At any rate. One of the various things that I got for Christmas was this stuff called Booth’s Breath Easy Body Wash. It’s got eucalyptus, and menthol in it. As well as many other ingredients that I guess you would expect in hippie homemade environmentally friendly soap.

The idea is that as you wash yourself with this, it releases the vapors into the air and helps clear your sinuses. Many allergy sufferers, myself included, suffer most in the morning. Your head is all clogged up. This stuff is supposed to clear you out.

It works great! You can almost here your sinuses snap as they clear out. It’s incredibly effective. One of the drawbacks is that the vapors are so strong, it makes your eyes tear up. (It’s like frying foods with tobacco sauce). There is one other drawback: If you are careless as to what parts of your body you wash with this stuff, a lingering cool (read: frickin’ icy) feeling will follow you through the greater part of your morning routine. There have been a few mornings where I’ve made it all the way to my car, sat in the seat and realized I was still chillin’ down there.

The label claims that it helps to wake you and your body. This is no falsehood. If you have trouble clearing your head, or getting rolling in the morning, this will get you going.

It’s also baby powder tuxedo blue. How can you go wrong with that?

Out.

Windows Visita - First Thoughts

I got a new laptop recently. It came with windows Vista. I purchased Office 2007 and Outlook 2007 on my own because there was a great deal on amazon.com and I couldn’t come to spend and extra 100 bucks I didn’t have to. However, my second week of owning the laptop, I had some sort of fatal error. The computer wouldn’t start. It suggested I put in my Windows install disk and attempt to repair it. This failed about three times and then it worked.

Everythng seemed normal, until just now. I was starting a post on Menthol Body wash, and I realized that when I try to spell out misc, I get it wrong ususally. So I was going to draft the post in word and then past it in when I was satisfied I’d not made any seriously agregious spelling or gramatical mistakes. But word is missing. In fact, Office 2007 is missing. Nothing in the program files directory. Outlook is there, but word, exel, one note, all missing. I installed office second, so I suppose it we went back to an install point, that was the last major piece of software I installed (also the second major piece of software I installed.)

So first thoughts… I like Vista, it’s pretty. It does ask a great deal of questions, but I am not bothered by it. I’m more anoyed at Trend Micro. There virus scanner has a little bubble that pops up to tell me that it’s scanning incoming emails, but that bubble is blocking the lower bar on outlook that tells me what message of how many are being downloaded. That bubble stays up as long as that running tally is visible. If you click it off, it pops up with the next message. I’ve gone all through the program and I’m unable to find a way to turn that off. I wish the little pill icon would just change colors, or show emails passing through it or something, rather than obscure the taskbar of the most popular business email program in this country.

Enough bitching, I’m going to go get my Office dis, install office again, and then, if I’m not too tired at that point, will write a post about menthol body wash. Though I think it’s been built up too much at this point.

Lates…

my yearly promise to write more

About once a year I look back on m blog, and I decide that I’m going to try to write more. This is that post.

I really am though. I don’t know what to write about, but since I’ve stopped taking photos for my journal this year, I told myself I should write more stuff in my blog. So I’m going to try. I’m going to write about whatever mundain stuff people don’t want to read about.

Like making sugar cookies with my girlfriend, or using menthol body wash (more on that later, that I promise).

That’s all for now.

The Churro Cart

Be necessary but not irreplaceable. A wise man once told me that, otherwise you’ll never get promoted. Where I come from, we have a different term for that, it’s called getting “churro carted”

A long time ago, I worked for Knott’s Berry Farm, in the food service department. I worked in the Roaring 20’s, and Big Foot Frontier areas, and sooner or later, I ended up on the Churro Cart. The Churro Cart was a shitty job. It wasn’t so bad, sitting out in the open air, more or less unsupervised, chatting up girls all day. Eating the broken churros, and man, I love me some churros. No, the shitty part was closing the Churro Cart. To get the cinnamon and sugar off the glass of the box in which the churros stayed warm require the use of ammonia. You had to spray the inside with ammonia and then wipe it down. The fumes were horrible, and most people did a poor job of it. These people got promoted, mainly to get rid of them. I, having been infused with a strong work ethic from a young age, did a good job, despite hating every second of cleaning that horrid cart. I never got promoted, in fact, once it was learned that I would clean that cart properly, I forever was on a closing shift on that cart. I was taken out of the normal rotation, wasn’t allowed to make burgers anymore at the Big Foot Broiler. I languished on that f’ing cart until I quit, which was only a few months later.

So again, my advise, plagiarized from another, be necessary, but not irreplaceable, because irreplaceable is another word for un-promotable.

Guns Hot!

Recently I’ve been at work, pretty much all the time. All of our efforts have been working towards this deadline that’s been looming. Although it’s only been two weeks, it feels like forever ago we started disassembling things and working on this project. Today was a completely disaster, but as our engineer and one of my personal heroes says, we officially went Guns Hot at 12:30 AM this morning.  Now, rewind to 5PM when I was on the two-way, and the phone, while soldering some connectors we didn’t know we hadn’t finished yet and needed, while my boss was going back and forth with some other kinks that needed to be ironed out, and some unpleasant emails were rotting in my inbox about another project I’ve been neglecting so we could focus on this one. It’s been a long day. Oh yeah, and I bit my lip about six times today.  

Heap all of that on top of the fact that I’m so strung out I didn’t quite connect Wednesday night (Lost on ABC) with Thursday Morning (our deadline), and had already made plans with my girlfriend, which I had to postpone in favor of, you guessed it, working, again.

 We often quip that this is the business we’ve chosen. I guess I fell into it more than chose it, but the end result is the same. I need couple of days off, back to back. Not that it counts as vacation, not this weekend, but next weekend, I’m arranging to just be not on call.

Oh well. It’s foggy again. I gotta get some sleep.

Workin’ too hard…

I been working a bit too hard as of late. The last few weeks have been non stop long days (8, 12, 16 hours,) working all weekend and non stop disaster. I definitely need a little rest sometime soon I think.

cold

It’s cold.

Protected: Dentists, Deep Cleanings & Debt (cont.)

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Dentists, Deep Cleanings & Debt

I have not been to the dentist in a number of years. I didn’t have dental insurance, and then I didn’t have time. I have to actually section out a day when I can go in, and I have to figure out how my insurance works now and all that stuff. Frankly, I’m lazy. After a long day of working, I’d rather sit on my ass and watch a movie. But, I really should tend to my teeth. My teeth are not made of enamel, but some sort of white titanium that looks like enamel. I inherited this from the men on my dad’s side. That wont stop my titanium chompers from falling out due to gum rot. I should take care of this.

 

On my right side, one of my teeth has been hurting. Sensitive to cold. Suspiciously near the only cavity I’ve had. One of the teeth grew in deformed and I got a cavity as a result. I had it filled, but there’s a gap, and I have to be very careful of cleaning it well and now I wonder if I haven’t been as careful as I should have been. Blah blah blah. I need to get it looked at, I fear it’ll require a cap or a replacement. I think I’d opt for real titanium this time, but I don’t think they are going to get it.  

On a side note, my dad has a plate in his head. I don’t need to go into details but the end result was he needed a plate in his head. I think I was out of high school when he had this done. I recall he was quite bummed that the plates they make these days, aren’t metal, they are, some composite or polymer. Can’t set off the metal detectors at the airport with carbon fiber now can you?

Back on topic, my girlfriend just got back from the dentist. She had a tooth on one side that hurt. She requires a “deep cleaning” and after insurance her portion is like five bills. I guess this means there’s no HMO for dentistry. Yet. You hear that big insurance companies, HMO for dentistry, the wave of the future.

So now I’m all worried about my sensitive tooth. What if it’s not a simple cavity like I was worried about, what if I need a deep cleaning. I don’t have five bills layin’ around. I need to get my 50k mile service on my car, and I’ll be needing tires soon. That’s a phat stack when you live on
California prices.

Anyways, I digress. That sucks. Being a grown up sucks.

I’m sitting on my patio. It’s f’n cold out here. It’s that cold before the storm sort of crispy feeling. The clouds are rolling in, there’s a breeze that’s chillin’ my semi naked scalp. That and my abs are killing me.

Anyways, this  post has been brought to you by the letter Q (ass I want one), and the number 667 (because that’s how many friends Chris has on myspace, I told him he should dump one so he’ll have 666 friends ).

The 91 sucks…

Lets see. Today I ordered a new phone to replace the one I have that doesn’t work too well. I worked out some shit at work. I went over to my girlfriends flat. We jogged, lifted some weights (man I’m out of shape), had dinner and watched Enough. That J-Lo flick. Now, I’m going to get some sleep, the week ain’t over yet and at the rate I’m going, I’m gonna need the energy.  

P.S. The SR-91 sucks.