Disappearing Acts

Have you ever been contacted by someone from your past who disappeared shortly thereafter? It’s happened to me a couple of times in the past few years.

I get an e-mail from a long lost friend, a dialog begins, then nothing. Just one day they don’t return my e-mail. Weeks turn into months and I begin to wonder if I just imagined it to begin with.

It’s bizarre. Kinda rude too. I mean, YOU contacted ME. Now you’re blowing me off? WTF?

My friend says I expect too much from people. I guess I do. I expect if you contact me after years of not talking that you won’t disappear without explanation. But what do I know? Maybe it’s an ego thing.

Thursday Mumblings

My Jetta reached 100,000 miles on the way home from Qdoba on Tuesday. Joe was excited to be in the car when it rolled over. I was going to take a picture but no one really cares. I’m hoping I can get away with another 100,000 miles before getting a new car since we’re going to be replacing Joe’s truck soon as it is. It’s been nice not having any car payments the past two years!

By the way, if you haven’t tried Qdoba’s naked burritos, please do. I think they are tastier than Chipotle’s and they have ground beef which Chipotle does not. Plus I got $100 worth of certificates for $50 through a local radio promo so Chipotle can suck it for now.

I decided to clean up my feed reader again today and I really cut back on the content I’m subscribed to. Whenever there are unread feeds I feel anxious and obligated to catch up. So then instead of really paying attention, I skim over the entries. I removed True Wife Confessions even though I love reading it because I feel extra appreciation for the relationship I’m in after hearing about all the bullshit those woman deal with. I could never be with someone who doesn’t talk to me or who expects me to do everything around the house. We both work full-time so we share the responsibility of maintaining the house. Sure, I may do the majority of the cooking (and all of the upkeep for Oreo), but I have not pumped gas or washed my car in seven years. And with the exception of two weeks ago when Joe was at work and I had a friend over, I never vacuum either.

Anyway, maybe now I’ll be more “productive” with my free-time. Even if I play on the Wii or get back into Guitar Hero I’ll be getting more exercise than sitting in front of the computer. Plus I need to stop surfing late at night. I’m having enough trouble sleeping and I read the brightness from the screen can have an effect on that. I need to read more before bed or listen to my iPod (I stopped doing that for some reason).

It just occurred to me the other day that it’s less than a month before the Cure concert and I’m not feeling a lot of excitement. I blame it on the lack of a new album which I hear isn’t being released until September. Also, I hate the venue where they’re playing. I’m sure I’ll enjoy the show, though. I have never been disappointed by a Cure concert. It’s always, at the risk of sounding lame, a completely magical experience for me because they are such a great live band.

Twitter Shitter

It bugs me when complete strangers start following me on Twitter because I know these people can’t possibly be interested in my boring infrequent updates. Call me cynical, but I feel they have an ulterior motive, and it’s to get me to visit their Twitter page and subsequently, their website. Usually these people have hundreds of people they are “following” which is ridiculous. No one can keep up with that many updates. They just found yet another way to “spam” people. Pathetic. I’m going to start blocking these morons.

Catching up with me

A disclaimer

I’m a little burnt out on the internet. I’ve considered shutting down this blog, but I do like keeping record of things that have happened; I can’t tell you how many times I’ve searched my own site to verify something. That being said, I highly suggest you subscribe to this site’s feed instead of checking here everyday, otherwise you’re just wasting your time.

My husband, my hero

Monday morning while I was blow-drying my hair, a fuse blew. I went into the garage to try and reset the fuse, but couldn’t reach the fuse box, so I called Joe, who was already on his way to work. He explained I’d have to squeeze between his motorcycle and the various junk to reach over to the fuse box but I wasn’t seeing how that was possible. He told me to stand by, as he was turning around to come back home. I protested, but he insisted.

Ten minutes later he was home and could see there wasn’t any way to squeeze between the stuff to get to the fuse box, so he moved some stuff around and reset the fuse. The best part? He did all this without any guilt trips and that means the world to me. That’s why he’s my hero – he takes care of me and when he does something that might inconvenience himself, he doesn’t act like it. It’s more than I can say for myself, even.

You win, iTunes

So I gave into iTunes. Make no mistake about it – I’m not happy about it. But it was a necessary evil. I loaded all my music to the library, made sure all the album art was there, then deleted everything from my iPod and reloaded it through iTunes. I got tired of running iTunes to get iPod updates and have it “evaluate” all the music already on my iPod and remove the album art in the process. I don’t get why it insists on doing these things, but I feel like it’s a big bully that is forcing me to use it if I want my cover art to remain intact. So whatever. I will be begrudgingly using it to update my iPod moving forward.