ELECTRONIC CRASHES

This has been a crazy week.

I can't even recall the exact order of events.   I have been so traumatized.

My computer crashed.   It is only 6 months old.  A baby.

When I made the purchase, I got every bit of coverage the store offered.

What wasn't covered?  The one thing that was wrong with the computer.   Several days and $142.00 later...it's baaack!

Then the printer, copier, photo thingy, scanner and fax machine just...died.   No one can fix it.

Mr.  Wonderful so graciously replaced that for me.

I had to change my cell phone.  I loved that phone.  Two years and a few days after I bought it I FINALLY learned how to use it.   It was perfect.

My replacement is a Droid.   I can't seem to get the hang of it.   I had to really cut down my nails to be able to touch the screen.   It won't stay on for more than five minutes.   The Princess has offered to teach me how to use it over the Christmas break.  Beachy Mimi is not happy with the phone.

I lost my keys.  ALL my keys.

I had them.   I put them up somewhere.   I don't remember where.

I went to the dentist today because I had a toothache.   Next week..double root canal.  Yuck.

I had two breakouts on my face this morning.   What's up with that?

Then, if things weren't already going south,  I made the stupid decision to do this:

Those are bruises, Peeps!  I thought I would get injections to remove my elevens and parenthesis.

Busted!  I had those for a week.   So much for trying to sneak that by everyone.

Bad hair day, too.

I hope your week has been much better.

Love ya, Peeps!

Whine, Whine and Whine

Well, Beachy Mimi is still sick. My voice sounds like a squeaky...something.

I did go to the real doctor today, not Queen B's Health Educator from WalMart.

The sickness was NOT in the budget for the month. Especially the MEDICATIONS. Oh my, I had 4 prescriptions than ran about $400. With insurance.

Just the usual stuff. High powered antibiotic, cough syrup and the stuff to take after the antibiotic does the itchy thing. It rhymes with BEAST INFECTION. And, if I may say so, is a beast. Though that is actually the most important RX and it was just $3. Something is just WRONG that medicines cost so much. It makes me sick!!..hahahaha

Sickbed humor.

The Parental Unit said she would come take care of me...She walked in the door, poured a can of Rotel in the soup I was making, and left. Time nursing--10 seconds.
I guess with the Rotel I can add stomach problems to my chest problems.

Actually, this soup is pretty good and hearty when you are well.

Beachy Mimi's Sick Soup

2 cans Progresso Minestrone Soup
2 lbs. fried ground beef
2 cans pinto beans
2 cans Rotel

Fry meat, mix together for 30 minutes or so and eat. It is really better the second day.

Anyway, as the weather gets cooler here this soup just hits the spot...if you aren't having an intestinal issue. Which, I'm not, so PU's contribution was welcome.

A nurse...she isn't. It was always get better or die at our house growing up.

Now that I have my own home I don't have anyone to take advantage of and make them bring me Sonic cokes and stuff. Bummer.

Queen B...your mommy is calling...help.

She's ignoring me. She is sick, herself. In fact, she got a shot in the hiney this morning and now she is disgustingly better. And not coming near my germs.

If we lived in the same town I would so totally milk this situation.

Instead I have PU, who took Nursing (minus) -101.

I've been checking out blogs while I am here in the sickbed and I am finding something alarming. ALARMING, YA'LL.

Most everyone seems to have the Bloggy Blues. Several of my Precious Peeps are quitting.

NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! Please don't go. You may think your posts are not interesting, but they ARE. People in the sickbed DEPEND on your bloggy goodness.

Take a walk around the block, go to Sonic, clean out a closet...JUST DON'T LEAVE.
We all have days (like today) when nothing much seems interesting or blogworthy, but it IS.

Trust me on this. Some of us HAVE to live vicariously through your blogisms, MEMEs, awards, photos, contests, recipes, tips, recommendations...you see? YOU ARE NEEDED!

Besides, don't you secretly love your comments and statcounter? HUH? Come on. Admit it. You check. Some of you check OFTEN. Just to see if you matter to at least one person.

Well, you matter. Don't quit. There's bloggy material all over the place. MIL, SIL, neighbors, PU's, bald guys, kids, hubs, the weather...lots of stuff and it is ALL GOOD.

If I can't milk a family member for more attention, it will have to be my Peeps!

With the miracle $400 antiobiotic, I will probably be naturally blonde and weigh 50lbs less by morning.

Stay tuned.

Fussy Mimi

WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Hello, Therapy Group. My name is Beachy Mimi and I am FUSSY.

I'm not sure what's up with that.

Perhaps it is post-birthday sugar depletion. Hormones. Lack of sleep. Too much sleep. Not enough cokes. Too many cokes...you see where I am going with this.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS WRONG.

I've mentioned before that as I have gotten older, I take myself much less seriously than in years past. That is, I don't stress over what I consider small stuff.

I quit wearing a watch. My house doesn't have to be perfect. Laundry might or might not pile up for a day or seven.

I try to focus on the Things That Matter...Bible study, prayer, relationships, Sonic.

I very seldom get Truly Irritated With Little Things.

Well, someone has looked at me wrong or something. For two days I've been a whiny, gump-head, allergy-nose-blowing, throbbing-headache-having, ugly-crying-jagger, bad-hair-having, hater-of-everything-in-my-closet, mani-pedi-lacking bundle of JOY...NOT.

Aren't you glad you stopped by?

Plus, the hair that got lasered is now growing in abundance out my chin. Now there's a pretty picture. Add OCD tweezing to the list.

Is there a solution? How do I get out of my Selfish Pity-Party?

COMFORT FOOD.

Yep, works for me!!

I need help, Peeps. What is your favorite comfort food? Or comfort meal?
I can't even decide which comfort food to abuse. Please, give me some ideas.

After I splurge, I'm sure I will be in a better mood.

Thanks, YOU ARE THE BEST!