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cathouse_blues, I must admit to watching History Detectives for the third night in a row, but it's mostly because I normally watch PBS when I'm not interested in what's on NPR (On Point from 2000-2100). Please whip me with wet noodles until my sense returns.

After buying a parallel cable since I was having no luck with setting it up with a USB cable, I finally got the laser printer to play with Windows XP. (I think the new cable did it, much like buying a single drill bit helped Himself find his bit set awhile back. Is there a name for this theory?) Laurel is absolutely fascinated by it since my test printing was a coloring sheet and she got a Dora the Explorer, a Miss Spider, and the first of the clown ones I'm working on in short order. Every so often when she walks by, she looks in the paper tray for new ones. Cracks me up.

Tomorrow morning is my appointment in Women's Health, where they will likely be disappointed that I neither have an STD nor am pregnant and try again to put me on HRT (no way I'd do that with my family history). I had no luck finding a pair of Groucho glasses (a la clemidia) locally and it didn't occur to me to order a pair online in time for reasonable shipping, so I'm trying to think of something amusing to do since I'm sure I'll have a good hour or more wait (if they can't see me within two hours of my appointment time, I'm giving up on the base clinic and waiting until we get home, where the same practice that saw me through pregnancy can fit me in expediently). Any ideas welcome.

I'm still so tired from the hormonal misery that the house is in desperate need of a cleaning, but it didn't really hit me until Himself helpfully told me on his way out I might want to ask for 24 hours' notice if the landlord calls back to arrange things. Turns out our water meter indicates a constant draw on the water and we've ruled out any leaks in the house, which means there may be one in the plumbing _under_ the house. If there is, I'd guess it's from when one of the neighbors' dogs forced its way under the house and careened around under there for 20 minutes before getting back out (whereupon I chased it off our lot with some metal shot we keep for the slingshot for just such an occasion). I've mostly tackled the kitchen (still have to do ironing and fold laundry) and plan on doing the living room tomorrow. Whee.


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Jul. 16th, 2003 07:07 pm (UTC)
That's the show with the Forensics people figuring things out about history and possible-myths 'n' such, right?

Also, hope things go OK tomorrow!
Jul. 16th, 2003 08:03 pm (UTC)
It is. I'm glad they finally started wearing gloves to handle >100 year old papers, it upset me on Monday's episode when they didn't.

I'm hoping so too. Thanks.
Jul. 17th, 2003 09:26 am (UTC)

How inspiring to know that I am on everyone's mind when they think of crotches...

Jul. 17th, 2003 11:16 am (UTC)
I think of you when I think of a lot of things that inspire me. You take great photos, you can actually write (ask me sometime about failing college English composition), and you're damned funny -- in short, a lot of things I aspire to.

As it turns out, the women's health section at the base clinic decided not to look at my crotch since I wasn't complaining of pain and my pelvic ultrasound looked okay, but one of the nurses did give me a stern lecture on the vitamins. I tried not to take it personally -- after all, if I didn't take them I'd still be bleeding and would be too tired to even be pissed at the lack of healthcare they're providing.

Jul. 19th, 2003 10:11 am (UTC)
Wow, thank you for such nice comments!

I sure hope they find answers for you, too...:)

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