Now it suddenly looks like the laptop is to be allowed in to my website. WHY, i have noooo idea!
Whatever, other FaM sites are apparently dead. Sick and tired of this computer stuff!
Hallelujah!!!! We’re IN
So: the big desktop computer lets me in to Funny about Money! The laptop: not so much. Why? I have NO idea. Not much to say: this is more of a test post than anything else, just to see if the site will go online at all.
And so, a-w-a-a-y!
A-a-n-d…just to make things perfect…
Now Facebook has changed its settings in some weird way so that I can’t get into my page there, or if I can, it won’t let me post anything there.
SCREW YOU, FACEBOOK!
Seriously: that’s the end of my Facebook presence…and…I hafta say, I am so out of patience with this kinda BS and with sites changing up the way you work them every time you damn turn around that I reckon I’m just done with social media. F***ém all!!!
Seriously: I’ll keep Funny about Money until the website crashes (as it inevitably will, dontcha know), and then that is IT for my online presence.
Gotta find some other way to amuse myself.
Maybe take up amateur astronomy again as a hobby.
Yeah: I still have my old telescope. If the lenses haven’t sagged (they should’ve, by now), I could break that out and go back to spending the evenings ogling the heavens.
That’s how I used to amuse myself in junior high and high school. Yeah: can you imagine: a girl kid who thinks she wants to become an astronomer??
Well, be assured that in the late 1950s and early 1960s, the profession of astronomy wanted NOTHING TO DO a girl wannabe. Not…A…Chance!
So I could play with my telescope in the backyard but…no…I couldn’t take courses in the hard sciences…no, I could not sit anywhere but in the back row in trigonometry class…no…I could not sign up for a course in physics…no…no…no…NO.
Ahhhh, the good ole days!
NEVER Stops…
cripes. Come along about noon…I just get my spavined body settled onto the bed with the heating pad cooking the sprained groin muscles, and…
!!!!!BING BONGGGGG!!!!!
God DAMN it.
Drag out of the sack, limp through the house…limp through the house…limp through the house: Gerardo and his boys at the door: all set to rake and blower and trim and blower and rake and, forGODsake fix the goddamn busted plumbing in the front yard and….
…and who the hell knows how much that’s gonna cost.
All I wanna do is try to cook the pain out of my leg. Guess that ain’t gonna happen today!
God only can imagine how much he’s gonna gouge me for today’s antics. My guess is around a couple hundred bucks. DAYUM!
Can’t complain, because it’s work that…
a) I don’t really know how to do; and
b) I absolutely positively don’t WANT to do.
But…hafta say, today I’d ever so much druther NOT have anyone do it. DAYUM! Let me lay on the sack under the damn heating pad and freakin’ leave me alone!
My gawd, this stupid thing hurts. Why escapes me. I must have twisted the joint and then laid on it crooked during the night, while I was sleeping.
Wouldn’cha think that would wake you up? If it did, I sure don’t remember. All I know is, I came to this morning with my hip hurting so bad I can barely waddle around the house. And now it hurts and hurts and hurts and HURTS.
*****
GEEEZ! Talk about hurts! Gerardo the Wonder Yard Dude just charged me some staggering around of money to repair the irrigation system. Just what I wanted to do: spend the afternoon bankrupting myself.
And now I’ll get a blast of RAGE from my son, who will be totally NOT happy when he sees how much I paid for this project.
Daaayyy–yuuummm!
MAKE IT STOP, LORD!
{Cosmic laughter echoes out of the heavens…}
Securing the Security…
Lookit this hair-raising tale!
This charming incident happened just down the road, in Tucson. Holeee shee-ut!
The victim is a famous person — or near famous, connected with the Today show. But y’know…it could be any of us. You or me or…who knows?
It’s a good reason to be sure you secure your exterior doors. And I do mean seriously secure them. Make it damn hard for anyone to push their way inside when you go to answer the doorbell.
One way to do this is to install heavy-duty security screens with similarly heavy-duty deadbolts. This is what I’ve done at the Funny Farm. Mine are of this ilk, easy to get at Home Depot and to hire someone who knows what he’s doing to install them.
There’s a lot of choice out there, though. Look around for one that suits your taste, if you have nothing better to do. For me, the trick was to find something simple and clean-looking, reasonably priced to install, and as close to impregnable as possible.
Perps, I figure, don’t want to spend a lot of energy and effort on breaking in; so, when they see something like this, they’ll move on to the next house.
Annoying as Hell, in my not-so-humble opinion, to have to fortify your doors like they belonged at Fort Knox. But…better that than letting some jerk break his way in.
One of this thing’s benefits, too, is that on a nice day it lets me leave the front door open (with the security screen closed and locked, of course). Fresh air flows in: perps stay out.
I have one on every exterior door to the house, plus one on the side door to the garage. Nothing, of course, is absolutely perfect…but these things do go a long way to make you feel safer and more secure, here in the Big and Ugly City.
Kaput?????
Well: we’ll see if Funny is kaput in the land of the flying computers… AUGH. It looks like my desktop is offline altogether, and the laptop is sorta offline…maybe kaput, maybe not kaput.
😮
To perfect that predicament, somehow I spavined a hip joint and now can BARELY limp up the hallway.
Hmmm… does that mean My hip is offline, too??? 😀
Whatever it means, it sure as hell hurts!
Okay…
….TESTING….