Day: September 3, 2018

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And Not A Tie In Sight

Sometimes you witness something so wrong that it reminds you how important your loved ones are. We were watching a re-run of LIVE PD last night when we saw this woman in her I-meant-to-wear-this shirt. Did she think her necklace would hide her more-than-cleavage? She could have saved our eyes from seeing this if she had been wearing a wide tie from the 70’s, or even a cravat. After witnessing this tackiness, I immediately went up to The Tie Room and hugged each of my Ties/Bow Ties o’ All the Days. It took hours for me to acknowledge each of them personally, but I love them bigly. I thanked each of them for their hard work and patience. My ties would NEVER allow me to venture into the world with my breasticles hangin’ out for all the cops and television viewers to see. There is a limit to flashy fashion choices. Even for me. 🙀

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Jolly Again

I wore this shirt sarcastically a few days ago, when I wasn’t grumpy. Today, I was grumpy, so I wore it sorta seriously. Note that I typed WAS grumpy. I allowed the computer/website/ Facebook issues to let me commit small tirades for a day. (I’m letting the SWWTRN silent text alert just be what it is.) Enough is enough. The glitches have now been figured out. Not fixed yet, but figured out.

Before I explain what we found out about our technology  problem, I have to say this about being grumpy: It’s almost impossible to be grumpy when you’re concentrating on others– especially when you’re helping others. Tie o’ the Day reminds me that I think grumpiness results when we think we– and the difficulties we’re going through– are the center of all universes. Believe me, it is not all about you. Or me. It’s good to vent, but it’s not good to wallow. Wallowing creates stagnation, and stagnation creates rot. When you’re ticked off or frustrated, feel your feelings for a while, then go assist somebody with something they need. You’ll cheer up. And you’ll be a better person.

Regarding the photo non-upload issue, Suzanne worked mightily. Suzanne worked for hours. Suzanne fixed many things. Suzanne ran virus protection. Suzanne got rid of a billion spam-y emails I never opened. Suzanne won.

What Suzanne did not do is fix the issue I was having. But she couldn’t, because the issue was our WiFi. At some point during Suzanne’s troubleshooting of the problem, I– and my explosions of grump– decided it would be a good idea to get out of the house. Nothing else was fixing the problem, I decided to indulge my new theory that the problem might have something to do with our prehistoric WiFi. I wish we’d thought of it sooner.

Anyhoo… I tested the theory by putting on my Grumpy shirt and heading down the road to Starbucks, where I could try to accomplish my www goals on their WiFi. Voila! Everything worked niftily. We’ll be upgrading our internet service ASAP. Simple as that. (Famous last words, eh?)

I felt like I should at least buy a cup o’ coffee at Starbucks, since I was using their WiFi. It just seemed polite. But I don’t drink coffee. And when I drove back home, I realized I would have to change clothes because I reeked of coffee, and the smell would stick to me the entire day. I was okay in Starbucks, but…   It’s not because I hate the smell of coffee. Actually, the smell of coffee reminds me of Dad. But sometimes I just can’t handle thinking of that sweet man for longer than a few minutes. 🤗 💜

 

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And Pretend This Is A Title

 

There’s nothing to look at here.

Tie o’ the Day and I have discovered we’re magic. We can post a picture on our website, and it will post everywhere in the universe– except on the website and Facebook. I can no longer put photos into my site’s media library. Suzanne and I spent a big hunk o’ yesterday troubleshooting my technology speed bumps– which means Suzanne tried to find the problem and fix it, while I wept, wailed, railed, and carried around a few balloons for the pity party I was having.

[I cannot sufficiently convey to you how big a deal TIE O’ THE DAY is to me. It’s medicine to my far-too-dark brain. The idea of creating it gets me and my bipolar brain out of bed some days. It’s an hour of holiday from the routine– twice a day. I need this website kink remedied ASAP.]

I am a patient person–except when it comes to stuff that “breaks” when nobody did anything to it. I changed no settings on the website. The site was not hacked. I didn’t touch any buttons that I don’t normally touch. And Suzanne will tell you that I am such a technotard that I make sure I touch as few buttons as I absolutely have to. I did nothing different from usual, and now my beloved www.tie-o-the-day.com will not let me upload photos, for some still undiagnosed reason.

This website snafu comes on the heels of last week’s, Silent Text Alert Issue. I kept not-hearing text alerts from my Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless. I thought my hearing aid might have been on the fritz, but I could hear every noise in the house. Heck, I could hear Skitter’s back tooth decaying.

Seriously, I can hear every rinky-dink alert and sound on my phone– except text alerts from my SWWTRN. I can hear the flippin’ iPhone breathe! But I can’t hear the text alert I assigned to my SWWTRN. And believe me, I chose her personal alert to be overly loud and annoyingly obnoxious, so I’ll never miss a single one of her texts. I have tried to fix it, but according to the phone itself, everything is working a-ok. And get this– I chose the same alert sound to announce her phone calls, and I hear it loud and oh-so clear when she calls. (Yes, I’ve tried other sounds. No text alert sound attached to her contact can be heard.)

When I couldn’t fix my text alert issue, I threw my signature ticked-off party, my woe-is-me party. Sometimes I even throw my I’m-stoopid-cuz-I-can’t-figure-this-out party. Believe me, I can throw ill-tempered parties. And frankly, my parties generally happen because of technology– whether I understand the technology or not. Inevitably, Suzanne rides in on the Horse o’ Level-headedness and conquers The Beast o’ Techno Glitches. Suzanne always wins.

But she hasn’t finished off these two problems yet, as of this morning. Since neither the website nor the phone text malfunctions are completely solved, guess what Suzanne will be doing for Labor Day? And you know dang well I’ll be partying. I’ll be enjoying my pity party like it’s 1999. Along with the balloons, I’ll bring some cheese to go along with the barrels o’ whine I bring to my party. Feel free to stop by for the shindig.