7 Quick Takes Friday (vol. 10)
Both my husband and a friend pointed out last week that the title 7 Quick Takes Friday is a bit clunky. When I asked for suggestions about how to smooth it out, they both suggested dropping the 7 and calling it Quick Takes Friday, letting people choose their own number of takes to list. In both conversations I believe my reaction was to throw my head back in maniacal laughter.
To my husband and my friend (and probably most of you normal people), it would be an immediate, inconsequential decision as to how many little blurbs to write up for a Quick Takes post. That’s not how some of us roll.
There are actually people like me out there who would find this to be a paralyzing decision every single week. If the number were optional, YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW how much mental energy I would pour into analyzing how many takes I should post. If for nobody else than me, the 7 must stay.
I already said this on my links blog, but I am loving going back through Barbara Curtis’ series about her 90+ pound weight loss (she went from a size 22w to a size 10 and has kept it off!) Especially as I re-think the impact that food has on my physical and spiritual life, I find her thoughts on the subject to be a breath (or, more accurately, a gale-force wind) of fresh air. Some of my favorite posts in her series: Diet Update; More Diet Discussion; and When Your Spouse is Overweight. (Also, keep the Curtis family in your prayers for the difficulty they’ve been dealing with, which Barbara talked about recently here.)
There aren’t words to describe how much I hate getting shots. I’ve made peace with giving myself shots every night — in the stomach while pregnant, no less — but for some reason someone else giving me a shot is beyond terrifying to me.
So yesterday my OB/GYN did some mind control thing that made me say yes to getting a flu shot. I requested his most experienced nurse to administer it (in front of the student nurse who normally does it — sorry, I’m crazy!) and broke out into a cold sweat when she brought it in. She came over with the needle, pinched the skin on my arm a couple times to get it ready, then, just as I was all psyched up for the pain…she didn’t do it. She walked away to check some paperwork first.
I asked her what was wrong. She said she was done. Done?! She already did it. I am not exaggerating when I say I felt nothing — and this was an intramuscular shot.
She needs to open up her own shot-giving business. I’m not kidding. She could bilk people like me for so much money! I would easily pay $50 to get a shot from someone who could do it that well (not that I have an extra $50 lying around, but believe you me, I WOULD FIND IT). If there are any nurses out there with similar skills: this is your ticket to riches.
My husband and I moved all our personal sites to a new, cheaper hosting service this weekend. By “my husband and I” I mean he watched the kids while I sat at my desk for six hours straight. It was quite a dance to get all the email and databases set up for our 21 personal domains before switching all the DNS over (and the domains are registered at different places, which made it even more fun).
It reminded me why I did so well in my career days despite my notorious laziness: if there is one thing I do well, it is sitting in front of a computer and focusing on a project for hours on end with no interruption (and listening to rap, although I doubt that contributed either way to my success).
When I worked as a developer I would occasionally work for like 16 hours straight on programming projects, taking only brief breaks to grab a vending machine snack or go to the bathroom. I actually enjoyed it. A lot.
A lot of people just thought, “21 domain names?!”
Yeah. My husband and I have this thing where every time we have an idea we register a domain name and put up a website about it. Some of them are business-related, some we just use for email, one is for my mom’s side of the family to use for email accounts and group lists, but a lot of them are little personal projects like Suburban CEO.
Everyone is talking about Facebook. Everyone. It seemed like fully half of the participants in last week’s Quick Takes Friday mentioned it in some way or another, then when I brought it up on Twitter I got 5X the replies I normally get to a tweet. Is everyone on Facebook these days? Am I missing out on something because I don’t have a Facebook account?
Oddly, the pitch that seems to reel everyone else in is exactly what makes me run screaming: “People you knew 10 years ago can contact you and y’all can get back in touch!” Uhh, no thanks. I harbor no ill will toward my old group of friends, but there is a reason we’re not in touch anymore. (Although I hear that prisons block Facebook, so maybe I have nothing to worry about.)
I accidentally hit a deer with my car on Monday night. It was upsetting and traumatic and caused a fair amount of damage to the car, but at least the deer was killed instantly and didn’t suffer.
My husband called his buddy down in Houston who is our car insurance agent to tell him about the damage, and the guy’s first question was, “Is it still fresh?” My husband asked what he meant. “In most parts of Texas,” his friend explained, “You can call someone to come pick up the deer off the road and they’ll clean it and give the venison to local food banks!”
Only in Texas.
Below is a Mr. Linky list if you’d like to add a link to your own 7 Quick Takes post. (1) Make sure the link you submit is to the URL of your post and not your main blog URL. (2) Include a link back here.
Can’t wait to read your quick takes!
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