Reviewed – Logitech Bluetooth Keyboard for Android

When I was stateside I purchased a Logitech bluetooth keyboard for android at Best Buy because, well, blogging via swype sucks.  It just does.  Admittedly this isn’t perfect–but holy crap; it is pretty awesome.  If you are a keyboard-centric kind of person like myself; combining this keyboard with the Galaxy Note (which I also love) is gosh darned perfect.  It makes typing anything longer than a quick text message much more user friendly.  I am a fan. 

Well, shit. I’m broke.

So, for the first time in a very long time I have absolutely no money.  We are talking have no rent money for June, out of dog food, rationing my medications (…if I don’t eat, I don’t need diabetes meds #WIN?)  Since I didn’t eat breakfast this morning before my first day at the new job I was sitting and waiting and looking up bannana nut bread recipes while my stomach growled and mouth salivated.  I was feeling ever so pious and self-riteous; but then they took my ID picture.  WOW–I look hideously huge and have a solid 32 chins.  So, obviously this “poor diet” isn’t really helping me *look* better.  ~sigh~
“What am I doing now” you ask?  Sitting in the university library waiting for the HR department to send the paperwork I filled out this morning to another department which will send my “9000” number (turns out this is just an employee number–but everyone says the term 9000 with reverance so I feel weird just calling it an employee number) to the nice librarian IT lady who will take the picture she just took and slap it on an ID.  Then I will get some sort of university email.  I have an appointment at 16:00 to see my “office” which is pretty close to my house.  But, since it is still under construction I will be mostly working out of my house.  Yes, it hurts my brain too. 
However, I have to fly to another island for a week, and then end up in Florida for some job shadowing and some training,  and did I mention I don’t have any damn money?
It will work out okay…one way or another.  However, please allow me to share my morning.  I felt ever so smug that I had picked out my outfit the night before.  In the morning I put it on and did my makeup.  My eyes are extra fun and puffy because I have sort of run out of allergy meds…so, ya know, I’m extra pretty.  le sigh. 
Then, due to being almost out of dog food I had put some dog food together myself last night and cooked the following in the crock pot: bull foot (2); rice; garlic powder; water; oil.  The dogs were THRILLED with it and in the short term shouldn’ t hurt them.  BUT, unbenknownst to me the stuff splattered on the front of my ironed shirt and when did I notice?  ah yes, when arriving for the first day at my new job.  Thankfully I was wearing a tank top underneath it so I opened the shirt in a jaunty way which hopefull detracted from the grease splatter of beautiousness. 
I feels so pretty today.  😦 
However, the tax forms are filled out, my voided check attached to the payroll form, and I am sitting here in the library waiting for my (fancy) 9000 number.  I think this means they will pay me eventually, right?  I just wish I knew when…
Oh well, I shall power through. 
*kisses, hugs, etc.*

I should…

Alright, I am here in Ohio and there are so many I shoulds.  Right at this very moment there is some blissful silence.  My sister and the baby are out picking up my niece and I am listening to some quiet.  Except for some loud ass birds who are stating quite emphatically that THEY ARE BIRDS and INCREDIBLY HAPPY ABOUT IT DAMMIT.  I mean, damn.  I don’t remember Ohio birds being so damn loud. 
Holy crap, visiting the fam damily causes a maelstrom of emotion which would weary the hardiest watcher of Glee.  I know *I* am batcrap insane, but it is a whole other thing when you can physically SEE from whence the insanity began.  Whether it is my father’s penchant for the crazy women (dude, I get it…they are usually damn good in bed–but when they ban your offspring from visiting you?  damn.) or my mother’s intermittent crying jags (stop. having. emotions.) it is just exhausting.  First always comes the decision of where the hell to stay–it used to be harder because there was a grandmother and a father thrown into the mix (the grandmother went into a home (the really nice happy kind) and the dad’s wife thinks I am devil spawn) so now it just comes down to my ally (my sister’s) or my mom’s (where my second ally (stepdad) resides).  It’s usually a crapshoot and I pick the one who either needs me there more (in this case my sister who is currently raising her granddaughter) or the one who would be most offended by me not choosing the place. 
…do you see how this could be a glee episode?  do ya?  There are so many EMOTIONS and SUBPLOTS up in this bitch.  If we all sang about the emotions maybe we could put this up on Fox and actually have some money once in a while.
Ugh.  Anywhoodle.  My quiet time will soon be over and the maelstrom that is my niece, greatniece, and sister will be here.  Great good gods it is a hot mess of a situation and I wish I could be there for my sister more.  However that is precluded by distance and the fact that my great niece cries when she looks at me. 🙂  Well, I am stranger danger. 🙂  So for now I just provide giant soft teddy bears and hopefully, when she is older, a college education. 
Much love to all y’all.  Thanks to this spangly new keyboard (that actually works) I should be able to write much much more. 

Heather’s Midwest Tour v1

Dear lord, this has been the best and worst trip.  Part of me is thrilled to be here, but part of me is all squidgedy about money.  Because I have spent pretty much everything I have.  Which of course fills me with squidgedy disquieted doom.  But screw it, what is done is done.  It is just so freaking amazing to see all of the STUFF.  To be fair, as beautiful as St. Croix is, it does not have everything.  To be specific (and judge me at will) I would probably never leave the island if it had a Chipotle, a Taco Bell, an Olive Garden, a Target, and lastly, a Best Buy.  Why, you ask? So I can get a working keyboard so I can type on my phone.  As much as Swype and I get along I just can’t write paragraphs without wanting to punch someone in the face.   
I will write more tomorrow about the insanity that is my family; however tonight I am heading out with my sister to meet a boy she may be interested in.
Much love,

The creepy visitor

Dear Sweet Baby Platypus!!! The only thing creepier than seeing a giant centipede hanging out on the curtain in your doorway is going to get tools to dispose of said centipede  (snorkel and dog food bowl shut up) and then come back to find NOTHING. 
Somewhere in my room there is a 7″ wiggling creepy segmented arthropod insect BRINGER OF PAIN.  But I’m not skeeved out AT ALL.  If anyone needs me I’m the wide fucking awake chic sitting bolt upright in a well lit room wearing boots and holding a snorkel and a dog bowl (shut up) for protection.