Un-Farmy Thingys That Just Bite!

UN-FARMY THINGYS THAT JUST BITE!

A typical day for me is filled with the mundane. It's not necessarily a bad thing, or a boring thing. If it was so boring I wouldn't be having to squeeze in a few minutes at 3 a.m. to do a little writing before bed. Farm life is far from idle. I should know, I watch Farmer John work his hiny off all day long. Boy, I wouldn't want to be him. He has absolutely no hiny left to work off. It's weird. Whereas, I have ample behind, enough for both of us. It doesn't mean I do nothing all day, it just means that there's no jogging involved and I have an overactive cortisol secretion.
Today wasn't consumed by farmy thingys, just full of time consuming boners.

I was printing away (I'm a writer) and I noticed the pages were inconsistent, I was running out of ink. Bummer. So I had to go down to my office supply center (the basement) and find the right refill kit. I have an old dresser I keep that sort of stuff in. It's overflowing with a wide variety of cartridges for all the major makes and some rarer models. I go through the printers. They last on an average of just under year(I keep two at a time). They should tell you right up front that you'll have to replace it right after the warranty runs out but we'll go there another time. Another thing they don't tell you is that the next printer you get will require an entirely different animal and that all those cartridges you have will be discontinued. Hence, the refill kits!
I've been running frantically (not jogging) trying to get ready for my daughters family's arrival from the potato state. They're moving out for a year while hubby is in Iraq...again.
With two small boys I have much to rearrange. My house is not exactly kid proof. It's more of a flea market motif.

In my hurried state I grabbed a black ink bottle (I thought) and came up and injected that puppy full and replaced it and resumed printing. Something was wrong, very wrong. It didn't look black....totally. It wasn't producing clean black print on the crisp white page, it was more of a bruising affect. I hit 'cancel' and took another look at that bottle. I got the 'HP' right, but it said b. l. u. e. Oops. There went another cartridge. Good thing I had one more but...drat! It was empty-ish. It needed filled. Okay, so I'll get some aerobics in after all. Down the stairs I went again only this time I put my glasses on and reread the label so many times I felt I was slipping into the Adrian Monk mode.

Me: B. L. A. C. K....black. That says b..l..a..c..k.. black, not blue. Okay....HP....good. Let's see models...hmmm, there it is...good. Got the right one. YES...black-black-black...not blue. Needle....nee-dle.........needle? WHERE'S THE NEEDLE!!! Crap....

Eventually, I got it together. All of it. Happy with myself and all the paraphernalia in my arms necessary to perform the dirty deed I returned to the land of light (upstairs) and to my desk with all the neat piles of pages waiting to be completed. I popped the little rubber stopper off of a partial bottle and peppered the entire work area and all those pages.

Usually, when I do something absolutely moronic I just walk away and compose myself. Today I was pressed for time, I had multiple deadlines AND relatives coming. So I now had a bluish-black cartridge (not enough to make me pop a cork) and three stacks of work for the shredder and black ink speckled across everything else. Not something you can afford to walk away from for any reason.

I got it all cleaned up and bagged the cartridge and marked it in big huge words 'CUSTOM MIX'. I just finished fixing everything else I messed up and wouldn't you know...it's after 1 am. I'm early! The last three months have had me up till 3:30 a.m.-ish most nights. Too bad you can't lose weight by going without sleep, I'd be back in those size 5's.
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2/17/2005 1:4 AM