The Kindness of Strangers

Jeremy and I returned home from running errands and we noticed that our recycling had not been picked up. I guess we had the wrong week. That's right, recycling is picked up every other week which is totally crazy. We recycle way more than bi-monthly pickups allow. Anyway.

We ran over the boxes and realized that our paper recycling bins were gone. The boxes and the shred bin. Crap. All of our bills are shredded, but what if we missed something. The only reason someone would take paper recycling would be for identity theft. Crap crap crap! So we got on the phone and cancelled all our credit cards that we receive paper statements for. We will be getting new numbers for a couple of cards. And when we do get our new cards, we will be signing up for e-statements. We should have done this before, but hadn't gotten around to it.

Buh. People suck.

Woops

On Monday I called my friend in LA. I sang her a lovely birthday song on her voicemail, and I thought to myself, "Yay! I am a nice friend who called on her friend's birthday to wish her well."

(Okay, I didn't actually think that specifically, but something to that effect.)

Then today I checked my email after two days, and I received (not quoting):

Hi Liz,

Thank you for the nice birthday message. It made me smile. Since my birthday is actually tomorrow, you are officially the first to call.


Woops! Well, you win some; you lose some.

Just couldn't let that post sit

I don't have much to blog about today. I am watching a very strange show called "I want to work for Diddy." I have found out that I do not indeed want to work for Diddy.

Now my toast is ready, so...I am going to eat it.

A little gross but...

I have discovered the glories of fiber. Since I take far too many pain killers and steroids, I have a tendency not to poop on a regular basis. I talk with my friends about my backed up nature, and they recommended various high fiber cereals and fiber bars and stuff. I tried it. And it was good, but I don't like to eat cereal every morning. Sometimes I like myself some Eggo's or perhaps Cream of Wheat. So what now?

Metamucil is what. And it is GREAT! It is a little weird texture when you drink it, but I poop. I poop everyday! It is a wonderful thing.

Aaaaaahhhhhhhh. Success! If anyone has any issues like mine, then I give my full endorsement of this high fiber drink option. Yum.