Selenay's Ramblings

So, my day has been reorganised, I'm missing some of the rugby and my tummy has shrunk enough to barely manage half the pasta lunch I just treated myself to...

But the car is fixed and didn't cost me anything thanks to the amazing warranty I got when I bought it. That warranty is paying for itself nicely.

Now I'm sitting outside the hairdresser (having turned up half an hour early, just in case I was late again) trying to pretend that the stomach cramps are from over-eating and not from the stupid UC flare.

That's probably why I fell apart a bit this morning. My brain turns to mush from being tired.

Still, at least I have Nightwing to keep me occupied (oh, and Fantastic Four, mustn't forget that), some Doctor Who if I don't want to read and various people on Twitter keeping me insane through the worst of the day.

The large capacity (for videos) and 3G (for reassurance via Twitter and LJ) on the iPad are paying off.

So, today has started off kind of sucky and I'm hoping that this is a sign that things will get better rather than an early predictor for the rest of the week.

My car, which was only repaired a couple of months ago from a mystery ding that may be related to the neighbourhood kids play street hockey, has been dinged. Again. On the same panel. There is some cosmic hate on for that door, I think.

The good thing is that the girl who dinged it tracked me down (it was at work and she's the girl who keeps the lists for the carpark passes, phew!) so that we could do the insurance thing and work out what to do. I'm taking it to the place that repaired the last ding (well, at least they know my car...) to get an estimate tonight, to see whether it's going to be cheaper in the long-run for her to pay out of pocket than run it through the insurers. The bit that I'd really like to avoid is having my premium hiked by someone else's actions, so we'll see how this goes. I'm hoping that it won't cost much and I won't need to rent a car while it's done because that always pushes up the costs.

It's going to be another crazy busy week so this isn't exactly what I wanted to be doing. This is the only evening when I have enough of a window to actually get the estimate sorted out - the next time that I'm not going straight from work to another event is Friday.

Wow, just typing that makes me tired.

My menu plan for the week looks rather silly, what with most of the week being marked as 'eating out' and all.

I've been a little bit surprised by the fire storm on my self image post. The main reason I wrote it is to explain why, despite everyone's reassurances, the person that I see myself as doesn't match what everyone else is telling me. It will probably never match and I'm sort of OK with that. Or if not OK, then I mostly don't think about it until I need to dress up pretty and discover that I have no pretty to dress up in. The thing that is reassuring is that there are other people who know exactly what I'm talking about and why I talked about it. Also, it's reassuring that there are other people who have gone out there and taken steps to learn how to dress nicely and how to do the 'girly' things that I'm clueless about. Much advice there for me to read, digest, and hopefully make use of. Thank you :-D

In slightly more fun news, everyone needs to go and see this post on Scalzi's Whatever: Brilliant Wil Wheaton-John Scalzi fan art with competition!

That picture is just too brilliant for words. Seriously.

Is it bad that I'm trying to come up with some ideas for the competition? And may have a first sentence?

I am having another of those lovely Mondays that regular readers of this thing know to well. Drat.

( Cut for car insurance rant )

In other news, I watched the Grey's Anatomy season finale last night and it was traumatic. Woe. Why do I let shows like this do that to me? I'm kind of a the not really caring about Meredith and Derek (just get back together already and stop with the moping), but Izzy had me teary and I adore Christina/Preston to little bitty pieces. I have obviously lost my mind.

My lovely little sister came in a few minutes ago all worried because my car wouldn't start. I asked her whether she'd remembered to put her foot on the brake when turning the ignintion.

She had.

I checked that she hadn't accidentally put the car in gear before trying to start it.

She hadn't.

I put on the warm coat and boots, went out to the car and she started perfectly first time. There's a good reason she's called Sarah-Jane.

My sister asked how I did that and why didn't it work for her. I told her that I'd put my foot on the brake, turned the key and hey presto!

"Which one is the brake?"

*headdesk*

Yes, dear readers, she had been flooring the accelerator instead. Hopefully she'll return the car in one piece :-)

In other news, my father has gone to London in a vain attempt to buy my mother a Christmas present. His usual sense of organisation for Christmas strikes again! Poor man :-)

I just heard the dulcet tones of Baby's alarm, so it looks like the mechanic has arrived to pick her up and take her away for fixing tomorrow. The dead battery situation has been confusing her dreadfully and the alarm tends to re-arm itself when you try to start the engine and then the sensors set her off. Poor Baby. The mechanic is attempting to jump start her so that he can drive her away rather than adding towing costs to my bill.

I hope that I hear her engine soon :-(

Baby was even deader this morning than she was yesterday morning so I borrowed Mom's car and called my nice mechanic. He's promised to look her over, check that there aren't any electrical faults draining the battery and then replace the battery. If there is an electrical fault, I'm not entirely sure what we do.

It's bad news with a convention less than three weeks away. Quite aside from Baby's essential transport functions, extensive repair bills might make the con budget rather tighter than I'd wanted. Damnit, I want to buy a new Atlantis T-shirt!

Ah, just heard Baby's engine so the mechanic at least won't need to add towing costs to the rest of. One plus point.

But I have a cough and a headache. And Da has flu. Not good.

But I've finally written a letter to the doctor about my hip so that I can get some information from him to throw at the insurance company. Hopefully that stuff will start to move along now. So, kinda progress.