Now what?

Ok, so it's just turned over Monday. Woo for JHud and Helen Mirren at Oscars. I so want to vomit. I'm just not feeling good. And now I'm worried someone stole Mother's purse. Or, well, the last purse she used. A bright red purse I picked out. I thought it was on her dining chair in the apt with her red sweater. But when I was cleaning up for kitty I didn't see it. I looked about the apt. and don't see it. I guess it's possible it's at the house but brain is fighting me, screaming out only bad vibes. Can't go up to the house because of oven triage. If I had a sidearm I'd want to blow my head off to escape the annoyance of life. I'll have cereal instead. :(

Freaking HELL!

Well, I was finally forced to "convert" to the new Blogger. I had to create a new Google account. Evidently they aren't smart enough to just grandfather their Blogger accounts automatically to Google ones. I tried to post and the browser locked up. So we'll see if this works. (It didn't, Safari locked up again when I was ready to post.) Oh, and maybe the stupid blogging widget won't be such crap and will work. Sure. Right.

An hour ago I remembered I had unused cookie dough in the fridge that I was going to bake up fo rmy brithday and wondered if it was past use by date. One is. Do I care? Not really. I turned the oven on to pre-heat. The range and oven here are natural gas-powered, not electric as I'd alway sused. While I was putting the dough on the baking paper, I saw what I thought was puffs of smoke from the oven. Suddenly I have THREE smoke alarms screaming at me. Jeebus. Needless to say, the cat was not imperssed and hid under the covers while I resolved the issue. I opened the doors, a window and put on the ceiling fans while turning off the oven. Look, seriously, rent is just under 2K per month. That's almost like real money. Since I moved in I've battled a toilet, had the apartment exterior painted twice, been drowned by a kitchen sprayer that doesn't always turn off, had to replace two of three smoke alrm batteries, a thermostat battery, had a garage door latch stick... avoided a garage break-in... now discover the oven is evil. UGH. I haven't used the dish washer. I don't dare! All this I'm still not all moved in with stuff from the house that Brother's sending over! *smacks head on edge of desk*

Update

Well, it was coming. One fish has passed on. The red one, the beta Mother picked out, was on the bottom of its tank when I was at the house today. It was sad but not surprising. It seemed to have been partially paralyzed for more than a month.

The blue one got a cleaned tank. It's still going. I will probably bring it to the apt since brother is not interested in it.

Peanut Butter Recall: Salmonella Alert

Some jars of "Peter Pan Peanut Butter" (and some Great Value brand) with product codes starting 2111 have been known to cause illness from salmonella. All jars starting with that code are under recall. Here's what maker ConAgra says:

"If consumers have this product, they should discard it, but save the product lid. For a full refund, consumers must return the Peter Pan Peanut Butter or Great Value Peanut Butter product lid along with their name and mailing address to ConAgra Foods, P.O. Box 3768, Omaha, NE 68103." Recall info.

I have two jars with this code. One I've already been using. Yay me.

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