After over five years and countless numbers of vacuums I finally succumbed to the Dyson . I just blew $450 at Target for the new dog/cat/people hair sucker, paper towels, dorritos and cheetos. Let me tell you that I had every intention of getting myself the Roomba 530. I got the last one and put it in my cart and continued down the aisle. Then I saw the mini compact fantastic Dyson Ball DC24. Then I thought, hmmm.... this is really cute and can fit nicely in my closet. Then my brain switched back to the Roomba - it will have to stay plugged in and will be waiting to clean and that will suck the electricity all the time. Then my brain continued - the Roomba will make countless passes along the floor, skipping and repeating sections. That could take hours. You can swoop through a room in five to ten minutes with the regular push 'em vacuums.
Now I might be having a heart attack because this damn thing sucks away several days of my salary but at the same time I am so happy to know that I can finally have a floor that makes me smile. Eric and I have had several $100 vacuums just take a shit after a year of use. Hopefully this one will last for a while.
On to a random thought - my baby is not going to play Grand Theft Auto until his is a teenager. Well, sixteen. Ha! I don't plan on being a mother that has no idea what the damn kid is doing and let my tell you I just played a bit of the new GTA and it is seriously fucked up. Fun as shit but fucked up.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Just for the record...
I am completely petrified about giving birth. And in addition, I am freaked out about having postpartum depression. In happier news, it was nice to have a weekend off and even nicer to be able to bbq with a few good close friends.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Yesterday's Bank Robbery
The poor man who robbed the bank yesterday only got away with $2,000. The Pok Journal has photos of the day and explains everything! You would have had better luck with the lottery and wouldn't be in jail now...
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Life and bombs
So thanks to my mother, I was able to DVR The Human Footprint on the National Geographic channel. Now some of the stuff was enlightening but most was just silly in my eyes. A trillon pints of milk? I drink from gallons and recycle them. I recycle most of the stuff I use... the diaper stuff was shocking but I have already bought gDiapers - which are way too cute by the way! And, I don't use hair gel so I won't be throwing that out... I guess the stats they used are just the averages for the typical US human. I guess I am happy to say I don't want to be typical.
Now on to more interesting things. Mr. Thompson was scheduled to perform tonight at the Bardavon but his gig was postponed because he was bite by a scorpion while on vacation in Mexico. So KP is staying late to let the few stragglers know that he won't be performing tonight, but rather will be rocking out on October 23rd. I guess its a good thing that the show is rescheduled because there is a bank robbing / bombing happening in the building next door. I can see all the cops and they just brought in police dogs.
Now on to more interesting things. Mr. Thompson was scheduled to perform tonight at the Bardavon but his gig was postponed because he was bite by a scorpion while on vacation in Mexico. So KP is staying late to let the few stragglers know that he won't be performing tonight, but rather will be rocking out on October 23rd. I guess its a good thing that the show is rescheduled because there is a bank robbing / bombing happening in the building next door. I can see all the cops and they just brought in police dogs.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Tuesday Should Have Been Jinxday
Wow. What a freaking week and its only Thursday. I cannot even explain what the freakiness was all about Tuesday. Everything seemed fine and dandy on the way to work. Hell, I even got good news that Katie was going to come in to help with the load of shit that was piled on this week. I say hello to everyone that has already been there for a bit because there is a show at 10am. I sit down at my desk and try to turn on my computer. There is a horrible circle of hell that brings me through safe mode, yada yada mode, and NOTHING WORKS. Its just the same hell-ish cycle. Okay... I can use KP's computer but she sort of needs it too. I try to print my time sheet but the printer doesn't seem to answer anymore... Busted thing number two?
Okay... so I let reported my fun computer deal to the appropriate parties. I figure I could get a jump start on the 180 item mailing that needed to go out thaat day. I test two copies to see if I really know how to make the copier sort. Perfect... good to go and make the other 178. I fiddle around upstairs waiting for my copies. I finally grab them and they are BLANK.
I go to the bank to get change and return to the box office to tell everyone of the great blank news. No worries, Katie will take care of it when she gets in. Alright. I sit at KP's computer to open the box and her phone only works half the time and the first call I get is an asshole that wants to give the least and get the most. Then I jam the ticket printer. Yep, that was the second printer that told me to fuck off.
Now I have to move to the last dummy ticketmaster only terminal. I have to answer the phone at my desk because sometimes KP's phone cuts out. I am in complete freak out mode as of now. KP finished letting in the first show and comes to my rescue. She fixes the ticket printer so I can move back to her desk. Blah Blah some crazy calls and customers continue for the afternoon. There is another show and Katie arrives to make the copies and stuff the envelopes.
And we still haven't done anything about the Richard Thompson show because we still don't have any answers. We are able to take care of the 150+ Richard Thompson letters yesterday by some insane miracle, could have been Maria. Anyway... back to Tuesday's hellish events. Okay so five o'clock finally hits and Katie walks out with me. I call my mother who is hanging out with my puppy and kittens. She tells me to stop at the store if I need to she is in no hurry to leave my house (it rocks!).
I wasn't going to stop but I figured we could always use another half gallon of milk. I sort of want some strawberries and as a pregnant lady that sort of could turn into a real NEED. And I have to pee anyway. I get milk, strawberries, kitten food, and frozen pizzas for Eric this weekend. I get to the car and run my toe over with the mini-cart. OUCH. I get into my car and turn the key. NOTHING. nothing. NOTHING!!! What the hell. Its been a really long fucking day and I can't get my car to start.
I call my mom and ask her to get me. I call Eric, who is in Washingtonville, and beg for something. I call Mary to waste time while I wait for my mom. I call Julie, she is at work. I call Kathy & Katie to tell them of my continued fucked up day. I call Jesi to see how she is because its been a fucking year since I have talked to her. I sit in my car doing nothing but knowing my milk is not in the fridge and its finally 65 degrees outside.
I get home and start bringing in the laundry before the dew hits it. Eric walks in the front door and I cry. I have tried to not be the crazy crying prego but what the fuck!? This was the day from hell. Three minutes later George arrives. George and Eric head out to Hannaford where my car sits. After peeing again and changing my shoes I follow in Eric's truck. The boys try to jump my car. Nothing. (I had power, I could have listened to the radio, I rolled the windows down and up.) George then grabs a hammer and crawls under the car. After a whack or two Eric starts the car with no problem. FINALLY, a good thing - sort of. The jeep started but it might not start next time. I need a new starter and thank George, he will be putting in a new one for me today.
Tuesday continues: So after much drama, my mother drops me off at my grandparents house around 8:30pm to obtain a car for Wednesday. This 6.5 month prego doesn't want to risk taking the jeep again. I tell my grandparents about the day I have had and my grandpa insists I take his car because it will be easier for me to get in and out of. I get back home close to 9pm and start to make dinner. FOOD.
While cooking I text Katie & KP to let them know I have a car. KP calls the house and Eric starts yelling. He was just about to hop in the shower and realized that there was a floating mini kitty turd. The perfect end to the perfect day. My husband - buck naked - yelling for help to get the mini kitty turd floating around in his hot shower.
Okay... so I let reported my fun computer deal to the appropriate parties. I figure I could get a jump start on the 180 item mailing that needed to go out thaat day. I test two copies to see if I really know how to make the copier sort. Perfect... good to go and make the other 178. I fiddle around upstairs waiting for my copies. I finally grab them and they are BLANK.
I go to the bank to get change and return to the box office to tell everyone of the great blank news. No worries, Katie will take care of it when she gets in. Alright. I sit at KP's computer to open the box and her phone only works half the time and the first call I get is an asshole that wants to give the least and get the most. Then I jam the ticket printer. Yep, that was the second printer that told me to fuck off.
Now I have to move to the last dummy ticketmaster only terminal. I have to answer the phone at my desk because sometimes KP's phone cuts out. I am in complete freak out mode as of now. KP finished letting in the first show and comes to my rescue. She fixes the ticket printer so I can move back to her desk. Blah Blah some crazy calls and customers continue for the afternoon. There is another show and Katie arrives to make the copies and stuff the envelopes.
And we still haven't done anything about the Richard Thompson show because we still don't have any answers. We are able to take care of the 150+ Richard Thompson letters yesterday by some insane miracle, could have been Maria. Anyway... back to Tuesday's hellish events. Okay so five o'clock finally hits and Katie walks out with me. I call my mother who is hanging out with my puppy and kittens. She tells me to stop at the store if I need to she is in no hurry to leave my house (it rocks!).
I wasn't going to stop but I figured we could always use another half gallon of milk. I sort of want some strawberries and as a pregnant lady that sort of could turn into a real NEED. And I have to pee anyway. I get milk, strawberries, kitten food, and frozen pizzas for Eric this weekend. I get to the car and run my toe over with the mini-cart. OUCH. I get into my car and turn the key. NOTHING. nothing. NOTHING!!! What the hell. Its been a really long fucking day and I can't get my car to start.
I call my mom and ask her to get me. I call Eric, who is in Washingtonville, and beg for something. I call Mary to waste time while I wait for my mom. I call Julie, she is at work. I call Kathy & Katie to tell them of my continued fucked up day. I call Jesi to see how she is because its been a fucking year since I have talked to her. I sit in my car doing nothing but knowing my milk is not in the fridge and its finally 65 degrees outside.
I get home and start bringing in the laundry before the dew hits it. Eric walks in the front door and I cry. I have tried to not be the crazy crying prego but what the fuck!? This was the day from hell. Three minutes later George arrives. George and Eric head out to Hannaford where my car sits. After peeing again and changing my shoes I follow in Eric's truck. The boys try to jump my car. Nothing. (I had power, I could have listened to the radio, I rolled the windows down and up.) George then grabs a hammer and crawls under the car. After a whack or two Eric starts the car with no problem. FINALLY, a good thing - sort of. The jeep started but it might not start next time. I need a new starter and thank George, he will be putting in a new one for me today.
Tuesday continues: So after much drama, my mother drops me off at my grandparents house around 8:30pm to obtain a car for Wednesday. This 6.5 month prego doesn't want to risk taking the jeep again. I tell my grandparents about the day I have had and my grandpa insists I take his car because it will be easier for me to get in and out of. I get back home close to 9pm and start to make dinner. FOOD.
While cooking I text Katie & KP to let them know I have a car. KP calls the house and Eric starts yelling. He was just about to hop in the shower and realized that there was a floating mini kitty turd. The perfect end to the perfect day. My husband - buck naked - yelling for help to get the mini kitty turd floating around in his hot shower.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Green or not be be Green?
What is with all the books you can purchase about raising a "green" baby? Okay, I realize that everyone needs to make a buck. And I also realize that I have not put forth an extensive amount of time searching for information on this topic. But seriously, why would I buy a book made of paper about being "green"? In my eyes, its sort of like the whole jumbo shrimp thing. Maybe I will turn baby Borman's blog into a resource for raising a emerald baby. I have already purchased two starter kits of gDiapers. I also picked up an omop and really love it. Its sort of like a swiffer, but has a really neat washable pad on the bottom and the cleaner is easy to use... just squirt and mop! No more buckets of dirty water. No more getting on my hands and knees and using paper towels and spray. No more clorox wipes on the floor for the dog and my bare feet to walk all over.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Tag. I am it!
I've been tagged by Stephanie.
1. Link back to the person who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. Share six unimportant things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER ONE ABOUT ADDIE: I really, really need some new work shoes. Like, desperately. I'm kind of embarrassed to show up to work in the shoes I wear every day. (Actually, I don't show up to work in them because I keep them in my desk drawer like most other office-dwelling women I know, but you get my point.) But I'm procrastinating buying a new pair because it just seems like so much money to plunk down about $100 (to get a comfy yet stylish pair) on ONE thing... even though I wear them 5 out of 7 days of the week. (<--- that was all Stephanie and I will add to it.) AND I am pregnant and already have the exact pair I love right now but they are too new and tight and I can't wear them and have no desire to go searching for a pair of pregnant shoes.
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER TWO ABOUT ADDIE: I hate sleeping with a top sheet on the bed. Duvet/comforter only for me. Sheets are EVIL. You will not be able to convince me otherwise. <---- All Stephanie... its getting weird. Top sheets bunch up and fall off and are a pain in the ass. Unless its summer, in that case all I use is a top sheet.
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER THREE ABOUT ADDIE: I would love to go to grad school but will not right now because I still have to pay off school loans. In addition to the lack of funds, I have no idea what the hell I would study! My college degree was obtained for me - not for a career... I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER FOUR ABOUT ADDIE: I love to crochet and to knit but haven't really done much of that lately... maybe because I was really tired for the first 3 or 4 months of my pregnancy and I just haven't gotten around to it again.
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER FIVE ABOUT ADDIE: I have a problem with books. I start twelve of them at once and rarely finish all of them in any sort of timely manner.
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER SIX ABOUT ADDIE: I brew my own beer and I fucking love it.
1. KP of Kathleenpetrillo.com
2. Colleen of Furboa Jerboa
3. Mary of Mycrack/mary
4. Julie of crack
5. Jesi of Doll Face Punk.
6. Katie of No Good Ba
1. Link back to the person who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. Share six unimportant things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER ONE ABOUT ADDIE: I really, really need some new work shoes. Like, desperately. I'm kind of embarrassed to show up to work in the shoes I wear every day. (Actually, I don't show up to work in them because I keep them in my desk drawer like most other office-dwelling women I know, but you get my point.) But I'm procrastinating buying a new pair because it just seems like so much money to plunk down about $100 (to get a comfy yet stylish pair) on ONE thing... even though I wear them 5 out of 7 days of the week. (<--- that was all Stephanie and I will add to it.) AND I am pregnant and already have the exact pair I love right now but they are too new and tight and I can't wear them and have no desire to go searching for a pair of pregnant shoes.
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER TWO ABOUT ADDIE: I hate sleeping with a top sheet on the bed. Duvet/comforter only for me. Sheets are EVIL. You will not be able to convince me otherwise. <---- All Stephanie... its getting weird. Top sheets bunch up and fall off and are a pain in the ass. Unless its summer, in that case all I use is a top sheet.
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER THREE ABOUT ADDIE: I would love to go to grad school but will not right now because I still have to pay off school loans. In addition to the lack of funds, I have no idea what the hell I would study! My college degree was obtained for me - not for a career... I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER FOUR ABOUT ADDIE: I love to crochet and to knit but haven't really done much of that lately... maybe because I was really tired for the first 3 or 4 months of my pregnancy and I just haven't gotten around to it again.
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER FIVE ABOUT ADDIE: I have a problem with books. I start twelve of them at once and rarely finish all of them in any sort of timely manner.
UNIMPORTANT THING NUMBER SIX ABOUT ADDIE: I brew my own beer and I fucking love it.
1. KP of Kathleenpetrillo.com
2. Colleen of Furboa Jerboa
3. Mary of Mycrack/mary
4. Julie of crack
5. Jesi of Doll Face Punk.
6. Katie of No Good Ba
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