Oh Lawdy, do I have problems!!

J and I are sitting in the dining room and he is fixing himself a drink. He looks at the different bottles of booze on the bar and says, "I need to develop more of a taste for tequila. It seems I do most of the drinking." To which I reply:

"I'm not really much of a drinker. That's the problem." And then we both started laughing.

I guess if not being a drinker is my biggest problem, things are alright in my world.

You're still a ding-dong!*

*I love those Alltell Chad commercials!

Why, oh why, does Murphy's Law love us so much? We finally decided to bit the bullet (Sookie, my little bullet-sucker...oops, True Blood reference, sorry) and buy a new TV, and last night the washing machine died in the middle of the rinse cycle. So there I was, wringing out clothes by hand to put them into the dryer. And of course, this morning would be the one where Molly woke up and had an epic poo that crawled out of her diaper and onto the bedclothes. Bah!

I have to admit I am kind of excited about the TV though. Apparently it's not as thick (?) as the one we have, meaning it won't take up as much space, and I'm always happy about household items that don't take up much space. We're going to give the one we have to Ian. His TV is pretty fuzzy and the sound doesn't work. Poor thing has to play Guitar Hero by sight! (I know, it's a tough life.) I feel conflicted about giving him the big TV, as it feels kind of extravagant, BUT, he will be moving out in a couple of years and this will be a good TV for him when he goes. And it does seem silly to get rid of his and buy him a new, smaller one.

Oh, and I must welcome the newest member of the True Blood following...(drum roll please).....ChiaPop!!! Welcome, welcome!!! Does this mean we'll be seeing you Sunday night? There's only this Sunday and next, then the season is over :(

Sleepless is as Sleepless does

So. Sleepy........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Jerrod worked last night, and since we've been pretty low on groceries, and ran out of diapers, I had to go to Hellmart. I fed the kids, bathed the girls, put Molly to bed, and headed out around 8:00 to shop. Got back around 9:40, unloaded the car, and J got home at 10:00. Was just finishing up basic stuff, getting ready for work, etc., when I heard Molly start crying....and cough/barking. Shit.

One Albuterol treatment with no improvement later, we're in the ER. Until 1:00 am. She got some steroids and something different in the nebulizer, did much better, and we were on our way. She's better, but I'm sooooo tired!!! She got another treatment before we left the house this morning, and she's not wheezing, but still barking a bit. Hopefully that will clear up soon or I will be headed home shortly. Since I am the only person from my group in the office today I'm hoping to stay here. However, the Lawd may have other plans.

Oh, and the Asshole Monologues were cancelled, so we're waiting to hear when they are rescheduled. Kind of a bummer, but I think I'd be too tired to enjoy it tonight anyway.

Cathole Monologues

Cute Molly Moment: Driving in this morning, this song came on the ipod. Ian wanted to listen, BB didn't. So we listened, and it ended right as we pulled up in front of Mom's house. During the song, I thought I caught bits of Molly-Moo singing (you know, the "la-la, la-la, la-la part). Well when the song ended and the next song came on, she started crying "No! No!", so I skipped to the next song, "No! No!". We tried this a few more times with the same results, so I skipped back to the Gorillaz and said, "How about this one?" "Yes," she said, and sang along.

It looks like we are planning a trip to the Renaissance Festival on Sunday. Judging from the accounts of the Houston trip, it sounds like it will be a lot of fun.

AND, Thursday night we are going with KenEllie to see Chris Rose perform The Asshole Monologues. Kind of a spoof on the Vagina Monologues, I guess. I had heard that it was pretty funny, so I'm looking forward to 1-2 hours of asshole humor.

Lastly, the kitties are growing day by day. They seem to prefer Bridget, but they crawl all over anyone who's sitting on the couch. And they've picked up the subtle art of sticking their butts in your face. Yay.

Okay, more like a middle-aged housewife than a porn star.

So. I went to Sears Friday night. I called at 6:15 to see if the manager was in; he was. I got to Sears at 6:30...locked up tight as a drum and dark as night. The hours say 8am to 7pm. Hmmm...not off to a good start. I wake up Saturday morning and get to Sears by 8:00, there's already a line of about 7 cars. I park on the side and walk up to the register and wait, and wait, and wait, getting angrier with each passing minute. I finally talk to Jamal and....he listens to me. He gets into the car and we go for a ride, and he listens to the car. He doesn't think it's the brakes, but he gets his guy to take it for a spin and they talk about it. Then they take my car to the back, and take it apart. He shows me the brakes and rotor are fine (like I have any idea what to look for) He does a whole front end inspection, makes sure fluids and grease and stuff are okay, tightens a few loose nuts and bolts, and repacks some balls of some sort. Then they take another ride. He tells me the noise is gone and all is good, possibly the loose bolts were causing something to rub. This took up almost two hours. No charge for any of the work. Then he realizes he got grease on my floormat, and sends me down the street to a "detail service" to clean it and pays for it.

I have to say, I'm pretty happy. He was courteous and professional. I still think the previous trouble I had with the breaks prevents me from stating that I had a wonderful experience with Sears, but I will say I am satisfied with yesterday's service. Thank you baby Jesus!

Sears Sucks Like A Porn Star*

*I know I used that title for Home Depot once before, but if the shoe fits...

I hate confrontation. Anyone who knows me knows this. Now I have to go out to Sears tonight, AGAIN, to deal with my brakes. This has been going on since Easter, people.

Here’s the timeline:

03/22/08: Brought my car in for new tires and brakes. 4 New tires were put on and front brakes replaced.

05/31/08: Brought car back for flat repair and brake repair (brakes sounded like they were grinding together). Fixed the flat, couldn’t get to brakes, said when the brakes were replaced the rotors were not turned. Spoke with Jamal (Auto Center Manager) and arranged to bring the car back Friday, June 6 after 5:30 to have the rotors turned.

06/06/08: Brought the car in at 5:48 to have the rotors turned. Manager on duty was not made aware of my previous discussion with Jamal. Left the car, came back at 7:30 and was told by the Manager on duty that the rotors were turned.

07/24/08: Brought car in due to grinding noise. Was told rotors needed to be turned, were not turned 06/06. Sears was not able to work on the car this day due to volume of cars waiting.

08/08/08: Brought car back. Was told I needed rear shoes, front pads (under warranty), and replace front rotor as it was too far gone to turn. Discussed what was under warranty, took car home. Telephone discussion with Jamal regarding parts, warranty, and negligence on the part of Sears as far as not doing a complete job. Jamal agreed to do all work under warranty; in addition, I would pay for rear shoes and labor and Jamal would replace front rotors (incl. labor) for free.

9/12/08: Brought car in for work agreed to by phone with Jamal. Went over everything again with Jamal in person (warranty work, I pay rear shoes, Sears pays front rotor). Picked up car 9/13/08, was informed by Jamal that work was done and front rotor was turned, not replaced, but it was fine.

11/07/08: Bringing car back. Has been making grinding noises for 2 weeks. It’s probably the front rotor.

This is 7 visits for a fucking brake job. I don't want to argue and throw a fit but I know he's going to try to renege on the free rotor. My stomach already hurts and I've got a headache. PLUS, now AGAIN, I won't have a car tonight or all day tomorrow. Fucking bastards.

That bitch never blogs!

J says I need to post something. Hmmm,how about this:

How come whenever I hear this song I think about H1? I don't remember it being his favorite or anything. I don't remember any special shared experiences while this song was playing...any reason it reminds me of you, H1?

We missed H2 and GF last night while we watched True Blood. It was awesome! My favorite line (I have to paraphrase, I can't remember exact words):
Jason: (speaking to his new girlfriend who just convinced him to kidnap a vampire) I should have known when you walked into my life carrying that huge bag of crazy....no one has a purse that big that doesn't have something seriously fucked up inside of it.

Happy Birthday to my Density

Happy Birthday Jerrod!!! I know you will be working most of the day, but I hope your day is terrific anyway!

Thanks for catching up, now we're the same age again! I love you!!!

Laugh with me,not at me.

Well, thanks to Aunt S.'s book recommendation, I've been ignoring my blog, the television, and, to some extent, my life. Outlander was awesome - I'm waiting for the library to call and tell me they have the next few.

Kenny finished reading the Twilight series - he agreed it was a good book...not awesome, but he said he enjoyed it. Glad I could broaden your horizons, Kenny-son. (I don't think anyone's coming to take away your Man Card!) We're going to go see the movie while H1 and SIL are in town - can't wait!!!

BB's Quote of the Day:
We're watching Chuck, and one of the lead characters is a very shapely blonde. Somehow the conversation got around to her boobs and BB said something to the effect of J likes looking at her boobs.
J: "I'm not a boob man."
BB: "Oh, so you're a private man?"
I almost fell out of the chair I was laughing so hard.

The next morning: I'm driving the kids to school, and U2's "Beautiful Day" is playing on the radio. I ask BB if I should sing it to her as she gets out of the car to go into school. "No," she says, "Just say: Bye, BB. Get out."

The weather has recently gotten cooler, and so the air is a bit drier (yay for me!). Molly's hair, from where she pulls it, is short on top and longer in the back. Now that the air is drier, the short hair on top stands up, so she's got a cute punk-rock hairdo. (Can I say "punk rock" and "hairdo" in the same sentence?)

We had a great time with H2 and GF Sunday watching True Blood - the TV series is pretty funny in a camp sort of way:
Eric (1000 year old Viking Vamp): "I texted you three times and you did not reply."
Bill (less than 200 year old Confederate Vamp): "I hate using the number keys to type."

Smack that ass!!*

*Oil company ass, that is.

The WalMart near my house has gas for $2.36/gallon. I filled up my tank for $30!!! (doin' the "smack that ass dance"!!)Woo-hoo!!!

Absolutely nothing going on for a nice change. H2 and GF are coming over for dinner and True Blood tomorrow. Did a little birthday shopping for J today - I'm actually excited about his gift (usually I'm not sure if he'll like it -this year I KNOW he will!!)

Toodles!!!