Archive for January, 2007

Your Vote Counts

Okay, I am in need of your opinion concerning an ongoing discussion I have with regard to an answer used in the game Scattergories. Hopefully most of you know the premise of the game but if not go here. Seeing an opportunity to score a quick four points with the letter being “P” under the category “Bad Habits”, I quickly realized that picking pecks of pickled peppers can become a bad habit. And since I was shot down by the parties playing against me (emphasis on against), I thought this may be a good place to voice my case. So, all you need to do is vote in the poll listed below. You can also feel free to state your opinion in the comments area.

Picking Pecks of Pickled Peppers a Bad Habit?
Definitely!
Absurd but Acceptable with regard to a Board Game
Ludicrous. Absolutely Not.
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As of Saturday

So, I met Zanna, Jenn and Gina for lunch on Saturday at this awesome salad place and we spent about four hours just chatting the afternoon away while it poured rain outside. Before I left for my lunch date, I attempted to take some belly shots in our downstairs bathroom (the one that I’m pretty sure used to be a closet, but since our landlord rigged up some piping and stuck a toilet in there, it’s for sure a bathroom. I suppose water closet makes more sense. It’s also the bathroom where the neighbors can listen to you pee unless you turn on the melodramatically loud exhaust fan. I’m not so sure that the fan circulates any air, but I am sure that it covers up the sound of urinating, which is very good). Anyway, here’s the belly shots:




The Greater Good

So, um, we’ve sort of been watching Lost, Season 1 as much as humanly possible over the past week. We’ve only got three episodes left now. We’re watching the fourth from the end right now…the one where you learn about Sayed and the baby’s just been born and Boone just died and Locke shows Sayed the plane but lies about the hatch.

People, this show is in my head. I dreamed about it. I thought about it while suffering through some sort of internet-circuit-robot issue at work that made the web pages load after ten minutes of building. I thought about it on my drive home from work. And now I am watching it again.

[The key is missing now and Shannon’s lost her mind. Oh man, I am completely loosing my cool over this one. Sayed is all pretending to be a suicide bomber, so it’s a little 24 meets Lost, which makes this especially stressful.]

So, our friend who loaned us the dvds has Season 2, but we’re going to need to take a few weeks to breath and get some work done before we get them from him.

I don’t know if we can wait that long, but I know our real lives need us to.

Ice Day

Today is an ice day and everything is cancelled. Given the fact that it’s MLK Day, I think this is just God’s way of reprimanding everyone who was ignoring the holiday.

[SPOILER ALERT]
Of course, one of the big reasons Jud is celebrating the day off is because there are two more hours of Jack to watch tonight and otherwise he would’ve had to be in class, missing all of the Bauer Power. Speaking of 24, what did you think of the first two hours of the premiere?…….Mhmm…..Mhmm. Well, I thought the first hour could’ve used a little more action, although I suppose I have to give Jack a little time to get his full-on kill powers back. I did note that the “Sacrificial Jack” (whom I may have referred to as “Jesus-Jack” last night [And yes, I fully recognize the blaspheme that’s involved with that]) made a rather quick jump to “Vampire Jack”. We we’re pretty impressed with what Jud described as Jack’s “best kill ever.”

In keeping with the tv theme, you should know that I am now watching A Baby Story and totally freaking myself out. This woman just got a police escort to the hospital as her husband was already running red lights and she was shrieking to all heck. Granted, it was her sixth kid, but the baby all but shot out of her, nearly in the car. Even after the kid was there, the husband couldn’t help but reliving his awesome driving skills and how he flagged down a cop to get them to the hospital in time. I think he may have been more impressed with his driving than the new baby.

Watching them trot out to the car made me feel panicky about having a hospital bag and wonder what to include and all of that. Good thing we are still a few months away from that mess, especially since we still need to get out and register for all that baby junk.

We were going to do it on Saturday but the rain and the cold and the fact that I have to pee every ten seconds made our one outing a little stressful. I wasn’t going to tell you about it because I didn’t want to admit that I was returning one of my Christmas gifts that didn’t fit, but the story is too good to pass up, so here it is, in all of it’s glory.

We walked into this Baby Momma store and stood behind two other women who were returning items. There were two women working behind the counter, but only one of them was actually helping customers. The other one was just standing around. This wasn’t too frustrating, but it was a little warm in the store, so I knew the longer we stood there the hotter we would get. We passed the time by looking around (from our place in line) at other things we could purchase instead, since we had the gift receipt, which explicitly said you could only receive an in-store credit.

When it was finally our turn at the counter, I put the item on the counter and handed her the gift receipt. She asked me if I wanted an in-store credit, to which I replied, “Isn’t that all you can give me?”

She nodded her head and said, “Yes.”

“Well, if that’s my only option, then, yes, I’ll take that option.” I shot Jud one of those ‘get a load of this brilliance’ looks.

Next, she asked me why I was returning them and I told her. She stared at me, like part of my face had been ripped off in a horrible accident, and granted, I’d been blunt, but it’s not like I’d been grotesque. I offered a little more explanation, in less blunt terms, and she went back to her computer screen.

Then she asked me for my phone number. I gave her a false one (because I always give clerks the wrong information when they ask for my personal information. They have no need to know this information and I’m not going to just give it out for no reason). Next she asked for my zip code and I gave her false information again.

She asked who gave me the gift, and although I was getting really irritated by this point, I gave her a general idea of where it came from. Then she asked for my due date and I lost it. “Why do you need to know that?” I huffed.

“For our database.”

“Is the information not on the gift receipt for you to give me the credit?”

“The information is here but I have to fill out our database too.”Jud jumped in here and gave her a false due date and then she finally got out a card to put the credit on and finished the rest of the process. By the time we finally got the card, I did not want to look around for anything else, I just wanted out of that sauna and away from the idiocy that was behind the counter.

So yeah, that’s why we didn’t make it anywhere to register for anything. I was afraid we’d run into more of that level of humanity, and I just could not deal with that and a full bladder at the same time. So, we came home and watched playoff games instead. The end.

Thoughts from the Last Work Day of the Week

My entire morning brightened up when a coworker announced she’d brought in bagels and cream cheese for everyone. She got hired for a bigger and better position and I thought that the bagels might be her farewell to our side of the building, but she said they weren’t. Then I told her we would accept them as penance for the fact that she is no longer really doing her work. Penance tasted very good.

Another coworker brought me the first season of Lost to watch. Jud and I have been hoping to watch these. Ask and you shall….

Following a really horribly drawn out pain-staking audit process for one of the parts of my job, I have yet to see the final review document. The strange auditor guy who will eventually put this report together gave me back all of my back up documentation today. Now I have to re-file them. He noted that he’d assigned all new numbers to each of them (despite the fact that we already use a numeric system for reference and filing all of them). And really, that’s probably what took all of that time…renumbering them into his own system. It’s pretty complex. The first one he looked at is #1. The second one is #2. See? That would obviously take the better part of three months.

It is raining here and may be icy in the morning. People really loose their minds over the idea of the temperature dropping down here, which isn’t entirely neurotic, given the fact that the roads were planned by a man who, when we saw him interviewed by the local news media Jud and I both concluded, has some sort of mental challenge.

It’s casual day here in the office again and so far I’ve counted three people wearing sweatpants. Makes.me.shudder.

A very good friend of mine wrote me an email last night stating that she’s found a new job and is leaving her current job situation (which involved her company routinely taking advantage of her and preying on her loyalty) for a new place with promise and hope.

So, even though it’s raining, today has been nice and bright.

Your Help Needed

So, now that we are about 99% sure that the BehBeh is a boy, we figure it’s about time we go register for some stuff at places where they have things. Seeing as we’ve never purchased a lot of brightly colored plastic items before, we could use a little help (can you believe that I am asking for advice?!).

Please leave your helpful suggestions in the comments (or you can email them to us too, if you’d prefer, but it’s so much better in the comments where it will help other people remember the stuff that they could not live without) with a little explanation. Also welcome are your suggestions of things to not buy (Amy already gave me a little pack-n-play advice).

So, let’s get to it, moms and dads!

As Promised

Here’s the new pictures of the BehBeh at 22 weeks.

This is supposedly a picture of his feet. It’s hard for me to make out too.

Here’s a nice picture of his skull.

This one highlights his lovely rib cage.

Now can anyone tell me why I thought it would be a good idea to wear pants that have a button and a zipper today? Seriously the worst decision I’ve made in a while (which, all things considered, is actually some kind of victory given the fact that my mind has been fuzzy since these hormones let loose. I can’t believe people are put in charge of tiny people when their minds are suddenly banana puree and their emotions are like melting butter. Hmm, bananas and butter, kind of reminds me of Fogo de Chao….see?! Squishy-weak-baby-hormone mind!). Anyway, these pants, while comfortable everywhere else, are squeezing my middle and it’s making me really irritable. They will be replaced with something made of stretchy goodness in about an hour. I cannot wait.