Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Some Like it Hot (Update)
The astute Chuck picked right up on the fact that I've avoided telling you the end to our story of no heat on Sunday.
I've been too embarrassed to publicly announce the expensive lesson I learned. But this evening I realized that readers of this blog already know I'm an idiot and a loser, so the painful truth won't shock any of you.
I called a heating repair company and they sent out a repairman. (He was hot, no pun intended, but I refrained from hitting on him). I think he tried to scare me with the midnight time estimate in the hopes I'd say "never mind" about needing the service call. It was FREEZING outside and we had (virtually) no heat; we definitely needed assistance - and he arrived about 9:30pm.
You homeowners out there can guess where this is going...I was in desperate need of a new furnace filter. And there were two of them - brand new - sitting right on the ground next to my furnace. Cost? $89 for the service call, no problem, lesson learned. The part that stung was the additional $99 he charged me just for pulling the old filter out and sliding in the new one. I refrained from a meltdown in which I would have pointed out that he didn't give me an option to decline the "service" he performed.
I sucked it up and took his recommendation to sign up for the service plan. Then I set a recurring reminder on Outlook to check my filter every three months.
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Monday, January 29, 2007
...a warm toilet seat.
...an attached garage.
...heated seats in my car.
...a Mom (and Dad) who like to make me (and T and my other family members) dinner.
...a teenage daughter who will admit she loves me and who still likes me enough to ask me to hang out in her room.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
We. Are. Very. Cold.
I was going to say "freezing," and I've said it several times today to T, but I'm trying not to exaggerate too much - we're still moving and neither of us has lost any body parts. Yet.
I had the thermostat set to just under 70 - I'd say it was at about 68. It's been that way, untouched, for some time.
Today I gave in and went over to turn up the heat. When I moved the lever to 72-ish, I noticed that it was apparently 56 degrees in our house. 56 degrees. It's a little chilly.
More than an hour later, hunkered down with T on her bed under her comforter doing "homework" and wondering if I could type with gloves on, I sent her down to check out the temperature. 56 degrees.
Hm. I know it's cold out - currently 10 degrees - but I really think it should be a little warmer in here. I feel another household repair expense coming on.
Update: Furnace repair place is busy; they'll call before they are on their way. "It might be midnight." Lovely.
Friday, January 26, 2007
No Turning Back
You know you're getting old when...
...you can't wait to leave the bar so you can go home and do your taxes to find out whether you're getting a refund this year.
Fat with possibility
And then, poof, it's gone
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Word of the Day
Today's word is cinchy. It's not an entry on Dictionary.com, but it should be. Meaning? Super easy, duh. Import? I like it. Feel free to use it in a sentence, or just say it to yourself a few times today and reflect on what a great word it is and how happy you are I brought it to your attention.
Hooking up the wireless network at my house was cinchy.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
State of the Union - Deep Thoughts
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
Parents of teenagers should get hazard pay
Single parents of teenagers should get double.
You've Come a Long Way
For the most part, I loved grade school. I know some of you may not even remember those years of your life, but I remember mine vividly. I suppose it's a little pathetic that my "glory days" were in grade school, and it's definitely pathetic that I'm admitting it on the internet for all the world to see. But it's the truth.
In grade school, good grades came easy and - gasp - I even liked some of my classes. I loved most of my teachers, and, let's be honest, they loved me. Though we girls got into our share of spats and though a boy or 2 caused me some heartache, overall I had good friends with whom I got along the majority of the time.
In junior high, I became a little nervous about the transition to high school, but I was cautiously optimistic. And then, I was "put on notice" that perhaps I should be more worried than I was. When I was in 8th grade, a new kid transferred in to the 7th grade. He was a bit of a "bad boy," I suppose, and we were soon an item. The "relationship" didn't last past 8th grade, but something he told me stuck with me: "You're kind of pretty but if you want the boys in high school to like you, you'll have to grow your hair longer, [he might have advised getting a perm, too], do sit-ups until your stomach is flat, and get a tan, especially on your stomach." Um, thanks for the unsolicited advice. Oh, and for the feeling that I wasn't quite good enough to cut it in the high school social scene...a feeling I had somehow managed to mostly avoid during my grade school years.
Cut to today (or, more accurately, yesterday). I'm no longer in high school. I'm a professional twice over: a registered nurse and a practicing attorney who is at the start of a hopefully promising career. I make decent money, own a house, and have a wonderful family and several good friends. Surely the way I'm viewed by members of the opposite sex has changed. Or not. Last night I received the following unsolicited advice from a male friend: "You have a great body and a nice ass. If you just lose 10 pounds you'll be smokin'. Come on, you can do it." I felt like I'd been transported back in time.
Ladies, does this happen to you? What is it about men that they think I need or want this free advice? And what is it about me that prevents me from slapping them when I receive it?
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
The Man in My Life
Sorry, no juicy stories - the man in my life right now is Ol' Man Winter. He is unfortunately back.
I've always known that I don't like winter, but as this winter season progressed, the mild weather lulled me into thinking that maybe winter isn't so bad after all. Wrong. Like with childbirth and crappy boyfriends, faded memories of winter are nothing like the harsh reality.
I'm freezing. And I've been exhausted for the past few days; I'm convinced the bone-deep fatigue has something to do with the cold. Even with all that, I could tolerate winter here if not for my poor skin. I have horribly dry skin and when the winter chill hits, I end up with an unquenchably itchy back and neck and an annoyingly flaky face. Oatmeal baths and vats of moisturizer don't quite cut it.
It's been super cold for less than a week and I'm telling you: I'm over it. I may not make it through the winter.
Monday, January 15, 2007
That's right, my Dad turned 60 this weekend. Happy Birthday, Pops! We had quite a weekend, beginning with the Pre-party Non-party wind up on Friday night, followed Saturday afternoon by a nail-biting Colts' win, and capped with an out-of-this-world 60th Birthday Bash perfectly executed by my Mom and Dad at their house.
Pictures to follow...hope everyone is recuperating nicely...
Saturday, January 13, 2007
(Television ad for Alpha Dog plays while our fearless duo Kelly and T are sitting in their family room)
K: I want to see that movie.
T: You are ridiculous.
T: You love Justin Timberlake.
1 - impertinent; insolent: a saucy remark; a saucy child.
2 - pert; boldly smart: a saucy little hat for Easter.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Today in the Practice of, Apparently, The World's Oldest Profession
K, entering breakroom for the day's 1st bag of popcorn: I am so cold today.
Co-worker, eating oatmeal and without missing a beat: Maybe you should wear a thicker blouse.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Today in the Practice of Law
-Defendant's Motion for Summary Judgment GRANTED. Rock on.
-And with that small victory under my belt, I'll dispense a little advice: be careful when eating buffalo chicken while working. Buffalo sauce does stain the pages of deposition transcripts.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Keeping My Whistle Wet
I sure miss that man.
I had a couple of errands to run downtown this morning. On my way out of downtown, I noticed a few Kansas City Chiefs fans walking down the sidewalk, looking lost. I rolled down my window to see if I could help them. After all, I hope all the Chiefs' fans enjoy their visit to Indy; providing directions was the least I can do for them before they get their asses whipped by the boys in blue.
K: Are ya'll lost?
KC Fan #1: Yeah, we're looking for Arby's.
KC Fan #2: Where do they sell beer?
KC Fan #3: (consulting map of some sort)....
My intentions were good, but these guys were clearly beyond help. Hope they found whatever it was they were looking for. Go Colts!!!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
It's 3:20 p.m.
I just called home...and found T to still be asleep. Mean ol' Mom that I am, I insisted she get up.
Nice work if you can get it.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Yes, I need to lose weight.
No, I didn't bring my granola bar breakfast to work.
Yes, I have to walk to lunch today.
No, I didn't choose my shoes wisely.
Yes, I dreamed (dreamt?) about my ex-husband and his family last night.
No, I don't know why. But...at least it wasn't a nightmare, which those dreams tend to be. I stepped into a house, no idea why, and was greeted by his mother, who looked young and beautiful and healthy and like she'd lost a hundred pounds. She attributed this success to the advice my sister had given her. Almost all the family members who lived together when I knew my ex were there: sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews. They were all happy, clean, and the adults had good jobs. The house was clean, there were no blue jeans hanging over the open heated oven to dry and best of all...there were no roaches in the kitchen. Where this dream (truly a dream) came from, I can't imagine. It would be a nice reality, though.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Public Service Announcements
1) Try to avoid imbibing: wine, then beer, then Baileys. Lots of Baileys.
2) T and I got our eyebrows done Saturday night. We look great. But in the event you are torn between getting your brows waxed or threaded, let me say: do not have them threaded. Trust me on this.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Approaching Middle Age
Dabbling in Blogdom
Tear Down The Walls
Today's Song Lyric
All you do is call me, I'll be anything you need
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