Christmas Story gone Wrong

I completely accept and understand the need for interaction with family during the holidays.  My two most favorite days of the year include Birthdays and Christmas, because I like to do all the fun and crafty things I do to make gifts.  This year has been a bit haphazard, but, you know, very beautiful.  I just finished etching some glasses for Daran and Willie.  They turned out wonderful.  My bed sits full of yarn and I admit I have hot glue stuck in bad places, but cool gifts have been wrapped.  I'm so glad I've had these things to distract me actually, because I am being bombarded by Facebook and family, gossip and intrigue, problems I can't solve much less wholly believe (oooh it rhymed).

So of course that was written before Christmas..

Now the wrapping paper has been shed and the orgy of greed has come to its conclusion.  I lovingly call Christmas the orgy of greed although it sounds obscene, but when thinking in terms of a kid and waiting until the mad morning of finally getting to rip into everything.. that's what it is.  Being one of four kids.. I remember me and my siblings counting packages and comparing sizes and now as a parent I understand how difficult it must have been to make sure fair was fair in the difficult business of pleasing the jealous mongering of four children.  I have to say having one child happens to be a luxury and a relief because I don't have to do the agonizing over fairness.  I didn't have to figure the secret formula my parents stuck to that me and my siblings vocalized our thoughts on how the system was still rigged.

Ah, those were the times.  I bring this up because it preps for the next little gem of a story.  My best friend's kid comes in and tells me that Santa ripped her off.  Needless to say, I was floored.  I have already instilled into my daughter that Santa and I are close friends, and he talks to me about all Christmas decisions, so wow, I was floored by this statement because Nattie would never say it.  Many emotions went through my brain, the first of which was to snatch my friend's kid up and lecture her on the finer points about Christmas... but I was still in shock.

Santa brought her a bicycle.  The back wheel fell off.  These things happen.  Elves aren't perfect.  Right?  You think she said that?  Nope.  Santa ripped her off.

Her mom was just diagnosed with Crohn's disease and three days out of the hospital.  They barely had money for Christmas.  My friend is in a shambles and the tire comes off the bicycle.

I wanted to tan this kid's ungrateful behind.

I still feel bad thinking this.
A little. 

Another Hiatus Apology

Keeping up with reality and one's digital presence makes one sacrifice something along the way.  I guess I am happy to report its been blogging that suffered.  Never fear, much to report on, many topics are ready to be discussed in detail.

Duties will resume as normal, programming difficulties still being dealt with.  Will Hash in Sessions.

Small Town Hens typically are not Female

Around here, drama has just come in my mailbox.  Oh please, Find a new hobby Stokesdale.  How pathetic.

Finding logic in Strange Places

I was watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Season Two and Garak the Cardassian had a wonderful statement that seems to reflect the world today:

Truth is in the eye of the beholder.
That's why I never tell the truth,
because I don't believe there is such a thing.

How appropriate these days to akin the world to Star Trek.

Here I was thinking we were all merely weasels.

Nah, we just all follow many of those rules of acquisition.

Everyone has a bit of Ferengi in them somewhere.


 

How She Was Named

I just had to take a moment to cheer myself back up with a story.  A true one.  How I named my daughter.  She loves her life in oration.  She never tires of asking me to tell her a story.  Well, this one is sweet.

I was driving in my car, which I love to do while listening to the radio and trying to think of a name for the girl inside me.  I came across Natalie Cole's duet with her father Nat King Cole and the song and its significance chose Natalie.  The song made me burst into tears in its beauty.

It gets more Unforgettable.  My daughter's original due date was Christmas Day.  She was born much earlier, but Natalie means Christmas.  I just had to take a moment to share something sweet.

I just pulled the video up on YouTube to play for her, and my husband walked in while it was playing and knew why I was listening.  I needed a little joy, and sharing this extra part of the story with my daughter seems appropriate.  I have wandered around sad all day, and this very song was just the right dose of reason to smile.

 

Reaction to Connecticut

I sit here and try to write how I feel about yesterday and the state of the world we live in.  My husband sat on the couch and in tears asked me if I had turned the television on.  Immediately I said no.. and he told me what happened in Connecticut.  He asked me not to watch the news because he knew how deeply it would affect me .. that it would give me nightmares.  I tend to have nightmares about things that I guess my subconscious has trouble absorbing.  He was right.  I didn't watch anything until a little while ago, but I was afraid to go to sleep anyway.

My daughter is our only child and because of a lot of different factors she will always be my only child.  I used to have nightmares all the time about something happening to her.  When I wrecked my car, she was all I could think about and she wasn't even with me.

The thought of an entire community terrorized by the deaths of those innocent children simply makes me shudder and I hurt inside.  What kind of country are we?  What kind of society are we?  Violence seems to just hang like a cloud and you can't point a finger at one particular source.  It's everywhere.  Whose fault is it?

God where are you?  I know you're there.  What can we do?

Losing a child makes you scream inside and you don't the voice will ever stop.  Nattie is my  second child.  I lost my first child during the 23rd week of my pregnancy due to preeclampsia.  I'll never know my son Andrew, but I have Nattie and she is a treasure and a miracle.  I had preeclamsia with her as well and she was born early.  But she was born.

To think that sending her to school and someone could randomly see her little face and shoot her simply is unthinkable.  Now I have to think it.

My tears for those parents. 

GO and Send the ISS a Postcard

I logged onto NASA and sent the space station a post card that said Deck the Halls on one side, and the following text below.

I just wanted to say getting my first NASA email and realizing I had ten twenty minutes in bunny slippers to catch a glimpse of you over Stokesdale NC was  panic at the disco.  At a little after six I'm repeatedly asking my husband  Which way is North again. and again Insecure I would not see you...and magically.. TADA
At 39 this little girl waved at you guys and promised my seven year old she would have to get up feet flying for your next visit.
I will be sure my daughter and husband both  wave and  yell with me....
What the Hall is up?
I chose this card because I'm a Hall that is in process of decking her own and  proud in my own little way to know where you are in  my little world .. and time to time our paths cross. much respect.

Take a minute out of your day and support some brave people.

Go to this link:

http://www.nasa.gov/externalflash/postcard/

Making Plans for Reprisal: Sleep on It

I'm still foaming about Time Warner Cable.  However, I had enough sense to not call (again) today.  I will let it ride.. I have too much 'joy' to muster for the holidays.  I'll pull it out of somewhere.

I definitely finished my Christmas shopping today.  The online parts.  *sigh*

Santa does love me.

The stars will be much closer soon.  I'm positively giddy about allowing my NASA nerd to sit and watch way too many YouTube videos concerning telescopes.

I love Santa too.

We'll be watching all the James Bond movies over vacation.

Time Warner Cable: The Coyote is out for Birdbrain Justice. FEED ME.

I live in the beautiful glorious balmy state of North Carolina.  Those without scary legs could wear shorts and be comfortable.  There is no snow or ice or act of Lucifer that has committed heinous crimes to mastermind a way to make me so angry I throw things by icing up or drowning underground cable.  No, for the first time ever, my cable is actually out of service.  World, I am here to tell you that I can handle that.  No problem.

Its all the other bullshit tacked onto Time Warner that has me shaking I'm so angry.  I go round and round it seems.  I am beginning to think all customer service systems are based on one simple feature.  If you want to buy something, YES we will WEASEL you.  AS a bonus please let me record your voice agreeing in blood that we have bundled your entire life and just think we are Gods, because we have a complex (in another language because we can't afford American diversity of Religion.  [Press one to Agree we are your new Dealer.  Press two for Technically FUCK YOU Press three to PAY Press four to PAY with a Condom, for all other calls, PLEASE Go to our website where we can chat and tell you to Fuck Off in writing.]

The phone service hung up on me twice.  The local branch transferred me deftly back into the National Fuck You line.  Then I was told how to reboot my GOD DAMNED ROUTER.  They can come pick up the shit tomorrow right now.  I might calm down and get someone who cares, but you realize that it will take all day? 

I wanted to get into my car and drive ten miles to crap on some poor unsuspecting asshole's desk.  I have dealt with these people so many times, and its always my problem and my computer.  I don't think so, and they don't give a shit.  Here's that Sandwich.  You said you were hungry.  Eat this Faye. 

Options for the coyote.  Hold forever and threaten.  Hold forever and whore.  All with the nicest perkiest FUCK YOU I can muster in return.

Let me meditate, ruminate and try not to do something that appears as if I might be practising stupidity.

My husband had no bone to throw the wife as he has delegated these things to me.  I love him.  Its a good thing.

SO, its off ..

Surf and Whore, so I can back it all up while ten managers figure out that critical mass has already been achieved.  No turning back now.

And the Road Runner was always a jerk.  Poor Wil E. Coyote. Super Genius.  We'll catch that damned bird and roast it.


 

More on the Eclectic Self: Passions and Hobbies

I post about stuff and things based on the moment, and there's a ton of things I can comment on since I happen to be passionate in most anything requiring more than five minutes. So I have to admonish myself over believing I cannot offer advice and opinion because that is my so not true.

NASA emails me the location of the International Space Station when its visible over my home.  I have watched two meteor showers in the past couple of months .. so .. our secret, I'm a budding astronomy freak. I woke my kid up to watch lunar eclipse just because I wanted us to witness this rare one together. My late night googles are research for a telescope I will not regret later.  You have all read my frustrations with the world of sales and the pitfalls of uneducated or under-thinking buying.  I have been sneaking outside and freezing to death for a long time, and I believe I'm ready to watch way too much YouTube, read up on telescope ratings and researching the best reference materials.

I also have the best saltwater tank for all my expectations; my tank has even surpassed my own daydreams of what I can achieve inside of 36 gallons.  A dream from college that I wanted in this phase of my life has become so much more than fish and a shrimp.  I fell in love with the whole biosphere concept and the beauty of corals.  Corals are amazing.  The way everything interconnects simply puts me at a loss for words.  More than the equipment woes are the sparkling discoveries late night with a mag-lite, and I haven't even touched on those.  I need to tell the Hansel story sometime, and the whole evolution of my fish tank that really was not a disaster or waste of money because I put so much time into finding things out before jumping.  The talk of Mr. Secret Reef has been the end result that I am so excited and exalted to share with people.  He is coming this Wednesday to do my water change, as well ask bring more liverock and substrate.  He is going to take what I have in the tank and secure it all so I don't have London Bridge and he doesn't have this fair lady freaking about my injured fish. (Another story that is worth telling now that my blood pressure won't be affected)

You guys all know my love of being a parent and I'm sure my week of posts about birthday week made more than a few of you laugh.  I have to tell you though, I have to dust off my shoulders with pride as my daughter opened the door on my husband and I... and her response to the whole scenario besides being funny is worth sharing because the philosophy I see all this falling into might be of use to many other parents with my stoicism.

I talk alot about records and music.  About the cave in the basement.  Sometime I guess I should talk about my turntables and what I spin when I can.  Why I like being a solo DJ in my basement without an audience and where that sprung up from.

I write this post because I read back and see myself blindly thinking I've missed the whole blog concept.  The biggest error in the beginning was not posting often.  I've been thinking I need just one topic to constantly talk about, and well, I do.  Practical living of everyday life as it applies to me.  What I realize from many anonymous people's email remarks about my blog is a pure truth:  if it comes to mind, talk about it.  Not only that, be specific, because some of you want to know.  Thanks for helping me find that missing link inside all this.  Sure, the humor is great, you guys even appreciate that its actual fact and what's more, ask for more detail in that department.

I will do my very best to talk about my Gmail from readers.  I appreciate all the thumbs up on my attempts and research into webpage design and blog layout.  I promise.

I intend on somehow weaving my voice recorder files into all this.  I haven't decided where to go with it yet.  I have great things to listen to simply because you have to hear to understand.. and I want to share these things in relation to this blog, but want to protect them because they are my voice and also, they are research in the making.. on webpage design.  I started them for self discovery and growth and well, now on to more practical uses.

Anyway, its late, and I'm still watching things about telescopes and having my mind boggled.  Anyone wanting to share a blog or point me to a link on great resources for this venture are welcome!

Grow Your Own Mushrooms: Shot Down by Pessimism

My daughter is seven years old and her favorite vegetable happens to be the mushroom.  What is everyday to me surprises other people, so this bit of trivia should raise reader eyebrows.  My daughter loves them raw, sauteed and in miso soup .. any way she can snarf them.  The food most people abhor and used to think had no nutritional value .. my child's idea of delicious.  This kid hates corn.  I know.. corn.  She will eat tortilla chips and hummus, but no can do on the corn.  Will take or leave potatoes....HATES CHIPS.. won't eat cereal.  Do you think I complain?  Nope, only when in a hurry and I wish she would just try the stuff, but no budging.  I can live with this kind of rebellion.

Getting to the point:  I am doing my magical present selections, and Gardener's Supply Company was earmarked because I found Grandma the perfect present. Well I also saw the mushroom growing kit and my Nattie came to mind.  All the dirt of growing mushrooms in a self contained box.  Seven year old project heaven. 

I show the idea to John and he looked at me as if I lost my mind.  He calculated price verses grocery store.  Note to self: do like always and allow Christmas to be a surprise to everyone except the woman on Santa's payroll.

I am one for not just what the present is, but the impression and memory it has the potential to create.

Case in point:  We opened up the boxes of Christmas decorations and I have all the Christmas books inside.  My daughter whooped with glee when she found an Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas Story with a 45 record inside.

I know.  It is difficult to keep a straight face when husband can't see past horizon of this is cursory look.  He will come around.  He always does.  He knows who makes him look so damned good.

 

Petit Fours Make Me Smile

Another reason marriage keeps me grounded.. I love the soft sweet moments.  When after a day of worry in other realms, I'm enfolded ... and its no sandwich.. much sweeter...

Now off to go brush my teeth and wash the stars out of my eyes. 
I love my husband.
(Now where are my ...) Yes, John I do.  Tell Santa, that Compressed coal is just fine with me. :)



Dear Santa, John will Vouch for me.



Lyle Lovett "If I Had A Boat": Was the Best Concert EVER in Greensboro!

This man gives the greatest concert, no matter where he is, no matter the crowd.
And this song, well, its just about like my logic....

Upon Ascending into the Light

Its good I read my own writing because I guess all the symbols must mean the adjectives are some very country grammar.. those four letter word descriptors that only demean the IQ when frustration threatens to take hold.

I have a pretty decent sized IT department for one household containing three people, one Pomeranian, four (possibly five) fish and a tank full of corals.. oh yeah and one grandma next door.  I'm admitting to the following because there's no one to stop me from total social disaster *EEE GADS*  My network currently contains four computers.  One beefed up desktop and three laptops.  Sadly though, I still have possession of a six year old Trojan Toshiba Satellite... that works if one does not mind that I hooked it to an old monitor to see and found a late night deal on a portable optical drive if I need to access it.  It's the Frankencomputer, not used at the moment... as I'm juggling other technical maneuvers.  That Toshiba doesn't hold a candle to the Dell Dimension Desktop my husband is clinging to because of an old version of Quickbooks that the closet control freak can't let go of... for some time he used not being able to print to the HP printer from his laptop as a reason to keep the thing.... but he keeps his mouth shut because between his choice of laptop and that damnable printer sealed the mice type in our marriage.  He is no longer allowed to buy anything electronic for our household.

So count it up, four ... five... six.  Computers.  OK.  Learning fast here.  The network also contains three shared printers.  The bat cave monitors them all and houses the cable and router.. and a network external drive for backup.. and for Apple alone I have a drive that holds all brands of add ons that owning two iPods have to push upon a person.

Network also has to take into account the wii and the 3DS gameboys that get on the net..factor in the blu-ray player and my nook... and of course my very smart phone.

Where does this leave me?  I have software busy sorting through pictures and video for duplicates.  Tedious.  I have Kaspersky Pure checking to see if I can operate more than one computer at a time to understand how to lock down the fort.

Do I have Internet for the rest of the world?  No.  I used to feel bad about telling people to go to McDonald's.. but not anymore.  Let a stranger have your password and they see the keys to my world.  They might not steal my porn, but the guy who borrowed the phone for a second just might decide shopping as me might be fun.

I've had the scare of someone being on my network and Time Warner tell me I'm just having Homegroup problems and I get a very nasal snotty Man that I'm grateful to understand, but pissed that I'm paying him to fix the issue, not use my name ten times and tell me to not worry (because obviously I'm an idiot that should be impressed by his prowess of being able to tell me the crap plugged into his router, which a month ago DID allow me to change my own information THANK YOU.

I get going on these techno stories because they simply are too much drama for one person to wrap themselves around.  I am not stupid.  I am so glad I keep receipts and write things down.  It makes many people mad that I don't budge.



Closest Thing to My Name on Someone other than My Dad



All I want to do is consolidate these components, shop on the Internet, write on my blog, and keep pursuing the idea of compiling all my writing into my own website.  For myself.

It takes a bunch of those sandwiches I talk about in my title to realize the more I learn, the angrier I get.  Oh and I am not attempting to make it a crappy, it isn't.  I would just like for customer service to be popular on the first ring and concern and help funnel its way toward me when I reach for it in such a way that leads to future confidence, less calls.... and you know

OH GOD! can go back to the way I like to scream it.



To All those Anonymous People Other than the Rest of the World

I gotta tell ya, you people kinda make my day and make me actually go and check my Gmail.  Little nuggets of interest get the bellows going...the smithy...started... and its getting hot in here.

Where to start, where to start?  I was asked to explain more here.  Humm.  I did promise more to come, didn't I?  I was definitely in the middle (at least in my mind) of a frothy yell-fest about yet another of my adventures involving technology.  Just imagine me with a Viking Helmet and the nicest, non-relenting customer service voice {complete with perky personality} and there I am.

Seething on the inside.  Holding for days and weeks on the outside... I know.  You're cryin' your bloomin' eyes out at me aren't you?  Well I'm beating my chest and yanking my hair out for you too... *giggle*

Ever Heard that song by Kenny Rogers, the Gambler?  Yeah.  That Table.  I don't play cards unless GO Fish and Skip-bo count... but...

You gotta know when to hold em [DELL]
Know when to fold em [FISH TANK GUY]
Know when to walk away [ANY PERSON USING MY FIRST NAME MORE THAN TWICE]
Know when to run [Except when backing up a car &testosterone dares me the bird.. *EVIL SMILE]
You never count your money when you're sittin at the table [PISSED BECAUSE THE WAITRESS THOUGHT YOU WERE TOO CHEAP TO GET THE HINT AND LEAVE MORE THAN TWO CENTS..i never cheap a waitress, its robbery]

Oh I could probably fill that whole song with little witticisms... but, I'll just tell you that I have a poster from the Album The Gambler within eyesight of the my screen.  The real thing to grasp from that is how my tables change.

There's that Holy Grail... the Kitchen Table... Dinner.  One of my personal goals of happiness.
Then move over to realizing I have to fill out PowerPoint presentations for a first grader.. and yes.. it had a table.. HA.. Ha..

Then let's go pay some bills...curled up on my bed, looking at the tables comparing prices of future purchases against past ones.. and sighing.

Then there's that hallway Table that I have evicted those Yeti from, and I think they partied with the playboy mansion bunnies last night.

OK - I have to say - Nickelback, just give me the key to the Playboy Mansion and I'll be happy.  You can have 15 cars and Pez Dispensers...the tub sounds cool, but I would have to clean it, so .. I'll stick to Betty as being that bit of luxury for the moment.



Here's My Betty!  Yes, this is my car.  Yes, I took the picture.  NO, you can't drive her. [Being grown up enough for Leather has been a life dream conquered]

Moving on.

Explain more:  I'm gonna just run with a list, because I have so many things going on that aren't even touched upon on this list and I guess we'll get there when we do..
1.  I am IT for my home because I have allowed two people into my home and into my computers to help me and the first guy looked for jobs while on the clock and the second guy decided that he should mail me the correct battery for my laptop.
2.  I have all Dell Computers.  I love them.  I HATE the people who supposedly care about my problems.  I held two laptops for hostage that my husband picked out (NO longer allowed)... and then fixed them myself.  I got so mad that I googled who owned the company and wrote him a letter.  I got a call the next day.
3.  I also realize that XM radio struggles to pay Howard Stern.  To keep him busy, they allow him to train customer service people.  I called them to renew.  I got a Sirius Bitch.  I sucked it in to fate until I got a collection notice from the car I replaced with Betty.  I was so angry I cried because I had the sense to call and suspend the subscription because well, I totalled my Impala in my first accident .. ever..
4.  Yeah, I cried.  On-Star was there people.  XM never sent me anything, but I was assured they would take care of cancelling the old and registering the new... At 3 AM on a Sunday.. what I thought to be junk mail turned into Hells Bells if they are putting this bullshit on my credit.  I got six months free service and didn't care at that point.  They made me cry.
5. Afro Circus comes from Madagascar 3, which is like one of my favorite movies.. and we just went to the circus the other night...and that is me and mine in the picture.
6. The remark about the batcave.  Well, I had foot surgery.  I am about two months into wearing shoes and feet still hurt.  My cool room in the basement has been where everyone has dumped things that need to be put away somewhere and they have trouble with the whole follow through on cleaning.. its an occupational hazard.
7.  I have asthma.  I have allergies.  I carry an epipen.  I ate a benadryl just a hour ago.
8.  I need to superclean my man cave but the rest of the world cries out.
9.  I had a weekend of infamy. and the sheets are still warm.  Holy Mother of Pearl he brought home window blinds.
10.  Bam Bam Bam on the basement door is because well, I have a lock on my side (*GRIN*)
11.  He also knows I have Dr. Dre on my head and can't hear him
12.  It's our joke on the Dr. Seuss because a man on the way to the coffee pot at my house is a Beft that turns left...and left...and left...and the pot is on the left too.
13.  Terrible meant that I can't believe I decided to leave that picture sloppy, but I did.
14.  I had my cell phone in my pocket and it has an alarm.  It gave me reason to realize I must consider what to pull out of the closet and kitchen and make sure all homework was in order and out the door.
15.  Judy was very glad I opened the door so she could pee.
16.  About Apple.  How would you like if your optical drive disappeared?  Go back up to the part where I had to pay someone to come into my home and job search...
17.  Then the whole tip of the IT iceberg is the part where my husband thought he missed something in life.  ITs terrible to say, that if you missed it, obviously... you were meant to.

So This must end...


 

When Two Tables Cubes: Mathematical Chaos

OH Do tell right?  Have I come unhinged as of late?  Nope, not really.. in my estimation. [Then again I suck with numbers]  Good thing its not about numbers really.  Two tables refers to my turntables.  In thinking though, I am party to many tables in this house and I'm beginning to go bananas over the time spent in parley with each one.

Oh to just not have time to spin would be a luxury I would gladly brag about.  Right now though, I sit on one of my laptops.. carried down to the batcave... waiting for a *$#)(**Y) load of files to move over onto my external drive so I can wipe ANOTHER network drive and reformat #$*)%()#YT#) and $)(U)(%Y)(#*$ and then $()$%(*)#Q$ the damned thing.

Being IT really stinks the deeper I delve into it for personal pursuit of digital organization of old versions of everything under the sun.

Why did I begin to do this?  Five pound ten pound problem brought on by the steady progress of the Intergalactic media giants that lurk within the blessed Trinity of prongs I attach to my dwindling supply of outlets.  I know, I know, not all calamities have three prongs...and no one can theorize unforeseen customer service calls based on the plug.....since the advent of PORTs.  I wish I had not become a harbor for such nonsensical thinking.  I should chastise myself and think of the whole phone call crisis over my headphones and the three months and how it was a Jack.

Ya, da, da, Afro Circus.....

Terrible but that's us..the centering that is... but I'm being paged. Stay tuned for better quality...



Twotables, John & Nattie with Clown at Universoul Circus.

Furthermore, since I'm on an electronic rant, let's discuss Apple and Jacks... not the freaking cereal.  I wish I had my old iPod Classic, I had that thing for over five years, and had to tell it goodbye.  My wonderful husband bought me the exact same iPod.  That part is awesome.  The sucky part:  Its made out of cheap bullcrap.  I should scratch the back and see if I can read Budweiser on it or something.  Anyway, the plug in for the headphones only played one side.  I was going to take it to Best Buy or something, but location stopped that from occurring plus me remembering... so on to check out the price with Apple.  WHAT!?  I don't think so, you punks that want to tell me my music is only movable so many times....TO THE INTERNET...and what do you know... I have a screwed up plug-in for my headphones...the solution:  Kinda what my inner MacGyver wanted to do to begin with... stuff some aluminum foil in it.  After about ten different sites stating to do this...WHA>>LA>>  Fixed Ipod.  Dammit Apple, like I'd buy anything from you after this one.  I forgave you for having an update almost decide to eat the optical drive on my desktop.  I sentenced you to an external storage drive as well as a portable optical.... (long story filled with stupid people I actually paid)

I cringe.  Please Karma, still be good to me..

So ten minutes passed and I'm still moving crap with thirty minutes on that timer.  Ten minutes on the BAM BAM BAM of the basement door and Dr. Seuss questioning my presence down here.  Side note on down here.  This is supposed to be my cool room with my turntables and records and all that is awesome.  Its not batting 100 at the moment, since the coolest thing in here seems to be me at the moment and I think my bunny slippers just laughed at me (I'm sure I'll find a spider or something soon)... Plus I can't breathe down here... since the dust makes the Yeti upstairs seem pretty Kosher.

Kosher just knocked.  I will add to this in a bit.. the dog and I have to pee, and well Dr. Dre can't block that out..

 

Yuletide Boneparte: Forget the Hat and Big Maps, Plans Such as These Require Larger Screen

I'm sure if I hunted long enough, I'd be related to the crazy man who tried to take over the world and almost succeeded.

I've decided laptop searching in the comforts of my bedroom are too fluffy for this year.  I am in the cave.  Cracking my neck... getting out all the *($%&)_# crap magazines..plumbing the depths of my points, vouchers and values bucks.  Coinstar, I'm comin'... to pillage that extra ten dollars.  Bed and Bath beware my tirade of return angst of lost coupons... oh be kind.

Macy's my love, stay with me. It's going to bed rough seas.

Family realizes leave the beast be... especially after the eye twitch over the word FURBY.

ARE YOU MY GET??

Child that likes records?

FURBY?

Dust Yeti Eviction

I have a love hate relationship with my floors.  I have had hardwoods for less than a year, and pulling up the carpet was crucial to my existence...as I am allergic to just about everything but drugs.  Who knew?  $*()(# irony is not lost on me.  Anyway, I never knew just how much dust and hair accumulated on my floors until the invasion of the Yeti.  The Yeti date Dust Bunnies here and procreate to the point I second-guess whether or not I've been on my hands and knees that day in a sector of my home... for all the wrong reasons. (laugh)