February 19, 2008

My 12-Step Program to Quit Britney

Okay, really, my fascination with all things Britney (and her trainwreck life) has devolved into a sad little abnormal obsession that involves periodic and regular checks of certain web sites to see what’s developed in the last five minutes. “Gotta get my Britney fix!” I’d exclaim, before gleefully clicking my favorites to find out what idiotic thing the poor girl has done now. I cheered for her parents’ much-needed return, and booed the antics of evil-incarnate Sam Lufti.

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February 7, 2008

Dial R for Rip-Off

As many of you know, our phone service at the house went wonky about a month ago. Maybe it’s been longer than that, I don’t remember. Anyway, all I know is that for most of the past month we’ve been unable to make or receive calls. No dial tone. At all. The landline phone keypad doesn’t even light up when plugged into the phone jack now. We disconnected all the cordless phones, even taking out their batteries. We let the phone line rest for a bit (per the instructions from the phone company). We looked in the phone box on the back of the house to plug in a landline there, to try to determine if the problem is inside the house, or outside the house. Since there isn’t a jack in the box (ha ha), there is no way to test it. We did get phone service back, myseriously, for a few days in the middle, but now it’s out again.

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February 7, 2008

A half-brained idea

Ornithologists concluded that migratory birds take hundreds of naps as they fly; they also practice unilateral eye closure, in which one eye closes, thereby permitting half the brain to sleep.

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February 6, 2008

Smash Wednesday

Today is Ash Wednesday, which I forgot, as is evidenced by the fact that I had a buffalo chicken samich for lunch at Trainwreck. Oops.

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January 25, 2008

And now it’s time to go to work!

I’m sitting at my new dining room table, typing this on our laptop in between bites of Raisin Bran. You’d think after 6 months of eating Raisin Bran every morning for breakfast I’d be tired of it. I would have thought that, too, but then again I never thought I’d view food as a necessary evil that takes time away from the “important” things I have to get done.

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January 23, 2008

Happy Mirthday, Hubster!

Last night as we studied, I grew increasingly frustrated at the intricacies of accounting. Working with numbers does not come naturally to me. I’m one of the most calculator-dependent people in the world. As opposed to my husband, The Human Abacus, who can eye up a cart full of groceries and predict the total cost to within 50 cents (with tax!). It freaks me out when he does that, almost as much as when he says exactly what the sports announcer says, only 30 seconds sooner.

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