Busy. Very busy today. Lots of stuff to do.
Going to the bar now for vodka.
Yes, I know it’s not yet 5PM.
The coworker and I do not care.
Because I know you’re bored…. McSweeney Recommends.
Is it so very wrong that watching Al Roker fall on TV made me laugh really, really hard?
Yeah. I thought so.
Grabbed this from her.
We’re having a Nor’easter.
It’s bloody freezing and raining and yech. I don’t particularly like today.
And Rosa Parks died. She was 92.
Lovely day. Eh.
When I turn in a project, and everyone says it’s done.
Then I get 10 emails two days later telling me why it’s not done and “can you get that done now?”
Damn, damn, damn.
ARGH.
And it’s freaking cold too.
It’s only logical that less than 12 hours after my parents leave, I get a leak in my ceiling. I mean, why not?
The upstairs tenant left water in his sink (or something) and it leaked through my ceiling. Lovely. Fortunately, everyone is congenial and so the landlord will spackle, plaster, paint? my ceiling tomorrow.
My apartment is back to being very quiet. The cats are ridiculously pleased and I am quite happy to be in my own bed.
It’s been quite cold these last few days—39—and I’ve had to turn the heat on and put the electric blanket on my bed. 🙂
I can’t wait for it to snow…
My parents are leaving in a few hours. Apparently we’re doing a marathon-stay-up-until-we-leave deal… they have to be at the airport at 430AM. Ugh. So we’re watching reruns of Law and Order, lol.
It was really fun to have them here. Once we got over the initial stress of going to PA and dealing with all the shit that entails, we really had a good time. 🙂
My house is very, very clean—thanks to my mom and a new vacuum. 😛 And my dad fixed my shower door, installed new curtains, put in my new showerhead, installed all the screens in my windows and put together all of my new tools.
I’m very sad they’re leaving so soon—they’re debating coming back for Thanksgiving or Christmas, though…
My dad’s hardly ever allowed to go shopping by himself. Mainly because he a) tends to come home with too much random stuff, b) spends to much money on random stuff and c) forgets what he was supposed to buy in the first place.
His latest toy—which he hasn’t purchased because my mom would have killed him—is the Roboraptor from Radio Shack. He wants to use it to chase the cats at home. :::eyes rolling:::
Anyway, the other day he was at Walmart buying a vacuum cleaner (which he subsequently took back because it was seriously used… then the people at Walmart thought he hadn’t paid for it and was returning it, etc., so they gave him grief and after returning it, he left and went to Target… vowing to never, ever step foot in Walmart again)—and he saw a movie bin and decided to paw through it. He came home with a vacuum cleaner and four movies, but without the Diet Coke. 😛
One of the movies he got was Alexander.
“It was a really great price,” he said. “I couldn’t pass it up.”
So after cooking lobster tonight (yum), we decided to pop in a movie.
Alexander was first.
I couldn’t manage to jump to the menu on the DVD.
It was just a “Making of” feature.
My dad asks, snickering, “Did you put in the wrong DVD?”
So I went over to check and see… and lo and behold, I did not.
In fact, I had put in the right DVD. The only one he brought home.
It wasn’t my fault he didn’t read the DVD case.
That read, in bold type, right on the top of the cover:
EXCLUSIVE PROMOTIONAL DISC
DOES NOT CONTAIN THE FILM
My mom and I were convulsing with laughter.
Of course, that could be partially caused by the large quantities of vodka and rum we have consumed.
hehe 🙂
My dad is watching E-Ring. It’s a new Pentagon-based drama with Benjamin Bratt in it and my dad has never seen it.
Every time they mention a weapon or helicopter, my dad goes into an “Oooh,” and then I get to hear a short story about when he was in such and such and those helicopters (the Spector) saved his life. He’s saying, “It has a cannon on the back and it has a vulcan mounted on it and it can fire 100 rounds a second.”
He has this giddy grin on his face—he really needed to have boys. He needs a son, lol.
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Earlier today we were heading to lunch and my mom mentioned that dad had bought me a toolbox. An actual toolbox, not the cardboard box I had been using… 😛
I was laughing, and he said, “Well now when people come over and need a hammer, you’ll be able to find it.”
I replied, “Oh well the hammer is right by my bed. Just in case, you know.”
And he rolled his eyes and said, “Oh I moved that and replaced it with a boot knife.”
Then I rolled my eyes.
“I also put one in the kitchen and in the living room.”
“Dad,” I said, “The hammer would’ve been fine. But anyway it’s a very safe area and I’m not concerned.”
He shook his head. “No, the knife. A hammer could be snatched and used to beat you with. It’s much harder to wrestle a sharp knife from your hand.”
It was about this time that he mentioned he had been planning our next vacation…
He wants us to go to a gun training camp in Nevada for a week, it’s called Frontsight. For firearms training.
He said, “I’m thinking it’s a Christmas present for everybody.”
—I couldn’t remember what the site was called, so I asked him. Then as we were talking about it and I was laughing, he said, “Hey, I thought everyone would appreciate it, but fine…”
To which I responded, “Dad, you’re just a blog posting a day, do you know that?”
He’s cracking up as I finish this. 🙂
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We had lunch at a fabulous little Portuguese restaurant. They’ve never had Portuguese food, and the steak plate and the Shrimp Mozambique was a huge hit.
So were the homemade hot peppers and bread.
We got some of both to go, lol.
The coworker will be so pleased. 🙂
I forgot to mention this yesterday, what in all the excitement of my parents ripping apart my apartment, etc., but my trashcan was missing again on Monday evening.
WTF people. Seriously.
It wasn’t my landlord and it was left on my porch yesterday afternoon, dirty, once again, with some sort of mud.
My dad would like to stay another week and have a stakeout, complete with weapons, motion detectors and pizza.
Alas, he cannot, as they leave on Saturday.
So he’s doing something else to it. I have no idea what, but he’s “formulating a plan of attack.” :::eyes rolling:::
“You need a man. Make sure when you find one, he likes to clean.”
Said in response to my, “Mom, the door locks just fine. I don’t live in NYC and I don’t need six locks.”
Sweet, I know.