I'm 29 years old and I'm a PC................for now

I recently became the owner of a shiny new iPhone 3Gs. Mostly because my husband totally rocks and gave me his phone upgrade. I was sad to see my Blackberry Curve go, and am still having a hard time putting it in the mail to my niece...even though I promised it to her like 2 minutes after I got my iPhone.

The more I use the iPhone, the more I love it. I loved my iPod video that I got for my birthday in 2005, and I really really love my iPhone. I took it over to my parents house the same day I got it, and my dad - who has vowed for years (YEARS!) to never ever ever ever neeeever ever EVER own anything Apple makes, played with mine for about 5 minutes and had me take him to the mall so he could get one. That's how great they are. They actually converted my dad.

ANYWAY!

The more times I go to an Apple Store (when you walk in, and you put your hand on the door handle and slowly open it...I'm convinced you can hear angels singing) the more I like the MacBook Pro. The more I like it, the more my HP Laptop is starting to resemble a turd. Every other time I turn the thing on, I get the "Active Desktop Recovery" error on my desktop, D reformatted it a month ago and for about 10 minutes it worked like new and now it runs slow again...I get all kinds of errors on it...etc, etc, etc.

For me to be considering spending more than a grand on a new laptop is quite the deal. I'm unemployed, unmotivated to become not unemployed, and I'm sitting here conceiving ideas in my head on how to get my hands on a MacBook. Everything I've read about them makes me think they're a little piece of heaven with little to no problems.

Anyway. If I got one, it won't be tomorrow, or probably even this year, but it's on the radar...it's calling my name. I can hear it..............."Buuuuuuuuuuuy meeeeeeeeeeee..........buuuuuuuuuuuy meeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

Disney-Mania

Last year we went to Disney World and ended up buying into the Disney Vacation Club. My big thing about buying into it was to make sure that we could use it for other places besides just for Disney vacations, and as soon as I learned that you could, I couldn't encourage my husband enough to sign up.

We figure that Disney vacations are fun for all of us...we don't spend our entire vacation in the parks, we usually rent a car and go out to explore the area we're in...if we're in LA, we visit friends and next year when we go back to Florida, we'll be renting a car and travelling to Vero Beach for the last few days of our vacation.

Anyway, our next trip is at the end of August. We're spending a week in LA, visiting friends, and going to Disneyland. We're going to be doing Soak City on our first day there, and then in the middle of the week or towards the end, we'll be spending the day at Newport Beach - one of our favorite places to go in LA.

So yeah, I guess you could say that we are a "Disney Family" - people give us a hard time about it, and it used to bother me, but it's getting to the point where I'm starting to embrace it.

I don't know why I needed to get that off my chest and I'm done now!

Happy 4th of July

Just wanted to pop by and wish you all a happy, fun, and safe holiday.

My husband bought a kayak this week so we will most likely be on the ship canal watching him and H kayak their hearts out.

What day is it? No, seriously.

A few months ago I often talked about how grateful I was that I survived the week. Today though, is Friday (so I've been told) and my husband was saying how grateful he was that he survived the week and I said, "Well I'm really happy for you that you survived the week and that you're looking forward to the weekend. I, on the other hand, apparently have nothing to look forward to because I had no idea today was Friday."

I really need to get out more. This unemployment biz is really rotting my brain. I haven't started watching soap operas yet, and I am not a soccer mom on speed or heroin yet, so I think I still have time before I turn into complete mush.

Lastnight after I was ordered off the computer by my 7 year old, I cleaned the house. When I say I cleaned the refrigerator, I don't mean that I threw out food that I don't remember buying...I did that too, but I mean that I pulled out the racks and scrubbed them and removed the bins in the bottom and scrubbed them and the floor of the fridge too. It was gross. Trust me. Who knew that Jelly Belly's could actually grow mold. I do. That's who.

After I was done with that (as if that wasn't enough) I vacuumed. The whole time I was doing the vacuuming I was doing the "Ow my lower back hurts" pose. You know the one. The one where you stand on one foot and rest the other one so it relieves the pressure...or you lean up against the wall for support, or you lean half over, towards the vacuum and kind of scoot around the house to clean. I'm sure if someone had been watching through the windows they would've thought I was practicing some weird dance...but really it was just me being stubborn and refusing to sit down.

My husband came home lastnight too. At like 1:00 a.m. He came to bed and gave me this weird hug because I was laying on my side, I put my arm over his head and kind of mumbled hello and I think he was trying to talk to me but I just fell to sleep midsentence. I think I'm still catching up on sleep after my trip because I felt really really drugged when I got up this morning at 9:00 a.m. (I wish 7 year olds had a snooze button).

I had this grand plan to go on a picnic with the child, but we ended up staying in my bedroom today watching Nickelodeon and Disney tv shows while D worked. When he was off the clock we drove down to the airport so he could pick up a bag of goodies he accidentally left at the parking garage and then we went to Five Guys Burger and Fries for a late lunch/early dinner which turned into a right-on-time-dinner because we got kind-of lost trying to find it.

Anyway - hopefully the weekend will be relaxing and I'll catch up on rest. I just want to sleep!

I'll leave you with this. I'm watching CMT's Crossroads with Jason Aldean and Brian Adams and this particular performance seriously rocked my world.

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R.I.P.

A slow and quiet day is all I asked for

We got home lastnight around 8 p.m., ate dinner, showered and went to bed. Almost immediately.

My cat hated me for leaving him, D said that all day Tuesday he walked around the house meowing and doing his sad little "bark" looking for me...I know, right? Totally adorable huh? When we got home lastnight he glared at me silently from behind his kitty condo to punish me for leaving him, but after 10 or 15 minutes he either decided I'd been sufficiently punished or he couldn't stand it any longer, and he jumped up in my lap and fell asleep.

I was awakened around 3:00 a.m. when I rolled over and my foot kicked something at the foot of my bed. I heard a "hmpgh!" and realized, "OH CRAP! I kicked H." Yeah. She had crawled into bed with me and was curled up at the end of my bed like a puppy. I didn't realize this and chopped her right in the forehead. She crawled up next to me and said, "It's ok Mom, I forgive you for kicking me." NICE!

When we got up I made us bacon and eggs for breakfast (Did I mention that D is out of town? Yeah. We haven't seen him since Monday morning.) and we relaxed for a few hours before we went out to run some errands. As we were leaving the house, my key got stuck in the lock and bent a little bit when I pulled it out. So we went out and were gone for about 3 hours. Came home in the rain and tried to open my door. Stuck. Wouldn't unlock. I assumed it was the bent key that was keeping it from working so I dragged H back outside into the rain, with all the stuff we had purchased...got in the car and drove to a lock and key place...which was closed for 20 minutes. We sit in the rain and wait...and wait...and wait. I get the new key and we rush home (did I mention we had ice cream in the car? It was melting f.a.s.t.)...still wouldn't unlock the door. Something is definetly hinky with the lock now.

Just when I was resigned to the fact we'd have to drive across town (again) in the rain with ice cream melting in my trunk and beg my parents to let us sleep on their couch tonight, I noticed that my bedroom window was open. I pried the screen off and was about to climb through the window when I decided that job was best left to the smallish child in my company. She climbed through and opened the door.

As we were bringing in our bags she said, "Mom? That made me really uncomfortable. Please don't lock us out again."

My #200

It's post #200 :-) I know you're all wondering what I've got up my sleeve for this momentous occasion. SO AM I! If I think of anything good, I'll let you know.

Me and my dad and H are in Spokane, we got here Monday and we're leaving in about an hour, which is just in time because it's going to be like 10,000 degrees hot here today and we know I don't swing that way.

My brother-in-law (BIL) leaves for work at like 5 a.m. or something, right? So he gets up at 4 a.m. When his alarm clock went off yesterday morning it shook the house. Who has an alarm clock that loud? When he came out to the kitchen to put his stuff together, the light woke H up and she assumed that since someone was awake it must be an appropriate time to wake up. So she gets up and goes into her cousins room, flicks on the light and starts getting dressed. I didn't see any of this because I got up to use the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom I said "Good Morning!" to BIL, and when he said it back I was 1/2 way back to the couch where I was sleeping. When I heard from behind him, "Good morning Mama!" I stopped so fast I slid on the kitchen floor. Yeah. NO. It's the middle of the night, only crazy people and BIL get up this early. I made her go back to bed. Couldn't believe it.

Somewhere in my sisters house I managed to lose my deodorant, so it might be a long ride home...I'll let you know how that ends. My car also got egged. Sorry, no pictures of that gem, but the little delinquents got everyone's car that was parked on the street, for about 9 blocks...can you imagine how much coin went into buying those eggs? Did their parents notice that their family-pack of eggs from Sam's Club was gone?

My sister: "I've lived on this street for a long time and that's never happened before!"

Me: "Great! I park here for 12 hours and the delinquents come out of the woodwork to egg the cars."

Me and some friends on facebook decided that they deserve to be hunted down and dealt with in ways only my mob on "Mafia Wars" deals with people like that.

Fo' gedda boud it!