Pole Dancing In The Dark

Need a nap

Been busy lately. Had a lot of work done on the house lately. Since March, we’ve done siding, windows, finished the bathroom, painted the kitchen, painted the trim outside, painted the porch (inside), cleaned out the bedroom that was used for storage of big cardboard boxes, moved the existing bed into newly cleaned bedroom, stained the faux wood windows inside, and replaced the carpet in the basement. We’ve also bought a new bed, coffee maker (mine died) and bean grinder (‘cuz it looked good with the matching coffee maker) HDWS TV, DVD player (actually, we went through three of them due to defectiveness), surround sound speakers and entertainment center to hold all the stuff. Just doing our part to stimulate the economy.

We bought one of those sleep number beds and at first I was worried that we wasted our money on something that was terribly uncomfortable. Hubster loved it immediately, but then again, the man can sleep through a nuclear holocaust. Besides, I think he was just happy that he was no longer being poked by the down feathers on the feather bed we bought to extend the life of our existing mattress. (Note: Never ever ever skimp on a bed. We bought one of those name brand knock offs and it only lasted a year.) I, on the other hand, am one of those “princess and pea” type sleepers. I wake up to the sound of the cat licking itself two floors down. So, the first night with the new bed, I realized the air tank part of the mattress seemed to be on a weird angle that made it feel as if I were being rolled out of bed all night. It was annoying. But I decided to give the damn thing a chance, after adjusting the numbers (air pressure) and now, I sleep like a rock. Of course that could be due to sheer exhaustion after sleeping on a crap mattress after 8 years. My only real complaint is the memory foam pillow top. It reflects body heat really well. That will help in the winter, but in the summer, it really kind of sucks waking up drenched in sweat - even with the air conditioner on. Was that too much personal information?

Guess what?!?!?!? It appears the president has to pee. Now let’s get on with some real news.

My mom forced me (by gun point – I thought liberals were anti-gun… ok, kidding, there were no guns, it just felt that way as she has the insane catholic school theacher / mother / vice principal glare down to a science. The woman still scares me) to go out with her and help her purchase a new computer. Sounds easy enough, right? Right… no, not in the least. The last computer she bought was a 486 with 4 MB ram. Naturally, after loading Windoze on it, the thing was virtually unusable. She has been looking for a new one ever since… yes, for 10 years there has been this never ending dialog about buying a new computer. My father has been arguing that they were never buying another one because of how soon the first one went all obsolete on their asses. I usually keep my mouth shut during these diatribes because I all ready know how it’s going to end. My mother is going to nag my father almost to death, and then he will give in. It’s worked that way for 45 years, I see no reason for them to change it now.

Anyway, I am relieved to say that the purchase was successful. She picks up her pre-loaded computer tomorrow night. It’s a HP. That’s all I am saying about that. Someone I know should be expecting many a support call because my mother never believes that I know what I am talking about. Also, I told her that I refuse to help her out in any way if she loads AOHell on the system. I know she will try to sneak it past me. I have a feeling that I will be required to set up the computer for her when she brings it home.

I have also been busy reading. I have just recently discovered The Inheritance Trilogy (even though only the first two books have been written.) I really enjoyed the first two books and recommend them to anyone who enjoyed Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. It’s not the great literary work of Tolkien, but considering the author’s age, it is still damn impressive.

I also watched a couple movies this weekend. The Exorcism of Emily Rose, which, considering a lot of the crap that is found in the horror genre these days, this one was better than most. It’s been described as Law and Order meets the Exorcist, but really the horror aspects of the film were not gory, which in my humble opinion, is refreshing. It was slightly creepy and it made me think about the possibilities of possession and higher powers. Being raised Catholic, I always believed in the existence of demons, and even though I have fallen way from the church, I still believe that there are paranormal aspects to life that we don’t fully understand.

The Boondock Saints was a good story speaking to the immorality of the indifference of men. It was also very amusing. Besides, give me a hot guy with a good irish brogue, and I am all about paying attention. Seriously, as long as you don’t mind violence (it wasn’t overly gory either) directed towards real criminals – it’s a good flick.

Million Dollar Baby – it won awards for a reason. It’s a three to four Kleenex box movie. And it was very sad on many levels, not the least of which is seeing how very old Clint is. By the way Clint, if you are going to do the sign of the cross in a movie, at least know how it is supposed to be done. It’s a little thing, but it’s easy to remedy. Only rent this if you are looking for a good cry.

We received a call from our credit card company today, asking us if we had moved to Nepal and bought over $6000 dollars worth of jewelry. Hubster sort of suspect that I may have suddenly sprouted a “sparkly” addiction, but then he had to concede that I haven’t been to Nepal. I am just glad it’s one of those companies that covers that kind of thing. Which is the important message part of this entry. Protect your information, get credit cards that have limits on them and are protected from theft, and never order on a site that doesn’t have any security. Also, remember that even the secure sites get hacked. Protect yourselves.

Oh, and by the way... .AAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!! Avast! Ahoy! You scurvy dogs, get to scrubbing the mast, a 'fore I makes ya walk da plank!!!!! Aaaarrrrr!!!

Move along

Posted by Ethne at September 19, 2005 04:53 PM | TrackBack