2009 Ends With A FAIL

Posted By on December 29, 2009

Hey! Guess what? Apparently my laptop is broken! Well, not totally, completely broken yet (seeing as I am posting this from said laptop), but I’ll be getting the blue screen of death here any time soon. (Note to self: remember to back it up.) This is God’s way of punishing for me slacking on my blogging duties and spending my days sleeping, eating and drinking. Point taken, Jesus.

Anyway, apparently my wireless card-do-hickey-thingamabob is no longer recognized. So I can no longer blog and email and Twitter from the comfort of my couch. It means I have to be plugged into the actual DSL, which is WAY over there in the second bedroom. The bedroom WITHOUT a TV. The bedroom with the futon. YAY! Wait, no, not yay.

After doing some research online (yay for iPhones!) I found out this is a common problem in this HP laptop. But not common enough to require a recall, since it only happens in one of seven laptops. HUZZAH! I should play the lottery with those odds!

So the only way to fix it is to fix the motherboard (which will be going kaput here any day now). And since it’s called the motherboard, like the MOTHERLODE, it’s not going to be cheap. And since this laptop is going on three years old, I’m thinking the most cost effective thing is going to be to buy a new laptop. Because fuck! That’s exactly what I need, because I’m just rolling in money at the end of the year! Guess I’ll sell my Christmas gift cards to help me buy a new computer.

Yes, I realize this is a first world problem. Yes, I realize I could have so many other worse things happen to me or my family. But you know what? I’m pissed! Laptops should last more than two and a half years! And people should tell you, HONESTLY, to renew your extended warranty so you’re not out a lot of money in this situation. Also, HP SHOULD TELL ME THIS, don’t you think? I mean, I do all their checks for updates, etc. Shouldn’t I have been ALERTED to this as a possible issue? I mean, one in seven is kind of high odds. If you had one in seven odds of winning the lotto, WOULDN’T YOU PLAY? Well, fuck you HP. You have up and lost my business.

So yeah, I’m pissed. And I’m going to have a glass of wine and go to bed. And curse HP and their damaged HP Pavilion laptops. And be thankful that it isn’t something worse. And be glad I bought a house this year and will have some extra money come tax refund time. THANK YOU OBAMA STIMULUS PACKAGE!

Good riddance 2009! Bah humbug.

(Noteworthy: When I previewed this post, it came up with an HP ad in the sidebar. I’m going to bet BlogHer won’t be too happy about this post since HP is a big sponsor. THEN GIVE ME A FREE MOTHERBOARD AND WE WILL CALL IT EVEN, HP!)

Christmustache Hangover

Posted By on December 27, 2009

Oh, hello there internet. I really didn’t plan to have such a long break in posting to this fine blog here, but well, life just got busy, as it is wont to do around this time of year. The good thing is everyone else is busy, so it isn’t like we’re missing out on much happening in each other’s lives. Plus, I am still a Twitteraholic and after watching 17 episodes of Intervention this weekend, I’m waiting to see the one on the intervention for the internet addict. Because that could be awesome!

Anyway, did you all have a nice Christmas holiday? Or for those of you who don’t celebrate, did you have a nice Friday? I had quite a busy weekend. On top of getting a nasty ice/sleet storm on Wednesday, I also spent the entire day on Christmas Eve baking. And I’m not talking about slice and bake cookies. I’m talking I made bread. HOME. MADE. BREAD. That you have to let rise and knead and roll and braid! And it was fantastic, if I do say so myself. (Even if braiding is one skill I NEVER GOT.)

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CHALLAH!

Since most of you reading weren’t at our Christmas celebration, I’ll basically fill you in on the gist of it (and I’m sure my mom and aunt will back me up) – I got there early because my sister was only stopping by and I wanted to see her. So I started drinking way earlier than most people. I got wasted, told everyone how wasted I was, talked REALLY LOUD, patted myself on the back repeatedly for my awesome challah (HOLLA!) and then kept telling everyone how drunk I was. IT WAS THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!

Seriously, though, it was actually really nice. There was no drama, the food was awesome (CHALLAH!) and the booze was plentiful. So it was a really nice day. Even better since I didn’t have to drive my mom and grandma anywhere (it was at their house) so I could afford to get wasted and just stay over night. That doesn’t usually happen.

I spent the rest of the weekend with my brother and his family, helping Noah and Skyler break in all their new toys. Since Auntie was too drunk to play with them on Christmas. I got to see all their new toys, their stocking stuffers and have Skyler pretty me up by putting hair glitter gel in my hair. Which I promptly forgot about until I was going to bed and wondered why my hair was crusty.

And we played plenty of Band Hero. Check out the video below. I think my niece is going to be a star! She already knows so many of the words to songs and she’s only four! Takes after her Auntie!

Here is Skyler singing some of the words to Taylor Swift’s Love Story, with my brother rocking out on drums. (And the dog barking like a crazy person in the background. Because she probably saw a piece of fuzz on the carpet.)

So tell me, fair readers, what have you been up to? How was your long weekend? What have I missed in your exciting lives? Since clearly NOTHING has been going on in mine.

Groundhog Day

Posted By on December 15, 2009

I’m sitting in the Pittsburgh airport right now typing this. Apparently our flight had mechanical problems and couldn’t take off to get here to Pittsburgh. So they had to switch the plane (THANK GOD) and then finally took off. If it isn’t weather, it’s a borked plane.

By the time I post it, I’ll probably be back in Chicago, so you can SHOO! burglars and unseemly people. It’s not like my delay has been short. We’re looking at 2 hours, at the very least. The plane has still not landed from Chicago, but it is “in range” which means it is close. And since this airport kind of shuts down at this time of night, it should have an easy landing and make it to the gate shortly. And then hopefully I’ll be on my way home. HOPEFULLY. (SPOILER: I made it home safely. We only took off 2 1/2 hours late.)

This happens every time I travel back to Chicago from Pittsburgh. EVERY. TIME. I should go look through my archives and show you all the posts I typed as I was sitting in the gate area, waiting and waiting and waiting for my flight to take off. (Like this one!) Because say what you will about Pittsburgh, they not only have a mall in their airport (seriously! Gap! Nine West! Clinique!), they also have free wifi.

The end.

Seriously. That’s all I have. I’ve been gone for only about 36 hours, and yet it feels like seven days. And Christmas is next week? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? But I am trying to make a point to post more often. I’m attempting to post every night this week. But I know that won’t happen because we have our annual cookie exchange on Thursday night and that just basically means an excuse to get together and drink mulled wine. So let’s be real, I will be home late. And will be drunk. I’m already planning to take a cab.

Which really, did we need this post? Just to say I posted? No one is clicking through Google Reader for this crap.

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I will let you know that this photo is currently the wallpaper on my iPhone.

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Let me tell you, when the alarm on my phone went off this morning, way too early, and I looked at that photo, it automatically made it a better day. I think I have finally found out HOW to become a morning person.

Now if I could just find a way to wake up next to him, and not a photo on my phone.

Mmmmmmm…………Mikey V.

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I’m feeling very unloved. I changed my status on Gmail to “Who Wants to Entertain Me?” while I’m sitting here, WAITING, in the airport. And no one has taken me up on my offer. SAD PANDA.

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On my flight out to Pittsburgh, they had the TSA at our gate doing random secondary checks. I’m a little perplexed as to what they were looking for. I mean, we all went through security and they don’t sell bombs in Hudson News. What is the point? Of course they picked me and looked through my purse. Scratch that, they looked IN my purse. Just glanced in it. The security at Wrigley is more thorough than that.

At least the TSA didn’t steal my baby. Can you imagine?!?

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The other day I was leaving work and I was following a woman who had a tag on her bag that said HIV+. And I was confused. Was she supporting some sort of cause for AIDS education and research? Or was she warning everyone, in the event she was bleeding profusely, to not touch her without rubber gloves? Don’t they have medical alert bracelets for those kinds of things?

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Thanks for all your comments on my post yesterday. I probably shouldn’t have written it during commercial breaks of Intervention and Hoarders. (WHY DON’T HOTELS HAVE DVRs?) I don’t think I conveyed my point correctly. I really DO NOT condone disciplining someone else’s child, except in very rare cases, like someone is throwing a rock at my niece’s head. My point in writing it was that I was really curious about the way the radio host acted, that it should NEVER be allowed. And while I respect her opinion as a parent, I also think that there are always going to be situations where it MAY be necessary for safety. Never is a strong word.

Well, fuck. I’m not even really explaining my explanation that well. At least I didn’t piss off the blogsphere with my opinions. Because that’s what I was fearing. Because I was in a meeting all day today and couldn’t fight fires and reply to comments. Thankfully that didn’t happen. Since no one really reads anymore. (Hence why I’m trying to post more often.)

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Hey! Our plane is here! I actually am posting this from Pittsburgh!

(Well, not really. I post ahead. Don’t tell anyone.)

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Actually, they boarded before I could post. So I’m home.

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What Would You Do?

Posted By on December 14, 2009

This morning as I was getting ready, I was listening to one of the local Chicago morning radio shows. A topic came up about a recent news story where a kid was at a house for a birthday party or something, and the kid grabbed a knife. And the adult of the house apparently slapped the kid or hit the kid and then screamed at the kid for picking up the knife.

So the discussion on the radio was about slapping a kid that is not your own and have you done it, would you do it, is it wrong to do it?

The one co-host of the show is a mom and has a young daughter, about four or five. She was adamant in the “never slap someone else’s kid” camp. And she thought, even in this situation, where a kid was wielding a knife, that you should NEVER touch someone else’s kid. And if you do, you should be sued.

As I was listening to this and all the callers calling in, with half being OK with the slapping, the other half NOT OK with the slapping, I started to think where I stood. Obviously there are a lot of things that go into the equation. If I was this woman at the party and some kid picked up a large knife, around many other children, my first instinct would be to snatch the thing out of his/her hand. Especially if that child’s parent didn’t happen to be attending the party. Would I purposely slap the kid, or the kid’s hand, in that situation? If kids were in danger, what would I do in that situation?

I’m sure I’m going to piss off all the mothers out there, but in a situation where someone is going to be harmed, especially someone I love, I’m going to do anything to protect my kid/loved one. I’m not a mom, but I have the Mama Bear instinct and it comes up when it needs to.

Last year I was at the park with my niece Skyler. It was actually her birthday and I was taking her to the park to get her out of her mom’s hair, while my SIL got ready for the party. And since I am not one to say no to any time with my favorite niece, I of course took her. It was a Friday afternoon and there weren’t a lot of kids at the park. Most of the older kids were still in school. It was just Skyler and another little boy, who was probably about her age, maybe a year or two older.

Skyler will talk to most any kid at the park. She’s definitely like her Auntie in that way. But this little guy, he was a little weird and wanted to do things like throw sand and wood chips and not actually play on the playground equipment. He was at the park with someone who appeared to be his nanny. Nanny was on the phone at the very edge of the park with her back turned, not paying one lick of attention.

Skyler and I played on all the slides and jungle gyms. I’m the best Auntie ever because I LOVE playing at the park! This little boy kind of followed us around. I felt bad for him because he was clearly craving attention. So I tried to include him.

At one point Skyler wanted to go on the swings. So I was pushing her and we were talking, you know, very philosophical discussions about Barbie and Dora and ice cream. While I was pushing her on the swing, this little boy came up and was talking to us. I tried to entertain him. He didn’t want to swing, so he just stood next to me as I pushed Skyler. Since Skyler uses her inside voice outside, I always push her on the swing from the front, so I can hear what she is saying.

So as we were chatting and swinging, the little boy starts talking to us. He’s talking little kid nonsense and I’m trying to amuse him. And the next thing I know, he picks up a really big rock, and looks like he’s about to throw it at Skyler’s head. At first I tell him to put it down. I tell him NOT to throw the rock because that’s not nice and someone  can get hurt. I look over at nanny on the cell phone, yell louder to the kid to PUT DOWN THE ROCK. He clearly isn’t listening. And then I see him cock back his arm and aim that rock for my niece’s head.

And that’s when I slapped the kid’s hand. I slapped the rock out of his hand so it deflected and did not hit Skyler. And I would do the exact same thing in that situation if it happened again tomorrow.

I know enough moms and have been around kids enough to know that there are so many sides to scenarios like these. If I sent my kid to a birthday party and some other kid picked up a knife, I would hope the host would do something about it. And if slapping the kid’s hand is the way to keep all those other kids safe, then OK. But I also know that some people resort to slapping and screaming as a first line of defense, when that isn’t always the right thing to do.

But I also don’t believe that slapping someone else’s kid is always a bad thing. Again, I’m not talking about SMACKING or physically hurting a kid. I’m talking about an example like the one I mentioned above with my niece and the rock. A situation where I thought slapping the rock out of his hand was the only option of keeping my niece out of harm’s way.

I’m sure most parents are going to say they are so glad that it wasn’t their kid’s hand that I slapped a rock out of. And how dare I? But I stand by my choice. I stand by protecting my niece, first and foremost.

(This would probably be a good time to put a plea out to Ali for her to tell you I’m actually very good with kids! And I don’t actually go around harming kids on purpose! And that kids love me! RIGHT ALI????)

But this all makes me wonder, what is you opinion on this? What are your thoughts on someone else disciplining your kid? Is it because I’m not a parent that I even thought about, let alone actually went through with, slapping the rock out of that boy’s hand? What would you do in this situation?

Tis The Season To Be………Overwhelmed?

Posted By on December 13, 2009

Ugh the holiday season. Am I right?

I thought this year would be different. I shopped early. I was ahead of the game. I was PREPARED. But then like it always happens, a lot of stuff came up. And now I’m sitting here with a tummy ache (official medical term) either from stress and worry or because I ate too much string cheese today. Could really go either way.

I love the holidays. It’s filled with parties and wine and cookies and treats and more wine and food. It is the most wonderful time of the year! Also the time to be stretched thin and worry about your pants not fitting.

This year is particularly stressful. This week I have 1,000 things to do. I’m traveling for work, which is really throwing me off. I’m only gone for like 36 hours, so not even a long time, but those 2 days away from home are FUCKING STRESSING ME OUT! I have gifts to wrap, food to make, cookies to bake and all I keep thinking is WHEN WILL I GET IT ALL DONE? WHEN?

This weekend I was supposed to be busy. We had our work holiday party on Friday night, I had a ton of errands to run Saturday, a birthday party Saturday night and then football watching in a bar on Sunday. Out of all that, I ended up going to the work holiday party. Because my body decided to stress itself out and make me not feel so well, so to be sure, I just stayed inside most of the weekend. Which makes a shit ton of sense because hi! My coping mechanism is to hibernate and just shut it, shut it down.

So, tummy ache is still here, but I did get some things done this weekend that I wouldn’t have gotten done otherwise. So staying in was ultimately a good decision. I ran my errands and did as much as I could over the weekend to make the week as stress-free as possible. And my events/plans coming up aren’t all that stressful, really. It’s just knowing that I have A LOT going on between now and Christmas is just a tad overwhelming.

Remind me of this in January and February when I have NOTHING going on. WHY MUST IT BE ALL PACKED INTO A FEW WEEKS? WHY?

Or maybe my tummy knew the only way to get me to catch up on Jersey Shore was to spend the weekend indoors and not shower. If so tummy ,I  THANK YOU. Best. Reality Show. EVER. Who needs The Real World when you have the Guidos and Guidettes of Jersey Shore? Bada bing, bada boom!

So internet, since I’ve been hibernating and off the computer, what’s new with you? How was your weekend?