So yesterday was interesting. The appointment went as well as I expected. I think I was most nervous about the needles used for freezing but I lost that particular fear about the same time the Dentist had her foot on my forehead and it felt like she was yanking out my entire jawbone.
But hey, No worries, right?
To address a few issues;
The whole bloglines thing. I was *considering* reverting bluepaintred to one post on the main page and taking a nightly PPP opp. I just needed to know how many people were going to be subjected to it VIA bloglines/readers. I have decided that for now, the twenty bucks a night just isn’t worth it, but by damn if BPR ever reaches a PR6, I will be taking the 200$ opps like it’s nobody’s business!
The credit card questions were becuase we found something we really really need want This. Trust me, if you have a cat. Click the link. Every 2 months you have to change the soap cartridge and every four months you need to change the litter. The problem is, It can only be bought online. With a credit card.
I do not think I am responsible enough to have a credit card in my possession, so we are still wavering on it. The Hubs thinks it will be fine, but I know me, and money - we part ways often and quickly!
And finally, the rumor that BPR is too fucking lazy to reply to the past weeks’ worth of comments and deserves to be beaten with large strips of salami? Normally, I would beg for forgiveness, but it is true. I am lazy - feel free to take out your meat and beat me with it.
Best Of Craigslist:
Dear Crazy-As-Bat-Shit-Lady:
I am honored that you chose my ad for a mini fridge out of all the ads you could have chosen. It makes me feel good that my mini fridge will be supplying you with the ice cold beverages you’ve obviously become accustomed to.
Next time you answer one of my ads, please note the following:
1. I am not Home Depot. If you travel thirty minutes to pick up a bulky 40-pound object, please come prepared with the necessary items you’ll need to secure it to your vehicle. Yes, I have rope. I have a lot of rope. I have many different colors and sizes of rope. No, you can not have my rope. The ad said I was selling a fridge, not a fridge with rope. Nor was I selling a fridge with padding so that the pleather seats on your piece of crap car don’t get marked up.
2. What part of ‘buyer must pick up’ in the ad was confusing to you? Yes, I have a vehicle. No, I don’t want to haul your fridge all the way to East BumbleFuck on the hottest day of the year. No, I’m really really sure I don’t want to do that. No, really. I’m sure.
3. Please call me only once with ALL your questions. I left for the day, and had 5 messages on my answering machine, the last one was at 10:30 pm. Frankly lady, you were sounding a bit too crazy by the end of the day. It’s a fridge. A small metal box that keeps shit cold. I don’t have the fridge’s family tree. For all I know the fridge’s was conceived by a slutty young Maytag that graced some hillbilly’s side porch. I don’t know the exact age of the fridge. I bought it a few months ago, I used it for a couple of days, ok, I lied, I used it a whole week. The fact is, you’re not buying a race horse, you’re buying a used fridge.
4. No, I will not knock $10 bucks off the price of the fridge because your anal retentive eyes picked up the ittiest, bittiest hairline scratch from across my driveway. I’m not making judgments on you, but I’m pretty damn sure Donald Trump didn’t send you across the country to pick up a used fridge for Trump Towers. Though I’d wager the whole concept of the mini-fridge bar is a familiar one to you.
5. Yes, you can unplug a fridge without any harm to the fridge. Believe me, the fridge is fine. The manufacturers have figured out a way to extend the life of a fridge that has been unplugged. Yes, I’m absolutely sure of that. No, you did not have to leave 2 messages about your concerns with the fridge being unplugged, and frankly it was a little embarrassing having the same conversation with you in my driveway where my neighbors could hear.
6. No, I don’t have the operating instructions. I can write them down for you though: Plug fridge in. Open door. Put crap inside. Take crap out when it’s cold. Eat or drink crap.
7. I am not a fridge pimp. I don’t have any more fridges at that price. No, I don’t know where you can get another fridge at that price. Yes, I know it’s in great condition for the price, and I’m sure you’d like your other crazy-as-bat-shit-mini-fridge-buying-friends to have one just like it, but this is all I have. Here’s a thought, there’s this online classified ads website. Yeah, you may have heard of it, it’s called CRAIGSLIST. I dunno, maybe, just maybe, in this great land of ours, there’s another mini-fridge being advertised there.
8. Please remove my phone number from your address book. I think our relationship is over. Oh, and if you’ve added me to your AIM Buddy List, please delete me. Please. I beg you.
Yours truly,
The mini-fridge seller
Pee ess: My mouth hurts. A lot. But thanks to the Wisdomosities of Fantastagirl it is no longer bleeding like a son of a bitch!
First of all you should know that I just got out of the bath. It was a very short, lavender scented bubble bath. It was short becuase I ran out of book to read and I NEED a book in the bath.
I got out of the bath and began to towel off so I could go get dressed for bed, write my post and then undress for bed again. I decided to cut out the middle man and am now sitting here naked. There are still three bubbles on my left foot - oh! Two now.
(I smell like lavender, Verry Niiice)
I wanted you all to be picturing me naked as you read this. OK - wait. Dad? Not you.
Second. I need to know how many of you read me through bloglines (Or Google Reader) . This is very important and I will be making a big decision based on the answers I receive. If you do not speak up now and say you read me through bloglines you are NOT allowed to bitch if I change ..something.
And third. Most importantly. Me and Jittery need a bit of advice.
We want a credit card. No thats not true. Credit cards are evil. Worse than Carrot Top.*shivers* We do not want one at all, and are very scared to even consider applying for one, and yet the fact remains, we must get one.
Since we fear the awful powers of credit, we know next to nothing about them.
- We need one that has a LOW limit. Say five hundred.
- We also want one that is secure for online, one with reasonable interest rates (hey, whats a reasonable rate of interest for a credit card company to charge?)
- and one that has either low or no annual fees.
Are we asking for the impossible? Help us out. Should we be looking at Visa? Master card? Capital One (I like their commercials!!) or something else?
And don’t forget! I’m naked and all my bubbles have popped!
Oh wait. Shit. I guess you are left in the dark about the title of this post, eh? In Sixteen hours I am going to the dentist. It’s not as bad as it was going to be. Yesterday the plan was to remove five teeth. Today, we changed that plan to two teeth based on the fact I will have an eight, a seven, a six,a five, a three and another three year old at my house tomorrow.
Hell. T minus fifteen hours and … well whatever. Think of me and wince at 2:40 tomorrow afternoon.
Still naked.
So my day started off SO perfect. NO kids, slept till eleven. A shower All.By.Myself. No kids screaming in the living room making me come out with soapy feet and bubbly hair to kill separate them. NO Stuperman knocking on the shower door to let me know I have bubbles on my head and “dats berry silly mommy, take it off” Lemme repeat. No kids.
None.
So I went online and found out that Fantastagirl and Angel both gave me a Nice Matters award! Sweet.
See. I am too nice. They said so and They wouldn’t lie. Would they? I get to give this to fourteen hol-ehfuck.thatsalot! bloggers now. But I will do that later becuase you need to know how awesome my day was.
So the kids came home, and one would think that right there the perfect awesome wonderful day would end. But it Didn’t! See. We emptied the pool. Have you any idea how fun it is to give three kids buckets and ask them to empty a pool Without getting wet? Hilarity ensued. Also. I soaked them all.
And then? Then I went to PPP and found out that my good buddy CoffeeMom won a freaking roomba! Awesome fucking news. (I want one. Send it now)
And then? Then I checked my PayPal. Does anyone even remember why I started Whoring myself out the the wonder that is PPP?
Anyone?
*pout*
I wanted a new camera. A small one I could throw in my purse. This will be here in a week.
And then? Best of all? BFF Kissy Called me and told me she was ditching work so we could go for coffee. YAY ME.
And to tag the 14 peeps I think are nice? Innerestingly enough there are 101 blogs in my bloglines and when I take out all the porn links, and the ones that are celebsites, I still come up with more peeps than I have awardtags. Which I hate. Still. I’ll try.
Avitable - He comes across as gruff and rude, but I think he is more of a teddy bear then a profanity filled gorilla.
Mr.Fab - Now here is a weird, but nice guy. If you were to try and guess how many times I have e-mailed him with a problem you’d have to start guessing in the triple guesses. And each time I ask, he has the answers or can point me to them. Hmm. Maybe he’s not so much a Nice guy as a know it all. No matter. It’s already typed and I’m not deleting all that hard work.
Shelli - Shelli reminds me of myself except in one area. She really is a nice person. I just pretend to be.
Sheila - She rocks becuase she makes me feel loved with her constant battle for Firstdom.
CoffeeMom - She comes and drinks coffee with me. She MUST be nice!
NobodyTM - Nobody is nice. Know how nice? I’ve asked him twice to transfer blogspot blogs to dotcoms, and he did it both times. I wonder what he would say if I asked him to do it a third time for me…..
MalnurturedSnay - He hates salad and loves Harry Potter, but nicest of all? He brings people pizza!
And Uhm. Sigh. (I’m getting really tired of tagging people here).
How about MetalMom,
NotaGranny,
Monkee,
Lynda,
Miss Ann The Unlinkable,
ICANHASCHEESBURGER,
and you
That was hard. Sigh.
But srsly? I love you all.
My son had a sleep over last night. It was. . .Interesting.
For example;At one in the morning, they came up wanting me to read them a story. Uhm. Hello? No.
I told them to go back downstairs and read each other a story. So they did. They picked Ghostly Tales for the Campfire. A collection of scary stories to be read in the dead of night around, well, a campfire. Duh.
Last summer we took it to the lake with us and the stories were scary enough that I refused to walk the hundred feet from the tent to the washrooms by myself at night.
(I drove)
Still. No big deal right? Whats a bunch of scary stories when you have a lamp on all night long. Right?
I don’t think they counted on the power going out at two (for six fucking hours) nor that the thunder would be rattling the windows hard enough I was afraid they would break. But the lightning was cool. Even they had to agree with that.
So the boys whimpered and whined until three when they finally passed out from exhaustion, flashlights still on.
Me and the husband stayed up until almost four playing cards and eating brownies.
I took pictures. Because when do I not?
And in a Breaking News - Stuperman Update, I asked him to put all the shoes in the closet. He wore each pair into the closet and then took them off. These are my newest pair.
Also. I hear wedding bells. This is CoffeeMom’s Daughter. Open mouth kissing. He’s advanced for three. Or he watches The Husband and I too much.
