Thursday, February 28, 2008
Bad Robot
Who do I think I am? It’s been, what, a full week since I wrote a blog. Disgraceful. You may be right. I may be crazy. But, as I keep on reminding you, it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for. At any rate, here’s a blog.
So we’ve moved. We did it. It is done. All things considered, it went smoothly and, being unemployed as I am, I’ve made good time making things feel like a home, if I do say so. The main rooms don’t have boxes any more (let’s not talk about the baby’s room, which is where boxes of crap go to die). I’ve put up curtains (rods first, then curtains; be impressed). How about this: I even changed out our two decrepit faucet fixtures.
That’s right, come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come on. I’m your handy man. Well, woman. With safety goggles, a wrench, and a lot of moxie, I undertook a (minor) plumbing project. I plumbed the depths. And though the fixtures are not super impressive (I just bought the cheapest ones they had at lowe’s, but at least they’re not a thousand years old anymore), every time I turn on a tap, I glow with pride.
Well, I did yesterday. Then, this morning as my darling husband got ready for work he said from the bathroom, “there seems to be a plumbing problem in here.” “Is it the toilet?” I asked hopefully. “no…” “it’s not the sink is it?” “ummm…”
As it turns out, I wasn’t totally the wiz I thought I was and one of the taps wasn’t quite connected as tightly as it should have been. Whoops. However, it’s fixed now and I’m slowly trying to build up that pride again.
So! Matt has a new job and it becomes ever more apparent how unemployed I am. Which, rationally, it wouldn’t make much sense for me to get a job just now, with a bambino on the way, but I still have a serious case at stay at home guilt. Which, now that I think about it, is probably what spurred on my ultra-productive days since we’ve been here. My thought process goes something like this, “If I’m not going to contribute financially beyond my freelance, by george, we shall have curtains!” It makes me feel better. However, due to the clip with which I have undertaken these get-rid-of-guilt projects, I’ll be out of stuff to do by next week. Hmmm. That could be a problem.
Did I tell you of my new obsession? I get a jigsaw puzzle delivered to my inbox everyday. Holy craps. It’s magnificent. However, I am usually 2 to 3 minutes slower than the average at putting them together. Still, I shall conquer this and become a jigsaw specialist. I can feel it.
Um, hi, Jackson 5, can you NOT contribute to my guilt? Itunes just pulled up the song Sugar Daddy. Honestly.
So the academy awards came and went. For one of the first times in a long time, I actually watched it. Matt and I went to his aunt and uncle’s house (dressed as Juno and Bleeker) to watch. I’ll be honest; for the most part it was pretty boring and as expected, No Country swept most of the big ones. it was a deserving movie, so I can’t get too mad but I feel like There Will Be Blood was robbed. Nicest moment of the night: when John stewart let the chick from Once come back on and give her acceptance speech. Honestly, she is probably the cutest thing in the world. Maybe I’ve just got the warm fuzzies towards her from the movie, but…I don’t know. She seems like good people.
Have we talked about how great Lost has been this season? Because I would just like to weigh in with this assessment: pretty. Flipping. Great.
Sorry the blog was a little disjointed. You know, I can’t be expected to make sense when I’ve been out of the game for this long. It takes awhile to hit the groove.
This makes it really hard to be ok with animal testing. Unless this is the type of testing they are doing. (thank you WNYC’s radio lab for introducing this concept to me).
Who do I think I am? It’s been, what, a full week since I wrote a blog. Disgraceful. You may be right. I may be crazy. But, as I keep on reminding you, it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for. At any rate, here’s a blog.
So we’ve moved. We did it. It is done. All things considered, it went smoothly and, being unemployed as I am, I’ve made good time making things feel like a home, if I do say so. The main rooms don’t have boxes any more (let’s not talk about the baby’s room, which is where boxes of crap go to die). I’ve put up curtains (rods first, then curtains; be impressed). How about this: I even changed out our two decrepit faucet fixtures.
That’s right, come-a, come-a, come-a, come-a, come on. I’m your handy man. Well, woman. With safety goggles, a wrench, and a lot of moxie, I undertook a (minor) plumbing project. I plumbed the depths. And though the fixtures are not super impressive (I just bought the cheapest ones they had at lowe’s, but at least they’re not a thousand years old anymore), every time I turn on a tap, I glow with pride.
Well, I did yesterday. Then, this morning as my darling husband got ready for work he said from the bathroom, “there seems to be a plumbing problem in here.” “Is it the toilet?” I asked hopefully. “no…” “it’s not the sink is it?” “ummm…”
As it turns out, I wasn’t totally the wiz I thought I was and one of the taps wasn’t quite connected as tightly as it should have been. Whoops. However, it’s fixed now and I’m slowly trying to build up that pride again.
So! Matt has a new job and it becomes ever more apparent how unemployed I am. Which, rationally, it wouldn’t make much sense for me to get a job just now, with a bambino on the way, but I still have a serious case at stay at home guilt. Which, now that I think about it, is probably what spurred on my ultra-productive days since we’ve been here. My thought process goes something like this, “If I’m not going to contribute financially beyond my freelance, by george, we shall have curtains!” It makes me feel better. However, due to the clip with which I have undertaken these get-rid-of-guilt projects, I’ll be out of stuff to do by next week. Hmmm. That could be a problem.
Did I tell you of my new obsession? I get a jigsaw puzzle delivered to my inbox everyday. Holy craps. It’s magnificent. However, I am usually 2 to 3 minutes slower than the average at putting them together. Still, I shall conquer this and become a jigsaw specialist. I can feel it.
Um, hi, Jackson 5, can you NOT contribute to my guilt? Itunes just pulled up the song Sugar Daddy. Honestly.
So the academy awards came and went. For one of the first times in a long time, I actually watched it. Matt and I went to his aunt and uncle’s house (dressed as Juno and Bleeker) to watch. I’ll be honest; for the most part it was pretty boring and as expected, No Country swept most of the big ones. it was a deserving movie, so I can’t get too mad but I feel like There Will Be Blood was robbed. Nicest moment of the night: when John stewart let the chick from Once come back on and give her acceptance speech. Honestly, she is probably the cutest thing in the world. Maybe I’ve just got the warm fuzzies towards her from the movie, but…I don’t know. She seems like good people.
Have we talked about how great Lost has been this season? Because I would just like to weigh in with this assessment: pretty. Flipping. Great.
Sorry the blog was a little disjointed. You know, I can’t be expected to make sense when I’ve been out of the game for this long. It takes awhile to hit the groove.
This makes it really hard to be ok with animal testing. Unless this is the type of testing they are doing. (thank you WNYC’s radio lab for introducing this concept to me).
