Queen of Rambles

Now Livejournal is down. I swear I have a giant magnet attached to my head that takes down websites with a single SWOOSH. Only I guess the servers are no where near my head, so you’ll have to come up with another theory. I believe my regular blog is back in business. I took a piece out of my sidebar last week and didn’t realize that it was actually a WordPress PlugIn. I think the plugin went nuts without the code in the sidebar, but I’m not a smart techie person so I could be totally wrong.

Anyway!

Back to the rambles.

Last night I was reading through my archives from Christmas 2003 and have absolutely no recollection of any of the events documented in the journal. Apparently I was very happy and thought it was the best Christmas ever. We were just about to move to the US so maybe that’s why I’ve blocked it out of my brain. Too much stress! I believe there was a lot of cleaning involved. I really need to get my ass in gear and get the rest of my journals printed out. I am still sad that BlogBinders went out of business. Boo-hoo.

I got a lot of stuff taken care of today, but you wouldn’t know it to look at my living room. The explosion of Legos has begun. I can’t wait to get our townhouse (we put the offer in tonight!) so the Legos can disappear into an appropriate Lego room. More room just means more cleaning, right? Townhouses automatically come with maids, right? RIGHT? Someone send me a maid, please. A really cheap one.

The other day I was loading Erik into Mike’s car and noticed the car next to us had a ton of crap piled in the backseat. I was being all judgey and wondering why people couldn’t keep their car clean when I realized it was MY car. You know it’s bad when your being all judgey about yourself and you don’t even know it! Erik and I spent a productive 10 minutes cleaning everything out, then we went to the gas station and vacuumed all the crumbs. It made quite the impact. My dear mother would be proud. When we were kids every Saturday we had to be out the door by 8 am for the weekly grocery trip, then it was home, put away groceries, car wash and vacuum, lunch, Payless Drug Store, and home again. I can’t tell you how much I hated getting up that early to be at the grocery store the second they opened the doors. And why the hell did the car need to be washed every week?

After vacuuming, I ran over to Target with a bag full of stuff to return. The line was surprisingly short and I was able to return almost everything I needed to return with one glaring exception. I bought one of those mini-Trivial Pursuit To Go games for Mike’s stocking, but it didn’t fit. I am mean so decided to get my money back. I noticed it was listed as To Go Scategories on my receipt and I was none to pleased because they charged me $8.99 for it! I picked the Trivial Pursuit specifically for the $4.99 price tag! I guess that’s what I get for not paying attention in the check out line. I figured that since it was the item they scanned they would be able to fix the problem and give me my money back, but no. They couldn’t figure it out, though they did try. In the end I just kept it because they were only going to give me $4.00 back. We are going to play that damned Trivia game and ENJOY it for that price!

Life could be a lot worse than overspending on a stupid stocking stuffer. When we were driving home on the freeway we saw a huge vehicle fire. Mike has always told me that vehicle fires only exist in Hollywood, but this was the exception to the rule. I’ve never seen anything like it. The whole car was consumed with flames and they were shooting up everywhere. It must have just happened because there were no emergency vehicles to be found. Our exit was two miles down the road and the fire engines were just pulling out of the fire station to respond as we turned onto our street. I hope everyone was ok. I tried to look and it appeared that all the doors were open and there were people standing on the side of the road crying. What a nightmare for some poor family.

Offer! Townhouse! Offer! Squeee!!!! Can you tell where my brain is tonight? It turns out that the home still has the original owners so that’s excellent news. They’ve had the place 23 years, so unless they’ve gone crazy with home equity loans they should be making a killing on this sale. They have a new place all picked out, so hopefully they will take our offer and run. Even if they don’t, we still have some wiggle room for negotiation.

One thing is for certain. We totally have to hire a babysitter for the settlement date. We took Erik with us for the 45 minute offer signing extravaganza and it was. . . interesting. He was better than he could have been, but it was still no fun. They had all kinds of candy and snacks sitting around the mansion (our realtor’s wife owns a title company housed in an honest-to-god historical mansion. SO COOL!) and he wanted some. So did I, but I resisted. I’m a grown-up and he’s not.

Half-way through, he announced that he had to poop, so off to the mansion potty we went. When he poops he can’t just sit on the pot. Oh no.

Instead, he has to remove all his clothing then do this weird V thing with his legs, while sticking his butt down the hole. It’s disturbing.

Do you think he wants to put his clothes on afterwards? Of course not! But there was no way I was going to let him run naked through the historic mansion so our realtor got to hear a lot of fun stuff coming from behind the bathroom door.

Kids. . . you gotta love them. And I do. He is so danged cute when he isn’t driving me nuts.

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