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Sunday, August 28

Dang, I've had a great weekend. How was yours?

Thursday, August 25

So those who have been keeping up know that my passenger window was smashed sometime during the wee hours on August 14. I went later that day and had it repaired. They told me I shouldn't roll the window down for 2 days. I waited until yesterday to finally do it.

And the new window sucks. I don't know how automatic windows usually work, but I'm not sure that it's actually attached to anything in there. It sounds as though it's just resting on top of whatever pushes the window up and down. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be, but if that's the case, then maybe there's something in there that's making it rest unevenly, or get caught when I'm rolling it up and down. It sounds cheap and broken. *sigh* I hate confrontation, but I hate how my window sounds even more. Grar.

Tuesday, August 23

I'm throwing my housewarming on September 10th. If you think I should have invited you and forgot, let me know (contact info over there on the right) and I'll fill you in on all the details.

Monday, August 22

So I finally uploaded pictures of my window damage. They're kind of pretty, and they're on Flickr.

Saturday, August 20

I had a nightmare last night that my camera wouldn't take any pictures. Ok, it wasn't really a nightmare, but I did wake up worried, wondering for a moment whether it was a dream or a real memory I was experiencing.

I think my subconscious is telling me that I need to get a new camera. This is nothing new, since my conscious mind has known this for a while.

Friday, August 19

I'm heading into the weekend with absolutely no plans. Well, on Sunday someone's coming over to deliver a rug, but other than that! no plans.

Which is one of the reasons I'm blogging at 8:30 p.m. on a Friday night. I couldn't even get a date to go to CostCo.

I finished the Half Blood Prince earlier this evening. You know what I think? I think that so-and-so was forced to kill whatshisname and he's still a good guy.

Also, Leia alerted me to another social networking site, OK Cupid. It's largely test-based to match you up with friends and more-than-friends. One of the questions is "How many people have you kissed?", which left me stunned. I have no idea how many people I've kissed. This is going to be an interesting trip down memory lane.

Wednesday, August 17

I'm a sheep sometimes. I don't 'baaa' very well, but gosh, I'll sign up for almost anything on the web. Almost.

Anyway, you can find me in the following places online (roughly in the order that I signed up):

Friendster (is this anything but a hook-up site now?)
Multiply (exciting for a very short period of time)
Tribe (of no use to me, really)
Orkut (the only one that I ever met a stranger through)
Dodgeball (even though I don't text message on my phone)
Flickr (I was sceptical at first, but now I heart Flickr)
hi5 (dumb)
MySpace (really bad UI)
Yahoo360° (neat idea, but I'm not sure what to do with it now)

I'm sure there are lots more. There was one that involved bugs mating (my bug got sick and I got uninterested), but I can't remember the name and apparently I've deleted all the emails I got from them.

And naturally, I have 5 gmail accounts, 4 yahoo accounts, as well as whateveryoucanthinkof at this domain.

Am I on any more social networking sites that you can remember? Are there any more that I should sign up for? Please!! I need to belong, apparently.

BUT! If you ask me to be your friend in any of these and I don't know you, please don't take it personally if I turn you down. I just get all weird when someone I don't know asks me to accept them as my friend on these things. Send me an email, let us establish a relationship, even if it's just a 2-note sort of thing, and then I'll be happy to say yes. But heck, if I look at your profile and see that you have 4500 'friends' and I'm just going to be a drop in the bucket ... well, I don't feel all that special. And it kind of doesn't reflect well on me and how I decide who's a friend and who isn't, does it? So yeah. I like acquaintances, but friends are a little more precious to me.

Tuesday, August 16

I walked in the woods today and it was good. Mostly, it just smelled good. I forgot what green smelled like.

On the downside, I'm realizing that I can't just go out and be active and then sit for an hour or more without regretting it later on. I'm not regretting the active part. But gosh, I need to stretch and cool down, or I creak when I get up.

I'm only 33 dammit!! That's what I regret, that I need to be more careful. Here's to feeling your age way before you get to that age. Woohoo!

Monday, August 15

Proof that if you complain loud enough, something will happen: more on my non-drama life ... my toilet stopped flushing last night.

The Toilet Saga is one that has dogged me since I moved into this apartment. I'm pretty sure that if I had said anything to my apartment managers, it could have been fixed months ago. Maybe even within a week of moving in. But in the spirit of denial and "if I don't say anything, maybe it'll fix itself", I haven't said a word. It's been 6 months, folks.

So anyway, there are two flavors to this problem. (I know, using the word 'flavor' to describe 'toilet problems' is kind of gross, but hey! more spice in your reading experience here. It gets better.)

1) the toilet flushes fine, but the tank doesn't fill up afterward. This is bad because not only does it interfere with the sequence you're used to hearing while washing your hands (you do wash your hands, don't you?), but the next time you finish your business, nothing will happen when you push on the handle 'cause there's NO WATER IN THE TANK. I generally have to take the lid off the tank and push on the little thing that should be sensing when the water is low in the tank. This is annoying.

2) the chain keeps coming off the plastic thingy that controls the flushing. I spent a few weeks constantly taking the lid off the tank to put it back on till I thought of using a wrench to turn the damn thing around so it wouldn't keep slipping off. Well, that didn't solve the problem entirely - now I have to do it every several weeks after it's worked its way around instead of several times a day. Still, annoying. And wet, and gross because it takes a lot of soap and scrubbing to get the plastic residue off my hands.

But this latest issue is a new one. There is some problem between the handle that I use to flush and the arm that holds the chain that controls the flushing (see #2 above). I think the bolt is stripped and so the handle just keeps going 'round and 'round with no corresponding movement in the arm. Now I have to take the lid off the tank (again! every time!) and pull up on the chain, which has not become disconnected (yet). What's more, now the sensor thingy works every time. But still, I have to take the lid off the tank. I hate taking the lid off the tank.

I guess I'll have to call the landlords this time.

How's your toilet working?

Sunday, August 14

Update on car drama: it's over. Car window is fixed, glass has been removed, can't open the window till Wednesday.

Still, I'm exhausted. I'm going to turn off my brain and watch tv now.

I'm going to have a housewarming party sometime within the next month. What Saturdays work for you??

To all window-smashers: If you're going to fucking break my window and rifle through all my shit, you might as well fucking TAKE SOMETHING other than my sense of security, 'kay? Thanks, asshole(s).

Beware, not leaving anything in sight doesn't mean you won't be standing on the sidewalk at 2 a.m. wondering what the fucking hell happened here? And how do I get a cop without dialing 911? [Answer: call 411, ask for the non-emergency line for the police]

It hasn't sunk in yet. I mean, brand new car, nothing stolen, just a heck of a lot of glass in my passenger seat, some on my seat, and a few pieces in the back. The window smashers opened the glovebox, didn't like my collection of empty cd cases, my map of Oakland, my tiny binoculars, or the registration to the car. They opened the arm rest thingy and took out all the Clif bars I have stashed there for emergencies. But they didn't take any. They didn't take the ibuprofen, the Fastrack, or the St. Christopher medal either. Not even the quarter. What was the point?

Now I'm going to get bugs in my car, and you know how I feel about that. Really, at this point, I'm just distressed about the glass (how do you get rid of glass?) and the bugs.

Be careful what you wish for. I complain of non-drama, and look what I get.

Friday, August 12

Leia rocks. She's a rockstar. She re-did my lame-ass stylesheet and solved all the problems I couldn't with this "new" design. This is much happier place to be now, isn't it?

I got a very tall friend of mine to help me out with my bathroom lightbulb problem yesterday. The bulb that was in there was so old that the wattage was unreadable, so I just went for some 100-watt bulbs. Not a wise choice, as it turns out, in terms of the money I will pay now to light up my life in the a.m., but gosh, I certainly won't be suffering any more SAD when I spend time in my bathroom. It's so bright ... I can't think of an appropriate ending to this sentence.

Tonight, I am passing up the opportunity to go faux-drinking with my friends to go to CostCo to pick up some frozen chicken thighs! Am I a partier or what!? I know you wish you could hang out with me more often. Hope y'all have a great weekend!

I feel kinda bad for those of you who visit here regularly (thank you again!!!). There was a time about ... a year ago? I forget. It was shortly before Matt moved to SF, because it was at the HELLO! dinner that gave him that several people who "don't read blogs anymore" said mine was the only one they kept up with anymore ... anyway, they kept saying my site was the ABBA of blogs. I'm still not sure what that means, but I thought it sounded funny, so I made it my tagline.

In any case, I feel bad because I haven't been keeping up here. I refuse to use that old line "real life got in the way." Whatever. I don't remember real life not happening when I was updating my site 4 - 5 times a day. But I feel boring, that's the real problem.

Problem? I have no problems! I mean, sure, my feet still hurt, and my knees are starting to as well, but those aren't *real* problems. My heart doesn't hurt, nor does my conscience, so what else is there to talk about? I have neither the talent nor the inclination to rhapsodize at length about either the big or little issues I'm facing. Bleh.

Am I rhapsodizing? Can you tell why I don't do this more often? I can't even follow what I've written so far, so I'll cut this short (too late!).

Resolution: I'll post more often, even if it's not important. And one of these days I'll update my movie list.

Thursday, August 11

Me: the light in my bathroom blew out yesterday morning.
Me: and I'm too short to fix it myself
Jessa: doh!
Me: so I had to go to the bathroom by candlelight yesterday and this morning.
Jessa: wow. Well, that's very romantic
Me: and I took a shower by candlelight last night
Me: it was very romantic.
Me: too bad there wasn't anyone there with me ;) [Ed Note: I meant in the shower]
Jessa: see? this is life's way of saying, "take more time for romance"

So yeah, I guess I should work on that.

I went Home this last weekend to visit with my family. My sister and brother-in-law were in town for the first time in a few years, they got to see their nieces for the first time, we had a party for my dad's 60th birthday on Saturday, which included cousins and friends, and we had a family photo and a car accident. It was great!!

Speaking of romance, I fielded more questions about my love life (or lack of) than I have since ... well, since the last time my family was all together. My mother and grandmother don't bother me about that sort of thing, so it surprises and flusters me when others bring it up. I appreciate the thought, but gosh, I can't even get a date these days, so marriage is not even on my radar.

In other news, Carly is so tall!! I haven't posted the pictures yet, but I will. And Lily is teething, so she's cranky, but even when cranky she's a sweet baby, so it's ok.

Oh! And I'm going to be a bridesmaid again. You know what they say about bridesmaids, don't you? 3 times a bridesmaid, never a bride. This will be wedding #4 for me, so re: romance again, marriage is not even an option anymore, I guess :)

In view of the bridesmaid thing, though, I have committed myself (once again) to exercise and eating right. I've done pretty well this week. Hopefully I can keep it up through to next March, so I don't appear as a huge blob in the wedding photos.

Cool sites:
Chef d'Oeuvres

Stuff on my cat

Wednesday, August 3

I've been invited for a second time to go to a friend's place to enjoy his gourmet cooking this weekend. Alas, I told him, for the second time, family duty calls and I cannot make it. However, I am in town for the rest of August, and on into the middle of September. That's when it struck me that, due to birthdays and holidays, I won't be in town much from then till the end of the year. *sigh* I'm tired of the driving already.

In other news, Jessa is blogging again, albeit sparingly, since her site is still "broken" and she has to do it manually. Go check it out! Encourage her (and her site-fixer) to make it 'just work' again :)

So July was hard on my legs. I went to Dallas and they were bitten. I came home scratching, with a total of 10 mosquito bites from the knees down, many of them on my feet (feet!! why my feet?!?!). Then I went to Angel Island, and again, I rolled up my jeans to better enjoy the water. This time, I came home bright red from the knees down (and still scratching from the weekend before - ouch!). Then last week, the mosquitos attacked again. I am unsure how this happened, as I haven't rolled up my pants since July 23rd, but I find myself with numerous bites from the knees down (and again on the feet!! WTF?!! and what's up with only getting bitten from the knees down? Are my calves and feet sweeter than the rest of me?).

Last night was the first night I have slept all the way through in quite a while, not having woken up an hour or two after falling asleep to scratch, scratch, scratch. I noticed, however, that the burn is starting to peel. Yee. Haw.

In other news, I'm heading Home this weekend for my dad's 60th birthday, to see my sister and brother-in-law and nieces, and to take a much-needed break from here. I spent last night baking, and found that the key to good chocolate chip cookie consistency is having at least two cookie sheets. This allows you to leave the batch you just took out of the oven on the sheet for a bit while the other sheet bakes. Yum.

Monday, August 1

This is hilarious, especially the last 5 seconds: Breast Awareness