Watching Rachel Ray
You don’t deserve that knife! Your earrings are stupid. I hate your bowl. Your hair looks like crap
Today L.F.P and her parents came over for a visit! Miss C. was also in attendance so there was 7 of us in total. I took orders for food, phoned them to Anonymous and he came home bearing tons of Asian cuisine. It was nice to have a little get-together in our home. When L.F.P was crying Sean crawled over to her Dad (who was holding her) and pulled on his hand as if to say “Hey, give her to me I can make her stop crying!”. It is neat to see another baby for the contrast in size, shape and amount of hair!
Anonymous and I dug out this video of our precious one. He’s a month old and I’ve just come home from my second surgery.
Yesterday, was a weird one! With the roofers tearing off the old roof and preparing it for the new one it sounded like a prison riot. Miss C. and I were cloistered in the living room when all we could hear was the pounding of a water like device and shouting of full grown men. There was lots of banging and more shouting.
After the roofers left the door bell rang. Miss C. answered it and a gruff voice asked her if she was the owner of the home. She gestured for the person to step inside but the individual was not forthcoming. I said “Please come in” and instantly saw why this individual hesitated. It was a San Bernardino Police Officer. Turns out our neighbours roommate has gone missing and he wanted to know whether or not I had seen him. I told the office that I was pretty much housebound and gestured to my broken leg. The officer asked me some questions that I answered and then left. I have no clue if this officer will return or what happened to the guy next door.
When Anonymous and I went to bed we nearly phoned the police again. A couple of units down some tenants were having a shouting match/yo mama fight at 11:45p.m.. Anonymous and I spent the rest of the night making a song called “Ghetto Bells” set to the melody of “Silver Bells”!
Yesterday with all the drama of the cable man not showing I thought I would crack open my Torchwood DVDs. I put in a disc and was hoping to be whisked away to the lovely realm of the HUB and Cardiff. Fifteen minutes into an episode the picture started to pixelate and shift. I could of cried! When Anonymous got home I told him my DVDs were acting up. Anonymous had an idea, with the Moxi dying there were a lot of cables that got knocked loose. The cable in question was the HDMI after Anonymous wiggled it back into place Ianto Jones no longer disintegrated into pixels!
Who do I hate more, the cable company or the home owners? After years of fighting we seem to be getting a new roof. The roofers called to say that the old one will be ripped off but nothing about when the new one will be put on. Our moxi died on Friday, the lamentation is documented here. When we called the cable company we were told that a technician would be sent out on Sunday. Anonymous and I were thrilled but at the same time a little weary “Sunday, they send people out on Sunday” was Anonymous’ response.
We were given a time slot/eon to be home today. We were called around 1pm to confirm that Yes we would be home. Well 5pm comes and goes, at 5:15 I decide to call the company to find out what has happened. After being on hold and going through various menu options I am told “You need to give the drivers a thirty minute grace period”. What the fuck is that? Shouldn’t that be incorporated into the wait time they give you? How about an additional 30 second blurb on the mechanical menu option about “If this is concerning a late technician press…”.
Finally Anonymous calls them and there’s no info just some bullshit and now I get to spend tomorrow waiting for these jerk-offs to come to our house.
If they didn’t want to come out on a Sunday they should have had the balls to say so. They didn’t even say where the fuck the technician was. I am so enraged at the moment. However, tomorrow is a new day and I have to be civil. I feel as though I’m a toilet, I deal with shit and have to get rid of it so it doesn’t bother anyone else. Why can’t I tell them to expect me between the hours of 1-5pm?
This is what I hear wafting out of our kitchen from Anonymous this morning (Set to “deck the halls”)
Daddy’s head is filled with spikes Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Pounding crushing my sk-u-ll Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Razor blades scratching my brain
like I fell into a rose bush.
Love how booze turns into poison [mumbling]
MOMENTS LATER
I can actually see the Tympani behind my head going *Thump-Thump-Thump*
Our Moxi box (DVR) decided to die this morning! Smeg! I had episodes of Torchwood that I hadn’t watched yet. The Charter office nearest to us gave us a Scientific Atlantic DVR as temporary replacement. I spent the morning cursing the damned thing, trying to get the remote to be a universal remote was just about as frustrating as the DMV. Now I’m searching for a manual to find the options for this thing. Who would thought I would miss the moxi.
On Tuesday we visited L.F.P. and her parents. Mrs. P. spoke earning her Mum badge/Gold Star since L.F.P. had acid reflux, was incredibly cranky and cluster feeding. Today I earned a badge of sorts. I am currently in my third set of clothes for the day as is Sean. I was puked on Exorcist style around noon, Sean had mixed vegetables-green(s) for his lunch. Miss C. and I took him upstairs for a bath, between the two of us we were able to manage it. I was then puked on again around 4 o’clock while getting Sean cleaned up he nailed the carpet. The past couple days Sean has had a little bit of an upset stomach but nothing like today. However, it doesn’t seem to be bothering him since he is still a happy smiling boy. Sean is currently in the car with his Dad to take Miss C. home…wonder if there will be anything to clean up! Oh the joys of being a parent.
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