She-Geek Memoirs

A Woman's Throne

This is definitely one cool woman's bathroom with the exception of all the pink! YUCK! Aside from the color, any woman with a bathroom like this might have a good enough reason to hog the bathroom. As if we don't already! I really don't though, actually. I could surely multi-task, that's for sure. The only thing is that everything revolves around the toilet, naturally, but I don't spend more than a minute on the "throne" so I probably wouldn't utilize such a great space.

It consists of: Nintendo Wii, rotating toilet to do hair, foot spa, plasma TV, laptop (craptop), hair dryer, iPod touch and speaker and of course the womanly essentials... make up!

 

Thought I'd share this because it is uber awesome!

Blue Ray vs. HD DVD

Apparently, my most recent obsession, Netflix has gone to Blue Ray (via Engadget). Not only will it be hard to find regular DVDs in only a matter of time, but like my old VHS tapes, my current pretty large library of DVDs will be obsolete. I, of course, will be able to watch them on the XBOX 360 or DVD player, but when it comes to buying new movies or even renting, it will be harder to find DVDs. Granted, it will take some time for this transition to happen, but none-the-less it will.

I understand newer, better technology is the culprit behind this heartbreaking tale but why can't the smarty pants that are creating these new fangled disks keep them in the same format or make them compatible with current DVD players or something? It seems that every ten or so years something like this happens. So maybe I should switch over to Blue Ray now so that I can get the full benefit of having them for the ten years they will exist before something better comes along and squashes these.

Or I can be like one of those people who are currently stuck in the 70's with their 8 tracks and refuse to upgrade to Blue Ray. Why conform? It's done well for me and I enjoy my dated technology! Kthnxbai

 

Re-friggin-dic-u-lous!

Selling Your House is Annoying

Don't get me wrong, I am extremely excited to be selling our house and moving to Cincinnati. But, the actual process of selling is an annoying adventure in itself. First, you get called at 8:30 am on a Saturday to be informed that strangers will be coming through your currently extremely wrecked home to scrutinize every little thing. Not only do I not get to sleep in (like I really would anyways) but I have to be here all awkward like, in my PJs, no make up and messy hair while perfect strangers, sometimes rude, just waltz through. Yeah, I know, that's how it goes, but the kicker is that the house has only been on the market for a few days and I've had at least one person everyday, sometimes multiple people and they don't seem to know beforehand that there is going to be renovated, starting Monday, to get the house in selling condition. Mainly some tweaks so we can get more money out of the house.

What would you think if you were going through a house that was tore up due to people packing and preparing things to be painted and what not? I surely wouldn't be too impressed, that's for sure. I just think it's a pretty big waste of time for anyone to come by before anything has actually been started. Once all the painting and everything is done then it won't be so bad.

Oh and the renovations! *Sigh* I have to be here all day for about a week while a team of men come in and paint my house with all those wonderful smells around my 3 month old son. All I have to say is that they better not break anything when they move it to be able to paint. Chris would have a fit and I would be extremely pissed if someone broke his wizards.

I can't wait for the house to be done and I definitely can't wait for it to be sold. Through all this complaining is a worth while benefit. The sooner, the better. With how much Chris and I tend to procrastinate I am, however, glad that our realtor is taking the bull by the horns and knocking things out all at once though. I told Chris yesterday that, "If we had complete control over it all, it wouldn't get done" so I am glad that it's at least getting done but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy it. C'mon, there's like an entire week or so I can't walk around my house in my underwear! LoL.

An Update of Sorts

So, let's catch people up on the new happenings. The perspective buyer we had for our house is now unable to buy it. They are our neighbors and have bought two other houses on the block and were going buy ours as well. Well, after starting the paperwork and making the plans to move to Cincinnati (which hasn't changed) they suddenly can't buy it. I guess owning three houses can drain a persons bank account. Who knew? Well, I was irritated to say the least. Not only did it take months just to get the ball rolling selling them our house but now they can't and it's all just been a waste of time. Luckily for us, our realtor thinks he can have our house sold in only a matter of weeks, which is great for us since we don't want to extend our Cincinnati deadline. Starting Monday we're having people come in and repaint the interior of the house to spruce it up a bit for the new potential owners.

So, we have an apartment lined up in Cincinnati near my parents. It's going to be a huge change going from a house to an apartment but that's no big deal. We've sold a lot of stuff that we don't need so we shouldn't have a problem with storage. We're only going to sign a year lease for the apartment and in a year, after we've settled in Cincy we're going to buy a house and it's going to be awesome. Be jealous, be very jealous! We were planning to pay our rent a year in advance for the apartment, but for some strange reason, they don't do that. Why not? I mean, don't you want guaranteed rent paid on time? Oh well, whatever.

My realtor just called and gave me little to no notice that there will be people stopping by to see our house. Wonderful. NOT! We're in the process of packing and there are boxes and stuff everywhere. /sigh

I guess that means I should stop blogging and be prepared to have strangers looking through our house. I feel so violated.

The Super Bowl Is Super Stupid

I really didn't have any desire to watch the Super Bowl this year since my team barely missed the chance, but I did catch the half-time show and some commercials and I must say, "Zzzzzz!!" I like Tom Petty as much as the next person, but not as someone to perform at the Super Bowl. The camera kept panning around and occasionally showing people in the audience and all I saw were teenagers that probably didn't even know who Tom Petty was! I said to my friend Hannah, "I bet they don't even know who Tom Petty is" and in my best dumb blonde teenager voice, said, "Did your mommy have to tell you who he was?"

Agh, quite disappointing! I suppose we could blame Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake for that. Crappy half-time shows from here on out because of a "wardrobe malfunction". Woo...

As for the commercials, what the eff? From the ones I did see they weren't very funny at all and most of the ones I saw were commercials you could see anytime during the day while you're watching TV Land or something. I am severely disappointed. I am glad I didn't waste my time by actually watching the entire thing. With that being said, I think I came out on top.

But, I am glad the underdog won!

A Dream Come True

So, it's official. We're moving to Cincinnati! I never thought I'd be able to utter those words and mean it, but I am glad I can. Around the middle of March is the expected launch date. Our house sale closes on February 29th and our apartment in Cincinnati won't be available until March 31st, so we're going to live with my parents for about 2 weeks or so until our place is available. Since we have to sign a one year lease, that is pretty perfect for us, since we want to get situated in Cincy and with new jobs before we buy our new house. I am just thrilled to be able to go back to work and start school and not have to worry about who is taking care of my son.

I am on a crazy dash to find a new job up there, one flexible enough for me to be able to go to school in the evenings. It really shouldn't be too hard, but it's difficult to do since I am still 700 miles away.

Boy, do we have a lot to do. In the midsts of selling our house and getting things up to par, we also have to pack, make sure we have things in order with bills, banks, etc. Fly my father down so that he can drive our U-Haul to Ohio (since I don't trust Chris to drive something that big and my dad's a truck driver anyways), get rid of a bunch of useless crap just taking up space, figure out what we're going to do with all of our things while we're waiting for our apartment to become available, get new jobs and make sure Chris doesn't get lost in the city! I think I may buy him a Garmin GPS so that he can get around and not have to worry about getting lost.

I am so excited, but unfortunately I can't say the same about my friends here. Kayla and Katelyn don't want me to go, but that's ok. Maybe I will come visit, or they can come visit us or something. But I am definitely not staying here, that's for sure. We're supposed to have a 'Going Away Party' or something.

Well, I'm going to work on my list of things to do in preparation of moving to Cincy! Wish me luck!

Stupid girls don't think I can tell...

I love it! I want this shirt to express what I am thinking every time I see a poorly made "Louis Vuitton" bag or "Coach" bag, etc. Oh yes, I can tell. Grrrr! Not only do you look like a cheap moron with a fake bag, but it's illegal too and not just fashionably illegal!

Heath Ledger Found Dead

So, I was minding my own business and a new RSS Feed pops up, "This is horrible horrible news.... Heath Ledger gone...".

I immediately said a, "What the fuck?" out loud and proceeded to go to CNN.com to verify the story and unfortunately, yes, he is gone.

"At 3:31 p.m., a masseuse arrived at Apartment 5A in the building for an appointment with Mr. Ledger, the police said. The masseuse was let in to the home by a housekeeper, who then knocked on the door of Mr. Ledger’s bedroom. When no one answered, the housekeeper and the masseuse opened the bedroom and found Mr. Ledger unconscious. They shook him, but he did not respond. They immediately called the authorities. The police said they did not suspect foul play. Officials said pills were found near the body."

He was going to be a damn awesome Joker. I wonder if he got to finish the movie. How selfish of me does that sound? But seriously, he was a good actor and was going to go somewhere. Sucks!

And it's already been updated in Wikipedia.

A rainy ass Saturday.

It is currently raining outside and it hasn't stopped all day. But it isn't one of those hard hitting rains that makes you dread walking two feet outside making you look like you just fell in a pool. No, it's just one of those annoying rains that isn't enough to keep people at home but it is enough to ruin a garage sale, or if you're Kayla a yard sale -- no matter where it's held it is still a yard sale to her. She was planning to have a yard, I mean a garage sale for the past week or more and I asked, well more like invited myself in to hang out and sell some things with her as well. It is so much more bearable when you can have someone to keep you occupied while the rain ruins your day and only a handful  of people even come by. I dragged a ton of stuff to her house -- tons of designer clothes and handbags (My very first designer bag was a part of it, my old school Dooney & Bourke. I have grown up a lot and like the more sophisticated look of Coach bags and that is primarily where my collection lies.), a TV we have just lying around our house, some kitchen appliances, some baby things that will never get used and my old homecoming dress that I swore I loved so much that I would never get rid of, were among some of the things. Today was pretty rained out, no big deal. We decided that we will give it another try tomorrow since it's supposed to be sunny all day. Please, someone, take my old junk and 'not so much junk' off my hands before we sell the house and move!

Chris asked me what we should do with the money we make from the garage sale, but I hadn't quite thought that far in advance. I suppose we will add it to our savings account. My personal savings account is more than stocked up so we can put it in our joint account or I even thought to open up Sean a savings account and put it in there, afterall, he does have $400.00 in savings bonds, why not add to it? I also kind of want to put it towards our new big screen plasma TV. We have this HDTV and huge entertainment center in our living room that we want to sell and put the money towards a much less space stealing idea and get a large plasma tv. We could always put this money towards that too but I feel guilty buying anything for ourselves. It's kind of weird, but maybe it's just a part of becoming a parent -- putting your wants last.

Tonight we're supposed to go to Kayla's to watch the UFC fights but to be really honest I am so tired that I just want to relax at home with the husband since he works so much. Not to mention, staying off my knee as much as possible sounds appealing too. I hurt it working out. How lame? But, before I was pregnant my right knee always seemed to be a little more unstable than my left and then when I got pregnant and much more immobile and working up until the day I had Sean probably didn't help either and now, after working out again, it finally said, "Fuck you!" and it hurts to put any weight on it at all. I just hope nothing too serious is wrong because unless I am dying [or having a kid] I won't go to the hospital, I'll just shake it off and deal with it. So yeah, we're really tired and everything. I really am since I get up every morning at 8:00 am to feed Sean and work out Monday, Wednesday and Friday. That may be nothing compared to Chris getting up at 6:30am everyday and working 12 hours but when he's home on the weekends he can sleep in but I have to get up with Sean still. Yeah, he could do it, but then I feel bad. He wouldn't get to catch up on sleep at all and after I get up with Sean in the mornings I can easily go back to sleep until his next feeding at noon. (Sean makes motherhood easy, the kid is perfect.)

In other news, the WBC Camp Lejeune protest has been postponed until January 26th because, from what I've heard, they can't get a permit to protest! Ha-Ha! Assholes! Oh and today on our way back from Kayla's we saw a church with their marquee saying, "God loves Marines". I thought that was kind of funny since all these WBC assholes have stupid signs saying, "God hates Marines". If I was God, I would be pretty pissed if someone was telling people what I thought and felt. LoL.

This is a pretty lame blog entry but I hadn't updated in a few days so I wanted to add something.

Ignorance is bliss.

Yesterday while I was checking out a local website we have to try and find a good home for our dog, I came across a post that pissed me off so much that I would personally love to rip the vocal cords from each and every person involved and do a number of other things to. I am sure by now most, if not all, people are familiar with the murder of Maria Lauterbach and her eight month old fetus and how terrible it is, but who knew that people would celebrate something like this? And, of all people be strongly committed to religion. I may be religion ignorant, but the religious people I know pray for situations like these and hope the best for everyone, good and bad. I, myself, am not religious in the least. I have never welcomed religion into my life and I never will and people like this remind me all the time why. The Westboro Baptist church is planning a protest at Camp Lejeune. This is straight from their picketing schedule on their website: 01/19/2008 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM Jacksonville, NC Camp Lejeune Lejeune Blvd & Hargett St.

And they had this to say:

"WBC to picket Camp Lejeune.
God Hates the U.S. Marines.
The wonderful, spit-and-polish Marine is over
eight months pregnant and she says another
wonderful Marine raped her, and now on the
eve of his court martial where she is the star
witness against him, she turns up dead, and he
is a fugitive from justice. Wonderful. The few.
The proud. Based on our extensive experience
with Marines for over a decade, we can testify
that these are typical Marines.
WBC will picket the filthy, lawless Marine
Corps - at noon next Sat., Jan. 19 - at Camp
Lejeune, North Carolina; in religious protest
and warning: "Be not "'deceived; God is not
mocked." Gal. 6:7. God Hates Fags! & FagEnablers.
Ergo, God hates the Marines.
The Marine Corps is saturated with vile fags and dykes. It matters not
to them that they are violating the laws of God and man. Our leaders
know of the problem, but they refuse to fix it, due to pressure from
political leaders, because fags have enormous political influence - called
in Scripture "The power of the dog." Psa.22:20. And the phenomenon
is called by Tocqueville, "The worm in the American apple."
"Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind; it is abomination. "
Lev. 18:22.
"Let no man deceive you with vain words; for because ofthese things
cometh the wrath ofGod upon the children ofdisobedience. Eph.5:6."

If this is how they feel -- that God "hates the Marines" -- then why must they protest outside of our military base? If it is true, then isn't it enough that this woman and her fetus is dead? Isn't that enough "proof" from God? The WBC mustn't feel this way because they find the need to have to protest, signs in hand, near our main gate with signs of hatred. They hate the same military that has given them the freedom to make such bullshit remarks. "God protect them because the Marine Corps shouldn't". Too bad when our troops get deployed to Iraq and elsewhere that we can't choose which Americans they can fight for and which ones they can't.

So, since I live in Jacksonville, NC which is where this all takes place, I think on that Saturday I may take a break from my and Kayla's yard sale to drive by and see what's going on and possibly take my new 30gb HDD video camera and catch their stupidity on video so that you can see what it's like.

Although my husband is recently honorably discharged from the Marine Corps, I am no way one of your "typical, motivated 'Marine Wives'", but people and circumstances like this makes me want to rip the heads off all those who take the lives of the people who protect their worthless lives for granted. It's a vicious circle. It has been a very long time since I have felt such a desire like this to speak up and out against human stupidity and ignorance. My husband, friends, friends' husbands and family members didn't go to Iraq and elsewhere, put their lives in danger for the assholes of America like these to celebrate deaths of any troop from any branch. There is enough going on in the middle east that our own country should be the least of our problems. Domestic hatred against  the very people who gave you your rights. It's also too bad that when a troop gets shot, blown up, etc. for the freedom of the morons who take their rights for granted that instead of that troop dying, a selfish, ignorant member of the WBC or similar groups die instead. Grr!