9:26 a.m. - 2004-11-13
Deer ner ner, deer ner ner, deer ner ner, deer ner ner ch-ch.
So guess what woke me up yesterday morning? Not Packet. My neighbor's central air unit kicked on.
WTF? It's 37 degrees out there! They have no right to make us feel like the weird hermitty neighbors now.
Darren was lucky enough to get Thursday off (even though he's not a veterinarian) and have a magical, pop-up floating holiday that needed scheduling, so bless his heart, he got himself a 4-day weekend. Of course, if his pit of employment had mentioned the floating holiday earlier, I might have known not to schedule my own stuff for this past weekend, and we could have taken a bitty road trip.
Alas, it wasn't meant to be. Crap.
So...Scott Peterson is guilty. And I'm so surprised.
I was following this drama here and there just through tabloids while waiting in line at the store for a long time, but I love me some Forensic Files, so I also spend a considerable amount of time at CourtTV. At some point I ended up going to the website and finding the phone transcripts from after Amber Frey went to the police but before she made her first press appearance.
That guy fucked up.
He actually told Amber that he was single at first. Then when she found out he was married (before Laci even went missing), he was like, "Oh, I lost her recently."
Then he gets into even more elaborate lies, pretending to be in Maine, France, going to Spain, going to Guadalejara or some shit...all while still hanging out in California.
It's like a third-grader telling a lie just because he thinks he can get away with it.
So yeah, I thought he was guilty, too. I'm glad the jury came through on this one. Can't wait for sentencing to start!
I lost a pound this month, whoo. The weight loss has slowed down immensely, but not for no reason. I also haven't been swimming or rollerblading in a month. It got colder, so it's hard to get out of bed in the morning. Plus, Darren likes to hang out with me for a while when he gets home, so I've been staying up later. If I wanna get up early enough to swim or work out, I have to go to bed at like 10 or 11.
At least I broke the plateau, and if it happens again, I know what to do. It's not like I don't know why the weight loss slowed down. It's also kind of nice to be able to wear the same clothes for a month. In the past year, I've had lots of jeans and shorts that fit me for a week, then got too baggy.
Got to talk to my mother-in-law yesterday. She and my father-in-law adore the socks I made for them (yay!), and she wanted to know what I was making for Grandma this year and when I would be done and if it would be there in time for Christmas.
If I ever wanted to torture this woman, it would be with spontaneity and unscheduled abandon. It's not that she needs things done right away. She's not an overbearing, right-this-minute kind of person. She just needs to know when shit is going down.
I'm so not like that.
With encouragement from Ms Milk, Darren and I decided to go for the VOIP phone. I've been looking at it longingly for a couple of months now, because the price is so much lower that it looks like one of these "too good to be true" deals. We'll see. We're getting the smallest package, the 500 minutes one, because we hate being on the phone. With tax and everything, we'll be saving more than $25 each month...that's about half our regular phone bill. Hoo-ah.
Plus, we can get a virtual phone number in the 613 area code, which would mean that Darren's mom could call us without long-distance charges. If we do that, and she ends up calling us so much that we go over the 500 minutes, we could:
1. Not answer the phone.
2. Switch to the unlimited plan and still not pay anywhere near as much as we're paying Cincinnati Bell right now.
It seems like such a simple choice, yes?
the only drawback at this point is that we're in the 513 area code, which isn't something something worky-worky. So I signed up for a Rochester, NY, area code so we can call Darren's aunt & uncle if we want to (his uncle's sick, and we should check up on them more often, anyway). This means that if my mom calls me from up the street, she'd get charged long-distance rates. Bummer.
Oh, but that's not a problem, because we both have cellphones. So it's all good. And when the 513 area code does get included in the VOIP thingie, they'll switch us to it for free. And besides, we really don't talk on the phone that much, so I doubt it's gonna be a big deal. I've had my current cellphone for almost 6 months, and the timer on it says I've used it for all of 47 minutes.
I can almost taste the savings. I'll be sure to report back with news about this thing.
Last night on the way from Chipotle to Biggs:
me: I hate Biggs
Darren: do you wanna go to Meijer instead?
me: Meh, I like Meijer better, but we'd never get out of there.
Darren: Huh?
me: You can shop, you can put stuff in your cart and intend to buy it. You can shop, and you can get in line, but they have like 60 registers and one cashier. It's like...you can shop, but you can never check out and leave.
Darren: doot-da-doot-doot-doot-doot [while playing air drums]
me: [stare]
Darren: Like Hotel California. You can check out any-time you like, but you can never leave...
me: Oh, yeah. [singing through the end guitar riff very quickly] Deer ner ner, deer ner ner, deer ner ner, deer ner ner, ch-ch, deer ner ner, deer ner ner, deer ner NEEER!
Darren: What the hell was that?
me: The guitar part at the end.
Darren: DOOT DOOT DOO-DOOT DOOT DOOT...[mocking me, making it sound like I was singing morse code]
me: That's not what I did, I was singing the guitar part. You didn't even put in the drum part. Evil!
Darren: DOOT DOOT DOO-DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOO-DOOT DOOT!
This happens at least once a week, all because one time he heard me singing a Crosby, Stills, and Nash song off-key. Five years ago. I endure such torture.
We went to Max & Erma's with a friend on Friday night. There was a 20-minute wait, so the hostess asked our names, and Kate said, "Nipples."
It would have been funny if the girl had called for "NIPPLES, PARTY OF THREE," but they wussed out and just waved us over when our table was ready. Dang.
Then Kate's salad was all wet (like, cold lettuce soup) and I got to tell the story about the time I went to Perkins and had to talk to the manager because they didn't cook my chicken and he got all mad at me and actually pulled his wallet out and said, "So whaddaya want me to do? Give you money out of my own pocket? Is that it? Is that good enough?"
And in the parking lot on the way back to the car, I was explaining how Blue crashes into things and falls down when he's happy, except I actually did fall down, like an idiot. Didn't get hurt, but I think I got my point across.
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