Friday, January 29, 2010


In fourth grade I was in love with Bart Simpson - partially because he was new, partially because he was a rebel.  I always went for the rebel-type, I suppose.  I still remember the 'Bartman' and it's follow-up 'Deep Trouble'.  Is it incredibly sad that I can still rattle off all the words to both?

Clearly this week started with a bang.  As in, bang, your window is smashed - deal with it.  Good times.  Only to be followed up by the fact that the remaining water that the shop vac *didn't* remove from my seat should have evaporated in a few days...but, again, it's winter in WI and nothing can be that easy in my life, right?  Right.  Sunday night brought back it's icy frozen tundra temps, and since then the top layer of my seat is a block of ice.  Granted it's not completely soaked, so you cannot see it.  But none-the-less, every time I sit on it, I feel the frozen fabric give as I proceed to ride on a block of ice, literally freezing my @$$ off.  Again, good times.

This week has also brought with it a struggle with my blog.  First the comments won't work because I used a new template.  Fan-freakin'-tastic.  So I change it back.  Comments denied.  So I spend hours searching, messing with HTML codes, resetting things, help.  Eventually I change the layout/display of comments and voila(!) comments!   In a last ditch effort to resurrect the old/new background, I reapplied it.  Again, messed with HTML to get the stupid "click here for more layouts" thing NOT to show on my blog.  I'm so cool like that!  And now, well, now it seems like all is well with the world yet again.  So far, the comments seem to be working. 

Please tell me that they are, because if they are not, I may have to kick a puppy or something....

*no puppies were harmed in the typing of this blog.

Monday, January 25, 2010

New Post. New Background. New Year.

I've been lackadaisical with my posts this year. In England they'd call it lacksadaisy. Or maybe that's just my friend, Olivia. Could be. After all, I found great joy in teaching her ghetto slang, pickup lines, and saying Fanny May - just to see her turn three shades of red.

Today I've decided to clean the blog slate and begin my year. However, my lack of Internet at my new place is extremely *not* helpful! Please bear with me through the process.

My car window was smashed in Saturday night. Made for a wonderful, albeit RAINY, Sunday morning. My seat is soaking wet. My car was coated inside with a layer of tiny bits and pieces of glass. Awesome. But, just over 24 hours later, Beatrice is whole again and now I focus on the fact that I need brakes and am broke. Thank you, to the punk that smashed my window for absolutely no reason.

Could it be a jaded lover?.... A jealous ex?.... A story fitting for Lifetime?

No. It's me. Random act of violence. I like to consider it as a hate crime.

I mean, I hated it.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

2010 - Here I Come!!!!

And with a dramatic entrance, I welcome the year of our Lord Two-Thousand and Ten. With this welcoming I ask myself the question of the decade; do I commit to join the band of jovial humans who insist on pronouncing it as 'Twenty-Ten'? Or, do I stick to my guns and hang on to actually saying the number correctly?

I think I'm going with the latter. If anyone calls me on it, I think I may have to start saying; "The year of our Lord, two-thousand and ten." Every. Time.

Happy New Year, friends!