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Aaaaaah, I needed that

Is there anything better than sleeping in until 12:30 on a Saturday, having homemade pancakes for breakfast, then going back to bed and snuggling/napping with the person you love, completely burrowed under the warm covers for three more hours?

No.

Unless there's a furry purrbucket snuggled up with you. Then it's perfect.

Shit

Looks like Dooce checked herself into the psych ward. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. I hope she's able to find a treatment that works for her, so she can get home to that beautiful family of hers, better and healthier than ever.

One of the cutest things... EVER

I hand-fed a baby goat at the county fair last night. :D

In addition, I had a most yummy gyro, loaded with feta cheese, two deep-fried Oreos (which were SO worth the gut rot I got from the grease), and a nice steaming cup of chai (it's a little chilly around here for August, and my dumb ass wore short sleeves and forgot to bring a jacket).

This was after picking up Bryan's new baby yesterday afternoon (a burgundy 2000 Subaru Legacy Outback wagon he has named Bucephalus), and stocking the freezer and spice cabinet at Sam's Club.

All in all, a very nice Saturday.

My baby!!

Best Friday the 13th EVER

When I was little, I always wanted a white cat. I was going to name him/her Snowball. Original, I know. Anyway...

So, in our company's weekly newsletter, our prepress manager put a little blurb in about how she knew of two kitties who needed a good home. I asked her about it and found out that her best friend's neighbors have to move b/c the husband lost his job, and they can't take the kitties. We've been toying with the idea for a while now of biting the bullet and going for it.

We can only have one, and I was feeling guilty about the prospect of splitting them up, but Chris and Lisa said they'd take the other one, so now I feel better about it. BUT... I wasn't sure which one we'd take and which one they'd take.

After playing phone tag with the guy and his wife for a few days, I finally got a hold of his wife. We were talking about the cats, and life in general, and she said "oh, there was the one time that Snowball did..." Huh? Snowball?!?!

A white cat named Snowball!

He's mine. I pick him up Sunday. :D :D :D :D :D

Oh, and we found a new car, too. ;)

Mechanic hell

On July 26th, Bryan's car went into the shop. Thankfully I'm now working in town, so we have the ability to go without one of our vehicles for a while - he drops me off at work, then takes my car to work (I loathe not having my vehicle). The car was "ready" on August 5th, meaning I reclaimed my own car in just enough time to leave it in the airport parking garage for 4 days.

When I got to my parents' house, I got a call from Bryan - seems his car is STILL doing the same thing it did when he dropped it off. WTF?!?! $1642.60 and he didn't actually fix the PROBLEM??? I mean, I knew there were a couple of things wrong with the car, but I did NOT expect to shell out a third of the money we'd had earmarked for a house downpayment and not have the problem fixed. So he sat at home all weekend, while my perfectly good (knock on wood) vehicle sat in an airport garage.

Fast forward to yesterday. The problem the car had been having is something we thought would be transmission-related, so we brought it in to the transmission guy in town. Not the tranny. He says it's a broken wrist pin, which a mechanic friend (unfortunately not working at a shop, so no access to tools and therefore can't do the repair himself) said means we'll likely either have to trash the car or replace the engine. Other mechanics might want to fix it, but he said that if it's broken, there's probably small pieces of metal floating around the engine, which would cause more problems down the road.

Shit.

So here I sit, completely pissed at the mechanic to whom we gave a third of our house down payment. Why didn't he know this was wrong? He said he gave the car a complete once-over, and that he did a road-test when he was done. I call bullshit on that one. The car sounds awful. And I'm suspicious, too. Did he fix what he thought he could get away with charging us for, knowing full well that if it had been all the stuff he fixed PLUS the wrist pin/engine that we wouldn't have fixed it? Did he view it as what someone Bryan and I know online calls an "open invoice?" Just get what he can and too bad so sad that the car still isn't driveable, save for a 20 MPH trip to the next mechanic?

Now what the hell are we supposed to do? This is where our spending habits as younger people come back to bite us in the butt. We just paid off a loan, consolidated other debt, and I stopped spending $50 a week in gas with the job switch - we can handle making a car payment, but I doubt we'd be approved for a loan. I'm going to call my bank today and see what's up, but it might wind up being a loan from the International Bank of Grandma.

I hate this. Why couldn't I have been born rich instead of beautiful? ;)

Leavin' on a jet plane

Later this week, I'll be "jetting off to NYC" - which strangely enough doesn't sound anywhere near as cool or glamorous to someone who grew up in the shadow of NYC as it might to someone else (I actually had to try to keep a straight face while typing it) - to stand up in the wedding of one of my dearest friends. It'll be quite the whirlwind weekend however, and I'll not have time to see anyone other than my family and wedding guests (sorry, Renee and Mel! {sigh}). I go straight to Dawn's from the airport for the rehearsal, then all day Friday with my family, then Saturday is the wedding, then I come back Sunday.

Fun times, kiddies!

Family... love 'em, can't stand 'em

I'm peeved, but I don't know if I should be.

My 82-year-old grandfather (in TN) had surgery today to remove pre-cancerous polyps from his colon. He has a living will that states that he is not to remain on life support. My aunt in IN asked that if anything were to happen during surgery that they not "pull the plug" until she was able to get there (a couple of days, tops). My other aunt basically said "nope, he wants it pulled, I'm pulling it."

I'm not sure how I feel about that. In one way, I can understand because those are my grandfather's wishes, but then again, I'm sure he wouldn't want any of his children to not be able to say goodbye who desperately wanted to. {sigh}

Oh, surgery went VERY well, BTW. :)