Friday, March 12, 2010

Suck it...Fools!

I'm baaaaccckkkk.

So, I had to buy a new TV this week. I procrastinated for a week hoping mine would decide to take it all back and love me again. It did as well as most of my ex boyfriends...wavering back and forth...leaving and then coming back. So, it has now found it's place in the garage until it hits the curb. Don't get me wrong, I love my old TV. We had a good 11 years together. The funny thing is...some old friends chipped in and bought it for me for Christmas one year. I had a little 19" in my living room and no one wanted to watch TV at my house. Didn't bother me at all. So, 11 years is pretty good for a pawn shop TV.

If you don't know me too well, let me tell you that I am a tad obsessive compulsive. I haven't been formally diagnosed, but if my dry hands, need to carry sanitizer AND baby wipes with me everywhere, desire to clean at all times, checking doors, and checking and rechecking myself is any indication, I would say just a TAD.

I digress...my TV cabinet was the first real and nice piece of furniture I bought for myself as a grown up. I still love it. It's very dark and antiquey distressed looking and real wood, which is a big bonus. I refuse to get rid of my cabinet, so new TV MUST be bought to fit it. I measured...three times to be sure. It is 36" across. I found specs on a TV online that listed 35 1/2" for a 37" TV...sweet! I don't need a lot of side junk around it anyway. I did a bit of shopping with a friend and calling around. By day three I swore I was going to beat the next person BRAINLESS who told me that TVs are measured diagonally. Thank you for the information because when I said I was looking at 32" and possibly 37" but needed it to be no more than 36" wide, I was, of course, thinking of the screen and not the cabinet. Really? My friends asked me if I knew that, my dad, the sales peeps, and the people I talked to on the phone.

I took 1/2 day off of work to get my hair cut on Wednesday and decided to check out the 37" at Best Buy that I was looking at online. I noticed it was 60 hz instead of 120. I asked the sales guy if he could show me the difference. He said that I wouldn't really notice it unless I was a tech geek type of person that had to have the best. He said whether or not I get it should depend on the type of shows I watch. He asked me if I watch action and sports or would just use it for daytime television. Picture this...me sucking in my breath and snarling. That is probably what he saw. Daytime television? Yes, because I am a woman in the store during business hours, I MUST watch daytime television. He realized his mistake rather quickly, I believe. I asked him for a measuring tape so I could make sure it is the right size. He informed me the 37" meant diagonal....yes, thanks. TV measured BY ME, bought, and is now in the cabinet with less than an inch of room on ALL sides except for the base. So...to all the people who asked me if I measured, if I measured correctly, if I was sure, if I knew how to measure a TV...I say a big fat SUCK IT! :-)

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Curious Miss C

I am always excited to discuss things like boobs, hair, kissing, and even periods with a four year old. It’s like the one time in your life you have to explain and really HAVE to say the right thing and in the right way. I’ve tried the “I’ll tell you when you are older” and “noneya bizzness”, but learned the hard way that this is NOT the thing to do when the constant questions of “why” are all around. Just a warning that if you dare say “none of your business”, you end up with a munchkin talking about how guys don’t have to wear shirts because they don’t ‘grow boobs’. Or announcing that “mommy wears a diaper” after busting into the bathroom during a private moment. I assure you it was NOT a diaper and I sincerely hope she did not take this announcement to school with her. So, instead of taking the time to explain to her that it is a SECRET woman thing that I will torture her with when she is teenager and she, therefore, must be quiet, I shooed her and allowed her to make up her own idea…obviously that was my bad.



Lately we have been arguing about the ever present need to ‘investigate’ the nether regions of her little world. Ugh. I’ve tried to tell her it isn’t appropriate, that it looks bad, that it is private…I’ve tried smacking the hands, ignoring, blowing it off, laughing…NOTHING seems to work. Finally in a frustrated moment, I asked her for the 500th time WHY she has to constantly pick. She said “because it is mine.” Blah…Smartass. There are some times when you just have to walk away. You just have to hide the grin, suppress the laugh, and give yourself a second to pull it together because you know that laughing will just make the situation worse. This was one of those times. I have decided it is just a phase and will continue to give her the disapproving look and try to ignore it. Sigh…compromise is a word that has been added to the ‘Kate dictionary’ since Mini Me came along. A friend told me to choose my battles. At the time I was thinking of how that didn’t make sense…I am bigger and smarter and the law needs to be laid down from the get go. Ha…hindsight…it was/is great advice!





Mac...my favorite male super hero!

Yep, there is no denying that I am the coolest auntie ever. Check it...we will soon have a new super hero on the block. Super Mac. I cannot wait to give him his new cape. I have decided that I am going to give capes for every occasion and to everyone. I see it in my head..."Super Grandma" with a picture of a broom stick..."Super Grandpa" with a picture of an iPhone. Oh, the possibilities are endless! www.supercapes.com...love them!



Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Thought for the day...

My question to the universe for this bright shiny day is...WHY do I have to listen to your rap music everywhere? Am I going to hell for hoping you bust an ear drum? It's just so nice trying to explain to a 4 year old at the gas station AND in the grocery parking lot AND in the garage at a children's hospital to not listen to the music that is screaming all kinds of words that I would be dragged to affirmative action if I dared to actually say in public. I am all for diversity in music, but do I force the world around me to listen to my punk? Nope.


So wrong. Things that make you go hmmmm...


I give the loud, disrespectful, disgusting, forced on everyone around them, rap listeners a BIG thumbs down!



Monday, July 13, 2009

It is Monday again.
It is Monday after a week fighting strep throat and horrible antibiotics that make me feel sea sick and green.
This is kind of how I feel...minus the great scenery.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Starting off...

I am back.



I am back from a week spent at the beach.



I hate being back.