geminigirl: (George/Izzy in bed)
In my bedroom, there is a bottle of Astroglide.

In Naomi's room, there is also a bottle of Astroglide-we use it for the thermometer.

As I was taking her temperature this morning, because she felt rather warm, a thought crossed my mind.

I think the bottle of Astroglide in Naomi's room has been used more often than the Astroglide in my room.
geminigirl: (Are You?)
If I had to sum up today...

I had to clean up dead baby lizard.
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I seem to be developing an allergy to some food...I just have no idea what it is. But several times recently, I've had too tight skin, serious itching, hot all over, and hives. I popped a Zyrtec (I normally take one at bedtime to help control asthma) and it relieve the symptoms-I'd have taken a Benadryl but I don't want to fall asleep. I need to figure out what it is because the symptoms are really uncomfortable.

We went to Teigan's christening or baptism-I still have no idea which it was. It was quite lovely-they had Teigan's uncle (who has joined us for Jewish holidays here before) do the baptising and lead the service, which I thought was a very nice touch. It's so ingrained in my head that prayerbooks open on the left, and are read from right to left that when I was flipping though the hymnal to hold it up for Cayne that I'm looking for #738 at the front end of the book because I have the book backwards. Oops.

Cayne wore Naomi through the service-the baby was baptised before everyone sat down in the pews, and so as we were standing around watching this, he'd had her in the mei tai and was rocking back and forth with her...she fell asleep, and slept through a good part of the service. It was kind of amusing though...Teigan, Naomi and a third baby whose parents we hang out with were all at the service, and when the babies got fussy, it was the three Dads-Cayne, Nick and Adam sitting in the back in the crying area with the babies. The Dad brigade (all three of them have worked together for years.) Adam's wife was commenting that when we moved down here three years ago, no one had little babies...there were two toddlers, and now all of a sudden, there are three...her son Logan, who is nine months old, Naomi at four and a half months old, and Teigan who is about six or eight weeks younger than Naomi. I suppose it's one of those things that goes in waves.

I had an interesting conversation with Teigan's grandfather (her father's father.) I hadn't seen him since I was about 38 weeks pregnant, and I've had some very interesting conversations with him before (though I'm sure we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things, he's an interesting man to talk to, even if sometimes, that means that I nod and smile politely.) And he was quite pleased that I'm staying home with Naomi, despite the fact that that choice may be looked down upon by some of my contemporaries, and that I was "doing the work that G-d intended" which was a rather different way of looking at it for me, for sure. I don't particularly think of this as divine work, just what's best for our family right now. It's nice to hear it being appreciated-I know it's not the choice a lot of the mothers in my peer group around here are making. I'm glad we can make it work for us.

I did have an interesting conversation about cloth diapers too; a friend of Teigan's mother who I've met a few times before noticed that Naomi had on cloth diapers. She writes for a green living magazine, but has no children and is supposed to write about raising a green family on a budget and was full of questions about cloth diapers. I told her to come over one day and I'd go through everything with her.

I'm worn out. It's been a busy weekend and I didn't sleep well last night. I think I'm just going to hang out on the couch for a bit, and watch the Olympic closing ceremonies, and get some sleep. Now that the rain has ended, Naomi and I have things to do.
geminigirl: (Gay Dog)
We've been watching the Olympics for the last ten days or so, and we watched last night's men's beach volleyball gold medal match. We also watched the women's match the other night.

Upon the conclusion of the match, the two men who won embraced and celebrated.

[ profile] zedrikcayne's comment on last night's win? "That's not nearly as hot as when the women won."

I just want to know why the women play in bikinis and the men in tank tops and shorts.
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Hello Friend's List.

Things have been a bit icky here lately. While I mostly feel good, my lungs are cranky. Cranky enough that my mother noticed I sounded winded on the phone yesterday and today. I've been feeling less than spectacular breathing-wise, and well, that's kind of an essential task. (Yes [ profile] puzzld1 I promise I called my doctor.) So I call the OB who said "If you start using your inhaler more than 3 times a day call." And I was silly and forgot to ask what to do besides call. I've had issues with the triage nurses before-they seem to assume all patients are dumb, and this is no exception. I told her that while it wasn't urgent (I wasn't turning blue or anything) I did need a follow up call to find out what to do next-whether they were going to call in a prescription, whether I needed to go see another doctor, and so on. I have my routine appointment on Wednesday anyway, and so I'll mention the lack of a call back then, but more importantly I'll hopefully get some guidance about my lungs. Not breathing well is somewhere between frustrating and scary depending on how I'm feeling.

Oh and, my pharmacy has complied with the requirement to phase out CFC based inhalers. Fine. Most of us know the HFA propelled ones don't do the same job. Only problem? My insurance company covers the HFA albuterol as a tier 3 drug, which means they covered about five and a half dollars of it. So I can either pay nearly full price for it at the pharmacy, switch to a totally different rescue inhaler (anyone have experience with Xopenex-that, they'll cover as a tier 1 drug so I only pay $10) or get what the insurance company deems a 90 day supply via mail order for almost as much as the pharmacy. If I used it daily as a maintenance med, I'd do the mail order, but I'm not really using it that way so it doesn't make sense. *sigh* Usually my insurance isn't awful, but this is annoying me.

There was an issue with the dress I ordered for Cayne's holiday party (which is tomorrow night.) I'd put it off for about as long as possible, ordered four dresses in three colors and two sizes, only to discover that when I tried them on both of us preferred the green dress, which I had ordered in one size though I decided that a different size would be more comfortable. So, since I knew I was going to have to do a return anyway, on Saturday morning, I told him to go order the green dress in the size I liked...I went and finished getting dressed. He did it, and we decided to upgrade it to overnight shipping. The dress shipped on Monday morning, we expected it on Tuesday and it didn't show up. Somehow, UPS lost the package. After a circus of phone calls with the catalog I ordered the dress from, who then turned around to try and get UPS to trace the package, they shipped out a new one yesterday and told me they would refund the shipping on the dress, and I'd have the dress today. Which is fine and reasonable. This morning, our UPS guy shows up much earlier than he usually does (he arrived at about 9:20, his normal arrival time is between 2 and 3 in the afternoon.) He delivered two packages...each contained the same green dress. They've arranged for UPS to pick up one of the dresses on Monday, I have a green dress to wear tomorrow night.

We've been trying to get the house organized to have in laws here in January, and for the baby stuff. I'm starting to get to a place where it'll be okay to start getting the baby things we need to have to start with, though other things can wait. But it probably does make sense to start acquiring things in January or February rather than feeling overwhelmed in March.

Busy weekend planned...tomorrow I go let the vampires take my blood (thyroid panel, CBC, hemoglobin, hematocrit) then breakfast at First Watch (mmmm potatoes) then groceries and lunch and a nap before the party. Sunday we're going to spend the day with friends-the two pregnant people are baking cookies, and the other three (Cayne, Nick and Bob) are going to do "something manly." (Yes, it's been an on and off joke about this division of labor and such.)

And notes to various people because finding LJ posts to respond to would drive me crazy...

To the person who found out she was pregnant this week-congratulations, I'm so very happy for you.
To the person in the UK who is worrying me and who is having great stress in her chosen family-I'm thinking of you
To the person whose pregnancy has reached a point where the first word that comes to mind is "difficult" and the next one is "complicated" I am crossing my fingers that things ease up soon and that the little remaining time is much smoother.

And with that, I'm hungry and need something to eat.
geminigirl: (Umbrella)
I've taken to using this as a spot for just dumping things...I save them up and then make posts that are a collection of all the various things that have been going on.

Things like the weird dreams I've been having-most of them are about places that I used to have to go, like junior high school, where I had to talk about the people I had crushes on back then, or high school where I forgot my locker combination. And then there was the airplane dream. No one needs to tell me that the airplane dream was a birth dream....I dreamed about airplanes, on the ground, rolling through tunnels and into hangars that were smaller than their wingspans. Yeah, that was a birth dream.

There was the strange experience this morning. I got up and got out of bed and heard noise. Before I went to the bathroom or brushed my teeth, I went to investigate what it was, thinking that Cayne had left the TV on or something when he was getting ready for work, only to discover Cayne sitting on the couch watching TV-about an hour later than he usually leaves for work. I asked him what he was doing, and he responded "Sitting on the couch." I asked if he was taking the day off from work and he said "No, it's Saturday." I reminded him it was Friday and he looked shocked. He scurried off, got dressed very quickly and sheepishly headed in to work.

We got the second trimester screening results back-this looked at the risk of Down's Syndrome-1/3000, Trisomy 18 (Edward's Synrome)-1/10,000 and Spina Bifida-1/1600. That of course still means that there are plenty of other thing that could go wrong, but at least that's somewhat reassuring.

We bought a chair last arrived the other day and is in a box in the living room, on it's side. It will probably stay there until we figure out what to do with the two chairs it's replacing (one spot is getting a chair, the other is getting a new filing cabinet, but I need to decide if I'm going to Freecycle or Craig's List or what with the old chairs.) But the box is right where a coffee table would go if/when we buy one for the living room. And it's become a hot spot for cats to nap in lately. I wonder if the same thing would happen with a coffee table.

The craving for salty foods is going to drive me crazy. I really wish I could cut back on them, but I can't get enough pickles. I'm going to go open another jar when I'm done with this post.

I hope the writer's strike doesn't mean that the new shoes I like on TV disappear. Not much in the way of new shows that we're watching, just Big Bang Theory and Chuck, I think. And on the subject of TV...NBC Universal has been going on and on this week about all sorts of environmental stuff. They also sent correspondents to the Equator, the Arctic Circle and Antarctica. And my first thought when I heard about this was "I wonder if they accounted for the environmental impact of moving crew and equipment there, and what they did to balance it."

We've both been reading Scott Westerfield's books-in particular the Uglies series. I finished the first one about a year ago, on one of our winter trips, picked up the second one months later and caught the third one on a remainder table at Borders recently. They're adolescent fiction, so they're quick reads, but they're pretty good. Someone at Border's suggested them to me last year. I gave Cayne the fist one when we were traveling recently and he liked it, devoured the second and third within a matter of days, and insisted on having the fourth one, which had just come out in hardcover, and between a coupon and a sale, it was reasonable. The third one felt unevenly written, but the fourth one, the writing has gone back to what we expected, but the concept is really interesting. I'm enjoying the concept of a reputation economy, though I'm wondering how different some of that is from the way adolescents currently live today.

And the links, since I collect them.

This one talks about post partum sex...someone fears that her vagina will be too loose after giving birth. And also on the subject of vaginae, [ profile] slinkr pointed me at The New York Times on the word Va-jay-jay.

This one (text follows behind the cut) is about a woman who was asked to cover up or leave Universal Studios because she was breastfeeding. (The end result, by the way, is that Universal apologized to her, because Florida law allows her to breastfeed in public.)

The Cut )

There's also Abstinence Doesn't Curb Teen Sex

Read about how abstinence fails )

Has anyone looked into Sony's Digital Book Reader? Despite his hatred of Sony, [ profile] zedrikcayne has suggested that if I want one, I should get it. I haven't really investigated it much yet, but the idea of being able to read while nursing late at night in the dark if I'm awake, for example, is kind of appealing. It's bigger than a Palm, which is also appealing, as I've always found reading on my Palm screen rather irritating. Does anyone know more about it than I do?

We're also starting to shop for cameras-it's amazing what's become lumped in with "baby expenses" even though they really have very little to do with the baby. The two things that first come to mind are more life insurance and the camera. We're looking for a point and shoot, throw into the diaper bag kind of camera. I bought Mom a Canon of some variety last year, and the camera that I'm replacing (nothing wrong with it but the LCD screen is shot, and frankly, the cost of the LCD replacement isn't worth it) is also a Canon.

In case you haven't read about it already, comment editing is in place for paid users. Can't edit a comment that's already been replied to, but it was nice when it helped me correct some bad HTML today.

Okay, that's enough. It's time for pickles.
geminigirl: (indecent exposure)
[ profile] alibee posted this-an article about a married couple, husband and wife who don't live together, and who, as I understand from the article, never have.

I can't imagine that working for my relationship with [ profile] zedrikcayne. It's not compatible with our relationship and how we function as a couple. I'm wondering what others think about this-would you call this "marriage" or would you call it something else? Would you be able to make the kind of committment that your perception of marriage includes and live like this, or would it not work for you?

Then there was this post in [ profile] parenting101. I've been involved in similar discussions elsewhere, too. It's about what to call a child's genitals. As we approach parenthood even more, this is something we've talked about; in my house, (mostly) proper names were used (I say "mostly" because my vulva and entire genital region were referred to as "vagina" but it's close enough, I think.) It doesn't make sense to me to not teach children proper names for body parts.

There's also this story I saw linked in [ profile] catling's journal about Pat Robertson calling for a ban on pet adoptions by same sex couples. Yes. You read it correctly. And I was glad I didn't have a beverage when I read it. This is from "The Pace Press"-the student newspaper of Pace University (which is a legitimate university.)

Anyway, here's the article for your perusal, in case the link vanishes or you have trouble getting it to )

For the sake of marital harmony, I must partly retract my complaint about chocolate from the other night. He stopped on the way home (even though he was working late) and brought me chocolate. And, as I picked through the giant bag of candy he did bring home, I discovered individually wrapped Lemonheads which are one of my favorite candies.

And last, for now...there was a post on a forum I frequent about sex for baby making, and how, when you're actively trying to conceive, sometimes it needs a bit more excitement. I wanted to share what I wrote, because, well, I'm in love. What can I say?

no graphic details about our sex life follow, but, for courtesy's sake, I cut it )

I've got another post brewing that comes from a conversation with my sister in law, but I need to more completely finish it before I post it.
geminigirl: (Twu Wuv)
If you saw this post last week, you may remember that my someone came home and announced that he'd lost his wedding ring.

On Saturday, it turned up. And he thought he'd mention it in an oh-so-casual way. "Oh, when I was getting up this morning, I moved the pillow and saw something shiny on the bed. It was my wedding ring."

I suspect, as was suggested the other day, that it got tangled in the sheets while he was sleeping and pulled off. He's lost a little weight recently and, while it's not really enough for him to want to get his ring sized (I don't blame him either) it's probably enough that with a good tug, his ring slipped off.

And if you're wondering how it could happen in his sleep...he sleeps more deeply than anyone else I know.
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First of all, I hope all the Canadians I know are enjoying the holiday today. We had a small dinner yesterday-the two of us, [ profile] tronochick and our friends Scott and Erica. Cayne bought a turkey that was much larger than we needed (four people ate turkey-I'm still off of most foods) but I ate stuffing for supper and salad.

[ profile] tronochick made up a pan of candied sweet potatoes, topped with marshmallows, and at one point, Scott and Cayne decided to take over the kitchen, and sent the three of us to go sit down at the dining room table. The two of them popped the sweet potatoes into the oven, and went on their merry way. Suddenly, from my seat at the table, I saw flames in the oven. The marshmallow topped potatoes had been placed too close to the element and were on fire. No damage, just smoke everywhere and charred marshmallows.

You can see [ profile] zedrikcayne's attempt at solving the problem if you click the cut tag. )

Had an OB visit last week, and all is fine on the inside it seems (though I'm cranky because I have heartburn, a sore back from not being able to get comfortable in bed and terrible metal mouth taste going on.) I'm sitting here reading the occasional wedding planning community post though, and wondering how in the world April could be six months away.

And I present for you, the best headline I saw last week... Mr. Potato Head in ecstasy bust

because the text disappears )

And because I saved two other interesting articles, here they are for your perusal...

I think this one came from [ profile] indigoeye

Something in the Way She Moves?
an interesting article about 'concealed ovulation', movement and perception of the signals that are sent. And exotic dancers. )

And finally, this one from my sister in law. Dove ad delves into the ugly side of beauty

the original has a video that's worth watching, but it'll probably go away, so for posterity, you know )

Okay, I'm going to enjoy sitting on my couch in sweats and my Socks the Cat t-shirt until my dear spouse arrives home with some dinner. Which will hopefully not make me want to barf. :)
geminigirl: (Find X)
One of the things I dread about becoming a parent is the "selling things" that seems to come with school or other organized activity. (Though seriously, I don't know many people who will turn down Girl Scout cookies, which are a much better choice than that awful Boy Scout popcorn.)

As many of Cayne's colleagues have children who are involved in school or other activities which do engage in this sort of fund raising, he often gets asked to purchase this or that thing, which we rarely do-I buy cookies when his friend Herb's daughter sells them, but that's about it.

And then, he got this e-mail today:

"My son L. is selling cookie dough and wrapping paper for his school(Blah Blah Elementary) if anyone is interested. While L. doesn't suffer from any ailments and certainly needs no sympathy, he does have a dream. The dream of winning as many cheap(possibly lead-contaminated) prizes/toys as possible. This dream is only possible through your financial support. While few of us here would see the reason behind supporting the arts or public broadcasting, I'm sure all of us can rally behind something so pure and utterly American as toy lust. So, if you're in need of a tub of cookie dough or some beautiful wrapping paper stop by my cube and place an order."

While we need neither a tub of cookie dough nor any wrapping paper at the moment, I think that sort of brutal honesty and persuasive advertisement needs to be rewarded. So I think we may purchase a tub of cookie dough, bake it off and send it back to the office, or something.
geminigirl: (Default)
I wasn't feeling well this afternoon, and so I crawled into bed for a while.

The following conversation transpired while [ profile] zedrikcayne was rubbing my back.

Him: "I'm not a doctor, but I really think you should drink some more, and if you're not feeling better in a little while, we'll go to the emergency room."

I mumble something about not feeling like sitting around in the ER because they're not going to do much for me.

He says, "I'm not a lawyer either."

I say, "And you're not an elephant either."

We dissolved into giggles at that point.
geminigirl: (Autumn-River)
Ever have your brain tell you some particular food would be a good idea and your body tell you "absolutely not"? I've been feeling like that today.

It seems that the stretch of 90 degree days is finally about to end here. My in laws were telling us that it was 3C and they had frost.

We hosted our Rosh Hashanna dinner on Friday night and it was wonderful. We had a great crowd, and good food, plenty of interesting and rowdy conversation and a generally good time. I was amazed to discover how much wine we'd gone through though. We'll have to replenish our supply at some point before the next event, which may be a Canadian Thanksgiving celebration at our place in a few weeks. Fortunately, I think the menu for Canadian Thanksgiving will be less extensive than the one for Rosh Hashannah. Rosh Hashannah left me pretty wiped out for the rest of the weekend though.

Oh, and in case I confused anyone last week when I was asking about vegan TVP...when I read the labels of the TVP in the grocery store, all listed some sort of "flavorings" but not specifically what kind of where they were derived from, which made me question whether they were actually vegan or vegetarian. I could however get Boca Burgers and the store brand patties that were specifically labeled "vegan" on their packages. I was rushing so I didn't compare the labels, but I would have been uncomfortable serving something prepared with the TVP that I wasn't certain was vegan based on the label.

I found a corn maze nearby, and I think Cayne and I will plan an outing to that, as well as the market that belongs to the farm. Twenty minutes away is nothing. And, they've got fall corn available, which I'll pick up soon. I'll also have them ship my Mom a dozen ears as part of her birthday gift next month. We've invited friends to join us for that, as well as for lunch at the Orlando Greek Festival which is the first weekend in October. It looks like things will get busy here again soon, since I'll also visit Maryland some time next month. Yay for real fall weather.
geminigirl: (indecent exposure)
It's been a while since we had a silly LJ poll here. But I'm very curious after watching [ profile] zedrikcayne get dressed this morning. Here's the story:

I was sitting on the bed, and he was threading his belt into his pants. He threaded it before he put his pants on, then put his pants on, realized he'd threaded his belt backwards and pulled it out to re-thread it. I asked him about he threaded it backwards when he always puts the buckle on the same side as the button. He pointed out that he'd never thought about it that way, which led to a conversation about whether or not people were aware of these things, and whether or not people were consistent with them, and whatnot. So, I present you with today's silly LJ poll. It's better than most of my recent content.

[Poll #1044545]
geminigirl: (Til Death Do Us Part)
Dear Spouse,

I am hungry. I have also been going to bed very early lately. And we had a discussion just a few days ago about eating supper earlier. Therefore, I appreciate even less than usual when I get phone calls from you at twenty after seven saying, "I haven't left work yet, I'm in an important beer fueled meeting,1 and it will be about another half an hour." This is especially irritating when you're responsible for two errands, which include picking up supper on your way home from work. I am hungry. I would like to eat supper at a reasonable hour, where it doesn't leave me feeling ill by bedtime.

No love,

Your Spouse

1. No, important beer fueled meeting is not a contradiction in terms. There is often beer in EA's offices, and frequently, late day meetings include beer and grilled burgers and hot dogs.


Aug. 13th, 2007 11:20 am
geminigirl: (Disgruntled)
Dear Neighbor,

Painting your driveway with a sealant to prevent cracking is actually not a bad idea. Doing it now, when the weather has tended to be dryer than usual for the summer months is also not a bad idea. However, parking your Land Rover SUV in the middle of the street is a very bad idea. Especially when it impedes my ability to back out of my driveway. I realize that street parking is very limited on our cul-de-sac, but parking the 50 feet or so down the street where you won't impede access to my driveway, mailbox or trashcans would be a much better plan.

No love,


Dear Husband,

Garlic cream sauce plus roasted garlic on your take out pasta last night=a very unhappy wife. Please to be remembering that you sweat garlic when there's a minimum of it in a dish, and an overwhelming amount like that is repulsive when I have to breathe it all night next to you-especially since you can't smell it coming out of your pores.

No love,
Your wife

Dear Referral Coordinator at my doctor's office,

An 8 AM appointment downtown coming from where I am is nuts. I appreciate the fact that your office makes the appointment for me, but to be there at 8 AM is crazy. I will think very hard about whether I want to try and reschedule that appointment, but I hope, in the future, I get to schedule my own appointments with this new doctor.

No love,


Other than that, not much to say. An overly-social weekend, with a party Friday and a party Saturday. The party Saturday was an homage to the San Gennaro Feast plus a celebration of the second anniversary of the corporate relocation that brought us all here. (Greg, a colleague of Cayne's had complained "I can't go to San Gennaro, so San Gennaro will come to me." Complete with Italian food, sausage and peppers, zeppole and pictures of the Pope. Our friend Su's brother had returned from Myanmar where he'd been working with the Jesuit community there before he took his final vows, and was full of really fascinating stories about his work and his experiences.

Yesterday was housework/yardwork and a trip to the bookstore. We returned home to discover that the chicken I'd planned to cook for supper was spoiled, and so we ended up with take out (hence the letter to my dear spouse who overdid the garlic a bit.) Today, I have a quick trip to the grocery store planned, maybe some bill paying, and I'm not sure what else yet.
geminigirl: (Adults)
It's been a bang up weekend. Yesterday was productive. This morning I got up, changed the sheets, and made waffles. I followed the impending baby news, and Cayne mowed the lawn. I paid bills and then we rather suddenly decided to go to a movie. We checked on the schedule and decided to go see Hairspray. I had high expectations and was pleasantly surprised. Cayne liked it more than I expected him to. I may send the soundtrack and a gift certificate to my Mom, who would probably enjoy it.

Dinner is now in the oven, and I'm recording the JK Rowling interview on Dateline NBC so that Cayne doesn't get spoiled by any of the things she said. Speaking of such things-he wants to know if he should put his "Snape is Loyal" or his "Snape will betray" sticker up. I know the answer, because I finished the book already, but he doesn't. Do I tell him, or not? (Any comments with spoilers will be screened...)
geminigirl: (Default)
Got up, made a grocery list, sent Cayne to the store while I ate breakfast, cleaned bathrooms and the coffee table. Then we went out and got new cell phones (see previous post) bought a new grill (ours fell apart last week, and we use it a lot, especially in the summer) and some clothes for Cayne. We stopped on the way home at Brustersfor ice cream, because it was raining-you get a second scoop free in the rain, though I like the one in our neighborhood because they'll give me half a scoop of one flavor and half a scoop of another, so I get two flavors in a single scoop. (I had key lime and vanilla. It was delicious.) Came home, made supper, did some DDR and now I'm hanging out on the couch programming my new phone, thinking about downloading ringtones and games, and thinking about going to bed. Tomorrow should be a much less busy day. I have a book of coupons for Joann's, plus we need cat litter, I have a dress to return, and I need to go to Costco. I might do that during the week though when the stores are less crowded-the fleece I should still be there, and I can pick up a few other things while my coupons are good. Now that school is done for a few weeks, I have more time...though I need to sort out what I want to take in the fall, and we need to figure out what Cayne's going to need to take, too.
geminigirl: (Find X)
[Poll #1029618]

The short version...

[ profile] zedrikcayne has had an AT&T/Cingular/various iterations of cell phone for a long time. However, his phone is old enough that as AT&T cuts service to analong and older stuff, he needed to replace his cell phone. My phone was in fine working order, but, we were paying for two separate plans, it seemed to make more sense to get a family plan. The only way to do that was sadly, to lose the number I've had for quite a while. So, I have a new cell number. If you want it (or think I have a cell number that's yours and is probably several years old since the last time I updated phone numbers was when I got the phone we replaced) please provide contact info. :)

We thank you for your support.
geminigirl: (Strong Woman)
Amusing Ebay Auction relating to the Transformers movie. Totally work safe. Read the FAQ.

In an effort to get a certain [ profile] zedrikcayne to exercise more, since he won't go to the gym alone even though it's right across the street from his office, and hates the treadmill, we've invested in two Red Octane dance pads and a DDR Game. I've never really played DDR before, though it's a lot of fun, and I can see why he prefers this to other sorts of cardio. So, we've been playing DDR, and he enjoys it because he can beat me at it, though I seem to focus on simply doing better at each song than I've done before, rather than doing better than he does. But, and perhaps those of you who've played more DDR than I have could help me figure out what my problem is. I do poorly some of the time because I keep feeling like I need to bring my feet back to the center all the time, and not stand on the arrow from the previous movement. Other than practice (which I'm getting plenty of) does anyone have a suggestion as to how to break that habit?

This week has been a less than stellar ones for reasons not necessary to detail here in a public post. This weekend's plans include a late dinner out at Melting Pot, the new Harry Potter book and possibly an ice cream social at the synagogue we're thinking about joining. I'd like to find somewhere decent to get a pedicure but I'm not sure where to go. Classes end shortly, and I need to decide if/what I'm going to take in the fall semester. Same as it ever was.
geminigirl: (Disgruntled)
Dear Neighbor,

As president of the nanny organization homeowners association, you should be aware of the regulations regarding trash being placed in front of the house which come from both the city and the HOA. And yet, you insist upon placing yard waste in plastic trash bags, and impeding my mail delivery. Fix it.

No love,

Dear Neighbor on the other side,

That blue LED sign with your house number is really tacky looking, and annoys my eyes when I'm driving at night. It's even worse because you have the colored lights along your walkway. Really tacky looking.

No Love,

Dear Property Tax Appraiser Staff,

We did in fact submit the required documentation for the Homestead Exemption. It's not my fault that your office can't read "I-551" on the passport stamp, or that you can't read the letter that I enclosed with the copies explaining that the plastic card hadn't arrived, but the stamp was given at the interview to use until the card arrived. I'm not pleased with having to drive downtown to bring [ profile] zedrikcayne's green card to you so that you can see it. I hope that our trip downtown will resolve this issue and I won't have to deal with the Appeals Board, and that you get your act together before next year.

No Love,


Dear Old Guy Working at the Supermarket,

I appreciate that Publix provides carryout service for my groceries, even if I don't take advantage of the service. But it creeps me out that almost all of the guys who are doing the carrying are old enough to be my grandfather.



Dear Creepy Guy Working at Wendy's,

No, the fact that we're both from New York (as you observed by reading the stickers on my windshield) doesn't mean I want free food or your phone number. Just give me my salad and let me go.

No Love,


Dear Pharmacists and Pharmacy Techs,

The reason we go to this pharmacy hasn't ever been the service, and you continue to exemplify that today. We go to this pharmacy because it's easier to get into and out of the parking lot both coming from home and heading towards home than it is to get into the other 24 hour pharmacy, conveniently across the street from you. And when you keep insisting I have no refills on a prescription that I know there are refills on, it makes me question that decision.

Yes, the doctor wrote the script for 90 days with 3 refills. Yes, my insurance won't cover it that way, so you filled it as 30 days with two refills. That's why I picked up a refill on June 9, and I'm back today for another refill. And, yes, there are refills left, so stop telling me there are none. Just fill the prescription, give it to me and let me go home before it starts raining.

No love,


Dear Cats,

Yes, I planted a big pot of grass to help your digestive systems since you don't go outside and can't get that digestive stimulation that way. Please don't overdo it on the first day and make me clean up piles of puke.




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