No more Wash N' Go for Me

I am back in the 21st century! I am finally able to do laundry at home again. Even though I am not a huge fan of doing laundry, I was actually excited to do a load today after my "new-to-me" washer and dryer were set up. It is amazing how the little things make me happy! Just the added convenience of not having to haul hall of my unmentionables out of the house to some public venue to wash and dry or send them over to my parents will be so great! My parents have been so nice letting me do laundry at their house or in most cases, my mom would throw my stuff in with theirs. That has been a bonus. But it is just nice to have everything in one place and to be able to take care of it myself. YAY!

Relax!

I spontaneously decided to rent a movie from one of those convenient kiosks outside of the gas station after I finished at Costco this afternoon. I pulled up and parked, then patiently waited in my car while a mother and son finished choosing their movies and checking out. After they were done with their transaction, I got out of my car so I could decide what to rent. While was looking through the movies, a woman came up and stood waiting to rent. While my movies were dispensing, I turned to her to make casual conversation, saying "I just could not decide." She had only had to wait on me for a couple of minutes. I was very aware that she was waiting. Anyway, she said back to me, "That is why I get online before I come to rent so I don't make people wait for me to choose what to rent." We continued our conversation and then I got in my car.

I was not impressed. As a matter of fact, as I drove out of the parking lot on to my next destination, I got a little fired up. What was this woman's issue? She had to wait all of TWO MINUTES while I selected my movies. I was dumb enough to make casual conversation with her (yes, my mistake) and that is when she proceeded to inform me (albeit not so subtly) that I was not being considerate because I did not take the time to plan ahead to decide what I wanted to rent. Really? Are you serious? The whole point of of these kiosks is for CONVENIENCE. For heaven's sake, RELAX!

RTA

RTA is supposed to mean ready-to-assemble; however it really means "get ready to swear in four different languages while you use tiny tools made for hobbits." Also, I am not sure what the manufacturer's definition of ready-to-assemble is, but mine is "does not require a PhD in Mechanical Engineering and/or power tools" both of which I do not have and apparently needed to assemble my recently purchased "easy" to assemble RTA furniture. I had to call in reinforcements. I was not qualified for this endeavor. I am qualified to watch someone else struggle with my poor choices since this is somewhat amusing and only cost me some pizza and Cold Smoke. Everything turned out ok and the two pieces are nice enough. They will serve their purpose, but for the stress and blow to my ego, next time I will buy "real" furniture.

Shut-up!

I should not even be dignifying this by writing about it more, but really do we have to listen to more about the Kardashian wedding from this past weekend? This is getting to be ridiculous. I want to throw things at the TV every time I hear "more exclusive footage from the" blah blah blah. Do we not have more pressing news or other people to report about then this fat-assed reality TV bimbo and her NBA TV husband? "E" is really over publicizing and milking this event that I am sure will not be a single occurrence. So please, "E," I am begging you to find something else to dish on and leave the wedding pics/footage for your giant Kardashian wedding special. You are giving it all away! OMG!

The Sax is Back

I am so excited that the saxophone is back in contemporary popular music! Artists like Katy Perry and Lady Gaga are incorporating the versatile instrument into their mega hits like "Last Friday Night T.G.I.F." and "The Edge of Glory." The sax has been popular in contemporary Top 40 music for decades, but it is making its way to a headliner position again. There is nothing like a great sax solo to make you feel amazing and want to get your groove on!

A Long Hiatus

Well, it has been a very long time since I posted anything on my blog, but that is the beauty of the Internet; it is not going anywhere. Hello my old friend! I have missed you. What a great place for me to publicly ridicule myself and others. YAY! How I have missed this outlet! The last time I posted was literally two years ago. Where has the time gone? So much to rant about. . .

Alas, I must keep this short and pithy. The most important thing I have to say is who really cares that Kim Kardashian married NBA star Kris Humphries and how many celebutantes attended their over-the-top, overly publicized nuptials this weekend? Per many postings that I read, (and I agree) Kim K is not American Royalty. She is a reality TV star who is quite narcissistic and if she had any sense would use her celebrity status for something decent. Neither her or Kris need any wedding gifts despite their outrageous wedding registry. Really? How tacky! I would hope that they would do the respectable thing and donate a substantial amount of money to charity to demonstrate that they are not the self-absorbed, money-grubbing assholes they portray on TV. Oops. I bet that is not an act. . .

Cock-a-doodle do or Cock-a-doodle don't?

The Bozeman City Commission voted to allow chickens within the city limits this week. I am really not sure the Commission has thought this one through completely. So let's suppose you have a $500k home and your next door neighbor decides to start raising chickens a.k.a. puts in a mini feed lot next to your half million dollar impeccably landscaped home. You, since you are a true Bozemanite, also own a black lab. Your lab, not used to living next to chickens, takes off one day in pursuit of one of the birds when you let him out. You hear a giant commotion outside and go running only to find the dog next door in the neighbor's feedlot/hen house. The neighbor comes out, near hysterical. chickens are running everywhere; feather are flying. Your normally well-behaved and trained dog is chasing the birds. After all, he is bird dog. You and your neighbor whip out your cell phones and call 911. You need some help. The cops are called to your domestic disturbance. The question is- what do you say? Is it a poultry 911? Is it a domestic dispute? I mean what do you tell the 911 operator when you call? And really, having the cops show up for something like this when half way across Bozeman someone one is having a real emergency. What exactly was the Bozeman City Commission thinking? and what about the eggs? I have not even touched on all the issues surrounding eggs and egg theft. . .

Deja TV

As if the first time these shows were on they were not bad enough, we get to endure them again. If you have no idea what I am talking about, I am referring to the rebirth of 90210 and Melrose Place. For those of you who don't have the pleasure of wasting brain cells on watching trash television, 90210 is on its second season on mega network the CW. Joining it there is Melrose Place with some of the original cast members. (Really?) Could not these out of work actors find a worse nighttime soap to "act" on? In all fairness, I grew up on the originals of both of these shows and of course, like most teenagers at that time, had a huge crush on most of the male cast members. At the time, most of us did not know that all of them were well into their twenties while filming the teenage drama. Of course, I am not not totally mocking these two shows since I have not seen an entire episode of Melrose Place redux yet, but I know this. How can you mess with a classic deliciously trashy original?

The Bug

Sometimes you're the windshield. . .sometimes you're the bug sings Mary Chapin Carpenter in her song "The Bug." I am trying to figure out which one I am this week?

Catch Up

I am not sure how to write eight months worth of posts in one post, so I won't even try. I realized the other day that I had not posted on my blog since last year and thought I would write a few lines. With Facebook and Twitter, who has time for blogging? Just kidding. I don't have time to social network my life away. There are days I have time to barely check my personal email. By the time I get home at night, I am really not wanting to drone away on the computer since I am in front of one at least 8 hours a day. And here I sit, messaging friends asking myself, how did we lose the personal contact of talking on the phone or sitting face-to-face with people and trade it for the "connected" life of instant messaging, Blackberries, iPhones, and social networking? I just do not know anymore. I am so guilty of it and these things are addicting! *Sigh* If it was not for work, I would not look at my Blackberry in the evenings at all. Some nights I don't even look at my cell phone and I miss text messages and phone calls because the ringer is turned down too low. As much as I rely on technology, I find myself running away from it having been immersed in it all day and wanting a a break from the madness. It is very ironic. I want it and don't want it all at the same time. . .