Queue Me Up.

Last week when I was without a computer, I went to use one at our hotel’s “business center”. They had two computers, one was from the Stone Age, the other from Roman Times.

When I went in one morning, I saw that some guy was on the Roman one. Damn. I hadn’t used the Stone Age one yet, but I was there when the hubby used it the day before and it wasn’t a pretty sight.

I was trying to do this, that, and the other and quickly found out that the fraking computer couldn’t do the simplest things. I would type something or click on a link and it had a 5 minute delay.

So while I’m waiting and waiting, the computer goes apeshit and starts opening up new windows. I kept on trying to x them off (get your mind out of the gutter) but I couldn’t keep up and 60 windows opened up.

I kept on looking over at the guy next to me, hoping that he’d get up soon so I could use that computer. He was on Netflix, looking at his queue for a good 30 minutes. I was getting really annoyed and hemming and hawing, hoping this guy would get the picture.

Of course he didn’t and I took to twitter mentioning that this guy is just staring blankly at his Netflix queue.

Before I could finish tweeting, the computer froze up. I kept trying to shut it down and restart it. I couldn’t just say screw it and walk away from the computer because I didn’t want to leave my twitter account open. While I continuously clicked on Ctrl+Alt+Del, the guy looks over at me and asks if I have a Netflix account.

Why. did. I. say. yes?

He said that he couldn’t figure out how to rearrange the order of his movies and delete others. I tried to explain what to do but since the computer was so crappy, it wouldn’t budge.

While waiting for his computer to do something, the guy told me there were several movies in his queue that he had to delete because some of them had less than 3.8 stars. Um, okay.

Weird guy: How do you decide what movies to put in your queue?

Me: It usually has a lot to do with the actors that are in the movie and the plot.


He looked at me like I was an alien who just ran over a kitten with my spaceship.

Weird guy: You don’t go by the number of stars the movie gets?

Me: Not usually since the ratings are subjective.

Weird guy: So you have movies in your queue that have less than 3.8 stars?

Me: Uh huh. Thinking to myself I need to get logged out of the other computer and get the hell away from this weird guy. Also wondering why he has such a hard on for 3.8 stars.

Weird guy: Do you know anything about this movie; points to the number one movie on his queue, 10 Things I Hate About You.

Me: No, sorry. I haven’t seen it. (Liar, I’ve only seen it about 20 times.)

Weird guy: Well do you think I would like it?

Me: How many stars does it have? (heh)

Weird guy: 3.8

Me: Sure. (Yeah, right. Because a weirdo in his 60’s would just love that kind of movie. Uh wait, he just might.)

I start gesturing to one of the guys at the reception desk and tell him the computer is frozen while Mr. Weirdo McWeirdyson continues down his list of movies.

The reception guy helps me log off the Stone Age computer and I say a quick sorry, gotta go to the weird guy and leave him to his 3.8 star rated movies. I went back to the hotel room and told my hubby that we have to go and get a laptop right. now.

*I got a netbook because of all the features it had i.e it was cute. I soon found out it was just too small i.e I’m getting old and couldn’t see the screen that well. A few days ago we went to exchange it for a regular sized laptop and I’m in lurve. It’s my new baby and I’ve even named it Tobias, Toby for short.

While waiting forever for someone to help us get the computer out of lockdown at Best Buy (can’t they have more than one key, and why does that person with the sainted key always seem to be missing), I was thinking how that movie Inception with Leo DiCaprio looks pretty cool.

Then I started thinking of the movie This Boy’s Life that he was in and how it was based on the true story of writer Tobias Wolff. When I finally got the computer in my hands, I automatically called it Toby. I’m glad I wasn’t thinking of the guy that was “helping” us or my new laptop would be called dumbass.

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Don’t Fret, It’s Music Monday! Pomplamoose

Pomplamoose – Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)

We’re finally in Northern California and on our first night here we got kicked out of our hotel room for having our cat. This is a chain we’ve been staying at for more than 10 years whenever we move because they allow pets. After the 8 day drive to get here and the sheer exhaustion we had, it never occurred to us that this hotel in particular wouldn’t allow pets.

When we found the hotel that we’re currently at, we were stuck in a very tiny room. We literally couldn’t walk in the room without tripping over our bags.

This morning my hubby was able to get a much bigger room here and the little girl even has a room to herself so we don’t have to do a lights out at 7:30pm. Needless to say, doing that the night before really sucked.

We found a house but we can’t get ahold of the rental guy. We’ve done everything short of sending out a carrier pigeon to get in touch with him. As soon as I saw the house, I knew we have to live there. So now the other houses we’ve looked at don’t even compare. Hopefully we’ll hear from this guy soon.

 In the meantime we’ll be looking at houses that I’ll kinda sorta like but don’t really want to live in. On that note, Dude pick up your phone and check your damn email. We gots to get that house!

*If you would like to see something in particular for Music Monday drop me an email or leave a comment. Bands and musicians that aren’t mainstream are especially welcome but anything goes.

 It’s also fine if it’s a video you haven’t seen since the 8th grade when you had a major crush on that guy who wouldn’t give you the time of day but is now bugging you on Facebook. Ahem, not that I would know anything about that. 

If you have a blog, make sure to add the URL in your email so I can link your site. C’mon, don’t be shy. Have a great Monday!


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Banging My Head Against A Spike Would Be More Fun.

The hubby will be known as buttmunch for this post.

Cue the Law and Order music.


The buttmunch and I were packing and trying to get everything together since we were going to a hotel that night. I had the little girl’s things packed and went to get my things together. I asked my buttmunch if he could go downstairs and get some toys for the little girl.


Around 8pm that night we were on the way to the hotel and the buttmunch went back to the house to pack some more. Soon after, I put the little girl to bed. I called the buttmunch a few times to remind him what to bring back to the hotel.


The next morning my buttmunch went back to the house since the movers were coming, so it was just me and my daughter. After breakfast I went over to a box that the buttmunch brought and looked through it for toys.


There weren’t any there so I looked through a few bags. Not there. I looked through her bag, my bag, the buttmunch’s bag. Nada. I was starting to panic but before I went into freak out mode, I looked through EVERYTHING again. Nope.


It was raining outside and there wasn’t anything for her to play with inside. The little girl just had a few books I had packed in her bag and normally she loves to “read” her books. She must have smelled the fear on me because when I would give her a book, she would throw it on the ground and give me a bitch, please look.

Then she started to run around the room and whine. It was her special whine. The kind that makes me feel like my head is going to explode any minute.


I then called the buttmunch. When he answered I politely and in a very calm tone, and not at all yelling *coughnotcough*, told him that we didn’t have any toys at the hotel room. He couldn’t bring the toys by (and I didn’t have the car) since he was waiting for the movers and told me that I “had the stroller, so there was that“.

May I remind you that it was raining.




I found a pack of tic tacs that she grabbed at the store the day before. She wouldn’t let them go and chewed off most of the wrapper so they were ours for keeps. Those only amused her for a few minutes.

While the little girl was racing around the room, I sat on the couch dazed from the lack of caffeine. I contemplated dragging the both of us to the hotel lobby so I could get my hands on some coffee and the little girl could run around in a bigger space.

To get to the lobby we had to go outside and walk what seemed like a mile in the pouring rain, so I decided it was best to just stay in the room.


While I was twitching around from my caffeine withdrawal and a whiny toddler, I found two plastic spoons. I thought “Yay, she loves spoons!” A few seconds after giving her one, she dropped it on the nasty hotel room carpet. The same carpet that turned her white socks black within a few hours.

So I threw it away and gave her the second spoon. Same thing. Finally, I just let her start throwing things out of our bags onto the nasty carpet. The carpet Dateline NBC says is covered in fecal matter, salmonella, and sperm. I guess there are a lot of chickens that stay at hotels and have booty sex.

While the little girl was going through the bags, she struck gold. She found a Ziploc bag full of tampons, the ones that come in bright colors. She was entranced with my bag o’ tampons. The little girl started roaming around the room with the bag, shaking it and holding it above her head.

This kept her occupied for about 10 minutes. While she was playing with her new toy, I was looking through the bags again, not for toys but for anything resembling caffeine. No such luck.


After she got bored with the bag, I spent the next seven hours repeatedly singing the Elmo Duck Song, Elmo’s Song, and letting her play with my cell phone (which surprisingly still works). I also got quite a workout staying in a room that wasn’t child-proofed. Finally after one of the longest. days. ever, the buttmunch came back to the room.


Hmmm, what’s that sound? Is it me saying no sex for a week? Well, that’s nothing new.

*We’re still not in California. It has taken us forever to drive across the country and as of this morning we are in New Mexico, about an hour from Arizona. I finally got my hands on a new laptop (thanks to my sweet hubby, the buttmunch).

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Don’t Fret, It’s Music Monday! Andrew Bird

Andrew Bird – A Nervous Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left

Andrew Bird – Why

If you’re reading this, then I haven’t been able to get to a computer and I’m out of touch with celebrity gossip. What crazy thing did Mel Gibson say or do this week? Did Britney Spears finally chop off that ratty weave? Inquiring minds want to know! Hopefully we’re very close to California by now. Have a great Monday!

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TMI Friday.

Just a few musings from my hubby this week.

Hubby looking around his closet while packing.

Oh Wise One: I guess shoes start falling apart after 10 years. And if you haven’t worn them in 20, you should throw them away.

While watching a show with Liza Minelli…

Hubby: Who is she?

Me: Explains to hubby who Liza is.

Hubby: Didn’t she have that lip-synching scandal?

Me: Uh, No. That was Milli Vanilli.

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California, Here We Come!

We almost have everything packed and tonight we’re going to a hotel. We’ll be there until Friday and then it’s off to Northern California.

There’s a computer problem though. My hubby has his heart set on getting an iPad and we’ve been on a waiting list. The Apple store said it’s likely we’ll get ours by today but we haven’t heard from them yet.

We have a very unreliable (useless) laptop so if we don’t get our iPad this week (giggle…I still think the name is so funny) then I’m going to have to go on a short hiatus. We might have access to a computer at the hotel we’re staying at but I’m not 100% sure. I have a few posts lined up just in case. I hope you’ll check back!

I’m sure you’ve already seen this but I couldn’t resist.

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Don’t Fret, It’s Music Monday! Ani DiFranco

Ani DiFranco – Little Plastic Castle

Yesterday we decided to take a much needed break from packing and the upcoming move, so we headed to Barnes and Noble. After getting an iced coffee, we went over to the children’s books. We let the little girl run around and play while I picked out a few Elmo books for her. She is so crazy about Elmo. For the past several months I’ve loved him just as much as she has, but lately he’s making me feel kind of stabby.

I came across the cookbook section and there she was, dum dum dum, Julia Child. I’ve mentioned before that I’m not much of a cook. I’m lucky if I don’t mess up a heat and serve dinner (seriously, how sad is that?) but a few months ago we saw the movie Julie and Julia and I fell in love with her. Then a few weeks ago I got her book, My Life In France, and now I’m a Julia Child groupie.

I love to bake and have even thought about taking a few pastry classes once we get settled in California. But now after reading so much about Julia Child and her passion for food, I might actually give cooking another try although I don’t expect miracles. And then I saw this:

Cue the singing angels.

Since we had the little girl’s stroller filled with way too many books already, I decided to pick this one up in the near future. I’ve been looking for a recipe book on baking and I’ve finally found one I think I’m really going to like.

After we left the bookstore, we went to Tarzhay to pick up some last minute things for our move and ended up with an overflowing cart. How does that happen? I made sure to get a box of Archer Farms lemon straws. They remind me of these cookies I used to have when I was a kid, I think they were called Lemon Coolers. I have been on the lookout for those for years but I think they are no more. sniff sniff…

We got home, had dinner, and put the little girl to bed. Of course she wasn’t quite ready for bed yet.

Finally it was back to more packing and before bed I got in a few chapters of My Life In France. I hope everyone has a great Monday and Bon Appetit!

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