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April, 2005

  1. I think this might be illegal.

    April 18, 2005 by Louise

    Okay, now’s my turn to ask you for a favor. Er, when do I not ask you guys for favors? I’m a total spazmo asking-other-people-for-stuff greedy guts, aren’t I?

    You know this site? Well I am like, freaking out about it. Because I need gifts for my bridesmaids and my mom and my sister and my future m-i-l and my s-i-l … and I’m thinking “Holy crap, that is gonna be expensive!!!” … and as you know, I am a totally uhm… cheap-ass mofo, if you want to know the truth. So the free jewelry thing was a huge YAY for me. Especially when the lovely Firebrand offered to let me use her address to ship to, and then she’d send the stuff to me. What a woman! She is very awesome.

    But then.

    I found out that not only do they not ship outside the States, they will not accept Paypal from outside the States, either, even if I was to have it shipped to someone else’s house and pay for it with my paypal etc.

    So what I’m wondering is this: is there anyone out there who I could paypal the money TO, and then they would have to go through the whole rigmarole of ordering the stuff for me with THEIR paypal info, and then sending it to me?

    A lot to ask, huh? I realize that and know that I’m a pain in the ass. But I’m just so… cheap. And I’ve seen that they have my exact wedding colours and it would be so nice to give some pretty peridot and topaz pendants to the peeps and not have to pay $50 for them.

    e-mail me (louiseATcow-dogDOTnet) if you think you might be able to… it would be totally wondrous and helpful if you could.


  2. Things I don’t like about our apartment:

    April 17, 2005 by Louise

    I don’t like that it is pretty small. That’s not the apartment’s fault, though, it was just built that way.
    But it being small makes it difficult to keep tidy, because we have so much STUFF, and nowhere to put it.

    I don’t like that there isn’t a fan in the bathroom so everytime you take a shower the windows in the livingroom steam up and the fire alarm goes off (I remedied that by taking the batteries out of the fire alarm but that’s illegal and scares me).

    I don’t like that the closet doors are ugly, and are sort of broken, but the superintendent says they’re not really broken so he isn’t gonna fix them.

    I don’t like the raggedy carpeting.

    I don’t like that the windows leak and then mold grows on the window frames and the superintendent says that that’s condensation and we should just make sure to wipe down our windowframes with a towel every day (scuse me but I don’t want my towels touching scuzzy scuz) and keep our heat off (in winter? right). And it’s not condensation, well, some of it might be, but I have sat here in and watched water pour in during a rainstorm.

    I don’t like that the cable which is supposed to be included in our rent is being taken away and yet our rent is being raised. Again.

    I don’t like that our appliances only sort of work and when they replace them they replace them with other old appliances that also don’t work quite as they should. But in a different way.

    I don’t like that we only have one sink in the kitchen, so it’s hard to rinse the dishes.

    I don’t like that I will go into the kitchen, shut all the cupboard doors, and five minutes later I will go back into the kitchen and they are all wide open again.

    I don’t like that when you flush the toilet the pipes will more often than not make this really loud noise, which will keep going until you turn the tap in the sink on.

    I don’t like that the windows freeze shut in the winter and we can’t get any fresh air.

    I don’t like that heat and hot water are electric so our electric bill is about a thousand dollars a month.

    I don’t like that the elevators are disgusting Stench Boxes.

    Okay. There *are* things I like about the apartment. Such as its triangle-ness. And the superintendent’s wife is really nice. And all my stuff’s already here. And… um… the view from the roof.
    And yes, we plan on moving, when we actually have the funds to save up for first and last months’ rent and all that stuff. But right now, I’m doing the dishes, and the kitchen is tiny, and the sink isn’t right, and I felt like whining. Voila.


  3. … aside from ‘free’ healthcare, that is.

    by Louise

    Titles are hard to come up with.

    1:48 a.m. Yay, no sleeping! I even refrained from napping this afternoon when I SOOOOOOO wanted to, so that I would be sure to be able to sleep tonight.
    Feh. Stupid no-sleep.

    Okay, you’ve all probably seen this before. Both Miss Connie and Emily have posted about it in the past week. HOLY CRAP IT’S FREE (well, free except you pay the shipping) STUFF THAT WOULD NORMALLY COST $65!

    Do you know how EXCITED I was when I saw that website? “I know it’s probably skinflinty of me but holy crap! Bridesmaids gifts! Yes! Pretty sparkly things! YES!!!”… but then… I saw… that they don’t ship outside of the United States.

    Motherplucker.

    WHY DOESN’T ANYTHING COOL WORK FOR PEOPLE OUTSIDE OF THE UNITED STATES????


  4. Please don’t smash on me.

    April 16, 2005 by Louise

    Damn, here I was all stoked up to write about the topics chosen for me by my readers, and then the circumstances of the past couple of days kept me from doing so.
    Wednesday: Well, Wednesday I was kind of waiting around for you guys to choose some topics and let me know about them. So Wednesday doesn’t really count.
    Thursday: Thursdays and Fridays are Rob’s day off, so when we woke up we were like “Today is a fun day!” and started watching the Trailer Park Boys. We have the first 4 seasons on DVD (season 5 starts Sunday, are we excited? Yes, we are) so we were all set to be watching a zillion hours of Bubbles and his kitties.
    It must’ve been the kitties.
    If there’s a malady anywhere in my family tree, I’ll inherit it. Seriously. My brother and sister? Both perfectly fine. Wait, my brother’s allergic to penicillin and my sister to sulfa drugs. I’m not allergic to any drugs… I’m allergic to everything else in the world, such as fur and feathers (so’s my mom), about every form of plant life there is, meat (meat?! that is so stupid). I have eczema (so did my mom’s mom). My hair loss comes from both sides of the family, apparently (my cousin on my mom’s side is a total baldie, like me, and apparently my father lost half the hair on his head when he was 15, but it all grew back by the end of the summer and it never fell out again). Asthma? Yeah, my dad’s dad had that. Blah blah blah. I’m not going to go on with a laundry list of my aches and pains because you’ve all probably had that from your grannies before ;) .
    Anyway, Eczema Arm ™ set in on Thursday afternoon, just as we were settling in to our Trailer Park Extravaganza. My left arm is always the first thing to react to any kind of allergen. I have no idea what I might have come in contact with but all of a sudden my arm broke out in gross hives and I put my steroid cream on it and it HURT LIKE FUCKING HELL (imagine cutting your hand in 85 places. Now imagine dipping your cut hand in Lysol). It hurt so badly that my entire body was shaking and Rob said I was as white as a ghost — so what could I do? I took two Benadryl, which is usually my last act of defense. 1) it works on the hives. That’s the main thing. But 2) it puts me right to sleep. For hours. So I don’t feel the Huge Immense Pain anymore.

    So that’s where Thursday went — I slept for about 9 hours, woke up, did some knitting while watching TPB, then fell asleep again and woke up Friday at probably noon, still hung-over and weird-feeling from the Benadryl. What the heck is IN that stuff?

    Friday: Rob spent lots of the day doing magical things to the computer and I hung around playing vidya games and running around with Emilio Estevez and Judd Nelson. They are both fat little piggies, you know. We also went grocery shopping where Rob made the most Incredible Purchase of our Lifetime. Which he kept from me as a surprise, because he knew I’d have been like “We can’t afford that!” even though I’ve been desiring it forEVER and it was so on sale that it would have been stupid not to buy it. In fact it was so cheap that I’m not even gonna say how cheap it was (like, a dollar! Okay not a dollar but close to it) and just let people assume that we’re richie riches who can richly buy stuff like this for full price. Which we totally didn’t! Just because the plastic cover was ripped and the parka thing was a bit frayed which I can fix by like, just pulling that thread off, it was practically free! Okay! I’m way too excited about this! Uhm. And then we came home from grocery shopping and watched Blazing Saddles and ate supper and I don’t know what until 1 am (seriously can’t remember. And no, I’m not on drugs) and then I went to sleep. Oh wait, I was reading for awhile and I had a bath and uhm… I don’t know. Yeah.

    So that’s that. Right now it’s about 6 am on Saturday morning. I woke up at 5 and couldn’t sleep anymore (yay 4 hours sleep! woo!) and I’ve been told to not just lay in bed if I can’t sleep, to get up and do stuff, and then if I feel sleepy to go back to bed. So that’s what I’m doing. Aren’t you glad? Yes I thought you would be.

    And now, for all the lovely participants in my little reader-participation thing, well, here we go.

    (more…)


  5. CHALLENGE!

    April 12, 2005 by Louise

    Well hello! Where have you been?! I mean, jeeze!

    I’m good. I am still worrying about money, because that’s just what I do, but I’m not freaking out as much anymore. The crying over the Pope (totally NOT caused by PMS in case anyone was wondering) is done with — I’m sad that he died, because in my lifetime he did a lot of good stuff (and yes, I know that many people could say that he did just as much bad stuff and he wasn’t all that but hey, it’s my blog, yes?) and I *am* Catholic (however lapsed, I still have all the Catholic School behind me), and weirdly enough it just seemed like losing a grandparent. The nice grandparent, who would slip you a cookie when your parents weren’t looking. And do funny dances to entertain you.
    Don’t make fun, that’s how it was for me.

    Right now though? I can’t think of anything to write about. Yeah, me, the one who can write about my Drivers’ Handbook for six thousand words. I’m Speechless. This simply can’t go on.

    SO! Here you go: Tell me what to write about. I reserve the right to NOT write about something if I find it offensive or icky, but other than that, I’ll write about whatever you want me to (well, unless I know nothing about that subject– and seriously? When has that ever stopped me before?).

    And while I’m waiting? You should go to Rob’s blog and check out the cool cool photos he posted there. Oh yeah, we’re so metal. GWAR!!!


  6. Okay

    April 2, 2005 by Louise

    Tell me please, why I have been crying for the past three hours over the Pope?