Archive for October, 2008
Jello Nipples
My favorite thing about eating sugar-free Jello? Pulling back the foil cap and finding the perfect little jello nipple underneath! How does it get there? The jello isn’t touching the foil in any way and the surface of the jello is perfectly smooth. Where did the nipple come from? Wherever it comes from, it tastes delicious.
Jello Nipple
Update to Heartbreak Week
Recall this story from last week.
So I decided to hit the MoA Apple Store’s Genius Bar finally to see about fixing my shattered heart iPhone. On the way there hubs and I had what I felt was like a parent-child discussion on what if this happens again aka what kind of case are you getting so it doesn’t. Good times. But he’s right. I’m concerned about this happening again as well. I’m also concerned about how many cool points I lose for having a case. Cool points are very important.
I was running late leaving work so hubs dropped me off so I could run in and make it in time for my appointment. I rush into the store to be met with Mr. Orange Shirt (too young to be considered hot but cute) who, when I showed him why I was there made the ugliest grimace I have ever seen on someone so young. I was mentally preparing myself for the assraping that was about to happen and he only increased my anxiety. Fucker.
So I proceed to the Genius Bar where my name is immediately called. I lay my crushed spirit iPhone on the counter, slid it across to the Geniusette on the other side and she gives me the “ah we see this all the time and you’re about to get seriously boned and not by that cute guy up front” nod. She confers with the gray-haired-but-hip dude next to her and comes up with the price for fixing my broken life iPhone: $299. Yep, $299. No, really, $299. I had to buy a new phone.
I had already decided that if it was $200 I was going to have Apple fix it. If it was $400 I was going to fix it myself (or have the cool guys at work do it for me cuz they rule). Somewhere in between I was going to have a hard decision to make – do I or don’t I? Since I got a new phone out of the deal and didn’t have to go without for days, I went for it. On the plus side, I got to walk out of there with a brand new phone plus the super-sexy case that hubs made me get so this doesn’t happen again.
It’s amazing how dependent I am on the information and applications on the phone. I had this shiny new phone but didn’t have any way to let the world know that all was well again in the universe – no phone numbers to text, no twitter app, no facebook app, no email account – I felt so alone.
It’s now restoring from backup. Hopefully this works. All Apple stuff just works, doesn’t it?
Is It Wrong That I Laughed?
Spawn #1 (5 years old) was playing with a couple of rubber balls – throwing them up the stairs, tossing them around the basement, generally being very silly. When he’s silly he babbles to himself – diarrhea of the mouth – nonstop, constant gibberish I am usually quite good at tuning out. However, he said something that caught my attention:
Him: [blah blah] balls [blah blah] face
Me: What did you just say?
Him: I love these balls in my face!
I couldn’t stop laughing. Was that wrong of me?
What Makes a Great Back Rub?
You know how sometimes you are getting a back rub from someone and it’s just not feeling quite right? Usually this is because the other person doesn’t really like giving back rubs, like it’s just not their thing. So they can be too timid like giving a rub here or a rub there and calling it good. Or they overcompensate by being too aggressive just to get it over with so they can catch the season premiere of Gray’s Anatomy. I’m here to tell you that enthusiasm is the number one rule of great back rubs. You must want to give the back rub, enjoy giving the back rub and mean it (let’s face it, sisters, we can fake just about anything). Let it engulf you and become one with the back rub, forgetting all else. Also, don’t think of the back rub as a means to an end or check mark on the way to getting your own back rubbed. Treat the giving of the back rub as its own reward.
Sometimes it really is just bad back rub technique. Doubtin’ it, tho.
Heartbreak Week 2008
So it’s only Thursday and it’s already been a banner week, each day better than the previous. What better way to top off the week? What could tomorrow possibly bring that tops what happened today?
Shattered Screen
My satin-lined pockets and the smooth-as-silk design of the iPhone exterior were incompatible today as my iPhone met the bathroom floor with a crash – twice. The phone won round 1 (yay). Round two goes to the floor. I rarely take my phone with me to the bathroom yet twice today I forgot it was in my pocket or I was in a hurry and couldn’t afford the extra trip required to keep the phone out of the bathroom (cuz that’s just kinda yuk).
Shattered Heart
Just as the iPhone screen shattered, so did my fragile heart. Then like a dumbass I answered the phone and felt the pain of shards poking my ear. No blood, just shards of unhappiness piercing the skin of my bruised and battered shell.
Weeping at the Loss
How can I go on living with such destruction? Will I be able to repair the damage?
More importantly, how much is this shit gonna cost me?!?
P.S. Ironically, I’ve been seeing this video all week on VH1’s Jump Start. I didn’t really appreciate it until tonight.
Recent Creaminess
Other’s Recent Creaminess
Creamy Bits
- Wow so working late on a Friday isn't bad enough I have to deal with effing twins traffic?
- @geardaddie I have that already but it's lacking that certain je ne se quois.
- I think I might need this: www.omnigroup.com/products/omnifocus" class="twitter-link">http://www.omnigroup.com/products/omnifocus/