The Weekend Wrap-Up
This is my second attempt at this post, after LJ ate the first. Really. I understand the need for maintenance, but can you not eat my long posts? Or even my sorta long ones?? I'm a paying customer, here!
Grrrr....
Anyway, the weekend was a busy one, as evidenced by the lack of posting as well as the time it took me to answer emails and comments. Besides making ice cream pies and watching the Stupor Bowl, I had lots to keep me busy.
Friday
I hardly ever buy new clothes for myself. And so when we ended up with time between supper at the Tomato Palace and The New World at the movies (review forthcoming!), Bobby needed new dress trousers, and so we went to the mall. At which point, he coaxed me into a store selling girls' clothes. And bade me to look around. And walked out and told me that I had to buy something for myself.
So I ended up with a corset-type top, off-white and lacy, with about twenty impractical hooks that have to be done up. It's a nice top, though, and flattering to my figure. Plus (and I know you all want to know this), it gives me cleavage, which I never even knew I had before. And should I strike out on finding a suitable Elf costume for the Ren Faire this year, I can always wear this.
(I can't help but feel it's kind of sad when my everyday clothes can work as costumes too.)
Saturday
Saturday, Comcast was scheduled to come out and install our high-definition cable TV.
Now, you can't just buy a converter box and install it yourself. No, no, that'd be too easy. You have to make an appointment so that they can plug it in for you. And naturally, they give you a conveniently small timeframe for arrival: say, sometime between nine and one. And so you get to waste half your day, sitting and waiting to have your box plugged in.
At one, we got a phone call that the guy was going to be a half-hour late. He arrived at one-thirty and, by three, was still there and we still didn't have HDTV. He called his manager to troubleshoot and went outside to smoke while waiting for the guy to call back, and Bobby crawled behind the TV to have a look at what he wasn't doing.
The box wasn't even plugged in. He'd plugged the HD cable directly into the TV, not the converter box.
When he returned, and Bobby pointed this out, he insisted that it didn't even need to go through the converter box. Then why did we need to buy a bloody converter box?!
Bobby asked the guy to humor him and try plugging the HDTV into the converter instead of the TV and *drumroll* *gasp* it worked!
Bobby and I had been planning all week to have lunch at a French cafe near us called La Madeleine, just as soon as the cable guy was done. We didn't get there until 3:30 and, needless to say, by then were ready to eat the furniture. The other customers must have thought that we'd never eaten before because we attacked our meals with a single-minded focus that allowed no room for conversation, except to occasionally curse the cable guy around a mouthful of French bread.
Sunday
Then, Sunday was skating class. I have been skating with my friend Rachel for almost ten years now; we skate duets in the show. This year, we are doing a Tom Jones' medley that is nice and upbeat...a good thing because I was always labeled a "graceful skater" and so got stuck every year with the slow songs and empress-waisted skating dresses that make liberal use of chiffon. So upbeat is fun for a change.
Ms. Jackie, our instructor, has her heart set on us doing a camel-sit spin combination. And I know why: I am one of the only skaters who can do this well. The problem is that poor Rachel can't even do a camel spin by itself. So for her sake, I hope that Ms. Jackie scraps the idea.
Because I know that you're all itching to Wiki "camel spin," here's a pic so that you don't have to bother:
Of course, this is a ice skater and I'm a rollerskater. I am also a girl...but it was the only pic I could find of an inner-back camel. Apparently, outer-back camels are wildly popular and no one does any kind of camel on rollerskates.
Then, you kick forward into a sit spin:
Or that's the idea. :)
Monday
Today was back to The Old Grind™ at work. For those of you intensely interested in the soap opera drama that is the Warrant Apprehension Unit, Kathy is sick again. And my coworkers continue to annoy me by attempting to pawn off their case reviews on me. Why would anyone think that a statistician has the power to review and close cases? More likely, they are hoping to sneak in cases that aren't up for review past the dumb blond nerd so that they don't have to deal with them anymore. Not this dumb blond nerd.
No word yet on my pay raise. Not that I'm surprised that it takes this agency two weeks to answer a yes-or-no question.
Now it's time to try posting. Again.
Grrrr....
Anyway, the weekend was a busy one, as evidenced by the lack of posting as well as the time it took me to answer emails and comments. Besides making ice cream pies and watching the Stupor Bowl, I had lots to keep me busy.
Friday
I hardly ever buy new clothes for myself. And so when we ended up with time between supper at the Tomato Palace and The New World at the movies (review forthcoming!), Bobby needed new dress trousers, and so we went to the mall. At which point, he coaxed me into a store selling girls' clothes. And bade me to look around. And walked out and told me that I had to buy something for myself.
So I ended up with a corset-type top, off-white and lacy, with about twenty impractical hooks that have to be done up. It's a nice top, though, and flattering to my figure. Plus (and I know you all want to know this), it gives me cleavage, which I never even knew I had before. And should I strike out on finding a suitable Elf costume for the Ren Faire this year, I can always wear this.
(I can't help but feel it's kind of sad when my everyday clothes can work as costumes too.)
Saturday
Saturday, Comcast was scheduled to come out and install our high-definition cable TV.
Now, you can't just buy a converter box and install it yourself. No, no, that'd be too easy. You have to make an appointment so that they can plug it in for you. And naturally, they give you a conveniently small timeframe for arrival: say, sometime between nine and one. And so you get to waste half your day, sitting and waiting to have your box plugged in.
At one, we got a phone call that the guy was going to be a half-hour late. He arrived at one-thirty and, by three, was still there and we still didn't have HDTV. He called his manager to troubleshoot and went outside to smoke while waiting for the guy to call back, and Bobby crawled behind the TV to have a look at what he wasn't doing.
The box wasn't even plugged in. He'd plugged the HD cable directly into the TV, not the converter box.
When he returned, and Bobby pointed this out, he insisted that it didn't even need to go through the converter box. Then why did we need to buy a bloody converter box?!
Bobby asked the guy to humor him and try plugging the HDTV into the converter instead of the TV and *drumroll* *gasp* it worked!
Bobby and I had been planning all week to have lunch at a French cafe near us called La Madeleine, just as soon as the cable guy was done. We didn't get there until 3:30 and, needless to say, by then were ready to eat the furniture. The other customers must have thought that we'd never eaten before because we attacked our meals with a single-minded focus that allowed no room for conversation, except to occasionally curse the cable guy around a mouthful of French bread.
Sunday
Then, Sunday was skating class. I have been skating with my friend Rachel for almost ten years now; we skate duets in the show. This year, we are doing a Tom Jones' medley that is nice and upbeat...a good thing because I was always labeled a "graceful skater" and so got stuck every year with the slow songs and empress-waisted skating dresses that make liberal use of chiffon. So upbeat is fun for a change.
Ms. Jackie, our instructor, has her heart set on us doing a camel-sit spin combination. And I know why: I am one of the only skaters who can do this well. The problem is that poor Rachel can't even do a camel spin by itself. So for her sake, I hope that Ms. Jackie scraps the idea.
Because I know that you're all itching to Wiki "camel spin," here's a pic so that you don't have to bother:
Of course, this is a ice skater and I'm a rollerskater. I am also a girl...but it was the only pic I could find of an inner-back camel. Apparently, outer-back camels are wildly popular and no one does any kind of camel on rollerskates.
Then, you kick forward into a sit spin:
Or that's the idea. :)
Monday
Today was back to The Old Grind™ at work. For those of you intensely interested in the soap opera drama that is the Warrant Apprehension Unit, Kathy is sick again. And my coworkers continue to annoy me by attempting to pawn off their case reviews on me. Why would anyone think that a statistician has the power to review and close cases? More likely, they are hoping to sneak in cases that aren't up for review past the dumb blond nerd so that they don't have to deal with them anymore. Not this dumb blond nerd.
No word yet on my pay raise. Not that I'm surprised that it takes this agency two weeks to answer a yes-or-no question.
Now it's time to try posting. Again.