Bwahahahaha!

So it looks like Rush Limbaugh was swamped with hate mail from Clay Aiken fans this week after Rush dissed American Idol on his talk show- prompting him to clarify his remarks a couple of days later. Who would have thought that out of all the mail that man recieves, a bunch of middle aged women who call themselves "Claymates" would cause Rush to rethink his wording? Check this:

"I'm not putting it down. If you like it, that's fine. I know that I'm in the minority on this, and as a minority I have rights. And I have the right here to tell you I don't like it."

I never thought I'd live to see that day that Rush Limbaugh referred to himself as a minority.

This little blurb just made my entire Saturday morning.

Note to Today: I GIVE UP.

So I brought my photos to SUPER Target to be processed instead of driving the twenty minutes back to Costco for the hundredth time this week. While there, I decided to purchase a stainless steel trash can for the kitchen that appeared to be on sale for $39.99- which may sound like a lot to dispose of garbage but is actually pretty darn cheap for those things.

Lesson of the Day: ALWAYS CHECK YOUR DEBIT CARD RECEIPT BEFORE LEAVING A RETAIL STORE.

Since debit cards require us to punch in little four-digit PINS to pay for our items, we have eliminated the time-honored process of reviewing the total for your purchase before signing away your precious dollars. Because I did not follow the rule stated above I will now be returning to SUPER Target tomorrow to return the trash can I paid $99.99 for.

WHO ON EARTH PAYS $100 FOR A GARBAGE CAN????

Well apparently me, I guess.

The Curse Continues

Those of you who know me best (*ahem* Jason and Steph,) are already aware of this problem I have where whenever I think I can take care of something quickly it will inevitably turn into a gigantic mess that takes two hundered times longer than I thought it would and I end up pulling my hair out and screaming and OH THE DRAMA that ensues. These tasks usually involve a computer or another technological device of some kind, but it seems that the simpler the task should be the longer it will take me. And don't even get me started on the phrase of death that I dare not utter anymore which is,

"I'll just get this one thing done REALLY QUICK."

The two latest big purchases that we have made- Jason's new camera and my beloved laptop- though wonderful, have been raising hell for me when it comes to having photos printed at Costco. Last week when I picked up my batch of photos, I didn't realized that I had needed to make some color adjustments for the type of file that Jason's camera takes so half of them turned out completely flat looking. Thankfully, Jason instructed me how to fix the problem so I did what he told me to do and had them reprinted. Since I now know what the problem was with the color, when I got my new batch of photos ready yesterday I spent the evening correcting all the photo files and burning them to a disc- which I then drove over to Costco this morning. (Bored yet? This is my life, people.) When I got there and put my cd in the machine however, I found out that I had accidentally included a couple of .psd files on the disc when I should have made them .jpg files. (Sorry for the techno-lingo folks! For those of you who don't follow, basically psd files are reeeeely big and the kiosk at the Costco can't handle them and the machine froze up.) BAH! So AGAIN I had to drive home and redo my disc ALL OVER. (Oh yeah- and they also were out of the beer Jason wanted and the cd cases he needs. Double whammy!) I haven't driven back there yet because I'm stil fuming about it. All I want are photos for my album! Why is this so hard for me?

I know, I know, I have all these photos on my site and on Flickr already but as much as I love the information super highway, I'm a sucker for having real, tangible, photographs that I can hold in my hand and put in a scrapbook with little fairy rubber stamps and glitter all around them. I save EVERTHING when it comes to stuff like that. I need my ticket stubs and receipts and wedding invitations and little love notes written in the 10th grade. If you've given me something like that, chances are I still have it in a box in my basement (which is another project entirely that I'm about to embark on!)

Anyway, I'm cooling down a bit now and will head back over there later this afternoon with my fingers crossed that this time I will emerge victorious. When something like this happens it absolutely drives me crazy and I can't do anything else until I fix things and get it RIGHT. (Remember the obsessive/compulsive stuff I've mentioned? Another prime example.)

I WILL TASTE SUCCESS!!

The Return of Captain Tighty-Pants!

OH MY GOD. The trailer for Serenity is now out! I have been waiting forever for this movie!! Now I can watch it over and over again until September 30th, when I can- much like the Firefly crew- "aim to misbehave". (Have I mentioned how much I love Nathan Fillion? SWOON!)



To quote Frank Costanza: SERENITY NOW!

A Pox On You, Raggedy Ann

As you can see, I've been doing a lot of digging through old family photos and scanning them in and such. I like this one because I used to love this Raggedy Ann doll oh-so-much, and also because I decided to show my love for the doll by poking her squarely in the eyeball. I am in the process now of trying to scan every old photo I own so I will have them all on disc. I am doing this partly because over the years I have developed a bit of OCD about being organized and also partly because I am SUCH A DORK.

We're So Bad We Know We're Good

Why didn't anyone ever tell me how awesome the show "I Love the 80's" is? I just spent an hour or so this afternoon reminiscing about things like the Super Bowl Shuffle, the movie Stand By Me, and Madonna's "Papa Don't Preach". Who knew VH-1 could be the source of such joy?

Best. Mom. Ever.