So I saw this segment on the Sunday Morning Show about some church that has a campaign to encourage people to stop complaining. WHAT?!?!? What kind of world would this be if we couldn't complain, especially me! I live for it. What would I do if I couldn't complain. You love that I complain, oh you know you do! Oh, stop complaining!

Home improvement is fun. NOT! I try to do the little things around my house and they always turn into a big thing. Like changing out my ceiling fan. Should be easy right? After all, I'm not trying to install the electrical for it, just upgrade to a fan that doesn't make noises like the sound track of "Psycho", you know, that squeaking sound of the stabbing in the shower scene? Anyway, when I took the old fan off there were two black wires and one white wire. The new fan had a black, a white and a blue wire. I knew the blue wire was for the light kit because it had a tag on that stated as such. What I didn't know was if it was okay to just hook up the blue wire to the black wire. So, as usual, I had to ask Brien to help. Thankfully he always does. Luckily, he and Beth and Kathryn were on their way to IKEA so it was kind of on their way to stop and hook up the three wires. I can do the rest (hopefully!).

Next I plan on tackling the new faucets in the bathroom. Why do I hear that doom and gloom music, you know, Da Da Da Dum? The music when peril will ensue.

Gun shots not jello shots

So the other night Pretty Teacher and I were sitting here, doing who knows what (probably sitting on our asses!) when we heard this noise. I looked at her and she looked at me and we just stared at each other for about a minute and a half. We then just looked away and went about our business. I think Shana was thinking the same thing that I was...was that gun shots we heard?? I thought maybe it was but you know how sometimes fire crackers sound the same? It was slightly different but I never like to think the worst when it comes to those kinds of noises. I chose to forget about it until I was talking to the across-the-street neighbors. They asked if cops came to my house the other night to ask about gun shots. Huh. I said no. But now I wonder if it really was. Or just fire crackers that some person called in as gun shots. I guess I'll never know. Then another random thing happened that I emailed Whitney about cuz she usually is the one that sees this kind of stuff but for some reason I was lucky enough to be at home when it happened. I'll just post my email to her and her response. If you don't think her response if funny then you don't know us at all!

The email subject is "The Latest"

Hi Pretty Girl, I am sitting at the kitchen window remembering what happened to the last detail for you. At approx. 6:40 a.m. I was awakened by a loud truck. I got up to see what the hell was going on. I couldn't see anything from my bedroom window so I went in to the kitchen. There, in the street, was a Chandler Fire truck in front of Hans' house. I thought to myself, " Oh, I wonder if the creepy boy overdosed again?" So, I made coffee. While I was doing that Kerry and Valerie had to have the fire truck move so they could get out of their driveway. Then the ambulance arrived. What did I think? I thought "Well at least the neighborhood is safe for a few hours." What, to my surprise! They hauled out Hans! He was on his side. Weird, but what isn't over there? So now they are carting him off and the neighborhood must stay on alert for yet another day because the didn't haul away Creepy Boy. Love ya, Mom

Pretty Girl's response:

Danmmit!! First gun shots, then Hans in an ambulance! I miss EVERYTHING!!! Love you too! PG

Window of Opportunity

So, several months ago my driver's side window in my car broke. Not the glass but the motor that allows the window to go up and down. Well, really, the part that makes it go up. It goes down fine. I've been driving around town for months not being able to have it down cuz it won't go back up again. I have improvised by making the passenger side window go down if I feel the need to have some fresh (?) air. Well, now that I got some money back from the state and federal government, aka tax refund, I have been pondering the idea of getting the window fixed. My personal mechanic (that's right, I have a personal mechanic) says it will cost between $285 and $350 to get it fixed, depending upon if I want authentic Toyota parts.

When I weigh the pros and cons I am torn. The con is that if I want to go through a drive through ( bank, car wash, Starbucks) I have to bring Pretty Girl along and make her sit in the back seat to make the transaction. That's a lot of Starbucks.

So I know what you're thinking: "Who the hell cares?" Well I care cuz I've been having visions of road rage if I get the window fixed. I think that may be a con but I'm not sure. Like today, when I was leaving the Fry's parking lot and making a left out of a lane of parking. This car was whipping through the lot and had to slow down to 40 mph as I was apparently going too slow. I wanted to roll down my window and shake my fist at them and scream "That's right, I made you slow down pal!" I think that's a con cuz people get shot for that but then again, it could be a pro cuz I think that would have made me feel better. Of course, I don't really know cuz I haven't got the window fixed yet.

Truthfully, there have been several instances that I have thought about pointing out other's vehicular mistakes. So maybe I shouldn't get the window fixed. I'm sure Pretty Girl could use a few more Starbucks.