The Disclaimer and Mechanical Failure

The Disclaimer
Before I get on with today’s entry, I need to write a disclaimer about all of the entries in my blog. I realized I needed to do this after my mom calls me all worried, thinking that I am basically going nuts (in so many words), and I think to myself “I can’t believe my own mother, after knowing me all the twenty-five years of my life…she barely realized I’m nutso?!?” Just kidding. But she really did think I was losing it because of my journal entries. So for anybody else who is reading this and is also thinking that I’m losing my mind, don’t worry. This blog is simply a place for me to put forth my views and ideas in the world, and other random thoughts that pass between my ears, and sometimes the thoughts that go through my head are a bit quirky and different, and I try to write them in an entertaining and funny way. I guess that mix equaled “nutty” for my mom. So to all of my readers: no I’m not crazy, and no I’m not having a breakdown. Although if these thoughts and things I write in my blog are considered to be “crazy”, well then I thus seem to be a highly-functioning crazy person, and thus you still need not worry. And mom, if you are reading this…I told you not to because you worry too much about me when you read my blog! Oh, and one last thing to put in my disclaimer to set my mom's mind at ease:

If you are a psycho, stalker, etc, please do not read my blog or contact me in any way.

Thank you.

Mechanical Failure
So let me just tell you about my day yesterday. You know, throughout the day, it didn’t seem so bad, but then as I’m sitting at my desk today, and I look back at yesterday, I can’t help but laugh at how many things went wrong yesterday. So I will try to avoid being as wordy as I usually am and just write what happened yesterday (yeah, we’ll see...)

Yesterday morning Jamie left before me (he usually leaves after I do for work), so Winston (the puppy) was downstairs in the kitchen area, blocked off by the baby (puppy) gate. So all morning I heard him whining and crying, and basically freaking out, because he could hear that I was upstairs, and for some reason he hates being alone first thing in the morning if he knows someone is home - must be all the pent up energy from the full night’s sleep. Anyway, I digress… So I was almost ready for work, running five minutes late, and all of sudden I hear the jingling of Winston’s dog tag, seemingly at my feet, and I look down, and there he is!! “How on EARTH did you get up hear, and where did Jamie put you before he left?!?!” is what I exclaim. I pick up the puppy (who is all-too proud of himself to have found his way upstairs) and go downstairs to put him back in the kitchen. Upon examination of the scene, it seemed that he managed to push the baby gate down at an angle, far enough so that I assume he climbed the gate and flopped over, most likely on his head. So I put the baby gate back up and tighten it so that it doesn’t budge (and is almost ready to snap due to how tight it is now wedged between the walls). So I go back upstairs to finish getting ready, trying to ignore Winston’s now desperate and frustrated cries from the kitchen. After I am finished getting ready, I go down to the kitchen (trying to avoid completely stepping on Winston who is now glued to my heels) to heat up my Starbuck’s Carmel Machiatto (sp?) that I had bought but had not drunken the day before (so it had been in the refrigerator and is at this time cold). I am giddy with joy at the prospect of drinking my favorite coffee drink as I get out my thermos so I can take the soon-to-be-heated-up (and very much needed) coffee with me, and put the coffee in the microwave to be heated up. Well about halfway through heating it up I take it out to stir it so that it gets heated all the way through and put it back in the microwave, press “Start”, and nothing happens. I press “Start”, “Cancel”, I unplug and re-plug the microwave, hit it out of desperation…nothing. The microwave had officially died in the middle of heating up my liquid life. I now had a lukewarm cup of coffee to sustain me through the next four hours. Such is my life.

After I get home from work I have a couple of hours to do some laundry and try to relax before I have to go to my doctors appointment at 7:00pm. So Jamie tells me to sit down and relax and play my video game on Playstation. I agree and turn on the Playstation, but the game didn’t come on, there was a little flicker, and then nothing. So I turn it off and on, and then off and on again. Nothing. So Jamie goes over to the Playstation and exclaims – “It’s SMOKING!” Yup you guessed it. I had somehow managed to fry the Playstation the same way I had fried the microwave that morning – I had touched it. So by the time that fiasco was all said and done it was time for me to go to my doctor’s appointment. We didn’t have time to get dinner ready before I left, as we couldn’t defrost anything (the microwave) and the oven can only cook food so fast. I didn’t care too much since I figured I would be home by 8 or 8:15. Two hours later (after I waited in the waiting room for an HOUR with some creepy guy trying to talk to me the whole time – even though I was READING – I mean some people are just clueless), I finally got home and ate my unable-to-be-microwaved cold dinner.

Look at that, I managed to be un-wordy!!

Ha ha.