The other day we got our converter boxes for the digital switch in February. You know, in case we at some point choose to live without cable (or satellite). And Brendan has been completely obsessed with getting it to work upstairs in our bedroom. I must first say that I’m pretty against having a television in the bedroom in the first place. But some people just need it — and Brendan is one of those people.
Last night he just plugged the box into the TV to see if we could get anything. Right, as if we just see if something just works around here. No way. I went to dry my hair and when I came back he was not in the room. He was down in the storage area in the basement looking for a damn antenna. Which did not work. Today he decided to get a new “fancy” digital antenna on his lunch break at work (for those of you paying close attention to the minutia of our lives, this is partially why he was forced to eat McDonalds for lunch). Guess what, that didn’t work either. After dinner, it was off to Best Buy with Bridget to get yet another antenna. I guess that didn’t work too well on it’s own either, because now there are wires askew all over our room. I had to duck under one to get in. It seems that he’s placed an anntena out in the crawl space above the roof on the short-side of the house, and maybe has another one going pointing in another direction towards the back window. I don’t think that’s working either. I just looked at him and said, “Seriously?” and left.
As long as it’s cleaned up before bed. I’m not trying to choke myself if I have to pee in the middle of the night.
I almost had a crisis on my hands this morning. Bridget and I were at Babies R Us this morning picking up some things, and as I went to walk out the store, I realized that I no longer had my car key. Crap. Of course, I had also made the decision to leave the diaper bag with my house keys and my phone inside the car because we were just making a quick stop. Fortunately, someone in the store found the key and turned it in to guest services.
In other news, as you can see, Bridget is growing like a weed and starting to smile.
This weekend we went up to Brendan’s brother’s house for a visit. We hadn’t seen them since Thanksgiving and it might be a while before we see them again. It was my last plane ride for a while. The kids, especially Paddy, have changed so much since November.
Anyway, on Sunday we went to church with them. They go to a Lutheran church and after the service they have coffee and snacks. Before we left, I wanted to get a little coffee. Being as clumsy as I am, I ended up spilling coffee all over my hand and the table and exclaimed "JESUS CHRIST!" Oops. I cleaned up and got out of there. I am so going to hell.
I haven’t stuck my foot in my mouth for a while. I haven’t said I’m smarter than everyone or hey, have you heard that new song by Cialis? It was bound to catch up with me sooner or later.
We didn’t get quite as much snow as some other places a little farther north; we got maybe six inches. Digging out here isn’t so bad, there’s just a little driveway and sidewalk to take care of. Sometime soon, we’ll only have one car to clean off. The garage still has to be organized.
The last time I shoveled a car out was probably college. Chris and I were in our apartment and I was still driving the van, so it must have been junior year. There was a bunch of snow — 8 or 10 inches maybe. Of course, we didn’t have a shovel and for some reason I had to get my car out. The guys that lived next door had dug their cars out, so I went over there to ask if they had a shovel. The guy says no, but let me get you what I used. And he brought me back a hubcap. Yeah, no, that wasn’t going to work. He was a nice guy though and since he was going to do laundry, he bought us a shovel. (I think it’s the one that we currently have. I think. I could be wrong.)
The other thing I loved the most about that year was how creative people were about protecting their parking spots. If they had parked on the street and spent the time shoveling out their space, before they left, they’d put something in its place to hold it until they got back. Farther down the street where there were rowhouses, the rules were clearer but still people would put lawn chairs in their spot. Near our apartment people put out ironing boards and art easels.
Now, Brendan is totally jealous of the guy across the street — he has a snowblower. Of course, this is only the second time this year he’s had to shovel anything. Hopefully there won’t be too many more.