Too Hot To Come Up With A Clever Title.

It's hot.

Really hot.

A Heat Advisory has been in effect all week. We've been told to basically not go out side at all, for any reason, unless you want to turn into a human equivalent of the fried egg.

Luckily, our one window unit keeps our bedroom somewhat bearable. The rest of the house, not so much. You open the bedroom door and you are hit with a such a wall of heat and humidity, it's like I'm renting Satan's summer timeshare. (I wonder if he has central air...)

We've been surviving, although things were touch and go when we lost power for a few hours the other night. Luckily, the power kicked back on before we invited ourselves over to the guy across the street with the generator.

Hope you are beating the heat. I'll leave you this to think cool thought while I go stick my head in the freezer:


He's cute and cool!
(Courtesy of: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1o6F6m/www.clarin.com/diario/2006/10/19/um/fotos/morsa3.jpg)

My Eyes!

I can be pretty stupid some times.

Take the other morning for example, when I went to put in my contacts.

First, let me backtrack to the morning before, which happened to be the beginning of the month. That’s when I change my contacts. Old ones in the trash; fresh new ones in my eyes.

However, that morning, I left the old ones in the case, thinking I would dispose of them that night.

But that night, I was feeling really tired and had a headache so I just whipped out my contacts and went to bed.

I didn’t realize my error until the next morning when I opened up my contact case. Floating in the saline solution where two sets of contacts. My fresh new ones were being corrupted by the scuzzy old ones.

Le sigh.

I had two choices:

I could try to differentiate between the two sets. That would involve squinting at each one to see what they looked like and putting them to see if they itched my eye right away. That would take some time and the chance that I put the old ones back in and spend the day rubbing my eyes.

I went with choice number 2. I just opened up another new pack and went about my business.

FML

My hard drive crashed last week. Again.

I had just come back from work and was ready for a little bit of Facebook stalking before I did some yoga. I opened up my laptop, hit the power button and…

Blinkie white light of death.

Even after restarting the computer, I still got a blinking white light in the upper left corner of the screen.

Did I mentioned that this isn’t the first time this has happened? This would be the third.

This first time, I paid $100 to have some IT guy at my Dad’s office claim it was a virus and “formatted” my hard drive which resulted in me losing the first three seasons of The Office, that were my go to sleep aid when I woke up in the middle of the night. I’m still feeling the effects months later.

Things were ok for while, (after I had painstakingly re-added my itunes library.)

Then it crashed again. So much for the virus theory.

This time, Chris worked some magic and the laptop was up and running again. (Minus half my photos this time)

The laptop is not really in constant use as it was in college. It sleeps all day and I really only use it for my email, facebook and now this. Pretty cushy retirement. So you can imagine my frustration last week when the damn thing decided to stay in a vegetative state.

This time, I am taking no chances. I am buying a whole new hard drive.

Does God have a Grudge against Jersey?

Either God hates New Jersey history, or he really didn’t want me to do much educational learning today.

So my parents came to visit today in honor of Mother’s Day weekend. (Holiday’s are fun when you are in a serious relationship, trying to spend time with both families) After a delicious, albeit windy, lunch at the Barn, I suggested visiting some of the area’s historic areas.

Turns out, there is lots of history here. Who knew?

Anywho, we decided on Washington’s Headquarters in Morristown. Apparently, Washington and his troops hung out here for a winter in 1780 (History lesson 1: After Valley Forge. Although the winter in 1780 was worse, less men died then at VF)

History Lesson #2: Whoever laid out the street plan for Morristown was an idiot with the wacky one way streets.

Finally, we found the Ford Mansion, along with a two room museum and a creepy park ranger who informed us and some Dutch tourist that the actual Headquarters was closed for repairs but for 4 bucks we could walk around the two rooms. Darn.

I’m not sure the two rooms were worth the $4 but it was interesting to see some of the artifacts… which included an 18th century breast pump.

Part of the exhibit talked about a reconstruction of the winter encampment that was close by so we thought why not?

Well, we didn't make it... there was a massive tree that brought down power lines and blocked the road.

"You Took a Life Here Today... The Life of the Party"

It is a sad day in Scranton Pennsylvania.

Steve Carell might be leaving The Office at the end of season seven when his contract is up.

My first reaction: The same reaction that Michael Scott had when he realized that Toby had returned to his desk in the Annex:

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

But after thinking it over for awhile, I came to the conclusion that I guess it would not be the end of world. Carell has been on this hit show for almost seven seasons. If he wants to clear out his office and move on to other projects (i.e. a movies) that’s his business. I wouldn’t want him to stay out of guilt over the fans’ anger and phone his lines in, thus have the show’s quality suffer as a consequence. I mean, I wouldn’t stick around at a job just because other people wanted me to. This would be one of the only time I would condone a TV actor leaving a hit show to pursue a movie career, (I’m looking at you, Katherine Heigl) because in this case, Carell has some pretty successful films under his belt, excluding the horror that was Evan Almighty.

Now the million dollar question: Will the show continue without him?

Could it? Yes. There are, theoretically, enough story lines to last The Office several more seasons. Dwight and Angela’s legal baby drama could fill one season on its own. So could Kelly and Ryan’s love/hate relationship. Although that could be a moot point if the rumor that Mindy Kaling is getting her own show on NBC is true.

Should it? Probably not. I mean, Michael is The Office. The whole premise of the show is the obnoxious antics of Michael Scott and how his employees react to said antics. Not to mention the past couple of episodes haven’t been as funny as past seasons. If they do decide to continue the show, the writing would have to be iron clad hilarious or it’s going to go the way of Jonie Loves Chachi or worse… Joey.

And It Starts.

I was afraid of this.

I get my act together and start this blog, and two posts in I get writer’s block.

I was all ready to write tonight. I got myself though the last three hours with the anticipation that I would churn out something incredibly witty and profound.

I’m in my writing sweats.

I have the TV set to some random ridiculous reality show for background noise. I have a chi tea in a CNN mug.

I’ve got nothing.

Well, now that I think about it, I do have something. Let’s run with this:

Last weekend, my parents asked me to come help box up my room . No, they haven’t decided to turn my room into exercise room, rather they were replacing the carpets and panting throughout the entire house. Therefore, everything had to be boxed up and moved into the basement. Besides want to help out my poor parents try to move the entire second floor down two flights of stairs, I found this a great opportunity to get more of my essentials that I desperately was missing here in Jersey. My books. Being a proud bibliophile, I have been going through total withdrawal. I missed seeing all my books organized neatly on their shelves. (Which also were going to be making the trip back to NJ. My make shift shelves looked like they were going to collapsed at any minute.)

So off to Central Pennsylvania I went, dragging poor Christopher along with the promise that we could bring back an extra dresser so that he could finally put his clothes in something where the handles weren’t falling off.

Long story short, my childhood was boxed up and spirited off to the basement. Sad Panda.

I found all sorts of interesting things that have been lost over the years to the black hole that exists in the back of my closet:
A holder for the new state quarters, lost somewhere between release of Utah and Oklahoma…
A middle school year book with photos cut out- presumably I cut out photos of people (boys) that I thought were cute and pasted somewhere else…
Half finished screenplays written by me and high school friends.

If someone was judging me by my taste in CDs, they would think I had multiple personalities. God, I have a lot. They pretty much ran the whole spectrum: from classic (Beatles), classical, total kitsch (Britney Spears) to downright crazy. Pure Disco? What the hell was I thinking? What induced me to buy this? How old was I? Obviously, I had to have bought this myself, because who in their right mind would give this to me as a gift?

Ok, so that wasn’t a total fail. I haven’t completely lost my gift…yet.