A Grave Error

October 8, 2011 meisajDaily Life

So I made a pretty big mistake yesterday. I got home from being at a conference in Columbus for two days and immediately started cleaning. I took the garbage out, picked up clothes and etc that were left on the ground and vacuumed.

I then went to work on the bathroom. Not much to do other than pick clothes and wipe down the sink. I noticed that the toilet didn’t have a cleaning gel disc thingie in it. We use the Scrubbing Bubbles Toilet Cleaning Gel.

I bought it on a whim a few years ago. It looked easy and different from other such products and it works pretty good. So I grabbed the little plunger thing, stuck a gel disc to the inside of the bowl and walked away.

Last night I went to use the toilet and noticed the seat was wet. Being polite and all I didn’t want to come right out and blame it on Sam so I didn’t say anything. This morning I discovered the real culprit.

SCRUBBING BUBBLES HAS RUINED MY LIFE!!!!

Due to the extreme pressure each flush brings, and where the gel disc is positioned, water comes flying out of the other side of the bowl whenever its flushed. I never had this problem in the old apartment. Even with the lid closed water still gets all over the seat, inside lid, and still comes out of the space in between the two. Granted the gel disc is positioned high enough that its only the water that’s being pumped in that is being misdirected out of the bowl, but still…. ew.

Thankfully these things seem to dissolve pretty quickly.

Till then, don’t leave anything on the floor of my bathroom.

What’s he doing here?

October 5, 2011 meisajDaily Life

I am pretty sure I just got accused of being some rich young person while riding the elevator in the hotel I’m staying at.

“What’s he doing here?” the drunk guy asked as I walked out of the elevator.

Maybe I just look like a bum in my jeans, t-shirt, grubby shoes and messed up hair; therefore I must be wealthy and young.

Jokes you bitches!!! 32 and lower middle class (or working class, depending on your criteria).

Ahhhhhhh

September 21, 2011 meisajDaily Life

I had a dream about work last night. Scary.

Hank and the Cupcakes

September 20, 2011September 20, 2011 meisajDaily Life

The singer from Hank and the Cupcakes has shiny pants. I just got back from their concert at the Beachland Tavern and their music grew on me. She was pretty energetic, it was hard not to like them with their 80’s Euro-ish techno-ish something or another music. She danced on the drum set for crying out loud (weird phrase that is, crying out loud). Check them out.

A Story Not About A Sheep Name Shane

September 13, 2011September 13, 2011 meisajDaily Life

Rory’s Story Cubes Story II
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Some people say that sheep have special powers. How else can an animal live with so little excitement in their lives. Really think about it. What does a sheep do? Eat, sleep, and make a little noise. That’s it. Sheep have to be special. The exceptional dullness that occupies sheep’s daily lives allows them to focus all of their conscious thought upon breaking dimensional barriers. When they look like they are just grazing to you and I, they are in reality spending their vast intellect and abilities breaking into other dimensions with their thoughts alone.

Shane was one of those sheep. He was renown among all sheep as one of the greats. He know the secrets of the universe. He knew it wasn’t a full moon that was special. It was a waning gibbous that affected the Earth the greatest. He knew that it wasn’t the North or South Poles that were ley lines, it wasn’t even the equator or the Prime Meridian. It was a spot. Just a blip on the map in North Carolina. Not near in a city, but in a small suburban town. Shane belonged to a family called the Bilkens who just happened to own the property this blip fell on. And it was grazing on that spot on a daily basis that made Shane so special.

This story is not about Shane though. Sadly he died recently when a neighborhood boy threw a flashlight in a fit of rage that just happened to hit Shane in the leg causing a major fracture. This in turn got infected and he died a horrible death over the course of a few weeks. He passed away at four am on a Tuesday. The Bilkens were quite sad (especially the children, they knew with Shane gone they would have mow the lawn a lot more often).

If it makes you feel better about Shane’s death you can take solace in that a rainbow appears on that exact blip where he grazed every year on the anniversary of his death.

And the neighborhood boy that accidentally killed him?

He died years later while working at a flashlight factory when a friend jokingly slapped him on the back causing him to choke on his gum. The Scales of Justice are fair after all. It just takes time for them to even out.

This story however is about Smitty. He was a mouse. And like most mice he had wanderlust. He never could find a place to call home. This here…. Its the story of how Smitty found a home.

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I realize this more of the start of a story and not a whole story. But I’m very much ok with that.

A Long Move

September 12, 2011 meisajDaily Life

It’s been a long time coming. We were originally told we could move back in July. So moving the second weekend of September made it seem like we’ve been waiting forever. And sadly, it meant that we had packed, and then unpacked and then had to pack again. So as prepared as we were to move, we had a lot of stuff that was half in boxes and had been unpacked because we just didn’t know when we would be moving.

Regardless though we managed to get everything moved in two days. It helped that we were only moving one floor up, although our address has changed. And we basically did all by ourselves, although one of Sam’s friends showed up to help, but she showed up in a dress (to be fair she did help move the couch and a couple other small pieces of furniture.

Anyways, I’m exhausted and heading to work. But later this week I will post a video of the new place. Its pretty big. At least compared to my old apartment. We do still need to clean the old place, we’ll get on with that later today. But the cats are adjusting well and Ginger is in a temporary set up.

Shoot me an e-mail if you need my new address.