Miss E tripped over the leg of a chair and went forehead first into a cabinet door (the flat part, not the edge, thankfully).
She only cried for a couple minutes.. she probably would have stopped sooner if not for my "holy shit!" reaction. She even consented to letting me hold her like a baby and putting an ice pack on it for all of 30 seconds.
It's been 15 minutes and she's running around laughing and jumping, so I guess she feels alright. She's going to have a bump and/or a bruise though :/
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I've created a monster!!!!!
Miss E has a shoe fetish.
I have no idea where she gets it from.... (haha)
She can't pass a pair of shoes without wanting to try them on.
She is presently strutting around the living room with a pair of my flip flops on (the wrong feet, of course). A few minutes ago she had on a pair of strappy wedges and she keeps trying to break into my closet.
Lord help me.
I have no idea where she gets it from.... (haha)
She can't pass a pair of shoes without wanting to try them on.
She is presently strutting around the living room with a pair of my flip flops on (the wrong feet, of course). A few minutes ago she had on a pair of strappy wedges and she keeps trying to break into my closet.
Lord help me.
Monday, July 28, 2008
A/C Part 348.1
The maintenance guy came not once, but twice today to fiddle with it.
Replace the fucking thing already.
Replace the fucking thing already.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
A/C Saga
I have a feeling this won't be the last you hear about the A/C drama.
The maintenance man came back today, shop vac in hand. My A/C is still leaking downstairs after they replaced the drain pan. Shocking!
It looks like they are going to have to replace the entire unit. It better be more efficient.
My electric bill, as of today, is $280.49. For a 2 bedroom apartment. My mother's 2 story, 4 bedroom house costs her about that. I leave the A/C at 80 when I'm not home, 75ish when I am (and it takes hours to reach that), for the most part I remember to turn my lights out when I leave the house, and half my bulbs are CFLs. I do leave my ceiling fans running almost non stop to help keep it cool.
Which brings me to the new apartment. Not only will it be on the first floor, and have all sorts of nice amenities and be in a nice complex, the apartment manager- who has the same floorplan- says her electric bill runs her $60-70 in the summer. I do plan on checking on my specific apartment with the electric company, though. Overall I won't be saving any money, since the rent is a bit higher, but I will be saving time (it's 10 min closer since I won't have to hit a certain traffic area) and headache (no stairs), so the move should be worth it for me. Is it September yet?
The maintenance man came back today, shop vac in hand. My A/C is still leaking downstairs after they replaced the drain pan. Shocking!
It looks like they are going to have to replace the entire unit. It better be more efficient.
My electric bill, as of today, is $280.49. For a 2 bedroom apartment. My mother's 2 story, 4 bedroom house costs her about that. I leave the A/C at 80 when I'm not home, 75ish when I am (and it takes hours to reach that), for the most part I remember to turn my lights out when I leave the house, and half my bulbs are CFLs. I do leave my ceiling fans running almost non stop to help keep it cool.
Which brings me to the new apartment. Not only will it be on the first floor, and have all sorts of nice amenities and be in a nice complex, the apartment manager- who has the same floorplan- says her electric bill runs her $60-70 in the summer. I do plan on checking on my specific apartment with the electric company, though. Overall I won't be saving any money, since the rent is a bit higher, but I will be saving time (it's 10 min closer since I won't have to hit a certain traffic area) and headache (no stairs), so the move should be worth it for me. Is it September yet?
Friday, July 18, 2008
*not* crazy
Tuesday I got home from work and my porch light was off. Kinda weird, cause I was sure I left it on.
Then I get in and I notice my laundry detergent was sitting in the middle of the hallway. I was pretty sure I didn't leave it there.
I checked out every nook and cranny in my apartment to make sure there wasn't some laundry washing breakin weirdo hiding in a closet. Nothing. I blow it off, and think I just forgot.
Later on, I went to give E a bath. The tub was mysteriously dirty. I thought maaaaybe the drain had backed up somehow. I convinced myself that was it, cleaned the tub and gave Miss E her annual bath (kidding!). It was either that or go back to some weirdo doing dirty things in my apartment (I really did have a paranoia about a weirdo hiding in my attic when I moved in, lol). The possibility that maintenance had come in didn't really occur since there wasn't a note on my door.
Fast forward to today. I get home, and there's a shop vac on my porch and keys in my door. I opened the door really quickly and yelled hello. Maintenance was there. Apparently my AC has been dripping and saturated the ceiling of the apartment below me. The noticed this on Wednesday, apparently (though I'm sure it was Tuesday), but no one bothered to tell me. They asked me not to run my AC until they fixed it. I must have given them a really nasty look, because he quickly changed his mind. I mentioned that I noticed someone had been in my apartment and there was no note.
There was apparently a bucket hanging out under my AC thingy that has been there (to catch said drips) for God knows how long and it overflowed. They must have emptied the friggen thing into E's bathtub, on top of her toys nonetheless, and then not even rinsed it out. Not only that, they had some kind of broken plastic pieces and shards all over the carpet in the main walkway, and a nice big knife sitting on the carpet. They left it there for about 10 minutes, and probably would have left it longer had I not asked them to pick up the sharp things so my freaking toddler wouldn't get hurt. I'm pretty anti-conflict, but it was really freaking hard not to bitch them out for A.) the sharp things and B.) the lack of the note that caused my mini paranoia.
They are coming back tomorrow, or possibly Monday, to replace the whatever it is that's leaking.
Have I mentioned I'm moving in September? I can't friggen wait.
Then I get in and I notice my laundry detergent was sitting in the middle of the hallway. I was pretty sure I didn't leave it there.
I checked out every nook and cranny in my apartment to make sure there wasn't some laundry washing breakin weirdo hiding in a closet. Nothing. I blow it off, and think I just forgot.
Later on, I went to give E a bath. The tub was mysteriously dirty. I thought maaaaybe the drain had backed up somehow. I convinced myself that was it, cleaned the tub and gave Miss E her annual bath (kidding!). It was either that or go back to some weirdo doing dirty things in my apartment (I really did have a paranoia about a weirdo hiding in my attic when I moved in, lol). The possibility that maintenance had come in didn't really occur since there wasn't a note on my door.
Fast forward to today. I get home, and there's a shop vac on my porch and keys in my door. I opened the door really quickly and yelled hello. Maintenance was there. Apparently my AC has been dripping and saturated the ceiling of the apartment below me. The noticed this on Wednesday, apparently (though I'm sure it was Tuesday), but no one bothered to tell me. They asked me not to run my AC until they fixed it. I must have given them a really nasty look, because he quickly changed his mind. I mentioned that I noticed someone had been in my apartment and there was no note.
There was apparently a bucket hanging out under my AC thingy that has been there (to catch said drips) for God knows how long and it overflowed. They must have emptied the friggen thing into E's bathtub, on top of her toys nonetheless, and then not even rinsed it out. Not only that, they had some kind of broken plastic pieces and shards all over the carpet in the main walkway, and a nice big knife sitting on the carpet. They left it there for about 10 minutes, and probably would have left it longer had I not asked them to pick up the sharp things so my freaking toddler wouldn't get hurt. I'm pretty anti-conflict, but it was really freaking hard not to bitch them out for A.) the sharp things and B.) the lack of the note that caused my mini paranoia.
They are coming back tomorrow, or possibly Monday, to replace the whatever it is that's leaking.
Have I mentioned I'm moving in September? I can't friggen wait.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Just For Fun
We don't actually have cats at home, but E adores her Papaaaaaa and Gmama's cats Lucy and Ethel (AKA Sooocy and Effel- which sounds suspiciously like Asshole when she says it..)
Chocolate Covered Couch Cushions
The couch cushions now have red Popsicle stains and chocolate fingerprints.
Sonofabitch.
Sometimes Miss E makes me want to cover my entire apartment in Saran Wrap and rubber cushions. Or bubble wrap, that could be pretty fun.
I can't be too upset about it, I had a really good weekend otherwise :)
Sonofabitch.
Sometimes Miss E makes me want to cover my entire apartment in Saran Wrap and rubber cushions. Or bubble wrap, that could be pretty fun.
I can't be too upset about it, I had a really good weekend otherwise :)
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Ink on the couch?
No problem!
Miss E was being particularly delightful last night and took a pen to my couch. I caught her pretty quickly, but she managed a 6" scribbly scribble on one cushion. After she went to bed I sprayed it with upholstry cleaner (and followed the directions, I'll have you know!), and scrubbed to no avail. Then I remembered the covers came off the cushions. Duh! I decided to wash both for the sake of being thorough.
Do you have any idea how absofriggenly hard it is to get them back on?
It's something like squeezing an elephant into a wet speedo.
*sigh*
Miss E was being particularly delightful last night and took a pen to my couch. I caught her pretty quickly, but she managed a 6" scribbly scribble on one cushion. After she went to bed I sprayed it with upholstry cleaner (and followed the directions, I'll have you know!), and scrubbed to no avail. Then I remembered the covers came off the cushions. Duh! I decided to wash both for the sake of being thorough.
Do you have any idea how absofriggenly hard it is to get them back on?
It's something like squeezing an elephant into a wet speedo.
*sigh*
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Ikea, Pt 2: Furniture Assembly
So I went back to Ikea yesterday, sans Miss E. I went shortly after they opened, so it wasn't really busy. Though, I think at least 35% of the adult women there were hugely pregnant. One of them looked liked her water was just going to break right there, so I steered pretty clear of her.
I followed the stupid little arrows this time, so no traffic incidents, and I got to see all the areas I missed last time. I hung out in the kid's toys/furniture area for a little while and picked up a couple of stuffed animals for E., and picked out a little table and chairs for her.
Then I went to pick up the sheets that I was really there for, and made it through the rest of the store without incident, and her little table was right where the tag said it would be so that went pretty smoothly. No, I did not buy/eat any meatballs. I'm just not a meatball kinda girl. I did buy a cinnamon bun, but it really wasn't that great. I didn't even eat it all, and I have one hell of a sweet tooth.
I got home, without a speeding ticket (I thought for sure I was going to get pulled over), brought everything up and sat down to assemble the little table and chairs. Piece of cake, right?
It's pretty cool how they pack the boxes. It's not cool how all the directions are just pictures.
I only had to backtrack and take one side of the table off once, so I guess I didn't do too badly. I only cussed once, and it took less than 15 minutes to put together the set, including figuring out where those extra pieces went.
They have a bed there that I really like, but now I'm kinda skeered to do large scale furniture assembly. Plus, I'm planning on moving soon, so maybe that will be a project for later this year.
After awhile, the sheets were washed and I decided to put them on the bed. I got severely sidetracked along the way and sat down to work on E's scrapbook, and then got online to order a ton more prints since I only have a few around. I did get the sheets put on before I went to bed, and I have to say I'm still in love with the bright ass green. I also realized I need to find something to cover the box spring, and that will take me awhile to find something just right. I'll probably have to have some kind of outpatient therapy to recover from the breakdown resulting from the stress of having an exposed box spring. I'm still not happy with the color of my comforter, but I think I've found a duvet cover that will work.
(For those of you not familiar with my neuroses, I either don't decorate at all or I obsess over it until it looks just right. It's a long process, but there is never bloodshed, so I guess it's okay.)
I followed the stupid little arrows this time, so no traffic incidents, and I got to see all the areas I missed last time. I hung out in the kid's toys/furniture area for a little while and picked up a couple of stuffed animals for E., and picked out a little table and chairs for her.
Then I went to pick up the sheets that I was really there for, and made it through the rest of the store without incident, and her little table was right where the tag said it would be so that went pretty smoothly. No, I did not buy/eat any meatballs. I'm just not a meatball kinda girl. I did buy a cinnamon bun, but it really wasn't that great. I didn't even eat it all, and I have one hell of a sweet tooth.
I got home, without a speeding ticket (I thought for sure I was going to get pulled over), brought everything up and sat down to assemble the little table and chairs. Piece of cake, right?
It's pretty cool how they pack the boxes. It's not cool how all the directions are just pictures.
I only had to backtrack and take one side of the table off once, so I guess I didn't do too badly. I only cussed once, and it took less than 15 minutes to put together the set, including figuring out where those extra pieces went.
They have a bed there that I really like, but now I'm kinda skeered to do large scale furniture assembly. Plus, I'm planning on moving soon, so maybe that will be a project for later this year.
After awhile, the sheets were washed and I decided to put them on the bed. I got severely sidetracked along the way and sat down to work on E's scrapbook, and then got online to order a ton more prints since I only have a few around. I did get the sheets put on before I went to bed, and I have to say I'm still in love with the bright ass green. I also realized I need to find something to cover the box spring, and that will take me awhile to find something just right. I'll probably have to have some kind of outpatient therapy to recover from the breakdown resulting from the stress of having an exposed box spring. I'm still not happy with the color of my comforter, but I think I've found a duvet cover that will work.
(For those of you not familiar with my neuroses, I either don't decorate at all or I obsess over it until it looks just right. It's a long process, but there is never bloodshed, so I guess it's okay.)
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