Dinner for two please

Am I good or am I good?

Content

Is where I have found myself.

Surprise

I was in a hurry to get to work but I was curious to see if we had gotten any mail (me in particular really) because I know that I hadn't checked it yesterday. I hurry out to the mailbox and lo and behold there is a mini package addressed to me. Whoopee! Mail! I bring it to my car and leave the rest that is not for me. I'm sitting in the driver seat and I open up the box, slitting the tape on either side. I open it up and bam! Ants are everywhere! I screech and throw the box and its contents on the ground beside my car, get up really fast and brush off the excess ants that had crawled onto my pants. They had little white things on them, like wings or eggs or something. So the real question is, are these Washington ants or did they just camp out in the mailbox because of the rain and somehow get in my package? Anyways, thanks Debbie-Doo for the thoughtful present. (The best presents are the ones that are given for no "reason" i.e. when there isn't a requisite present requirement due to some commercialized holiday).

50 first dates

1. Inconsiderate donkey butt
2. Going nowhere man and that's ok... for him
3. Not interested in my brand of oddity
4. 3 strikes and you're out
5. First times first
6. Not my brand of oddity
7. ... cancelled... twice
8. Smile makes up for an hour but it wasn't a date
9. Hangout: Double the ragdoll double the fun
10. Curly hair!
11. Morango
12. Bumbling along
13. (I'm excited for this next one, he lives close, is interesting, and HAS hair)

Again, really Rachel?

Sitting in Starbucks sipping my mocha frappucino, charging both my computer and phone, feeling the cool airconditioning. Just like home. Actually, not so much since the power went out this morning. The house was heating up. I couldn't access the internet and my phone was about to die. That's why I am sitting here at Starbucks (I even told the Barista as such when I ordered something "sweet, creamy, and chocolaty"). The best part of the story is how I tried to turn the power back on. Sometimes I wonder how I will survive living on my own. When I told my mom this she retorted, "you are living on your own." I sarcastically responded with, "but I don't even know where the breaker is in my OWN house." Apparently I don't know where the breaker is to the house I have lived in for 8 years. Sadly I swear I could remember my mother futzing with the breaker on more than one occasion and I was convinced it was in the little room we had converted from washer/dryer room to bedroom to music room. I looked in there and .... nothing. There was the airconditioning unit and something fishy-looking in the closet that had been painted over but nothing that had switches like a rocket. I walked over to the shed that is not even connected to the house, remembering that it contained the switch controlling the hot water but again... nothing. I went back to both these locations several times becoming quite exasperated. Finally I decided to go with my hunch and returned to the closet in the little room. Why would they paint over something that looked like it should open? I tried pulling the handle, a little movement but not even close. There were screw looking things and If I had dismantled the closet shelf I might be able to take off the screws and open it that way... but in an emergency and without power I'm sure such drastic measures should not be needed to get into the breaker. So, like any young 21 year old in an emergency... I called my mommy. Guess where the breaker is? Right outside the back door in the lanai. Guess what you have to do to open it? Pull the handle. Guess what happened when I turned all the switches off and then on. Nothing. Apparently the storms had done a bit of damage that was more widespread than just my house. Sitting in Starbucks, writing on my blog, charging my electronics, and waiting for the power to come back on....

Really Rachel?

Over my many years as an adult I have come to terms with the fact that I have difficulties with manual manipulation and figuring out how a 3-d object works. This can manifest in several ways, I have trouble doing origami, figuring out those 3-d metal mind-benders, figuring out how to fix cars, and doing simple chores around the house. I was left in charge of changing the air filter at my house. The time came to change out the filter, I knew where the air vent was, I knew where the filter was, I did NOT however know how to take off the air vent cover. There was a little metal loop sticking out of the air vent, presumably to help one open the air vent and replace said filter. After 5 minutes of messing around with this little metal loop, pulling it up, pushing it to the right and to the left, and pushing it in, I was extremely frustrated. Perhaps, I needed tools. I do not have tools, for one. Second, I cannot even remember the names of the tools, they are all "tools" to me and differentiating each one is a difficult affair, let alone use them properly or know what they are intended for. After another couple of minutes wrestling with the little loop and even shoving on it this way and that with a pen I finally got it open. I need to change the filter again soon. Guess what? I don't remember how to open it. Simple, right? I've done it before, it shouldn't be too difficult now that I have the experience and memory. Not at all. I remember many different methods to "open" the vent but don't actually recall which way was the correct way. Perhaps it may take me less time to figure it out all over again.

Teddy

Teddy easily looks ridiculous.