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Moving day is just a few weeks upon us and we’re already kind of making a list of things that we need to get once we’re settled in. I think one of our first major purchases is going to be a new bed. I just bought my full size bed a few years ago and it’s been just perfect… for Riley and I. And then The General came around, along with The General’s dog. And now all of a sudden that bed’s not so big anymore.

The General thinks King; I’m holding fast to a Queen. If I wanted to sleep completely apart from someone, we could just go ahead and get two twin size beds! Neither one of us are exactly small, so I’m sure the dogs will still be relegated to the floor or to The Boy’s bed, but at least the option is there in the event that they would, you know, need to sleep with us because they were scared or something. (Shut up. Riley gets scared sometimes.)

Initially, we were going to look for beds for children, since The Boy didn’t really have one. He’s starting out with a twin size that I used to have before I bought my Grown Up Bed, and then he’ll inherit my current bed. I think he’ll be sittin’ pretty when it comes to a bed. Although, I think we could throw him a yoga mat and a pillow and he’d be happy with it.

I’ve been in my current position since April 30, 2008. That’s almost a whole 8.5 months and the weeks just keep flying by. In April, it’ll be a whole year. It’s crazy. But crazy in a good way.

I’ve tried maintaining a professional approach day in and day out, but I think the ease of that has come to an end. Yesterday, I said the word TITS. To my defense, I meant to say TOTS, but I was still referring to the word tits. And it was loud. Probably loud enough for the whole back side of the office to hear. Oopsie on that.

And today, Favorite Co-Worker #1 was talking about someone named Pat.

Favorite Co-Worker #2 asked, “Pat who?”

Without even stopping to think what I was saying, I responded with, “McCrotch”.

Favorite Co-Workers #1 and #3 laughed. Favorite Co-Worker #2 was more stunned than anything, I think.

Talking about boobs one day and crotches the next? Probably something I should try to keep a little better control over. If I can get past tomorrow without referring to anyone’s top or bottom swimsuit area, I’ll be really proud of myself.

This April, my trusty Ford Escape will turn eight years old. I’ve had it the entire time. Sure, it’s got 140,000+ miles on it and it’s been in three accidents, one of which was just a few hundred dollars short of totaling it. But you know what? Aside from any problems I’ve directly caused, that car’s been a-okay. When something’s paid for and never had any problems (knock on wood right now!!), I don’ t really have any need to look for something else or even entertain the thought of trading it in. And let’s face it, a car that old with that many miles isn’t exactly going to be raking in the cash when it comes to trade-in value.

I’ve prematurely made the decision that when it comes time to replace my car, I’m either going to try to sell it on my own (which could probably spell disaster) or just donate it for the tax write-off. I see billboards for it all around Minneapolis and just finished reading an article about the Philadelphia Red Cross Car Donation. If my car were a little newer, I wouldn’t even consider something like that, but let’s face it - not everyone wants a 2001 Ford Escape that’s missing all of the cigarette lighters and probably has tiny white dog hairs woven into the backseat by now.

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I laugh and then I cry. It’s #3 on my list of videos that shouldn’t be watched while at work or in the presence of small children. So close to as funny as Dick in a Box and Jizz in My Pants:

I’m totally buying their album when it comes out.

Big weekend! It was Official Lease Signing Weekend, which means we’re obligated by law to stay together for at least 12 more months beginning January 15th. Or at least obligated to pay rent on the same place! ;)

And, look! Here’s the bathtub:

There’s no shower, but The General seems to think it won’t be that big of a deal. Of course, last time I lived in a place that didn’t have a shower was in a house in Sedalia that’s no longer standing. And my hair was probably down to the middle of my back. I have a feeling things might be a little easier now.

We spent the biggest part of the weekend packing boxes. The General’s finished up the kitchen and has been more than patient with me while I go through my gigantic tupperware bins of Christmas cards for the past 20 years of my life.  The paring down of the t-shirt collection may not end on such friendly terms!

I love Flickr. A LOT. It’s solved so many of my photo organization and storage problems that I would probably name my first child after it. Every once in a while, it does this thing that absolutely infuriates me.

I upload some photos like, you know, one does when they fully utilize all of the awesome features that Flickr has. And then I go to look at my photostream and see something like this:

Do see see what’s going on?

There’s the title of the phone and the caption, but guess what? I can’t see the photo! Now obviously other people can, since there are comments that indicate as such. It’s just annoying for me, because I can’t see my own photos!

Am I the only person this happens to??

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  Um, I just want to say that Rose totally called this MONTHS ago.

All it took was Googling it approximately 5,054 1/2 times.

Somehow, I stumbled upon something tonight that told me my version of Filezilla ( my FTP program) was probably outdated, so I should update that first. Re-upload all of the files required to upgrade to WP 2.7. And then clear my cache.

I almost punched my glass desk, but then realized I’d forgotten to clear my cache. And now I have a perfectly functioning copy of WordPress 2.7, which actually has a pretty nice new interface!

NOW I can finally post all of the things I want! After I go to bed tonight and complete various tasks tomorrow, such as: SIGN OUR NEW LEASE, hopefully pick up some boxes, pick up The Boy, drop off the rent check, file a formal complaint towards the people in apartment 102 while at the rental company’s office, and do some more organizing of the shit strewn about my apartment. We got notice this morning that they’re going to be attempting to show it starting Monday…

Good luck selling this place to someone with boxes everywhere and what appears to look like two big urine stains on the ceiling.

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