Domestic Geek

So, did you say Rabbit, Rabbit today? Apparently, I did. I vaguely remember waking up when Marcus came to bed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 12:10 a.m. He says I uttered the phrase "Rabbit, Rabbit" and went back to sleep. Hopefully I did as, it being my birthday month, I'm supposed to get extra good luck this month. I guess we'll know for sure one month from now.

On my way home from work last Friday, I was driving with the air conditioning running because it was in the upper 90s. All of a sudden, my vents were blowing hot air and I look at the temperature gauge on the dash board and I'm red-lining. I pulled over right away and turned off the engine and let the fans run. After calling and venting to Marcus, I drove over to Albertson's to let the car get really cool so I could check to see if I had antifreeze. Well, I did have antifreeze. Sh*t. I decided to try and make it home. It took me 2½ hours to get there. I would drive a bit and then pull over for a bit. I drove the entire time with my heater on full blast to try and dissipate some of the heat. Not fun.

Well, I found all of my warranty paperwork and we dropped the poor thing off at the dealer last night. The funny thing was is there was another Baja just like mine that I parked next to. At least she had company instead of being all alone all night (Yes, I'm lame like that).

Well, I got the call from the dealer this morning that she had a couple of blown head gaskets. Yippee. Apparently it's a common problem and fortunately is still covered under the original manufacturer's warranty. Whew. Of course, they have to drop the engine to get to them, so I won't be getting my car back until later this week. Poo.

The Mercury Retrograde decided to have one last go before Mercury went direct today. We got to sit in the dark at work for an hour and a half. I was working back in the file room and heard my supervisor mention that something was up because the battery backups were starting to beep. I was halfway to where I keep my purse to grab my flashlight when I found myself standing in pitch black. Oh, and my flashlight is broken. Darned thing now won't turn off. I had to pull the batteries. Apparently one of the fuse things up on a power pole blew and Excel had to come out and fix it. Marcus and I spent the time working on his servers since they were powered down (adding memory, labeling and moving power cords, etc.). What sucked was the other employees harassing Marcus as soon as the power came back that the servers weren't back up immediately. They have no clue what it takes to power up all those servers properly. *sigh*

Tomorrow starts my 10 day countdown to the final Harry Potter book's arrival. I'm halfway through book 4 in my quest to read all six previous books before the arrival of book 7.

I recently saw an opportunity on one of the paid blogging sites about hair removal products. It was to have a positive tone (I have absolutely nothing good to say about removing hair), so I didn't take it. It did, however, make me remember something totally funny.

Did anybody purchase one of those Epilady contraptions that came out in the mid '80s? I just checked and the Epilady company still exists. I don't know why we all thought those would be the answer to our shaving prayers. I hated shaving with a passion (still do) and most depilatories make me break out in a rash. I remember I wanted one really bad (I was in high school then), so my sister and I each got one for Christmas. They had these revolving spring coil things that grabbed your leg hairs and ripped them out of the follicles. Man, did that hurt like a mother! Not only did that whole ordeal hurt, but the process dried out your skin and when the hair grew back, they were ingrown under your skin. Ick.

I think I remember hearing that was the most returned gift that year. Gee, I wonder why.

It seems that several students attending Longwood University in Farmville, VA are irked at the treatment of current and past students by the school's administration. They've set up a wiki called Longwood University Sucks to try to force the administration to change its policies. While I admire their passion on the subject, I doubt such a move will inspire change. The only thing that talks is money. Only when enough students quit going to such schools and the tuition of remaining students no longer cover expenses will anybody bother to change anything. If these students really feel wronged, however, perhaps they should seek to file some sort of lawsuit or just quit wasting their money on that particular school.

Marcus bought me a yummy caffeinated beverage from Caribou Coffee last night. They opened one up right up the street from us. It's in the same center as Chipotle, Spicy Pickle and soon-to-be Anthony's Pizza & Pasta. Anyway, there is always a "question of the day" at Caribou and if you know the answer, you get 10¢ off your purchase. Yesterday's question was, "What do you call a group of crows?" I knew it was something really bizarre, but I couldn't remember at the time. Marcus looked it up later and the collective noun for crows is murder. Yes, a murder of crows. Apparently, crows kill sick and dying members of their group. Who comes up with these names, anyway?