Written on Monday, June 19, 2006 by Jessica
S.'s five-year-old daughter is just too cute. This story cracks me up. Here's a clip:
My daughter and I had a very long talk yesterday about what happens when you die. I wanted her to know what was going on with Tasha [the cat they were forced to euthanize], I didn't want to lie to her and tell her she went to live on a farm or something like that. So I tried to explain the cycle of life, how the molecules that were Tasha will become part of all the rest of the earth and how she will live on physically that way and also always live in our hearts. As part of trying to explain I was telling her that the molecules will help other things grow — the plants, the flowers, and such. "The trees too, mommy?" "Yes, honey, she will help feed the trees." She said "Trees like to eat KITTIES?" and there was panic on her face as she looked out our living room window at the large orange tree in the backyard. God help me, I had to choke back a laugh as I imagined the trees lying in wait for unsuspecting cats then swooping them up with lowered branches.
Fortunately for me, I was only reading the story. I couldn't have choked back a laugh if I tried.
Written on Monday, June 12, 2006 by Jessica
It took a whole month for the insurance company (Allstate) to inform us that they were cancelling our policy. We were naively expecting a detailed letter explaining what needed to be fixed and how to schedule a reinspection. Nope. The letter vaguely listed some (but not all) of the problems, recommended that we find another insurance company, and even provided us with information about obtaining a policy from the state. (You know, one of those expensive, last-chance policies that states typically offer.) Basically, Allstate wants nothing to do with us.
We've switched to Auto Owners. They're not writing us a regular policy, but they're charging a reasonable price for a fire policy, which will give us time to fix the issues. Then we can convert to a standard homeowners' policy easy peasy. I can't believe I spent so much time stressing about Allstate. If they're okay with our switching all of our policies to another company -- fine, it's their loss.
Written on Monday, May 15, 2006 by Jessica
| You Are 40% Evil |
A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.
In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil. |
Written on Tuesday, April 25, 2006 by Jessica
Bob and I bought a new house. I haven't even bothered to update anybody, I guess b/c I'm just too engrossed in Kidney Bean's blog. I might've mentioned on it on K.B.'s blog simply b/c K.B. is the reason we're buying a new house.
We closed on the house a couple of weeks ago. Today we learned that it didn't pass the insurance company's inspection. Our homeowners' insurance coverage will lapse in thirty days. It'll take a couple of weeks to get the reinspection done, which means we have two weeks to fix the problems. Bob has to tear down a decrepit porch, build some handrails, and build new stairs.
Written on Thursday, March 30, 2006 by Jessica
This article sufficiently amused me for a moment or two.
It answers the question of whether anything is really worth its weight in gold. Diamonds are, but most everything else is not.
Written on Thursday, March 23, 2006 by Jessica
I caught it. I thought I'd survived the quarantine zone, but yesterday I began showing symptoms. Thank goodness my approved medications list includes cough medicine.
Update: Today is Friday, and people are now teasing me about the medicine chest I have here at my desk -- Robitussin, Sudafed, and Tylenol. Bob drove all the way to Indian River to get me the Sudafed. It wasn't stocked at the gas station on the way home because the active ingredient in Sudafed is used to produce crystal meth. In Michigan, all medications containing that ingredient must now be kept behind a pharmacy counter. You can still buy it without a prescription, but it has to be monitored by a pharmacy. Thanks to my cousin, Michelle, who works the pharmacy counter where Bob went. He nearly bought a less-effective version that is stocked in the aisle, but Michelle spotted him and set him straight! Thanks, Michelle! Thanks, Bob!
Written on Thursday, March 16, 2006 by Jessica
I'm working twelve hours a day in what should be a quarantine zone.
We're pushing out new software this week and working long hours to make it happen. Everyone here is sick. There's a mini breakfast bar set up with bagels, fruit, juice, and TheraFlu. I'm not kidding.
I don't know how I'm going to avoid it.
Written on Friday, March 03, 2006 by Jessica
I had a horrific dream last night. Two friends and I were being pursued by two predators. (Do you remember the movie Predator? The predator was an alien creature who hunted humans and kept trophies from each. Early in the movie, the predator kills a guy and pulls out his spinal column as a souvenir. Arnold Schwarzenegger is the hero who eventually kills it.)
In my dream, there were no Schwarzeneggeresqe heroes. We were all killed, and as I lay there dying from a mortal chest wound but not yet dead, the predator pulled out the baby to keep as a trophy. The worst part is that the baby was still alive, too.
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Written on Monday, February 20, 2006 by Jessica
I love it when people go to police to complain when they've been shafted while engaging in illegal activities.
A 52-year-old man from the German town of Darmstadt tried in vain to get a refund for 400 euros ($475) worth of what he said was "bad marijuana" from his dealer before turning to the police for help, according to authorities.
Written on Thursday, February 09, 2006 by Jessica
One of my cubemates just offered the other cubemate some jalapeño Pringles, which he pronounced with a "j" instead of an "h." (Okay, so he's not into Mexican food. Doesn't know how to pronounce "jalapeno." No biggie.)
After the other cubemate accepted the chips, he actually smelled them and said, "Nice bouquet." He continued to say something about them while chewing -- I unfortunately couldn't hear -- and then commented, "Strong finish."
It totally cracked me up. He was as serious about these chips as wine tasters are about tasting wine. :) Clearly, I need to enlarge my world so I, too, can get this much enjoyment out of jalapeño Pringles.