Thats where Angie and I went yesterday.

All over it.

It was rather enjoyable, as is most time that I spend with my sister.

There are some new photos on flickr showing some of our day. Not all of it, of course.

And, actually, probably not much of it will entertain you. But, you know, whatever – check ‘em out, or not. It’s cool.

Tom got me a new phone system for the house, which is nice. It has the option to monitor the location of the phone, like a baby monitor. Which is very useful when Tom is stuck in bed and I’m running around the house.

It will also be nice to have duel handsets again, instead of only one cordless. I hate it when you’re in the middle of a conversation and the cordless battery starts to die, especially when there’s no back up.

Anyhow, I suppose I should get motivated to go to work… blah.

I marked another thing off of my list tonight.

I painted the guest bathroom.

Its yellow.

Like, intense yellow.

Like, I’ll have to look at it tomorrow to see if I can leave it alone or if I’ll have to think of something to help tone it down. (Of course, it might just be helpful to put some kind of decor up on the walls.)

I thought having a crazy bright color in there would help make the room look larger and brighter.

Instead, I think it might permanently affect someone’s vision.

I don’t need any law suits from a guest trying to use the bathroom.

But, there’s something more spectacular about the guest bathroom being painted tonight.

Wanna know what it is?

Wait for it….

wait for it…

We took off his foot rests (which add a foot – no pun intended – to his chair’s length) and he carefully manuevered around the corner!

(Yeah, the dresser is a mess. Gemme a break, I was painting!)

He made his way to the bathroom door (which is closed in this photo because we didn’t want to endure the paint fumes – and the yellow paint would of detracted from the importance of this photo) and checked out my work.

And, he meandered over to Paul’s room, just to prove he could do it, before making his way back into the living room.

Pretty exciting, huh?

Well, it is for me. So, deal with it.

Tom’s mom decided I needed these for my birthday!

Isn’t that just so sweet?

I have to say, my stomach kind of turned a little as I ate one.

Of course, she gave me these because of Movie Night.

On the up side, though, Rudy was on again the other night. And, amazingly, we caught it about 5 minutes before the part I missed.

So, I turn it on and instantly I had to pick up my feet and put them on the bed.

I told Tom I may never be able to watch that movie with my feet on the floor again.

And, the ridiculous part was that I had missed 15 minutes of the movie due to the little episode I had the other night.

I definately gave Tom crap for allowing me to carry on for 15 minutes about that spider.

Of course, if I see another spider of that magnitude again, I’ll know I’ll spend at least 15 minutes reacting to it from now on.

Good to know.

Yeah, thats me as a baby. I played with photoshop this morning… er, yesterday morning.

Today was my birthday.

Well… I guess techinally, yesterday was my birthday.

And this was the frickin’ picture that I couldn’t get to post earlier today… I mean, yesterday.

BTW – I did not decorate that cake. I borrowed it from google.

I’ve switched to Beta Blogger, which doesn’t affect anyone viewing this thing. But, it does affect how easy it was to post a photo.

I was going to put something up here… but, I can’t get it to size right through photobucket.

And, I’m done screwing with it.

Your loss.

(maybe I’ll attempt it later.)

I don’t know if I’ve just been in more of a foul mood lately than normal, or if the general public are becoming overwhelmed with morons.

I don’t know why shoppers cannot grasp the fact that they are not the only one with a shopping cart trying to get down an isle. Why, oh why, do people insist on moving their cart to the middle of the isle so they can stand between it and the shelves. This makes the isle impossible to navigate through. With a polite, “Excuse me,” I attempt to push my way through. And then I get a dirty look while the person jams their cart over out of the way?!

Or, leaving the cart within eyesight while glancing at something in the middle of the clothing section, which wouldn’t be a huge deal – there should be room to navigate around the cart – except that your small child is standing in the middle of the lane of traffic with his nose shoved so far into a game boy that he’s oblivious to his surroundings… Again, with the polite, “Excuse me,” which isn’t heard by the child entranced by his game. Saying excuse me a little louder catches the mother’s attention, then she commands the boy to move. Twice. Loudly. Then the child hears the mother’s voice and looks up at me angrily because his character just died due to the interruption and slowly moves towards his cart.

I rarely hear the words ‘Sorry’ or ‘Pardon me’ at any store, it seems. Well, except for when I’m saying these precious phrases, of course.

Where are people’s manors?! Respect? All that jazz that we were taught in kindergarten?

Oh, and just to keep count, out of the four ‘Lift Van Only’ handicapped parking spots at this store, one was a van… the others were compact cars – and there were empty ‘regular’ handicapped spots available. The van wasn’t even a lift van, either. But, at least they had the general idea.

FYI – Lift Van Only spots are the only handicapped spots with enough room to use a lift. Hense the name. If ya don’t got a lift, don’t park there. Cuz, someone’s got a lift… and needs the frickin’ space!

Duh.

(No, I did not have Tom with me. But, I always look at this because I want to give gold stars to the people that use these spaces correctly. Or, you know, flatten a tire of the people who don’t know how to read. Whatever.)

These are things that I have noticed that I’m a little OCD about… which is a weird concept to me.

But, now that I have my own house, it’s changed my perspective some.

I find it ironic that a lot of these things never bothered me before now.

• Leaving the kitchen cabinets open. It is not that hard to close them. Do it!

• Being the only person that can change the toilet paper roll. Uh, c’mon.

• Things being moved around in my house. Its my house. Don’t move it.

• Assuming. (Let’s just leave it at that.)

• Wet towels, on the floor? Is that necessary?

• Blocking my car in the driveway. Its a massive driveway, man. Why do you park so I cannot get out?

• Leaving the storm door open all the way, or just a crack. Who’s paying the bills here? (Uh, that would be Tom, for anyone who’s following along here.)

• Commandeering the TV if there is more than one person in the room. Why not ask if its okay to change the channel?

• Turn off the outside light. If we’re all asleep, there’s no need to have the light on. Pointless, I tell you.

• Don’t leave dirty dishes around the house. I don’t care if you’re going to use the cup later… put it by the sink. It’ll be there, waiting patiently for you.

• Until you know that I’m awake (and staying awake), do not turn the volume up too loud on the living room TV. In the same respect, if its bedtime, turn down the TV.

• If the door is closed, don’t enter. Knock. Its just simple respect. This goes for any door.

• Do not, under any circumstances, water the plants, run the washing machine, dish washer or whatever else uses water, while I’m getting into the shower.

• Turn off the frickin’ light/TV if you aren’t using it or don’t need it.

• The front screen door slams. Everyone forgets now and again… I get that. But, after using the door 5 times within a 5 minute span… seriously? Ya think it’s not going to slam?

• Don’t tell me, “You know what you need….” when I realize you’re saying this because you want to use it, and it probably wouldn’t benefit me at all. Yet, you still expect me to pay for it?!

And last, but not least (as I’m sure there will be another list like this in the future…)

• When you’re done taking a shower, please press the thingee (yes, that’s the technical term) to make the water come back out of the tap instead of through the shower head. I hate getting sprayed with the shower head while I’m trying to adjust the water temperature.