Ruminating Slav

My eBay feedback now reads: CHUMP

I have now been defrauded on eBay TWICE while attempting to buy the Buffy Chosen Collection box set. What the fuck, internet gods? What. The. Fuck. Assuming I get most the money back for the second auction, which is iffy since I didn't use PayPal for it, I will still be out $50 for this whole Buffy fiasco. And have no box set to show for it. And chickens, I am no fool -- I bought both from sellers who had established feedback, and not just any feedback, but feedback from buyers. Christ. I am the unluckiest late-to-the-party Buffy fan ever. EVER.

Also. My baby is an antisocial little pill who needs a sensory deprivation chamber whenever he travels away from home. This weekend we went to Oxford, MS and jumpin jimminy on a pogo stick, was it ever a workout. I guess I know deep down that it's a problem of our own making since he has such a routine existence, but damn. There was a lot of crying because strangers were getting up in his grill, and there was crying because naps were missed, and there was crying because things were different, different, different. Yes, we were Those People with That Child on the plane trip back. Karma is paying me back for every single eye roll I ever directed towards a crying baby back when I was young and oh-so very foolish, oh yes she is. I am wore out and need another weekend, please, if that can be ordered right up.

We were ostensibly in Mississippi for BK's 20-year class reunion, although BK, in typical anticsocial BK behavior, blew off all the events except for one. Still, from that one mixer I am very impressed with the OHS Class of '86, as it beats the pants off of the WHS Class of '94. There were neurosurgeons, and lawyers, and businesspeople, oh my! The shit was catered, had live music, and there was a commemorative t-shirt as a parting gift. My 10-year reunion was in a barn with a couple of kegs. You can see why I'd be impressed.

At least the kid is cute, right?

A hot tip for you, reader

If you are ever in a situation where a flood of water begins flowing out from the cabinets under your kitchen sink, do yourself a favor and do one thing before calling the plumber. Check if the connection to the pull-out spray nozzle isn't loose, because maybe, just maybe, water is shooting out of it and draining down the inside of the faucet down into the cabinet. Because, if, hypothetically, you go ahead and call the plumber, you may, hypothetically, end up paying someone $84 for the pleasure of spending 20 seconds to tighten a bolt.

Uh. Hypothetically speaking.

A half-assed update with some self-hatred thrown in for grins

Check me and Baxie out at the Mavericks game last weekend. The kid was mesmerized by all the sounds and sights, so much so that he was content just sitting in our laps and looking around. That never happens -- he's not much for sitting still, that son o' mine.

Not much to report since the great ant debacle of aught-six. BK and I have us a babysitter lined up for this weekend so we can have us a night out on the town. At the end of the month we head to Mississippi for Old Man BK's 20-year high-school reunion, and hopefully we'll be heading to Austin in May for SUSAN'S law school gradumation par-tay. You go, you legal scholar, you!

I'm all done with Buffy, internets. I gotta tell ya, that is some fine, fine tv goodness. I've deviously gotten BK semi-hooked, so looks like many episodes are going to make a repeat appearance chez Slav.

Finally, I've got some bad news -- BK and I have officially turned into The Man. After spending hours doing yard work last weekend BK finally bit the bullet and called a lawn service, deciding that he'd rather spend the little free time his work affords hanging out with his kid and not wrastling with the ever-breaking leaf-blower. Combine that with the miracle who is Minnie, the lovely lady who comes to battle the cat and dog hair tumbleweeds every two weeks, and you've got yourself two bloated fat cats, eh? The guilt, it is ever-present: my parents managed, so why can't I?

Maybe because after little Polish baby Karo went to sleep they scrubbed the toilet instead of plunking their asses down to watch a Buffy episode, that's why.