Ruminating Slav

Tonight, at The Oceanaire

BK, upon having to pick pieces of crab out of my hair after the claw I was attempting to crack broke into pieces and went flying across the dining room: Didn't I once see this in a romantic comedy?

BK, witnessing me agreeing to the sixth additional thing the waiter suggested: Soon you'll be agreeing to the fried pony.

I turned 30 today, bitches!

A couple of things that do not suck

1. Little Miss Sunshine. One of the best movies I've seen in ages. If you haven't seen it, go. If you don't like it, I will personally refund you the price of the ticket. (I'll need a receipt.)

2. The price of the birthday HDTV just went down on amazon so I called them up and they refunded BK's credit card $229. Sweetness.

Wherein I come up with some goofy pregnancy metaphors

Hi! How's things? Guess what? My MacBook Pro power adapter stopped working! For those of you keeping count, that means I'm now on my third power adapter and second battery. Wheee!

In other geektastic news, my 30th birthday is coming up and, really, what better way is there of celebrating the completion of one's third decade on this earth than by upgrading to HDTV? Thanks to the Slavic bargaining gene passed down to me by the Stanimal, I talked DirecTV into giving me their $399 HD DVR for free ninety-nine. NICE. After some internet research we went and mingled with the riff raff down at the local Circuit City and Best Buy (Has anyone ever noticed that Circuit City is like the Burger King of electronics stores? Every time I go in one -- which, granted, isn't that often -- it always seems vaguely sticky and dirty) where we stared at lots of TVs and Baxter crawled around and banged on shelves. We decided to go with the Sony 40" Bravia, and it should get here this week. I am so totally ready for the fall tv season.

Ok, geek-out complete. Whew.

Friday night I got a phone call from one of my best friends who now lives in Australia, to tell me he and his wife are expecting their first baby. I'm totally psyched for them, and yeah, a little jealous. How fabulous are they? All jet-setty and ex-patty. In fifteen years when they come visit their kid will kick Baxter's pansy little Dallas private-school ass using some crazy martial arts he learned on the mean streets of Bangkok or some shit.

Talking to my friend also made me a little nostalgic for last year, when I was pregnant and BK and I would sit around wondering what Embie would look like, what kind of little person he would be. Pregnancy was shiny and new, the future all delicious anticipation. What will it be like, raising a child? Will he have hair? What will labor be like? We were about to start a new chapter of our lives, but hadn't gotten to that page yet. That's not to say I'm not totally digging where we are now, but I guess I get nostalgic thinking about that unique moment in life when you know everything's going to change -- nine months of click-click-clicking up that first roller coaster hill and those seconds of balancing on the top before falling. Even if (if!) BK and I decide to have another kid one day, it won't be all leisurely anticipation and speculation like when I was pregnant with Baxter. Who, just in case you were wondering, is still cute as hell:



Today's Hott Home Repair Tip: If your garbage disposal completely stops working, try pressing the red reset button on the bottom of the unit. Luckily, today's hot tip is brought to you by the lady who answers the plumber's phone, and not the plumber himself.

386

Internets, let's play a game. I'm going to give you a number, and you have to guess what I'm talking about. Ready? Ok, here's the number: 386.

So, what do you think? Number of jelly beans in a jar on my kitchen counter? Number of times I've said "No, not for babies" in reference to dog and cat kibble this week? Number of hours I've spent wishing [insert witty, male Jewish celebrity here] were my boyfriend?

No, no, and no.

I'll give you a hint. On the same paper that 386 is printed, it also says, "The average daily high temperature during this billing period was 101°; average daily high temperature during the same billing period last year was 94°."

Now you see, don't you, internets? 386 is the number of dollars that BK and I owe TXU Energy. That's right. Our electricity bill was $386. So America, unless your forecast for the next three days looks like this:



and your electricity bill this past month was $386 or more, I don't want to hear it.

Greek masks

Greek masks, originally uploaded by *Karo*.

Comedy and Tragedy, Baxter style. (Thanks Twink for the inspiration.)

Fan letter

Dear NoVa reader who checks my blog multiple times a day,

Hi! Thanks for reading my blog! I have no idea who you are, but I appreciate it nonetheless. Listen, though. I see you're using Internet Explorer 6.0 on a PC. Now, I'm not going to go through the whole rigamarole where I tell you how much Explorer sucks and how you should really use Firefox, blah blah blah. But here's the thing. I've noticed that every time you access my blog, you do it by googling "ruminating slav." Which is great, really, but it seems that if you remember the "ruminating slav" part, you could remember the the entirety of www.ruminatingslav.com. And see that long, horizontal white space up there at the top of your Internet Explorer? You can type www.ruminatingslav.com in there and it will take you right to my blog! You can skip the googling! And the best part is, it works for any web site. Try it out!

Kind regards,
Karo

Tootie and Tony in Hawaii

Tootie and Tony in Hawaii, originally uploaded by *Karo*.

Tootie (nom de plume!) is the friend through whom I am vicariously living, you know, with the Buffy-watching. If you'll allow me to get all SAT on your asses, then:

Karo:Spike::Tootie:Giles

and Tootie, that little hussy, had herself a Giles dream the other night. In celebration of her naughty little subconscious, I offer up to you, interweb, my rendition of Tootie and Giles' True Luv.