Lately, I’ve been getting a few comments on my blog that have made me furrow my brow in thought. I’m musing, you see, and my inner monologue goes something like this:

Huh?

Is that spam?

…’cuz if it is, it’s really quite good. I mean, the spammer had to have read my post in order to leave that comment. And it had to be a spammer, because their link doesn’t point to a blog. But then again…

Maybe it’s really a blogger, but they’re trying to promote a site that they really like ‘cuz they think I’ll enjoy it.

Putz.

I don’t watch commercials, what makes you think I enjoy your advertisement here? Promote somewhere else, thank you very much. This is a blog, dagnaberitz! Act accordingly.

Sometimes I get a little cranky when I’ve missed my morning dose of caffeine.

But honestly… I’m confused. I’ve decided that from here on out, if you’re spam and I like your comment, it stays. But if your link doesn’t point to a blog, then the link gets removed.

I don’t think that’s unreasonable. Do you?

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I’m lovin’ the new digs, but I’m not groovin’ on the management too much at this point. I have been trying to call the landlady for two weeks, and no one ever answers the damn phone. No voicemail, no answering machine. (…does anybody even use those anymore?) So I searched the Internet for different numbers where she can be reached. No one answers those numbers either. But then I remembered that my hubby kept her personal cell phone number when the lady first called us to show us her rentals. (That was a long unpunctuated sentence.)

That number worked. Sort of. I got voicemail! Yay! So I left this message:

Hello Kristen, this is Stacy Anderson. I am calling to inform you that we have bats in our belfry and seriously need them cleared out. They are making a ton of racket at night and my daughter cannot sleep. Please return my call as soon as possible to let me know what will be done about this. …Thank you.

Okay, so that’s not exactly what I said, but it was close. It seems, that before we moved in, someone removed the outdoor cover to the dryer vent. A couple of lovebirds decided to take up residence waaaaaay in the back of the vent tube, placing their nest full of baby birds in the wall directly over the area where the head of my daughter’s bed rests. The racket they make at night and all throughout the early morning hours is horrendously annoying. My poor daughter isn’t getting any sleep, which makes her very, very, very crabby. …more so than usual.

Not only that, but now I have to vent my dryer into the laundry room. It’s a freakin’ sauna in there! And I have to keep the door to the laundry room shut, because it sits directly beside our thermostat. You know what that means, right? Yeah. It’s going to trigger the air-conditioning to run at a near-constant pace, thusly increasing my electric bill beyond its normal, astonishing heights.

Wanna know what else? And might I say, I totally cringe at the mention of this. There are snake holes in my front yard. …several of them. *shudder* I…Am…Deathly…Afraid…Of…Snakes. Don’t even try to tell me that it’s probably just a harmless little ol’ gardener snake. I don’t care. …It still freakin’ slithers!

And there is a big dead bush next to the front door. I am tempted to pull it out of the ground and toss it in the trash, but I’m afraid that the reason it’s dead is because there is a nest of snakes beneath it. …I’m totally freaking out here, right? I mean, really… what are the chances?

*whimper*

Anybody got a mongoose or three to loan out?

I got up about two hours ago with the intent of jumping in the shower, getting dressed (of course!), and then going to the grocery store. But it hasn’t happened yet.

I checked RPoL, then checked out a friend’s MySpace page. She had a bunch of Blogthings quiz results on her page, so of course I had to take all of the quizzes too. This is how procrastination works, you see. Then, I thought I’d post them on my blog because I didn’t have anything to say. But then I saw Mr. Dyckerson’s comment about my blog being done, so I took a little sidetrip to Dungland. And now I’m back. ALL the worse for wear.

Anybody got any Rolaids? Tums? Draino?

My family has been complaining that we don’t have any food. It’s true… sort of. If you don’t count the Hot Pockets, Bagels, PB&J, Lunchmeat, Cheese, Olives, Milk, Eggs, Heineken, Jello Pudding, Left Over Pizza, and Jalepenos as food. There’s stuff in the pantry too… LOTS of stuff. But I’m told we have no food and I must go grocery shopping. I hate shopping. Really, really, really… much. There’s people out there, you know. With carts. And hips that lie.

*Le Sigh*

Personally, as long as there’s Heineken in the fridge, 100% whole wheat bread, and peanut butter, I’m good to go.

But, enough with the procrastination. I have a family to feed. I must brave the grocery isles, taking ankles by storm.

Whatever that means.

My brain is in a very strange place today. I’m going to blame it on Mr. Dyckerson. He’s good for that sort of thing.

On that note…

Stacy Was An Eagle

Stacy is able to rise above the details of life and see the big picture. A spiritual being, she tends to go beyond material concerns. (…like groceries)

(I swear, as Beelzebub is my witness, I only changed the pronouns on that one. I AM a dynamo! Heh.)

Stacy is a Dreaming Soul

Stacy’s vivid emotions and imagination takes her away from this world, so much so that she tends to live in her head most of the time. (Hey… I resemble that remark.) She has great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all… But for her, following through with her dreams is a bit difficult. But all is not lost… She is charming, endearing, and people tend to love her. (Yay, me!) Forgiving and tolerant, she sees the world through rose colored glasses. (IS there any other color? …Don’t answer that.) Underneath it all, she has a ton of passion that she hides from others. (See, told you so.) Always hopeful, she tends to expect positive outcomes in her life. Souls she is most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul

(Now that you know all of my secrets, I’m going to have to close my eyes and make you disappear. But don’t worry… It won’t hurt. I promise. )

Stacy is Storm (No, really. She is!)

Exotic and powerful, Stacy-Storm descended from a line of African priestesses. Emotions can effect her powers, but she is generally serene. (Serene? Ha! Fooled you.) Powers: controlling weather, creating winds that lift you into flight, generating lightning

(Maybe I’ll conjure up a hurricane and then I won’t have to go shopping.)

TOP 10 PLAYERS IN MAY (2008)
(105 players played during the month. Wow!)

MAY HALL OF FAME

1. Turnbaby (Pts: 696 Wins: 3)
5th Straight Win in a Row! WTG!

2. skullman (Pts: 628 Wins: 5)
Wow! Way to Climb the Ranks, Skullman. Great job!

3. Mr. Fab (Pts: 576 Wins: 6)
Way to hang tough, Mr. Fab. Maybe I should reward ya with a straight week of Seinfeld trivia.

4. Deborah (Pts: 553 Wins: 3)
Welcome to the game! Looks like we’ve got a new contender vying for 1st here.

5. badwolf1965 (Pts: 528 Wins: 1)
Another strong contender… Welcome! Kick some Turnbaby butt, will ya?

6. Dee (Pts: 469 Wins: 1)

7. melanieinorygun (Pts: 418 Wins: 1)

8. fatboy47 (Pts: 389 Wins: 0)

9. Dan (Pts: 380 Wins: 0)

10. PandoraWilde (Pts: 374 Wins: 1)

WTG! Good job, folks!

(Note: I’m not always certain which blogger to match to which Trivia ID. So, if your name is listed above and you would like a link to your blog or website, please let me know in comments and I’ll hook you up. Or, if you prefer, you can add your info in the Mr. Linky box below.)

Many thanks to Mr. Fabulous for continually pimping Stacy’s Trivia Challenge. He truly is fabulous!

Stacy’s Trivia Challenge: Game Tips

The top factors for improving your points:

• a.) Accuracy
• b.) Speed
• c.) Frequency (Play seven days a week, as opposed to four or five.)
• d.) Current Players (The more people that play, (on any given day), the higher your score will be.)
• e.) Lastly … bone up on your trivia!

If you haven’t played “Stacy’s Trivia Challenge“, what are ya waiting for? C’mon, join the fun. A new game starts on the 1st of each month. …And we love the competition!

Trivia Players: Feel free to add your name and blog link here if you’d like. Thanks!

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For those who aren’t in the know, we’ve recently moved. I love the new place. I’m very, very happy here. In fact, since my hubby put in a new thermostat yesterday, I’m no longer blowing icicles out of my nostrils. That’s pretty cool. (Pun not intended, but I’ll take it.) Today, I was practically melting. Not that I like being hot, I just am.

Okay. That’s so not what I meant to say.

You see, while Bob was pulling wires out of the wall to install the new thermostat, I got the bright idea that maybe, just maybe, he should turn off the circuit breaker before stripping electrical wires.

“There’s not enough juice in these wires to do me any harm.” He said. To which I promptly responded by opening the breaker box and flipping off the AC switch.

This morning as I awoke to beads of sweat pooling in my eyeballs, I decided to check the new thermostat. It was 85 degrees in the house! Ugh. My first thought was that Bob wired something up wonky. Why else would it not be working? So I took instructions in hand and set to the task of figuring out the mistake. First order of business: Turn off the AC breaker.

Duh-oh!

It was already off.

Problem solved.

Time for more Ginko.

The day we moved, it rained. Mind you, it was no gentle Spring shower. It was a downpour. My couch got soaked and one of our dressers wound up warped as all get out.

The good news: The couch dried out nicely and none of my books were destroyed.

That made me happy. I would have cried for months had anything happened to my books.

At the old place, as I was carrying out a very heavy, very awkward TV, my neighbor happened to step outside. Now keep in mind, we hadn’t exchanged more than 5 words between us in the last 5 years. My kind of neighbor!

Here, then, was our conversation (…as I was just about to put the TV into my van):

Neighbor: “You moving?”
Stacy: “Ah… yeah.” (Duh.)
Neighbor: “You need any help with that?”
Stacy: “No thanks, I’ve got it.” (And I’d like to put it down now… Ow.)
Neighbor: “Where ya moving to?”
Stacy: “Ashland.” (…Hello! Heavy TV here, couldn’t this wait?)
Neighbor: “Mmm… Well, it’s been nice knowing you.”
Stacy: (Huh?) “Ah, yeah… you too.”

Laundry room quote of the week:

“Okay, who the heck thought it was a good idea to play Hide-n-Seek in my dryer?!” –Stacy

The door was sprung. The dryer goes woppa-woppa as it turns. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think it’s supposed to do that.

Kids. You move to a new house and they think the rules have changed.

It’s time to toss ‘em into the stew.

But I’m still unpacking.

And it’s really cold in here, so my fingers are freezing, can’t type (at leat not well {–see? I missed the S in ‘least’). I need to replace the thermostat today. The one up on the wall now is all kinds of wonky. I set it at 72 and it’s 60 degrees in here. So, I kick it up to 80 and it winds up getting hot. Take it down to 75 and I’m blowing icicles out my nose. I can’t freakin’ win. Bah!

I love this place though. I mean, the townhouse is awesome… lots of windows for sunlight, lots of room, and I have a HUGE walk-in closet. What’s not to love about that?

Oh, and I get Toon Disney on cable now. I hate cartoons, but I LOVE Toon Disney cartoons! Is that wrong? Gargoyles is my absolute fav to watch, but it comes on at 3:00 am so I haven’t caught it yet. As soon as we figure out how to hook up our VCR to the digital box, I’m gonna record it.

Digital boxes… They should seriously come with a manual, don’t you think? I mean, why does the cable guy get to be the only one who can figure ‘em out? That’s just wrong.

Oh, and check this out… the people in this town are unbelievably courteous and friendly. Seriously. I think I’ve moved to Mayberry. Either that, or Stepford.

*bad train of thought… bad train of thought*

Anybody see any good movies lately? Tell me all about it, please (without spoilers, thank you). Then I’ll have something to read once I thaw out.

This was a really lousy post, eh? I shoulda just stuck to the unpacking.

Happy Friday!