I covet steam....and why Buddha would be dissapointed, would that he was able to feel disapointment

I panicked...as usual. I am a panicker by nature. I think I am justified. To quote Chuck Nice:

" an orphan and Romanian? that sucks!"

My pipes are fine. So it appears. My toilet over flowed because Chad didn't cut down the tube that tells the water flow to stop so it was seeping out the front of the tank under the handle. Then on Saturday we ran some scientific tests to see why the washer had dumped it's load. By scientific I mean I tilted the washer back while Chad stuck his head under it and asked 'do you see anything?' He didn't and we poured some water in to it and finally it started flowing out the bottom. We don't see a hole and I think the machine is too old to try and salvage. Besides I have been waiting for it to die so I could get a fancy new one. And I did. Although I spent close to an hour looking at the same 8 machines at Home Depot. I'm sure the girl thought I was the most indecisive customer she's seen in a long time but she played it cool and at the end of the day she snagged the sale. I have been seeing the commercials for the beautiful cherry red washer and dryer with the steam function. The washer alone is $1200 ($1100 if you get white instead.) I want to steam my clothes....oh yeah I do. Chad said he would never use that function. I know I would but to pay a good $400 more for that function seemed a bit excessive, even for me. But I couldn't help ogling the machine right there in the show room. I leaned on it and imagined what it would be like to refresh my clothes without having to run a full cycle. In the end reality sunk in and I got the model under it without the steam but with all the other bells and whistles. It arrives on Wednesday. Not soon enough considering our old machine broke down Tuesday and I'm almost out of work clothes. Oh well, I guess I'll have to wear jeans. Too bad ;p. But that time I spent agonizing about spending a small fortune on a machine was silly. I don't know where my love of inanimate objects comes from. I always thought the Buddhists had their shit together and that maybe I'd join but I just love stuff way too much. I don't want to live to work. I need those silly things to make me feel like my 40 hours a week are worth it. Not just so I can give my money to everyone who supplies me with light, water and housing. Is it wrong to love stuff? yes, probably. But it's a flaw I'm willing to live with.

Water, Water Everywhere!

hey guys,if anyone out there knows anything about plumbing I could sure use some advice. here's the short version. last night my washing maching lost all it's water in the middle of a load through the front bottom of the machine. all pipes and flooring is dry behind the washer. at the same time I find water under my sink. all pipes are dry. the wall is dry and when I ran the disposal it was also dry with no signs of a leak under the sink. All drains are draining.today I come home and my bathroom is flooded. there is an obvious leak coming from the bottom of the toilet tank but there is no crack or hole so I don't understand where the water is coming from since all screws and surrouding areas are bone dry. the wall is dry by the main pipe and all the water is coming from this steady drop of water from bottom of the tank, none from the base of the toilet or the wall. I stopped the water on the toilet and that stopped the leak even though the tank is still full of water. the kitchen is adjacent to the laundry room and the bathroom is behind the laundry room but does not share any wall with joining pipes. The toilet does however share a wall with my fridge which dispenses water and ice, no leaks so far from that wall. i called a plumber and they said it didn't sound urgent and maybe they could get out here Friday if I was lucky. Shoudl I panic? I mean more so than I already am that at any moment my house will be like the Titanic!

Puerto Penasco Slide Show!

We just got home from Rocky Point. It was awesome. We rented a condo at a resort from a friend of a friend's mom at Las Palomas. The weather was perfect. The water was perfect. The company was perfect. We laid out by the pool a lot. spent a few hours on the lazy river. Ate lots of local goodies. We snorkled. Just a damn good time is what it was. None of us wanted to come back and we were all trying to figure out how we could purchase our own condo so that we could do this every month. The only damper was one of the arcadia door windows broke. We don't know how. It just started cracking for no good reason. Nothing hit it (at least nothing that we could see) and now we may be responsible for it which is crap because we had absolutely nothing to do with it other than just renting it the wrong weekend. We'll see. Can't wait to go back.

A few things

First and most importantly, Chloe has neurological problems. A few weeks ago I noticed she was shaking. Just gently like she was keeping up to a good dance beat. When I cupped her little head in my hands she stopped and when I let go she'd start shaking again. She had to use furniture to brace herself up. It worried me but it stopped soon after. Then it happend again Monday while Chad was with her. He took her in and so far (after $330 in tests...that was my 'reduced' rate) nothing can be found. The only thing that hasn't come back negative was valley fever and we should hear those results today. So now they are suggesting we take her to a specialist and I am not sure my wallet can handle that. I feel cruel if I don't help her but all in all she is a very well behaved, very smart puppy dog and to run expensive tests on her when there may not be anything fundamentally wrong with her or that would affect her quality of life seems silly too. I think it has something to do with her being stuck in the birth canal for 4 hours behind a dead sibling. My weight watchers leader, Gretchen, suggested I take her to the chiropractor she referred me to for my "whiplash" last Ocotober. She may actually be right but I can't imagine me taking my dog to a chiropractor. I mean that's just crazy. Right?
Next was something I'm over now. In a nut shell I have a faculty member who hates the bookstore with a passion. I've blogged about him before but his wife also is a treat and hates us with a passion too. She came to our annual bad-mouth-the-bookstore-with-a-smile meeting where people come to have a grown up discussion and inevitably it turns in to a temper tantrum where I have to sit there and be diplomatic to these freaks who think that my biggest concern (I call it my biggest problem) is their specific classes. They care not of anyone else who wanted to discuss pertanent issues. No they wanted to complain about a book we ran out of for 24 hours on the first week of classes. We are 7 weeks in to term and it's just now being brought to me (like I didn't know) and she chooses to do it in the most rude and obnoxious way. She never does anything proactively to help us, just likes to complain in an open forum. She doesn't return phone calls when we ask for information that would bypass this situation from happening every semester. No, wait to air your dirty laundry which by my account wasn't so dirty but she tried to make it look like we didn't have her stuff for 1 week (which is eons in math terms) and when I insisted she was wrong (very politely I might add) she told me I was wrong cause her students told her. I then wanted to tell her they were lying cause they know if they blame us they can prolong having to spend $64.00 on a piece of cardboard with a 20 digit number inside. And if she would just take the time to check (like all her cohorts do) she'd know. So what makes me mad is that I do have to smile and take it because my corporation frowns on us calling faculty egotistical jerks....not sure why. She's mean and so is her miserable husband. That's all I had to say about that.
Lastly, I was talking to Judy (my co-worker) last night at WW and she knew one of the new members. She was a daughter of an old friend. Well the member's brother has brain damage from playing russian roulette. I was so shocked. People actually play that? I thought it was just something they just did in the movies. So it didn't kill him but he does have to live in a special home for kids with head injuries. Crazy. Just thought I'd share that for a taste of something different. I started looking at all the other members, most of whom are over 70. Just imagine what kinda crazy stories they could tell.

note to self

I'm tired right now and can't keep my eyes open for much longer so I am leaving myself a note so I can come back tomorrow and vent.
1. russian roulette
2. bitches trying to take me down
3. damn it I had a third and I forgot it....maybe it'll come to me in my sleep. I think it had to do with something that happend today....grrrr. OH! I know. Chloe's brain. TTFN.