House stuff

We're getting closer to putting our previous house on sale. Friday we had the carpet placed. I asked a friend of mine to supervise their work, until my husband can get there in the afternoon. I figured that since she knew Spanish and she is very familiar with Architecture and Construction Management that this would work well with the Spanish speaking carpet layers.

At 6pm I called my husband to ask what he's up to, and here's the conversation that ensued:

Mybrid: "Are you still at the townhouse?"
Ybrid: "Yes, your friend and I are having some beers."
Mybrid: "Beers?"
Mybrid's friend in the background: "Did you tell her about the carpet burns?"
Ybrid to my friend in the background: "And how do you want me to explain to her that you have carpet burns?"
Mybrid: "Waitaminute! Let me see if I understand this. You're out there in our old house, having beers with my friend and now she's got carpet burns?"
Ybrid: "Yup."
Mybrid: "And I'm sitting here alone at our new house???! Oh, forget this! I'm calling her husband!"

So I picked up the phone to my friend's husband, who's also my friend:

Mybrid: "When can you come over?"
Mybrid's friend: "huh?"
Mybrid: "Well, my husband and your wife are having beers and now she's got carpet burns!"
Mybrid's friend: "Oh no, they're not!" [click]

Next call I get is from my husband:

Ybrid: "Well..... her husband called."
Mybrid [trying to stay innocent, but smiling]
Ybrid: "He threatened that anything I do to his wife he's going to do to me!!!"
Mybrid [laughing her ass off from the visual]


Yeah, I got cool friends! I'll have to take him out to Happy Hour this Friday. Though I'm not sure we can top the carpet burn story.

Service will resume next week

Turns out I caught a serious flu, in spite of getting the flu shot this year. I suppose this strain wasn't accounted for. Last time I had the flu was 1996. I've been in bed most of this week. I must have slept 20 hours a day every day. The four hours I was awake I spent either on the phone with my friend or trying to drink or eat something (not very successful at either).

I couldn't even get myself to the computer.

Never made it to the job interview because I was so sick.

Never made it to the embassy.

My life has been delayed by a week.

So far this year, I've lost two months for being ill. 2007 SUCKS!!! Big time.

I'm going back to bed. I'm feeling dizzy from typing so much.

Trying to find time

This past week was one of those weeks that ended with a splitting headache and a cold. Too much stress at work and in my personal life. Everything that COULD go wrong on my project went wrong and then some. At the same time I've been trying to get our townhouse ready for sale, but our trim work guy caught a cold that delayed his arrival til today.

Last night I met with the carpet people - Empire Today, and the painters. Carpet will go down on Friday, paint will go next weekend. Hopefully, they won't paint it green for St. Patrick's day! So somehow through all this, I've lost an entire week worth of work. I won't be able to put the house up for sale next Monday because I still need a couple of days for cleaning the house thouroughly after all the trades have left.

This also means that focusing on the new house is delayed as a result. Translation to Jewish: house won't be as ready as I wanted it to be for Passover Eve!

Meanwhile, this week I've sold my apartment back in Israel. Huge deal for me and very emotional for my family. Of course selling anything overseas means lots of paperwork, and getting it notarized by the embassy here. Thankfully, I live quite close to the embassy, compared to most Israelis overseas. But still, it means I have to take a day off work, because they notarize papers only on Mondays and Thursdays between 11 and 1. Monday I'm already taking a day off work to go lobby the government

Wednesday I'm taking half a day off work due to an event at our main office - during which I am supposed to give a 15 minute presentation (another stressful event for me). Thursday half a day off to get to the embassy. Friday - day off to manage the carpet laying at my old house. Somewhere in this very hectic week I'll be negotiating salary with my new company, and possibly turn in my resignation before St. Patrick's day. Hmmm... I don't know when's the best time to turn in resignations. Heck, I don't even know what to write on it after eight years with the company.

With all this added stress I caught a cold from my husband. I HATE COLDS!!!

I just want to make it through end of March. Is that too much to ask?

Price per Inch

My friend offered to sell me his 42" Plasma Screen TV. Another friend who shall remain nameless (MP is his nickname on this blog) has offered his expertise in mounting it to the wall at our new house and hooking it all up to a Media Center computer and dish washer. (At least that's what I gathered from all tech talk I had to endure this weekend).

As we were sitting in the living room measuring the space and discussing the size of the TV, my friend was attempting to persuade my husband to go for a 50" screen rather than the 42" my other friend was selling. My husband feeling torn between one decision and another asked for the price on the 50". When he found out the price difference he said, "That's about $100 per inch!"

In total shock I exclaimed, "I wonder where else I'd be paying a $100 per inch???"

Apparently my friends haven't known me long enough to expect this remark from me. My husband just smirked with that knowing smile, "Welcome to my world!" When we said farewell to them, I promised my friend to update her if I find a place where you can pay by the inch. My husband chimed in that he's already in debt and owes me.

48 hours later I made the decision for my husband (with his agreement) and we settled on buying the 42" plasma screen TV from my friend. The subject of the email I sent my friend: "Improve your Sex Life":

Sell your TV and we guarantee your sex life will improve. No need for Viagra or Cialis. You don't even have to spend money on Hoodia. For $39.40 per inch and we can guarantee your sex life will be forever changed. No prior prescription needed. Order from the privacy of your home. Sell it to us today and eliminate financial stress. Free, today only. Don't get turned down again! In a tight squeeze for cash, we can help. Last chance. Drive off with a Special Deal. Get big Fat Paycheck with us. Upgraded TV for the whole family. Just not yours. Free cash For Little Effort. Broke? Get cash Now. Depression interfering with your social life. GEt rid of the TV. Improve your quality of life. For a good time, contact us. Just $39.40 per inch. Last offer. Delivery tomorrow.

On second thought, with 3 girls maybe you should keep the TV?
On third thought - sell us the TV OR the girls!

BEST AND FINAL OFFER!

So MP, sorry to disappoint. Father of the Brides, Mazal Tov on a successful sale!

Happy Purim 2007!

Purim begins on Sunday. It's a 3 day holiday when Jews dress up in costumes to commemorate another one of our victories over the antisemites.

My favourite nephew is 17 years old. And sometimes I think it's best not to explain anything further.

And yes, they did win first place in the costume competition of their high school.

Bloody hell!

Wow, I can't believe my last post was over ten days ago. I have a lot of excuses, but that would mean I'd actually write something interesting on my blog. For the sake of keeping it boring because that's what my friend labeled me, I will refrain from any earth shattering or hilariously funny anecdotes. Anyway, if you've been reading my blog regularly, I'm sure you never expect it to be funny.

So if you came here to get a good laugh, a cerebral stimulating piece, a political rant, or a juicy bit of gossip - you've come to the wrong place, and you should probably click on any of the blogs linked on the right. They'll provide you with everything you're looking for.

This past weekend my husband, with the "assistance" of my boss, injured his elbow to a point of bleeding and serious pain while moving junk out of our house. For two days I've had to listen to my husband whining and moaning about the pain. I felt bad even asking him to unpack boxes on Sunday because he seemed in pain. At the end of the day he asked me for pain medication ("can you get me a pill"), as he was sitting comfortably (or not) in a sofa holding his elbow in pain. Two minutes later when I brought him a pillow, he looked at me in amazement, "what's THAT?" I said, "you wanted a pillow?!!!!" Thinking to myself, "did he injure his elbow or his head? Why can't he remember what he just asked for?!!!" So he starts laughing and says, "NO! I asked for a PILL!" I got annoyed with him and brought him a pill, at which point he said, "I just don't think I can swallow a pillow, that's all."

My husband and I go to the same chiropractor once a month. He's a real hotty, so I refuse to change chiropractors since we moved. I'd rather drive an hour away from my house to be treated by him than start seeing someone else. When we get there we have to fill in this sheet with questions about our chiropractic health (neck, knees, back, legs, etc). As he finished filling his pain levels and main complaints he shows me the paper. I was absolutely shocked at what he filled in. I grabbed it from him and red marked it all over. The asshole actually wrote that his elbow hurts at a pain level of 4 out of 10. "You freaking moron! You whined all weekend, you asked me for pain medication, you didn't lift a finger, because of a pain level FOUR????" Thankfully, when we're seen by the chiropractor they put us in the "suite" - it's a room divided by a curtain to two rooms. So while he was being seen by the doctor, I explained the red marks on the paper and that to me when someone injures themselves to a point of bleeding, whines for two days, and eventually asks for pain medication - that's a pain level 10!

And yes, that drawing above is of blood cells. My dad's art teacher had them look at a microscope and draw their interpretation.