I do not understand something and maybe you can help me:

When I do laundry once every seven days, we usually have three loads of laundry

When I do laundry after eight days: we have four loads of laundry.

when I do laundry after twelve days: we have five loads of laundry.

I do not understand how waiting so long to do more laundry does not result in way more loads of laundry unless I decide to toss in extra stuff that only needs to be washed rarely like blankets.

Thoughts?

I have a new door!  And you know what?

Like hell it was only supposed to take two hours.

According to the notice we got, the team needed two hours to take out the old door and put in the new door and at no time during that process would our apartment be left unattended. You know, in case we were both out of the house like normal adults are on a Thursday morning and afternoon.

Can I just say?  It is a damn good thing that I was home while they installed the door.  Because? Those jerks got the new door up and took off for lunch–leaving it with no door frame, no deadbolt and–wait for it–no doorknob.  That’s right.  Apparently not leaving the apartment unattended meant leaving the apartment unattended and wiiiiide open for whoever passed by.  For an hour.

And then it took them three hours after they got back from lunch to install the door frame, the door knob, the lock and to drill a new peephole which I have absolutely no hope of ever being able to see out of unless I drag a step stool over to the door first.

Honestly, I shouldnt’ complain too much.  I have a new door.  It has weatherstripping on the bottom to keep the heat in.  It’s made out of stronger stuff (I think) than our old door.  And? the lock? Now actually turns.  Even in cold weather.  Without my having to push or pull my entire body weight against the door to get the thing into just the right position so that the lock will turn.  The lock now? Like butter. Love.

But still.  Thank god I was home otherwise any old person could have waltzed right in and taken whatever they wanted and nobody would have been the wiser until Will or I had gotten home.

In other news, I don’t really have a lot of other news.  It’s the best television night of the week.  The cat just walked across my keyboard and accidentally wrote “i 8 u” which is kind of funny because Will and I often debate on just how badly Poppy wishes she could, in fact, eat us.  I’ve spent most of the day in stinky pjs because I wasn’t sure when the door guys would show up and then, well, there were door guys here (or I had no door).  Will brought my chicken fingers from Fred Meyer for lunch and I’m trying to decide if I want to make Chicken Alfredo for dinner or if that would be too much chicken in one day.

About a month and a half ago, we found a notice from our landlord that all of the front doors in our apartment complex were going to be replaced with fancy new titanium doors that would help keep the heat from escaping (the ill fitting old doors weren’t so great about that since most of them had ginormous amounts of space between the bottom of the door and the door frame–our feet would feel breezes, that’s how big the space was).  Will and I are extremely glad for this development since it is supposed to cut down on our heating costs and it doesn’t raise our rent (as far as we know).  So, since we live close to the back of our complex, we’ve spent the last few weeks watching the new door installations get closer and closer to our apartment.

Our new door gets installed tomorrow.  Today, they are working on the doors upstairs.  And? It is loud.  Reeeeeeally reeeeeeeeally loud.  Impossible to work, impossible to nap, impossible to think and impossible to leave since they have the stairwell blocked with their equipment LOUD.

Thankfully, they’re supposed to be done working by four every afternoon so I only have a few more hours of the sawing and scraping and banging and equipment noise and, after that? I’m totally taking a nap.

I am sooooooo tired—the work on the upstairs doors made it impossible to go back to sleep this morning after Will left for school.  If I wasn’t off caffeine I would TOTALLY be making myself some chai right now.  E-gad.

At least I get a new door out of it, right?

Target did not help us save any money today.  At all.  Why must they have such awesome sales (she inquired in with a banshee-like cry)?

We went in because we needed some stuff like soap and shave gel and dress shoes for Will and, okay, Star Trek.  And the best place to get all of that without having to make a bunch of trips or pay too much is Target.  But Target, it was having one of its massive DVD sales.

How massive?

Try Grey’s Anatomy season 4 for $18.99

Try Scrubs season 8 for $14.99

Try Gilmore Girls for $14.99 for each season.

Yowzers.  We were powerless to resist (especially when Grey’s and Gilmore Girls both usually cost up in the 40-60 range for a season)!

We might have gone in for just one DVD but we came out with that one DVD and then Season 4 of Grey’s Anatomy, Seasons 4 and 5 of Gilmore Girls (the two I was missing), Season 8 of Scrubs and the Life on Mars (American version).

I’d say oops but I’ve decided that it wasn’t a mistake, we were victimized by Target’s awesomeness!

And now we really aren’t buying anything for a while because we can’t afford it.  Target has sucked us dry.

I made roughly a kazillion pounds of dinner for myself tonight (Will is in class) and ate two plates full of it and you know what?  I think I might still be hungry.  Except I can’t tell if I’m really hungry or if it was just so darn tasty that I don’t want to stop eating it.  I’ve decided to take a break from stuffing my face to blog and lay down and let the food settle.  I read somewhere, I can’t remember where, that it takes twenty minutes for your stomach to tell your brain that it’s full.  The last thing I want is to be in pain from my yummy broccoli and beef dinner (used a recipe I printed out forever ago, and can’t remember the website or I’d link to it) and fried rice.  I am getting REALLY good at fried rice (I use the recipe in the Taste of Home Cookbook as a base but have added corn and broccoli).  I know I’d like to have some of it on hand every day just in case I was in a fried rice mood.

Today was a good work day.  I got a lot done and was very pleased with myself for getting as much done as I did, especially since I accidentally slept in until almost 11:30. Oops.  Can’t do it tomorrow though!  Will has some big dinner thing for his major at school (though it involves driving to Corvallis, weird) and we need to get him dress shoes and stock up on stuff at Target so I’ll be pulling a split wiiiide apart work day.  A little in the morning and a lot in the evening.  Should be interesting.  I wonder if I can squeeze in a nap.

Hot damn, isn’t my life exciting?

Sometimes a trip to Panda Express and then Best Buy (to buy the Glee CD of course) is just what you need on a Saturday evening.

Today has been pretty run of the mill… slept in, talked to my Mom on the phone, watched some television, did some crochet and then had dinner and went to Best Buy with Will… with a side trip to look at a used car because a certain husband of a certain blogger who owns this here certain blog is jonesing (JONESING) for a new car.  He actually got out and talked to one of the salesmen at the lot and for a few terrified minutes I was afraid that he was actually going to buy the new car. Yikes.

Thankfully we left without doing any significant damage to the amount of debt we owe or our credit scores but for a little bit there, things were dicey!

In a way I’m kind of glad that NaBloPoMo forces me to post something that will move last night’s post down.  I don’t get mad and vent very often, I know and after a day I was looking at that and thinking “whoa nelly, slow the eff down.”

I know that everybody is entitled to their own opinions.  Heck, if you hate the President that’s really none of my business and you are certainly entitled to hate him, that’s what makes this crazy country awesome: we do not have to genuflect to those in power.  We’re allowed to dislike and speak out against those that we think are wrong.  Heck, I certainly did a few times during the last administration.

My general beef is when a dissenting opinion is based on nothing but lies and hate mongering and the manipulation of the facts to give yourself an excuse to continue the hating.

I get irritated when rumors, terrible rumors, get spread because people are too lazy to check facts or deem any actual facts presented to them as a liberal agenda–even when it comes from a conservative source.

Plus, I really really like our President and got a little defensive because somebody was saying hateful things about him.  And about a perfectly legitimate and worthy faith.

But yeah.  So yay for NaBloPoMo and moving down the irateness.

I got sleep.  And it was glorious.  And I let myself sleep in until 11:30 this morning.  And I’m really hoping that doing so doesn’t keep me from sleeping tonight because that would be really really frustrating.  I was so tired that I slept all the way through the night, something I almost never ever do, so I have no idea if the neighbors turned into water wasters again.

I really am about through with apartment living though.  Dudes, I have had people on the other sides of my walls since kindergarten.  I do not know what it is like to not share walls, or have my floor be somone else’s ceiling (or have my ceiling be their floor).  And while I love my neighborhood, I’m so over it.  I’d like to get the mail without having to put on a happy and pleasant face in case I run into a neighbor (or five).  I’d really like to have a washer and dryer in my dwelling.  Will wants a big yard a a huge garage but those things don’t matter as much to me (mostly because, no matter what Will says, I know that I will be the one to do all of the yard work).  Mostly I just don’t want to have to smell what somebody else cooked for dinner.  I don’t want to know how often my neighbors use the bathroom.

I never used to mind the whole apartment thing.  I like that its cheaper and that when something breaks it gets fixed without that money having to come out of my pocket.  I kind of liked the community feel to apartment living for a long time but now I’m just… maybe I’m too old.  Or too picky.  Or too tired.  Or just have some crappy neighbors. I don’t know.

In completely unrelated news:

So has anybody else been walking around singing “Defying Gravity” today?  I know I have.  Glee really is the little show that could.  I am so glad that it has survived as long as it has, even though I have a really hard time believing that the guy who plays Will was the non-Making-the-Band-reject in LMNT.  I just cannot reconcile the two performers into the same person even if it has been almost eight years since those boy band days (do not judge me for my O-Town or LMNT knowledge.  We all have our musical skeletons).

Incidentally, if you want to buy me a present, I wouldn’t mind Glee Volume 1!

I fell off my caffeine free wagon.

Shocking, right?  Okay.  Probably not so much.  But hear me out.

Remember how I told you that on Sunday we went to bed at close to 1 in the morning and woke back up at 5?  And even though I took a nap to keep from turning into a beast, I was still dragging.  I was ready for bed by, like, 8. No kidding.  So tired. But I stayed up because Will doesn’t get home until almost nine on Mondays (and Wednesdays).  And because Will had promised that we would go to bed by 11 that night to catch up on sleep.  (Yes I’m perfectly capable of going to bed on my own, but I like going to bed together a lot more).

So 11 rolls around and it turns out that that is the time that we are going to crawl into bed and then stay up until one in the morning watching our DVR’d episodes of House and How I Met Your Mother.  He wanted to watch Castle too but I put my foot down because it was one in the morning! Again!

And then this morning his friend, who lives in the DST-free zone of Arizona called to chat AT 7:30 IN THE MORNING because he forgot about the time change.

Yikes.  So I took a nap this morning too and accidentally slept in until 11:30.  Oops.  And then I was dragging.  Nooooo energy for Erin.  So when Will and I went to Wendy’s for lunch I ordered real coke.  Caffeinated soda.  Yummmm.  And, okay, it really hurt my stomach but I have energy! Lots! And it carried me through the afternoon!

And I’m such a caffeine wuss that I got this energy surge from not even half of a medium sized soda from a fast food joint.  Maybe six ounces consumed before I was all “wooooohooooooo!”

Once I finish this soda (I still have about half of it left) I’m totally going back off the caffeine stuff but right now I’m not at all sad that I resorted to these measures to keep myself awake for the afternoon.  I’ve got stuff to do!

I’ve talked before about how on Mondays and Wednesdays I get up at 6 with Will to “help” him get ready for school (yes, he is a grown man, but I make chai while he brushes his teeth! I’m helpful!) and then usually go back to sleep for a few hours after he leaves for school.  I’m usually back in z-land by 7:30ish.  Today we got up at 5 (e-gad) after having gone to bed at around 1 (e-gadder!) because he wanted to go in to school early to get help with something that involved complicated math.  Or engineering stuff.  I don’t know–I don’t really understand his homework.

You’d think that this would help me get an earlier start to the day.  He left at about 6 and I settled in on the couch with Bones on in the background (rememeber, I fall asleep watching TV in the mornings) and damn it if I couldn’t fall back to sleep until after 7.  Apparently my creature of habitness runs deep.

There isn’t a whole lot else to report today.  I wrote 3700 words for one of my clients.  I did four loads of laundry.  I made scrambled eggs for my breakfast and discovered for the second time in two weeks that I have not yet figured out how to like scrambled eggs or keep them from making my stomach churn (but they always sound so good in my brain!).  Now I’m settling in to get some extra work done before Will gets home for the evening.

I think that the leftover goulash I’m going to warm up for dinner will be the highlight of my day.  Not that today was crappy.  Absolutely that the goulash was THAT GOOD.

And there’s good TV tonight! Yay!

This has been a parenthesis filled post!