Meghan and I have been dealing with an ailing freezer in recent weeks. First there was the great defrost where puddles of water leaked from the freezer into the fridge. This happened a few times. Then there was the general lack of freezing of our meats and other frozen entrees. And then, late last week, the complete death of the freezer when it became unable to freeze one single ice cube. Yep, our freezer became just another extension of our fridge. So sad and annoying to those of us who don’t like to drink room temperature beverages (me).
But, never fear! Fridge redemption is here! Don’t be fooled by the picture. Meghan and I will not miss the old fridge. It did not rock our worlds. I even think there’s a good chance that the fridge was older than both of us. That’s what renting in NYC will get you. But our new fridge is just a little tiny baby. And he’s lovely. He’s shiny and new and froze ice on his very first try!
The not so fun part of the upgrade was having to take everything out of the old and scatter it all over the counter tops in preparation for the new. It was like a graveyard of crap in our kitchen. Because not only did we have food to move, but he microwave lives on top of the fridge and then the liquor and snacks live on top of that. It was a lot of stuff. Please enjoy the photos of all of our crap!
The very best thing about the new guy is that he’s bigger. Because he’s from this century all the space on the inside is for food storage, not space for the 1980’s archaic cooling equipment. When we put all the food back in, it only filled 1/2 of the space. And the freezer is so big I think a tiny person could fit in it. You know, children that need a place to hide or midgets that need to cool off. All we need now is for the stove with its three working burners to give up the ghost and we can get a new one and then be good to go. Welcome new appliance, we love you so.
As you all know, the Dyson arrived in the house many a week ago but our friend Meghan hadn’t tried him out until last friday. Aparently she was not aware of the awesomeness of the Dyson and had not been wooed by the commercials with the talks of no loss of suction that pulled in the rest of us (Brianne, Maren, Lisa). Alas, she had been ignoring this glorious piece of machinery in her own home. Until Friday.
At first she just took it out for a little spin to clean the rug. Then as she saw the glory of its performance, she went Dyson crazy and hooked up all the attachments and vacuumed the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, stairs, book nook, her room and my room. There are attachments aplenty with this bad boy and she used them all. I think it’s safe to say no one has ever enjoyed cleaning as much as she did that day. One thing I particularly appreciated was that her house work frenzy occurred while she was dressed in nice all black clothing and wearing jewelry. I liked that she fancied up for her first encounter with the greatest vacuum ever. I also really liked that she vacuumed the far reaches of our rooms (under the radiators) that have never been cleaned. Monica Geller would appreciate that when Meghan was done cleaning with the vacuum, she vacuumed the vacuum. Well done, cleaning lady, well done. Future visitors, you are more than welcome to spend some quality time with the Dyson when you come!
Ever since March Madness ended, I have been seeing Roy Williams (ex-Kansas and current North Carolina basketball coach) everywhere. At least once during a round trip to and from the Ezras I see him. It’s always a different older gentelman, but I always have to do a double take to determine that it is not actually him. What’s happening to me? I am obvioiusly secretly obsessed with Roy Williams. Now, I love love love Roy but I didn’t know it was this bad. I’m starting to get a little worried. It’s not like I spend a lot of time thinking about ole Roy. I don’t typically think about him when it’s not basketball season, so what’s going on? I’m just not sure. Either I need to take some kind of a class on getting Roy Williams off the brain (they have those classes at the Learning Annex, right?) or perhaps (and I like this theory because it makes me less crazy and more of a super hero) there are Roy doppelgangers on the loose in NYC and they are meeting to plot to take Roy out and take his place at UNC and then take over the world and since I’m the only one who has seen them, it is up to me to stop them, thereby saving the universe and all of you from death and destruction. (um, was this the theory that made me sound less crazy? ah well, what can you do? why try to hide the crazy that we all know is there? at least it keeps things interesting!) I’ll keep you posted on my mission to save the world. You are all welcome. So are you, Roy my love.
my iphone. Each day I spend with her is beautiful. I discover more and more about her and love her more and more. She does so many spectacular things, I’m just amazed. When I was walking to Ezras the other day, I was listening to music on the iphone when suddenly, the song I was listening to faded out and I suddenly heard my ringtone in my ears. So, I pick up my little friend and she tells me that Maren is calling. So, I accept the call and there Maren is, talking in stereo through my earbuds and she can hear me perfectly through this little plastic thing that is on the wires of the earbuds that I had no idea what it did. Yes, it’s a microphone, so she can hear me. So, there I am, chatting with my sister, walking to work and my hands are free to do whatever they’d like to do (you know, swing at my sides). Then, when we were finished talking and she hung up, in fades the song I was listening to at exactly the part where I had stopped before. what?! It’s amazing. And the little phone did all this on her own. She’s just the best thing ever. I can’t wait to figure out all the other cool things she does. Maybe I was wrong in my original post about her. Maybe she does staple!
okay, so I read a lot. And love it. And my grandma always asks me what I’ve been reading, so I’ve decided to post a little bit about whatever book I have just finished. That way if there’s a good one, everybody can know.
So, in April, I read:
Sense and Senisbility
The Alchemist (good one for you, grandma)
The history of love (good one for girls, especially maren and amber)
Eleanor Rigby (a $4.98 impulse buy at the Barnes and Noble register that wasn’t too bad)
Sarah, plain and tall (it was an impulse read at meghans parents house. no such thing as too many times)
Pride and Prejudice (meghan is so glad that the Jane Austen is over)
P.s Does everyone remember Reading Rainbow and how great it was? I miss it…
I get to see Erica all the time since we both work at Ezras. However, we only see eachother for a few minutes and we have to talk about Ezra and his care and we don’t get to relay a lot of life information. Poor Meghan never gets to see Erica anymore since she left the hospital. So, we finally got together for dinner and drinking last night and it was so nice. You forget how important it is to just sit and talk with your girlfriends when you haven’t done it in such a long time. We had good girly talks and good girly times. I spilled my vodka tonic and Meghan said “fuck” a lot of times. (sorry meghan) Good times were had by all!
I mean, seriously, what’s with the every other day stamp increases? Didn’t we just jump up to 41 cents? Did they not foresee that they would be doing this shortly thereafter? Couldn’t they have just made the jump to 42 cents and then left us the hell alone for a while? Stupid Bastards!
It is for this reason that I have been going a little overboard (if you can imagine that I would do that) when it comes to buying the “forever stamps”. You know, those ugly ones with the liberty bell that you can use forever no matter what the price when you bought them or when you use them. That’s right, it’s 2008 and I’ve been stocking up on the forever stamps since late 2007 all with the plan to make the post office rue the day! The best part of my plan is how long term it is. I’m not going to use the 41 cent forever stamps now that the stamps cost one teeny tiny cent more. NO! My revenge will not be taken out one penny at a time. I’m going to wait….and wait…..and wait….Years will pass. Stamp prices will continue to increase. Half a dollar. A dollar. A dollar fifty…and ever up and up. And then, and only then, when the prices are well over a dollar will Brianne’s Postal Service Revenge Plan go into action. I will then start using my 41 cent stamps with all my mail (and I send a lot of mail)! Ha!
Perhaps some of you are thinking that the post office will never know that I am screwing them over because the forever stamps don’t have the amount paid for them written on them. This is true. This is where phase two comes in. I am going to write on the envelope that I only paid 41 cents for them. Read it and weep postal workers of ten years from now! Read it and weep!
Wondering how many 41 cent forever stamps I have? I’m proud to say that I have 200 in water proof envelopes clearly labeled with the year in which they were purchased and for what price! This is quite a task as they don’t sell rolls of 100 forever stamps because they don’t want anyone to be brilliant like me and take advantage of their idiocy! Well, you’ve under estimated the wrong angry postal customer!
Some people, say my mom, might think this is silly and a sad commentary on the way I think. But I’m hoping someone out there will recognize the planning, organization, commitment to excellence and general awesomeness that goes into a plan that I know will not come to fruition for at least a decade. You know, they do say that revenge is a dish best served cold. And won’t the post office be shocked at this frozen bit of revenge when it bites them in the ass in 2018?
I was originally going to post this the day the stamp price changed, but Meghan suggested I do it now to give you all the opportunity to buy 41 cent forever stamps and to jump on board with my plan to stick it to the post office. Just think about it….Brings tears to the eyes, doesn’t it?
Meghan and I have been dealing with an ailing freezer in recent weeks. First there was the great defrost where puddles of water leaked from the freezer into the fridge. This happened a few times. Then there was the general lack of freezing of our meats and other frozen entrees. And then, late last week, the complete death of the freezer when it became unable to freeze one single ice cube. Yep, our freezer became just another extension of our fridge. So sad and annoying to those of us who don’t like to drink room temperature beverages (me).
