I just discovered

... that the chairs here at the library can raise and lower. It was completely out of necessity that I discovered as much. The chair was at it's full height and the keyboard felt as awkward as a knife feels when wearing 4 inch heels in the kitchen. Surely you know what I mean...

So, I've been searching high and low for a way to report a user on craigslist, and the closest thing I can come up with is flagging a post. Darn.

I got scammed.

I picked up a Pack n Play on Saturday. The ad said it was in "perfect condition," but it looked dingy in the pics, so I called and asked if it was at all discolored. Her answer was "No, it's practically brand new, in perfect condition. That's just the camera."  She wanted half the price that they are new, so I decided to go for it. It was, after all, the darling safari print that I had chosen out of all the basic pack n play prints.

I got there and the house was thick with smoke, but once again, as I walked in, she restated that she'd only had it a week or two, and that it was basically brand new. They had packed it up, but I unzipped it to get a general idea. What I could see looked perfect, so I paid her and her very creepy, hugely obese, fu manchu and tattoo adorned boyfriend and got the heck out of dodge. Walked around to the driveway and discovered that my keys were locked in the car.

That's the second time I've done that since I got pregnant. Creepy.

So, rather than go back inside, I sat on the asphalt by my car and googled (thank God I had the smart phone in my pocket) pop a lock 'cause roadside assistance said we'd used our 4 helps and it would cost $60 for them to hire someone, haggled with pop a lock and was told that there'd be a one hour wait due to the fact that it was Saturday and everyone was busy.

So I sat there. For an hour. Three creepy tom cats would NOT leave me alone. One of them kept licking my arm. Another kept nibbling my flip flop. I kept hitting both them with my shoes, but to no avail. 15 minutes of slapping them resulted in them flopping in the grass 5 feet from me, watching me. I called Ashley. We talked about Dr's visits and creepy people in her office at work. I called pop a lock. It had been over an hour. They were five minutes away.

When the pop a lock person got there I was surprised to see a round, middle aged woman with a pooh bear tee shirt get out of the car with her bichon frise in a doggy purse. As soon as she saw that I was pregnant she was apologizing all over herself for taking so long. It took a few minutes to convince her that I didn't expect special treatment just 'cause I was carrying a baby. Even at that she seemed to feel very badly. 

I headed home, tired, hungry, overheated, and ready to kill something. Got home and took the play pen to the back porch to set it up and air the smoke smell out of it. As soon as I opened it I knew I'd been had. It reeked of baby barf, cat pee and smoke. I spent an hour with hot soapy water, then bleach water, then disinfectant spray, scrubbing and cleaning. It looks alright, though one of the bars is pretty stained up, but I haven't yet been able to bring it in the house, even with daily lysol and oustings. Quinn picked up a odor killer that he's used in cars before, and we're gonna try that. If I can get it to smell decent then I'll try to get my $60 back out of it, but if I can't then I'll try to sell it for $40.

Needless to say, it was an icky day.

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HHI should have a different selection process for the water aerobics instructors. There are prenatal classes, fibromyalgia classes, heart patient classes, etc...

Gail is wonderful. She's 70 this year, skinny as can be and absolutely darling. We all love her.

Traci is also wonderful. She's probably mid 40's, and still trying to work off baby fat from her 6 year old, so always gets in the water with us to work out for the hour.

Beth... I can see Beth being hated.

Gail and Traci both are out and about 15 minutes before class starts, greeting people, catching up on news, getting the girls all warmed up...

Beth, last night, came out right as the class began, as she jacked the 80's music up loud and danced to the edge of the pool with her perfectly tanned body squeezed into a white Dillards one piece. One of the girls made a comment about her "cute swimsuit" and her high pitched, giddy response as she flipped her platinum highlights over her shoulder was that she "hates to splurge on stuff like that but she was browsing Dillards the other day and thought it was just altogether too cute to pass up!"

ugh.

We all were missing our abs.

And our tans.

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It smells terrible in here. I'm at the B-wood branch and I usually go to the Center. I thought the Center smelled bad, but wow. It smells like a combination of sewage, onions, bad socks, sweat and garlic in here. So gross. I've got semi-permanent goose bumps from the shivers it's been inciting.

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Rachael Ray had a guest on her show today who was showing how to declutter spaces and use "green" items to decorate. One of his items was a gorgeous terrarium in a glass bowl. I've been googling them, trying to find one like it, but no such luck. His was carpeted with live moss and had some mini ferns in it. Can't find one that looks like it, but here's a cool idea:

It's all live moss...beautiful, isn't it?

 A couple weeks ago Quinn found these coffee tables, which I think are totally awesome. Is that really strange? I dunno... I think moss is gorgeous though, and I love having plants around the house. I'm terrible at keeping them alive though... *sigh*

Anywho, that's my blurb for the day. I'm off to a Homeschool convention to accompany my orchestra classes this evening. Looking forward to seeing Mom and the kids there, but I always dislike this performance. I dislike any performance where I get stuck playing an electric keyboard, but that's just 'cause I'm "an elitist snob." (or so I've been told.)

For now...

Goodbye. :)