re: baby names... Noah is 6!! Hmmm... who knew I was Ms. Trendy Mctrendersen. And Grace is 23...

I'm loving Project Runway. The Hershey one.

Since we've been talking taxes, and it's that time of year:

Here's one reason to use an online service to store financial data: no buggy updates to deal with.* Intuit's December update for 2006 and 2007 versions of QuickBooks Pro on the Mac platform wiped the user's Desktop folder and anything stored there. The company released a patch, but it didn't work if you launched QuickBooks while connected to a wireless hotspot, oops. The latest patch, so far as we can tell, simply disables any further updates to the application—on January 3rd the company "began automatically feeding a patch to Mac QuickBooks users that permanently switches off the program's upgrade mechanism to prevent a repetition of a data disaster." In the meantime, since they can't offer a way to fix the deleted Desktop folders, they're offering rebates to users who buy a copy of the data recovery program Data Rescue II.

Eep.

Project Runway is one of my guilty pleasures. I stayed up last night to watch the latest episode.

The Hershey episode was great, I totally agree.

Well, they finally showed up with the damn tv, at 8:30. The guy wouldn't take away the old one ("Too heavy" and he didn't have a dolly/cart), and only after I harangued him some, he helped me put the thing together, because I had misunderstood Amazon's definition of "white glove delivery" to mean that they'd hook up everything for me, when it actually meant that they'd unpack it and take away the box if I wanted them to (which it turns out I didn't, at least not yet, because if the box is gone and there's a problem with the TV, I can't return it).

Both nephews made the top 100. But they are D and T. I may have had opinions on the names before, but those boys are now perfectly named.

Noah & Grace are just so classic. And, well, they are Noah & Grace. It's funny, once they are, they can't be anything but. (and I miss 'em.)

Batteries. Must pack batteries for the camera. I'm not a picture-taker, and wouldn't dream of intruding, but I will take a family picture, once the newest arrives, for 'em. God, I can't believe I've been offered this.

Batteries. Must pack batteries for the camera. I'm not a picture-taker, and wouldn't dream of intruding, but I will take a family picture, once the newest arrives, for 'em. God, I can't believe I've been offered this.

I just want to squeeze you and take you home and name you George sarameg. This is such a super thing you're doing.

When Iris was born, we realized too late that all we had with us was my phone - which was in my purse, luckily. But no real photo-taking potential, until I (in a really drugged out state) called our neighbor and managed to explain what we needed, in 2,000 words or less. DH had already used up all his words for the week, and the silly hospital people loaded me up with Dilaudid and strapped a phone to my bed. Whee. Man was I stressed out that I didn't have a camera.

I don't feel like it is a super thing I'm doing, I feel like they're doing a super thing for me! I mean, my primary job is Miss P, and I'm not going to let anything get in the way of that. But to even be a small part, and to be trusted to be their daughter's person (ok, so I've babysat her and her brother a lot. And was her first sitter. Which was huge to them. As is this)? It's just bigger than me.

I'll probably shut up about this in, oh... a while.

Why? We don't want you to.

And while I'm asking questions, what should I have for dinner?

I'll probably shut up about this in, oh... a while.

I'm thinking you might change your mind after the fact, because totally awesome experience. So share!

Lee, I made pizza for dinner. Kinda from scratch, was the YUM. But pizza of any variety always a good plan.

Oh, and that tv that was supposed to be delivered between 2:00 and 6:00 this afternoon, and that I took a 1/2 day off of work to await? Nope, still not here. They called to tell me they'd be here sometime between 7:30 and 8:00, and they've got four minutes to make it under the wire.

sounds like my night. I have a Peapod delivery scheduled for 7-9. they call and say that they'll be late --9:45-10:15. I ask if they're going to comp my delivery. They guy just keeps repeating the phone number. I say "can you answer my question?" instead of saying "i'm the disptacher, I don't have the power to do that, you'll need to call customer service" he says "I'm just doing my job" and hangs up the phone . I call customer service, bitch, and get the delivery comped.

I take the opportunity to go to my local coffee place because they're showing Star Wars*. I leave at 9:40 (you're all clear, kid!), hustle home, to a message on my machine**. They showed up at 8:56, says the caller ID. the guy says "the driver is outside of the building, and what poor customer service?"

I call again, they give me another credit. I now have to have the delivery on Saturday morning.

• the coffee place has started showing movies on Thursdays. The inaugural movie was Star Wars because

• *I knocked over the umbrella on my way in and trapped it under the door and scratched the )*(*$^&$# floor.