I did finish my pitiful self-review.

God, I suck at that stuff.

So did you decide to be Cordelian or Regan&Gonerilian in your suckage?

two phone calls, over an hour to get Time Warner arranged for cable & internet. oy. thank you rollover minutes. they will be coming sometime next Saturday to install. oy. in the meantime i connected rabbit ears to my eyeTV. Getting some HD feeds. DAMN! talk about sharp! Looks good on the iMac. Tomorrow is couch and TV shopping. Wheee. Spending lots of money. I am so not used to spending money like this. very strange.

Go. Spend. Enjoy.

you are no help! You are like a pusher talking to a new junkie.

Well, omnis, you are going to spend it, so you might as well enjoy your contributions to the economy.

I suppose. Not to mention, getting grown up stuff. Like real furniture (not futon furniture) and a BIG tv!

ION. Happiness = finding (and using) nail clippers. Sooo glad I had the forthought to pack them in the car pile, and not in the truck pile.

vw,did you watch greatest american dog?

No. I don’t watch reality tv. It’s against my personal religion.

Crap. I gotta work.

On a Saturday?! That’s just wrong Scola.

I've always thought dogs work really really hard to earn human status. Witness a dog in a car with two people. If the passenger gets out, the dog will climb into the beta spot, if allowed. If both passenger and driver get out, the dog moves into alpha position. Always looking to move up in status.

This is SO true. I had never really thought about it that way, but it’s SO true.

I suppose. Not to mention, getting grown up stuff. Like real furniture (not futon furniture) and a BIG tv!

YAY! I loved that feeling. Of course, now I’m back in futon land, but…

Yay for grownup furniture, omnis! For us I remember it was buying stuff that we chose, that wasn't a hand down from either family. I remember how utterly mystified they were when we'd say "no," and then go to an antiques mall or show and buy something even older than what they were offering (even though both my mom and the Hub's parents have plenty of antiques themselves).

"But why are you spending money on furniture when we offered it to you for free?"

"Because it's what we chose."

Weird how parents just don't get that. Same way my mother didn't get how I was mightily irked when she used MY money to buy my first car without my input. I wanted a '67 Mustang. I got a metallic brown 1981 Datsun 510 station wagon with faux woodie panels and Naugahyde seats. And she was pissed when I wouldn't speak to her for a month. I'd been saving money since I was five for my first car. *shakes head*

My first car was a Simca 1100, which my dad bought for me. It had a bad starter, so we had to push start it. I was just starting to love it when my dad sold it out from under me. He said he decided that he didn't want me learning on a foreign car that had hard-to-get parts.

I was very sad and annoyed, which is redundant at 16, but there you have it.

My second car was the family station wagon, a 1967 Mercury Commuter painted 1972 Pinto Blue. Dad outfitted it with a over bored 390ci engine he salvaged out of his boss's stock card at the Ford dealership. I was always amused to be able to spin out the posi traction rear end in a station wagon.

My first car (in 1989) was a 1976 WV Dasher (aka Passat). I learned how to replace coolant hoses and flat tires on that thing. Bought it for $800, insured it for less than $100/year, and it lasted for three years. It was a very solid little car, and I was sad when the transmission finally gave out.