Taking the plunge

I've said before how we really, really don't watch much tv.  Really not at all.  Mr Incredible and I love The Mentalist, Castle and The Amazing Race, and he loves hockey and football, but other than that very rare.

So what is it with feeling like canceling our cable is going to be a sentence?  Isn't it kind of crazy that having cable is just what you do?  It's NUTS.  It's give or take $60.  Sixty dollars a month.  That is ballpark $700 dollars a year.  (!!!!)  Basically we pay about $3 an episode for our favorites.  But even not really because off season, reruns, etc.  AND you can nearly find any show on hulu if you wait 24 hours (except the Mentalist)

So why am I getting cold feet?

When I called to cancel the lady said that for $11 a month we can just get the basic channels.  That seems to cure my hesitance, but do I really want to pay $11 more (than I have to) a month?  I know, it's the all or nothing in me.  It's seems obvious to do that, right?  (When I can't get ahold of Mr Incredible for more than 5 minutes, I reach out to you, blog readers.  Delight in that.)

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There their or they're.

There are some words that actually make me crazy.  Some crazy to say, some to hear, and most when people say them wrong.  For instance.  I am to the point where I can barely stand to use a stapler anymore and will succumb to only paperclips.  For the rest of the day after the use of a stapler I have to use much restraint to not smash my face into a window just thinking of the word.  Stap-ler.  That is how it's spelled and that's how my brain feels it should be said.  Instead of staple-r.  A stap LER?  That makes me so mad I lose my peripheral vision.

There is this other word that I've been trying to remember all morning and day and night that I cannot stand hearing or saying.  It's actually literally making me crazy.  It's a common word and either starts with a 'd' or and 'f' and has one 'r' but everyone automatically adds an extra one where it doesn't belong including me and I loathe it.  It's something like 'friendly' or 'framework' and there is really very little choice but to use the word because it is so common.  But I can't think of it.  I've been picking my brain all day to remember it and my brain is raw.

This post is getting painfully boring.

Do me a favor:

• library, not lie-berry
• across, not acrossed
• especially, not expecially

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Let's be honest.  How painful is spelling sandwich.  Sandwitch?  Sandwhich?  That one gets me every time.

New Leaf

First things first.  Hello 3 column minima template sans ShabbyBlog background.  Welcome.  I'll be honest.  I never really ever actually notice anyone else's template/background/layout unless it's really rockin'.  AAalmost never.  So I really don't expect that you've ever noticed mine.  BUT isn't it beautiful?  My technologically, beautiful, smart smart savvy smart cousin figured out my html hell I was in.  I am SO excited.  When I asked Mr Incredible to look at my "new blog" he said, "was. it. the. chad?"?   Um no.  New layout.  Not blog post title.  But you might have never seen the old one.  And that's cool (kinda).

So speaking of Mr Incredible and all his incredible-ness, he is starting an accelerated (I told you he's above average) school program.  Basically it's four years of school all crammed into one.  And he'll be working all the while.  Ahmazing.  (orange you glad I didn't say incredible?)  Fifty. four. credit. hours.  In the next 365 days.  

And of course, since this is my blog and solely about me-ow I'll tell you how this directly effects me. 

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K, I'm not really sure.  But I'll be damned if I don't have three meals a day served every single day of the next 365.  For some reason the only way I can think to contribute is with food.  And cleaned and ironed clothes.  (have I ever told you how much I luuurve to iron???)  Any other suggestions?  Should I be doing more?  Less (never)?

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Me.  Pearls, yes.  Black turtleneck under blue polka dots, no.  Grey hair, kill me.  Pink napkin, Incredible wouldn't be caught dead.  Second degree burns due to chicken casserole steam, hope not.

Was it the chad?

I've lost a total of three (or was it four?) followers in the past 2 weeks.  I realize that people who "follow" don't necessarily read.  I also understand that people want to weed out the blogs that they don't actually read.  It doesn't make the sting go away though.

I've been thinking a lot about unfollowing blogs that I don't read.  I would rather not have a blog roll and instead have my own reliable list of blogs I enjoy.  After losing "so many" (<- relative) followers though, I'm not sure I want to put anyone else through the disappointment.  Frankly, it sucks.

So, was it the chad?

I won't talk about stupid blogger anymore. at least not right now.

For my birthday/ mother's day, Mr Incredible decided on getting me a sick camera for me.  He's letting me choose which one, which is a badgood idea.  I have complete cold feet from it because they are so expensive and I'm overwhelmed.  Because I know me, it'll probably be another year.  or three.

I was on the phone this morning talking to my friend about it when the doorbell rang.  It was literally like a bad tv show how perfectly it worked out.  In the mail was this:

I thought that the box was from a giveaway I'd one with some ghetto Sherrie's Berries packaging (not that the giveaway I won was ghetto, or that Sherries Berries is ghetto, just all of it summed up together), but alas! it was not.  There were true sherrie's chocolate covered berries in the box!  

At this point I thought it was surely from his grandmother or mom, because they're cool like that and are always on top of holidays.  Wrong again!

cory= Mr Incredible, just incase that threw you off.  

If you're thinking that's nice and cute and wonderful but my husband/significant other does this on a weekly basis, think again.  I want to say something like this has NEVER happened, but I'll be safer with very rarely.  He's just not into the mushy gushy stuff and that's cool.  Most of the time.  This made me so happy I was literally almost speechless.  I felt like I should cry, but I didn't, mostly because I don't cry happysad tears.

I know you're wondering, what can you take from this post?

1. I have very little happysad emotion in me
2. Saving $40 on shipping charges to have it come three days early will win my heart over doubly.  I love saving money, Mr Incredible not so much.  So that right there spelled l-o-v-e
3. Those last five pounds can wait
4. You have it right there in writing: I am the Best Mother Ever

One last thing: Let's just clear the air.  It's not that Mr Incredible isn't lovey dovey, it's that he is painfully practical.  Less Shakespeare, more Bob the Builder.  Not in terms of learning levels, though.

Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody

I need a computer dweeb, quick.  Dweeb is not offensive, it's endearing.  Now someone go get me a computer dweeb.

If you've been obsessively checking my blog in the past 24 hours like I obsessively check some of yours, you know that the blog templates have been beaten and thrown to the ground.  Then rebeaten then trampled on.  And guess what?  Naught without labor.  Or naught with labor.  Because it's NOT doing what I tell it to and shabbyblog I swear to the stars if you don't let me take your backgrounds off my blog I will singlehandedly html you until you cry.

So.  Can someone help me?  I'm a technological idiot.  Or can you direct me to where to go!?  I'm pulling out my hair when I should be writing sweet posts about doll heads and iced coffee.
kthanks.

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p90x Results

are not here.

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