ABC i am really starting to Hate you...

I know, I know... the very few people who read my blog don't watch Lost. Even though I have tried again and again to convince you to. But Sunday was pretty momentous - it was the series finale for Lost. It was great, maybe a little to uplifting but thrilling and satisfying all the same. And then ABC went and ruined it all by shoving in random shots of the original flight 815 wreckage after the LOST screen. Which left millions of us going huh? You mean they died at the beginning and this was all imaginary? Personally I went a different way and assumed, incorrectly that the Ajara flight piloted by Frank Lapdis crashed. But alas no- ABC is beyond silly and did this. And then we all debated for 3 days before they cleared it up. If I was anyone from the production team of Lost I would be mighty might pissed right now. Whatever, this clearly means i am too involved.

and then the pain in my back became a pain in everyone else butt

Sunday I threw my back out. It had never happened before so I might be using the term loosely but one second I was putting the dishes away the next I couldn't move, at all. But really, I had crap to do, so my back was going to have to wait. I do most all of my "chores" on Sunday, including laundry and cleaning, do you know how hard it is to move clothes from washer to a dryer when, well, you can't move??? It blows. Plus I excitedly got to go to another amazing shower for Chelsey and Baby J, but after returning from that shower my life sucked. Majorly. Like crying for minutes every time I attempted to move sucked. Shea had made a quick escape, which actually might have been better, in a no one can see me crying sorta way. but I was all alone, and mostly stuck where ever I was. I tried alternating hot/cold and pain meds, it was just getting worse. my bed if you have seem my new place was tall before raisers, but now sits on raisers so I can store things underneath, and it was nearly impossible to get up to. The floor also did not cut it. Monday was pretty painful all around. And today I have finally stopped crying when moving. I just need to make a shout out to Shea, who has put up with my general testiness and started bending down to get things for me, Leesa who at work took the elevator with me!

Silent Sunday

Sorry so late but my internet is once again refusing to work. Oh and I still hate mediacom.

Why, yes, in fact, I do hate you...

Any one out there follow my twitter updates? (shameless plug- you can see my 3 most current updates on the left of the blog- always, also just click on ljvillage- and you can read all of my gems!) But really, if you do, you may have noticed a trend as of late.... Yeah that would be major, Major, MAJOR Mediacom bashing. How much do I hate Mediacom? Let me count the ways. In fact I did- for the first time ever a did some fact checking for this blog and I have made 11 direct (and 1 indirect) negative references, on twitter, about Mediacom since Sept 17th. It is at times like these where I wish I had million plus followers who would instantly know and hate Mediacom as much as I do. Because then maybe, just maybe Mediacom would care. Because then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have spent cumulative 24 hours either calling or waiting for them to fix my service. But alas it seems that Mediacom could give a crap less that you hate them- I guess everyone hates them- and I am guessing they know it. All I want is my digital cable and DVR to work flawlessly- especially on Thursdays, especially on season premiere Thursdays. All I want is to have the internet work all day, every day, not just for a half an hour at the weirdest times. All I want them to do is not charge me an arm and a leg for super super spotty and frankly crappy service. That is right Mediacom that is what I want. But right now I might settle for the on-demand portion to work.

My bathroom is revolting....

Yep, my bathroom has decided it has had enough with me. Tonight while doing laundry- it must have decided it has had enough. 1st of all my apartment is the classiest place you could ever imagine: Yep it is. You know when you live in a classy place like me you have to "make things work", and by make things work- I mean drain your washer into the shower. Which is usually ok- because I have a system. And today I was just like- you know I have this down, no really I probably could go shopping while this happens. It was like the universe heard me and was like: Oh no you didn't. I freaking flooded most of the bathroom and part of the bedroom. Which is AWESOME. Let me tell you. What is even better is I was in the kitchen while all this happened, and just didn't hear it- that is why it all flooded vs just some of it. Oh yes- AWESOME.