Things from the braaiiin

Need more weird stuff

I seem to be having a dry spell in terms of weird, random things to blog about here.

Got any? Send 'em to me!!

If you don't, I'll just have to blog about the Red Sox. Seriously. Besides being a mommy, I've been watching the Sox games (and suffering the last week). We can discuss the end of Tek's dry spell (and bid for the all-star game). How about that shiner Youk got on that soft toss from Lowell? Manny pushing the travel secretary when he didn't give him enough comp tickets? Seriously... I got 'em so send me some weird, random stuff to comment on! :)

I'll leave you with this.... a picture from last night when Mudge and I were out hunting for the perfect rocking recliner.. I might be a fan, but I'm not THAT nutty (if it went with our sofa, though...)

WTF NC DMV?

Hah! This is good.

North Carolina's DMV issued more than 10K license plates with the first three letters "WTF." Then... "Officials learned last year the common acronym stands for a vulgar phrase in e-mail and cell phone text messages." [read article]

They are offering to replace the plates for free.

Hah! We were hoping that Mudge's parents (who just moved to NC) may have gotten a set of these tags, but we're pretty sure they haven't registered their cars yet.

Also good is the special link to "20 Internet Acronyms Parents Should Know." I'll admit that I didn't know many of them because, well, they are about parents snooping on their kids' chats. I don't currently have that problem. But.. I WILL be that problem for Bean. ;)

Now that doesn't happen every day... thankfully

Last night I was attempting to shut one of the ancient windows in our apartment. You know, the kind where the heavy glass panes are moved up and down with a counter weight in the window frame. This particular window was stuck open. Try as I might, I couldn't get the stupid thing to close. So, I stood on the sofa in front of the window, braced my fingers along the top edge and pushed down as hard as I could.

If you know me, you might be able to guess what happened next. The window gave way with a sudden rush and the middle finger on each of my hands were quickly wedged between the top and bottom panes. HOLY SHIT!! OW!! HOLY SHIT! I'm STUCK!

I couldn't pull either hand free to relieve the pressure or release myself from the awkward, unpleasant prison. I yelled a panicked cry to Mudge who came running to help. "ARRRGHH!! PUSH THE WINDOW UP!! PUSH THE WINDOW UP!! MY FINGERS ARE STUCK!!!" I yelled as he tried to quickly free me.

I was able to pull my left hand free, but my right was helplessly trapped. Mudge was able - with some effort - to push the window up enough to free me. Now I have a lovely blood blister growing under the nail of my right middle finger. The left one is sort but seems to have escaped visible injury.

Sigh. I'll blame it on a new parent's lack of sleep... but honestly I'd probably have done that no matter what.