Death By Dur-hey

Look, it's me. Or rather it's me as a Simpsons type character. I know it doesn't quite look like me, but I had to design it using the available features from the characters that exist. There is an option to download a picture of yourself to have it done more accurately, but unlike Paris Hilton, I don't have tons of photos readily available of myself on my computer.


So I'm back from Arkansas visiting a friend with another friend and her family. 9 hours by car. Let me add to that. 9 hours by car with two young girls. In all honesty, the girls did really pretty well. Thanks dvd player and latch hook pillow! I realized that where we went was a lot like where I live, only with accents. The city festival we went to could have easily been plopped down in my home town.


Had a couple of firsts during the trip. Rode in a Mercedes for the first time. I am even more convinced I am not a car person. All I was thinking about during the ride was how I was lower to the ground than usual and it reminded me of Sherri Swanson's Camero back in high school.


I also attempted to scale one of those rock climbing walls. I went up mostly because I figured no one knew me in this town so if I did horribly no one could rat me out. I checked out the safety system first before making my attempt. I had asked the lady who was running it with her husband (?) if I could have the side that didn't face people. She told me that was the toughest side so instead I ended up providing the viewing public with a fine view of my flat ass. Though, even in a harness I doubt my ass was any more disturbing to see than the t-shirt I saw one bigger gal wearing. It read "objects under this shirt are larger than they appear." Insert your own joke/horror stricken sound effect here.


Thanks to watching various survival type programming on t.v. (thanks Man Vs. Wild!), I knew I needed to sort of plan my moves as I went up. I was doing pretty good and got up to within a couple or three feet of the top when I realized I'd made a mistake. I could only reach out with my left hand. The only "rock" I could grab was maybe 1 to 1 1/2 inches across and stuck out about the same. My left foot was stretched out enough I wasn't going to get any good pushing force out of it. And, I was holding myself up with my right hand so I couldn't use it to reach for another "rock." Since it was my only option, I reached for the little nub, took hold of it and tried to quickly get my right hand free. I reached up with my right hand, lost hold with my left, felt my feet start to slip and then....wheeeeee...down I float. Truth be told, the ride down was the best part. I was so close to hitting that flippin' buzzer too. Oh well. At least I can say I did it once.

So, on to the point behind the title of today's blog.


You know how you're told not to chip away at ice, etc. that forms in your fridge. You should take out the food and defrost the damn thing.


Not so much with me. No, I decide I can do it carefully.


One cooling gas leak later...


I killed my fridge. At 10pm. After a day of having the computers crash repeatedly at work, meaning I got about 10 boxes received ALL DAY! We still have about 100 boxes waiting to be done and another 100 on the way tomorrow.


Yeah.


I rushed some stuff over to my Mom's then called my landlord to let him know what I'd done. I will hopefully have a new fridge in a couple of days. What a pain in the ass and I have no one to blame but myself. Whee.