Dig Your Chili

I am 100% convinced now that my meeting a decent guy is rather like trying to catch a Unicorn. Impossible. Whiny baby today? You betcha. I think that I have special magnets built into my body that actually repel decent guys and pick up only Asshats (what a great word - almost makes me smile today). My spring break is almost over and I haven't really had any fun (nor have I finished my COBOL program) so it really has been a bust. Rather disappointing but I am so Eyeore today that I have the whole "Oh Bother" attitude going on and feel this is just par for the course. (Insert VERY LOUD SIGH here)

That's right pussies ... Fear the Badger.  That is certainly what Jan and I were doing last night.  Ended up having to call Amy to come save our asses from another plumbing mess (Thank You Amy!!).   Jan and I can't handle our Badger.  Although two great new words came from the Badger disposal debacle.   Wrenchette and Sink hole.  Classic.  I will forever more go around saying "Remove the putty from the sink hole please".  And a wrenchette ... how fucking cute is that ... sounds like Smurfette would use a wrenchette .  ( Smurfette probably could have done a better job installing the Badger than Jan and I did with or without a wrenchette !) But we seem to have a working disposal so at least our kitchen will not smell like small third world country.

Last night I tried a new take on the whole speed dating concept. I scheduled two guys for dates in the same night one right after the other. Kind of like a two for the price of one thing. It was quite honestly exhausting and I am not sure that I will try to be such a hero in the future. (Yes if I were a super hero I would be The Dater not sure what my super power would be but my costume would be kick ass - and be easy to clean!) So after the double dating experience I am ready to take a hiatus from trying to force my way into a soul mate. I figure maybe meeting guys on the Internet is not the best way to find true love. Of course, I am also convinced that dating guys that I have met off of the Internet is not going to amount to true love either so maybe I am just screwed. Or maybe I will be at the grocery store with no make up on and my hair looking rather like a rats nest and I'll meet the man of my dreams. Right there in the cereal aisle. Capt Crunch love forever (and with crun

Now I am not a marketing genius but I would imagine that a garbage disposal named Bonecrusher would inspire a little more confidence in the product than a product named say oh I don't know Badger?? I am just saying ya know? So this weekend Jan and I finally decided that it was time to replace the old (and non-working) disposal. Everyone said it would be really easy. Everyone LIED. I am pretty sure that you are not supposed to beat the old disposal off of the sink with a hammer. But that method of removal seemed to work well so we went with it. Several hours and some blood shed later the old Bone Crusher was no more and is soon to be replaced by a Badger. All I can picture is a little furry animal under our sink disposing of our leftovers. That is probably about how well the old Badger will work. Amy has a Badger too. Apparently all the cool kids have Badgers. (but I'd still rather say I have a Bone Crusher!)