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By M Davies   /     Feb 26, 2006  /     Family, The Pre-Dooce File  /     0 Comment

If the Olympics has taught me one thing this time around its that either athletes are way too humble or way too egotistical about their abilities.  There is no happy medium.  Either you are a dick who constantly brags about how great of an athlete you are (Bode Miller) or you win a Gold medal and claim it was nothing and you really don't belong at the Olympics in the first place.  Either way its tiring.  Why can't there just be someone who is cool and confident without being a dick about it?  I am so glad the Olympics are over tonight.  I don't even think I will watch the closing ceremonies.

Before I talked to my Mom earlier this evening.. . . her and my father were having about a 2 week long fight about a Valentines Day present.  Or shall I say…a lack thereof.  They have since made up and now are talking to one another again thank god.  They sort of put me in the middle of things and that was not comfortable for me since I thought the whole fight was stupid in the first place.

My brother has been having on and off problems with his upstairs neighbor since he moved in October.  He has been yelling and beating his wife and kids, mouthing off to cops, playing music excessively loud and knocking on my brother's door at all hours of the night and being a big dick in general.  Russell found out from his landlord this week that either A) He is moving the family (yes…he has a wife and kids) to another of his rental properties.  or B) They are being thrown out.  If he doesn't opt for option A then it becomes option B by default.  Either way, he is out of the Apartment by the end of the month.  My brother is ecstatic.

In case you are wondering, up until Friday there were no major "Z" incidents.  He showed up Friday at his usual after school time to knock on my door looking for me and then start to scream out my name.  *Sigh*  I don't think it will ever end.  Earlier in the week, he stuck a business card on my car for his Dad's "home inspection" business.  I don't know what the fuck home inspection actually is, but I know that I would not let his Dad do anything inside my house.  I'm not sure anyone else would either if they knew his criminal record, but I digress.

Crabby-elle is really getting under my skin these days.  I'm not sure if its because she's getting closer to the big 0-2 or if its because I am pregnant again, but GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  She is so freaking miserable and bold sometimes I could scream.  We tried to teach her how to say "cookie" the other night but all she could get out was "cock-o".  How she got that from cookie is anyone's guess?!  She does say cracker perfectly though.  Well I'm pretty exhausted so I think I'm going to relax on a couch somewhere.

Have a peaceful sunday evening, well whats left of it anyway….

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Just shoot me now.

By M Davies   /     Feb 25, 2006  /     Family, The Pre-Dooce File  /     0 Comment

A few mornings ago as I went out to warm my car I noticed a piece of paper on my windshield.  Not knowing what it was, I started to panic thinking it could be everything from a ticket to a note from an admirer.  As I picked up the piece of paper which was pushed under my wiper blade I noticed that it was a business card.

"Z's Dad's Home Inspections"

Est 2003 Residential & Commercial / New & Existing Structures

XXXX Avenue (2 Street's away from Michelle's House)

Anytown, PA 66969


You've got to be kidding me.  Like I'd trust these people to do anything near my house, much less let them inside of it to "inspect".  Z and his family just don't know when to quit.  It is so aggrivating.  I really hope I am home the next time he comes around because I'm going to put a stop to all of this crap.  Flipping my lid is not out of the question.

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Gripes about American Idol

By M Davies   /     Feb 24, 2006  /     The Pre-Dooce File, TV Rants  /     0 Comment

**This entry is all about American Idol, so you are forwarned not to read it if you don't like Idol.**

I know what you are thinking, "Ew…reality TV and cookie cutter pop stars." and maybe you are right, but do you think that would cure my addiction to this show?  Not at all.

I agree with everyone that was voted off last night.  I thought those 4 people all sucked the previous night.  There were a few more I would have expected to have been cut too, but since they only made 4 cuts the first time around those will have to wait until the next round.  I think that Brenna should have got the axe along with Kellie Pickler.  They don't have strong enough voices to carry them into the finals, IMO.  I think that little 16 year old dweeby looking kid should get it.  He's an alright singer I guess, but he looks like he's about 11 and reads comic books in his spiderman underwear or something.  What is his name…..Kevin something I think.  He needs to go.  The crooner guy sucks too.  I don't like him. As for the boys. . . Sway is alright, but the song he picked royally sucked.  Will looks like a young John Mayer to me.  Too bad he doesn't sing as good as him.  I agree with Simon and can't stand Gedeon's smile.  It's creepy.  I personally thought that the three best guys are Taylor-Chris and Elliot.  I think Chris was THE BEST out of the group though.  Everyone is like "ACE IS SO HOT", but I really don't see it.  I thought that Bo looked 20 thousand times better than him, but opinions are like assholes . . . For the girls, I like Lisa, Mandisa, Paris and Katharine.  The rest of them are all pretty forgetable.  So I guess I'll have to see in the weeks to come if America agrees with me or not.

As a side note – I don't vote.  I am never near a paper and pencil when I see the numbers and at the end of the show I try to remember the number but when i start to dial I blank out and forget what number I'm dialing.  I wish they'd put the numbers online or something so you can see what they are.  Other than that, I'll shut up now.

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WBCR is falling down, falling down

By M Davies   /     Feb 21, 2006  /     NEPA, The Pre-Dooce File  /     0 Comment

In the last week or so, my place of employment has been having a wide variety of issues.  As of today we are 1 elevator away from not having any working at all.  Normally, we have 3 — 2 normal elevators and a freight elevator.  Friday we had 2 functioning elevators, 1 freight, 1 normal elevator.  Then we had a fire drill on Friday in the negative 30 below weather, lost water pressure and an elevator.  I don't work weekends anymore, but was told that there were no functioning elevators at all, everyone had to take the stairs.  For some people this isn't a bad thing (people that work on the second floor), but when you work on 5 or 7, then you have a problem if you are handicapped or not in shape.  Yesterday as I was leaving, I attempted opening both exits to the tunnel that leads to the parking garage.  Neither door was opening.  Eventually, I'm guessing that the building will either blow up or just stop letting people in.  Or maybe the remaining elevator will just trap people as they are trying to get to work.  Who knows.  Either way I'm winded.

But anyway here's a funny link that sorta fits in with elevator insanity –

[Update 2/22/06] – We now mysteriously have 3 functioning elevators, but the W is missing from the outside of the building.  We now work in ilkes-Barre Center.

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By M Davies   /     Feb 14, 2006  /     Mommyhood, NEPA, The Pre-Dooce File  /     0 Comment

Gabby stayed home from daycare today because her Daddy is home, but can you believe that her daycare class is exchanging valentines?  All of the kids in her class range from 1-2 years of age.  I don't think that children this small will understand the concept of Valentine's day, much less know what to do with valentines.  Anything that you give Gabby she puts in her mouth, and most of those valentines are made from sharp cardboard.  I mean don't get me wrong — its a cute idea, but I think its more for the parents than for the kids.  I ended up spending 2 or 3 dollars on a package of 32 Carebear Valentines (Gabby loves Carebears) w/ lollypops.  I only had to give out valentines to 8 kids in her class, and I gave 2 away at Emily's Bday party on Saturday.  That leaves me with 22 Carebear Valentines.  Anyone want one?

Oh yeah, and if things couldn't get any worse in Downtown Wilkes-Barre….there was an armed robbery right outside of the parking garage I park in.  The security guard just told me about it last night.  Lovely.  I guess I'll be packing the pepper spray once again.

Happy Valentines Day.  May you get flowers 4 to 5 times today along with an oversized teddy bear (ala the office).

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Seeking Advice

By M Davies   /     Feb 14, 2006  /     Family, The Pre-Dooce File  /     0 Comment

I do not normally solicit advice over my blog, but I'm desperate and don't know what else to do at this point….I am at my wits end.  I'm going to tell the story here and maybe some one can shoot some helpful advice my way.  To understand the following situation, you must know this….my aunt is, for lack of better words, a vagrant.  She has milked the welfare system and several relatives and has pretty much lived in section 8 housing her entire life.  She was not always like that, just in the years that she moved out of my Grandmother's house.  She had 3 kids on the welfare system, all within a year apart from each other.  The last time I have seen these kids would have been the mid-late 1990s.  I wouldn't have been able to point them out to you if they past me on the street (well until 2 weeks ago anyway).  That is how long its been since I have seen them.  The youngest child, "Z" recently came across my address somehow (do not ask me how….) and decided he would come down for a visit 2 Saturday's ago (the Saturday before Superbowl Sunday).  It was unexpected and unannounced, but I still invited him in and we talked for a good hour.  Then he just sat in my living room watching TV with me.  I didn't have anything better to do or nowhere to go, so I didn't much mind, but after a while, I wanted to get dinner and change into comfortable clothes, but he was still there.  It's like he didn't know when to leave.  Rich finally made up a story about us going up his Mom's house and offered him a ride to his house (2 streets away) because it was dark and raining.  Before he got out of the vehicle Rich said he could visit again another time and gave him our phone number and said to just call first.  The very next day … Superbowl Sunday … the phone starts ringing, he called 4 times within 15 minutes of each other all before 9am.  Rich and I were annoyed (naturally) so we blocked the number from calling.  It is a good thing that Gabby is up fairly early on weekends because if these calls would have woken me up I would have been PISSED.  Anyway, you'd think he'd get the hint that we are out or busy, but no.  As if calling 4 times wasn't bad enough he proceeds to come down and pop in on us again.  Rich then made up an excuse about Gabby being sick.  It wasn't a total lie because she was pukey, but still….that's beside the point.  HE IS OBSESSED WITH COMING OVER.

We didn't hear anything from him during the week, fast forward to Friday afternoon.  I wasn't home, but Rich decided to take a half day then.  I'm not sure of the exact time that this incident happened, but it must have been sometime right after he got out of school, so I'm guessing 2:30-4pm.  Rich was in the basement so he didn't hear what was going on, but the dogs started barking as they normally do when anyone knocks on the door.  It was "Z", and he knocked for 20 minutes before he started YELLING out my name on my porch.  He eventually went away.

Then Saturday, we didn't do much throughout the day, but both decided that we were going out to eat later in the evening.  Guess who stops down????  That's right "Z", and right before we were getting ready to leave.  We didn't answer the door.  Sunday, you'd think that people would have more common sense than to bother people at early hours in the morning, especially with being pregnant and having a small child.  But no…..  It just snowed and Rich just got finished shoveling and went out for breakfast.  It was right before 10 or a little after 11 and guess who is knocking at my door again….completing the Pain-in-the-ass Trifecta for the weekend.  None other than "Z".  Now this kid is 13, but I think that when I was his age I had a little more sense than to be this much of a pain in the ass to people.  I don't know if its the lack of parental support or what, but I cannot have this kid over my house 24×7 on the weekend.  I have a life too!  Especially like I said earlier, being pregnant, with a 14 month old and a full time job.  I know that his parents haven't worked much in their lives, but cut me a break.  I am tired come Friday and the weekend is my relax time.  I don't mind having company, but at the same time I don't feel that I should have to entertain family/kids 24×7 either.  This kid thinks because he lives so close that he can just come over whenever the hell he wants.  I am sick of this shit.  I want to move already if this is going to keep up. 

So now this is my dilemma….and I don't want to be a bitch about it and hurt anyone's feelings.  How can I be polite, but make my point that this is becoming a nuisance?  I am open to any suggestions.  I don't know if I should tell his parents, or tell him, but I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.  Keep in mind that his Mom and Dad are separated and living in 2 different areas, and he of course lives with his father — 2 streets away.  I attempted to call his Mom to tell her about it on Saturday, but she was just out of the hospital after having her gall bladder removed, I didn't feel it was an appropriate time to bring it up.  I am also not close with the Dad, and he is known to be violent.


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