Ahoy, Mateys!

Happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Now I'm a Stalker, darn it.

I got to meet one of my internet idols yesterday. DreadPirate has been reading blogs for a long time, and I just didn't see the appeal. Of course, most of the ones he reads deal with news or politics - and I get enough of both of those without seeking out even more online. I was craving bagels a while back, though, and when I did a search for one of my favorite brands to see if they were in my town yet I stumbled on internet gold. I'm still sorry there's no Einstein Bros. Bagels here (except at Target) but at least they led me to a great blog - and, you know, Brueggers is a pretty good substitute for Einstein's, though I miss their five cheese bagels.

Miss Zoot's blog is hilarious. She is the reason I actually started reading blogs, and the reason I decided to try my hand at one.

DreadPirate and I were at Target with our son after a soccer game yesterday. DreadPirate called my cell phone when I was a few aisles away from them, which I thought was weird. He said that he thought he had just seen Miss Zoot go by, and he thought I might want to go see if it really was her. I had visions of that site where people track celebrities and report where they've seen them so everyone can go gawk at them (which I hate, by the way!) and I proved I'm no better than those people cause off I went to see if I could spot her.

Sure enough, it was her! And she was just as nice in person as she seems online. I felt strange about approaching her but I'm glad I did. I have enjoyed her blog so much, and I was glad to be able to tell her that.

It's about time!

Well, my car is finally getting better. We had to get a new battery and a ton of different fuel additives, but it runs again. It still looks terrible, and the brakes don't seem to want to work quite right, but it's better than it was. Still a lot to do till it's back to normal, but at least we're making progress.

And better yet, my husband, DreadPirate, is taking it seriously. Finally. I know I overreacted about it, and I'm sorry about that - but I think he finally appreciates the fact that it IS a big deal to me, even if it wouldn't be to any other normal human being. He knew when we met that I wasn't a normal human being, though, so he can't claim now that he didn't know what he was getting himself into. Our curtains don't match anything in our house? Fine. The house looks like it was decorated by a fifth grader? No problem. My fingernails look like they got caught in a shredder? Who cares. But my car gets messed up or the cable goes out? It's a disaster of epic proportions. That's just par for the course in the Pirate household.