Covering my Assets

Last week, I finally bought my Barnes and Noble Nook eReader.  I was thrilled, but it didn't take long for me to realize that without a cover of some sort, it was just not practical to take anywhere.  

I searched the Internet and found a few nice covers.  Then I went to www.oberondesign.com and my search ended.  They have custom-made journals and eReader covers in about 20 different designs. The first one I saw was called "Tree of Life" and I fell in love. I balked at the price, but I just couldn't get it out of my head.  I showed Mom, fully realizing that she thought the Nook was a waste of money and she'd talk me out of spending even more moolah on a cover.  Nope.  She took one look and said "It's gorgeous!  Happy birthday!"  I ordered it that night.

Since they are custom made and they wouldn't receive the order until Monday, they said to expect the cover to ship between 14 to 21 days after ordering.  So...I still had the Nook that couldn't really be carried anywhere because the screens would get damaged floating around in my purse.  Mom to the rescue.  She's a whiz with the sewing machine, so I asked if she could make some sort of sleeve for it.  As usual, she took a rough idea and made something perfect.  Not only did she let me pick the fabric, but she quilted it with a cushioning layer of batting and even took the tattered cover off of an old junk book to reinforce the front of the cover so nothing could poke the screen.  She rocks.

 

The day after she made the cover, I got the email saying "it's been shipped!"  Yeah...a mere 4 days after ordering, the item was already in transit.  I received it today.

The front cover is gorgeous.  They created a custom pewter button to hold the cover closed (and even sent a matching charm for free).  The leather is incredibly thick and they even say there is no problem with folding it completely back - something I'd never do for fear of it cracking if they hadn't assured me it was okay.




This is one of their "wrap-around" designs which makes it just as gorgeous on the back as the front.  

 

The Nook looks like it is barely being held in place, but Oberon has a video showing their "shake test" and trust me, it's secure.

 

I feel bad that Mom went to all of the work to make me a sleeve that I only used for one day.  She's already been hired (for the price of "eternal love and back scratches") by Beth to make a netbook cover because Beth was so impressed.  
   

Gonna Have Nookie in Bed Tonight!

Given my severe lack of anything resembling a sex life, there are only three things that give me pleasure these days (kids notwithstanding):
1.  Books.
2.  Technology.
3.  Food.

So, of course, when the eBook readers came out, I started looking at them.  They were ridiculously expensive, too large to slip in a pocket, and the books were overpriced (between $10 and $20 no matter how long the books were available as cheap paperbacks).  

I decided to go ahead and just use my cell phone as an eBook reader.  Cool.  It covers #1 (Books) and #2 (Technology) perfectly.  Sit there reading a story while munching on a bag of Fritos and I hit the trifecta!

I've been happy...except for the cost of the books, of course. 

 

But then, I discovered that Ohio's public libraries offer free eBook loans.  Woo hoo!!  About 10% of their selection are available as .mobi books (which you can put on any smartphone).  Yay!!  But it didn't take me long to realize that most of the books I really wanted to read were in ePub format, which would require reading on my computer (not gonna happen) or purchasing either a Sony Reader or a Barnes and Noble Nook reader.  After checking them out, the Sony Readers are really junkie.  The Nook is awesome, but overpriced ($258).

So the devil on my shoulder sat there whispering in my ear.  "You know, you read a book every two weeks or so.  Since these books are free, that savings over buying $10 books every two weeks would pay for that Nook reader."  I never gave the angel on my other shoulder time to talk sense into me.


I drove up to Akron yesterday and bought it.  It's amazing!!  It does the eBooks and periodicals, of course, but it also displays my pictures, plays music and best of all, plays audiobooks.  It's still a little large for me, (about the height and weight of a paperback, but much thinner) but I'll get used to it.  


Here's a shot of King's Under the Dome on my cell phone and as a hardcover.  Since I've already read it, I pulled up a different story (James Patterson) on the Nook for comparison.  

 


The Nook is perfectly viewable no matter how bright the sun is shining on it which is awesome and that's one of the problems I've had with my cell phone.  It doesn't have a backlight which is a bummer, but I can always clip a light onto the Nook.  


So tonight, I'm gonna enjoy some Nookie in bed!


I just found the most amazing leather cover for it online...more about that another day.

Grandpuppies are Priceless

Back in September, my dad called.  I couldn't quite figure out what he was saying, because he was only able to utter a few words mixed in with gut-wrenching sobs.  I finally understood what he was saying "Camshaft broke her leg and the vet says she has to be put down."

Cammie, an 8-year-old very overweight lab is my dad's life.  This dog (his grandpuppy) is more important to him than anything.  When the vet said they couldn't help her, he just couldn't accept that.  They sedated her and the next morning we took her to a specialty animal hospital.  They took better x-rays and determined that the break happened the length of her leg bone, rather than breaking it in half down the middle.  

The vet agreed that with damage like this, it is definitely a case for putting her to sleep.  But...with enough money, yes, they could fix her.  Did I mention that Cammie is Dad's life??  They gave an estimate of $3,100 to place internal screws and rods and straps in addition to having two "external fixators" that would give extra support.


The problem was that the break was unusual (she was just standing up from a sitting position when it just snapped) in presentation and it usually happens from bone cancer, which is prevalent in her breed.  They wouldn't know if she had osteosarcoma until they got the path reports back...two weeks after the surgery.  

Dad readily whipped out his checkbook.  She underwent surgery immediately and we went back in the next morning to pick her up.  

It amazed me that she was able to walk (and was happy!) just hours after surgery.  That Fentanyl patch they slapped on her was a miracle!  The best news was that the surgeon saw no evidence of cancer.  Woo hoo!  The bad news was that the $3,100 estimate somehow went to $4,000.  But oh well.  When you see the picture of Cammie as she looks with adoring eyes at her Grandpa, it was worth it.

 

Two weeks later, she went in for a re-check.  Bad news.  The path report said that it was probable osteosarcoma.  We were looking at a two- to three-month lifespan.  It was just devastating.  Dad said "then she'll have the best three months of her life."



We had to keep going back to the doctor every two weeks or so for x-rays. (Which were not included in the price quote. Hmmph.)  She was able to hobble around fine, but she wasn't allowed to do any stairs.  So how exactly are we supposed to carry a 120-pound dog?  My dad always says "Where there's a Wood, there's a way."  He attached a ramp to his house and made a portable ramp to get her in and out of his van (that has the license plate "CAMSHAF" because he bought the vehicle just for the dog!) and even transfer her from one van to the other.  

 


So, she was very happy and obviously nobody ever told Cammie that she only had three months to live.  Apparently they never told her she has cancer, either.  Because it's been six months, she just had her final vet visit and he said "she's a miracle.  There are no signs of tumors, she doesn't have cancer.  Let's get this fixator taken off of her so she can be happy." 

 


And she is.


Oh, and final tally - nearly $6,000.  Worth every penny.

She's Driving Me Crazy

Bugs scare me.  Climbing more than 5 rungs on a ladder sends shivers down my spine.  Getting a letter from the IRS could make me wet my pants.  

But none of those is  more terrifying than teaching my 16-year-old to drive.  Wait...that's a bit of a misnomer.  I'm not teaching her anything.  I'm sitting beside her in a 4,000-pound lethal weapon white-knuckling my grip on the oh-shit handle while stomping on the imaginary brakes while screaming "look out! Too close!! AHHH!" while she calmly rolls her eyes and keeps muttering "you've gotta trust me sometime..."

When I say I'm terrified teaching Heather to drive, it's not an exaggeration.  She's had her permit for a year and has only been driving probably 10 times in that timeframe, all because I'm too scared to take her.

I just saw that Honda has a driving simulator.  You know...like they have for pilots, but this is intended for cars.  Why haven't they been doing this for new drivers for years?  Instead, they just let kids get behind the wheel and give their parents heart attacks. 

 


I think insurance companies should pay the $66,000 and put one of these in every town.  Let kids learn to drive before they actually start driving.  And save me from needing a heart transplant.


Meanwhile, Heather just set up her appointment to finally have her first in-car driving lesson with the instructor at Frenzel's.  I hope they take their heart medication.

Another year older, another year wiser...

So, yeah.  It's been a whole year since I've blogged.  Did ya miss me?

I miss blogging.  Facebook is fun, but there's only so much info I can give in a quick little update.  I miss telling the story of my life, rather than just posting a snippet.

So, I'm back.  I hope you are, too. 

Stupid Cupid! Quit Ignoring Me!

It's Valentine's Day, blah, blah, blah.

Since the cute little diaper-wearing, arrow-shooting midget apparently can't see the bullseye I painted on my tush, it's yet another year where I spend my day at my desk rather than in the arms of some cutie.

My daughters have been a tad more fortunate in love.

Beth drove to Bolivar so she could (ahem) "watch the sunset" with Captain Hormone. Yeah, I know. When you go to the Bolivar Dam to "watch the sunset," the chances are that you'll miss the heavenly splendor of the sky because the car windows are gonna be too fogged up with teenage hormones to be able to see anything.

Later, he made reservations to eat at Georgio's Grille. Since their dates usually consist of him coming to our house and sitting on the couch watching movies every Saturday, this date was a pretty big thing and Beth was just ecstatic. Unfortunately, she didn't think to hand her camera to anyone so I could have a picture of the two lovebirds together.

I got a text message from her shortly after she finished eating and said she had the steak and salad and they shared crabcakes as an appetizer. In her words, it was "foodgasmic!"

To which I replied "Yay!! If you had a foodgasm, that meant that there was no need for a real orgasm. That makes Mom a very happy camper!" Still...I counted the condoms to see if any were missing. He IS an 18-year-old horndog, after all.

Heather also got to spend some time with her boyfriend. I drove her to Canton so she could meet up with him at Borders Bookstore.

Yes, that is a kilt. If you knew Paul, you'd never be shocked. It's just him.

They went to see the movie Coraline in 3D. It totally messed with Heather's head...which is her way of saying it totally rocked. Dinner was McDonald's, which was exactly what Heather wanted. She wore a formal dress. No, I'm not kidding. Yes, she knew she was going to fast food. THAT's why she wanted to wear a formal gown. Only normal people wear jeans and a t-shirt to Mickey-D's. She's far from normal.

The date finished with a few ankle-thrashing hours spent at an indoor ice skating rink.

Oh, and in case you are wondering the answer to the question that goes through everyone's minds when seeing a guy in a kilt...

Nice girls ask.

Naughty girls find out for themselves.

Spending Spree...The grand finale

My last of the grand purchases arrived yesterday.

Say hello to my new best friend: Tivo.

Wait a minute...surely I've mentioned my love affair with Tivo before, right? Oh yeah. The little guy entered my life in 2003, several years before cable companies decided to rent out their inferior generic DVR models (from what I hear, the difference between Tivo and the cable company's generic DVR is like the difference between a Prime Rib and a Big Mac. Sure, they'll both feed you, but if you want to enjoy the process, go for the good stuff).

Well, a few months ago when I bought the spiffy new flat screen HD TV for the family room, I just knew I was gonna spring for the newest TiVo model to go along with it, because the other four (yeah, four!) TiVo boxes I have don't do High Def TV.

My brand-spankin new Tivo HD XL arrived yesterday in all of it's Bloop-bloop-bloop glory. The fact that it records in HD is just one of the big features.

Heather is in Heaven because now she can watch YouTube videos from the couch.


What was first on the Tivo Queue? "Candy Mountain."


If you're not a teenager, you just won't understand. Unicorns, dinosaurs, and kidney-stealing Sesame Street letters with legs. I recommend you empty a couple of glasses of alcohol before watching.



Plus, you can download your Netflix Queue movies directly to the Tivo and play them on the TV. Yeah baby!! Start popping the corn, I know where I'm gonna be this weekend! Wii Fit be damned, I wanna turn into a couch potato!

But the best thing about the new Tivo HD XL is the recording capactiy.
Here's a screen shot of the Tivo that's currently residing in my office:\



It says at "basic quality" you can record up to 79 hours of TV. You'd think that was a lot, but considering how many days (or even weeks) go by before I get a chance to watch TV, you'd be amazed at how fast that thing fills up, especially since we do "high quality" for most recordings.

But the new box has a slightly higher capacity.



Yeah, that says it will hold 1,367 hours (compared with 79). You know what that means...Scrubs Marathon!!

Oh crap. I've gotta work. The couch potato marathon will just have to wait for the weekend.