I hate this apartment. I really, really do. We're paying $2450 a month to live in a place where things keep breaking and nothing ever gets fixed. I want to move. NOW. A few months ago we had maintenance up here to look at our kitchen sink which leaks every time you turn the water on. They said they would order the part needed to fix it, and call us when it was in. That was months ago... and nothing has been fixed. Last night we lost power in all of our kitchen outlets except for one. So right now we have the microwave and the phone base (which needs to be plugged in for any of the phones here to work) sharing an outlet. We're needing to be creative with where we use Gabriel's bottle warmer. A message was left on the building's answering machine last night and Rob and I have been trying to get ahold of someone down there this morning. *sigh* I'm not holding my breath that it gets fixed today... or even this week. This apartment is one of the many reasons I want to leave LA.

I just found out that my cousin (who lives in Trabuco Canyon, California) got bit by a brown recluse spider. Her arm went black and she had a lump on it the size of an orange. Lucky for her, a doctor who lived nearby took one look at it and got her in the ER right away. Any longer and she would have lost her arm. Wow. And she's just a kid too. I'm also adding poisonous necrotic spiders to the list of why I want to leave Southern California. Meh.

Last night Gabriel had the cutest spaz attack ever. Rob and I had some strawberry Pocky for desert and when we were done Gabriel showed an interest in the bright pink box. He was reaching out for it like crazy, so I finally gave it to him. He started shaking, spazzing out, trying to eat the box, and every time he dropped it would absolutely tweak out trying to get to it. It was one of the funnist things I have ever seen. I don't know why, but he loved that Pocky box! By the time it was soggy with his spit and I threw it out he had a fit and the only thing that calmed him down was Iggy. I have no idea what the hell was up with that. Maybe I need to look into finding him a bright pink toy. Or maybe he's just a fan of Pocky. Who knows, but it was super cute.

Anyways, last night we stayed in and Rob cooked up a new pasta recipe (it was good, but a bit too rich and left my stomach feeling weird). I watched Blade while he cooked and then we had America's Got Talent on in the background while tending to Gabriel.

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Eleanor Roosevelt! Nice to see you.

A Roosevelt yourself, you married your fifth cousin Franklin; despite the obvious incestuous overtones, your six kids were happy and healthy.

When Franklin got elected, you became perhaps the most controversial first lady ever - you spoke out for the rights of women; for the rights of the poor; for world peace. You were even a member of a union while your husband was in office - and when he died, you were the head of the UN Commission on Human Rights.

All of which is pretty kick ass, but to top things off you had a hot and steamy relationship with the lesbian journalist Lorena Hickok, who was so madly in love with you that she halted her career for you. Unfortunately, you couldn't give up your public life that easily - leaving her heartbroken.

Bitch.

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