I’ve read a lot of blog posts about being anonymous, both pro and con. I’m a pro-anonymous kinda person, but hey, whatever floats your boat is fine with me. 1 school of thought is that people who will talk shit online won’t do the same in person; I’m just the opposite. So much tone of voice, expression, etc. is lost in typed words… which is probably a fancy way of saying my vocabulary sucks & I’m not able to express myself well in written word. Okay, enough of that. That’s not what this post is supposed to be about.
Here is a BIG, huge, gigantic reason why I’m anonymous. My 50th birthday is coming up at the end of this month & I have told Dick, my mom, my kids, “Do NOT let anyone do anything!” While some people love a party for them, I don’t. Well, lo and behold, my sister starts telling me about a party for her 60th birthday, which is about 2 weeks before my 50th. My sister is so energetic that she overdoes it & tells me, “You and Dick have to go & be on time! (I’m always late) We’re gonna have water on rocks for you & Corona’s for Dick.” I knew it. I just fucking knew it. Since then she’s mentioned said party at least 5 times… she never does this.
Last night I was checking my email & there’s an email with subject title: “Come Celebrate Rose’s 60th birthday and Jane’s 50th, but shhhh, Jane doesn’t know.” My sister meant to forward me the itenary of someone who is going to “her” party, but didn’t realize she was also forwarding all the attachments. Cat’s out of the bag. I didn’t tell her I know, Dick says it would make her feel bad.
Like I said earlier, some people would absolutely be thrilled; I am mortified. I hate this kind of stuff. I do not like being the center of attention… I’m the type that will trip on my shoelaces or blurt out something crude before my brain tells my mouth, “Don’t!” So the big gig is next Saturday, the 23rd. What does this have to do with being anonymous?
Obviously, I can’t tell my sister I’m mortified, ill, a nervous wreck at the thought of this, but because I’m anonymous I can write it here. I know she means well & this will be a chance for me to grow, right? I’ll be happy because doing this for me will make her feel good & she loves to feel good. (we’re like day & night) I am going to tell her that I found out, I know she’ll laugh. My next move? I’m undecided: I’ll either throw her in the pool or go in the bathroom & throw up; preferably the former.
Holy fucking shit. We finally got our internet turned on. I’d explain what happened… how AT&T fucked up… but why take you down that horrid path? Long story short: our internet service that should have been turned on 8/4 got turned on today, 8/11. Oddly enough I haven’t missed blogging, what I have missed is being able to look things up like traffic reports, AT&T executive offices phone numbers (I got them anyways!), items at Pier 1 Imports, my kids work schedules, oh and to print out our emails from the psycho realtor.
Our house, well, we’re in it. It’s big. It doesn’t quite feel like home, partly because I haven’t put anything on th walls yet, you know… pictures, wall-hangings, photos, mirrors. I’m still trying to get a feel for the place & exactly where I want things. My kids are both settled in, Taber is here with us & Bancini is at our condo with her dogs. Our washer, dryer, stove/oven, dishwasher, sink & disposal aren’t hooked up. We do have a sink, but no disposal so nothing can be put in it. It’s kinda like camping without the bugs.
Dick is very happy. He likes to sit in the backyard, barbecue & just stare, it’s really cute. I mean, besides boobs & sports, what else fascinates a man like that?
My son & I have already struck a deal, I iron his uniform & he brings me 2 pieces of cheesecake a week. I told him when our washer is hooked up I’ll wash them for 1 more piece of cheesecake a week. There are over 30 kinds, so I’m gonna get fat! (He gets them at 50% off, so it’s a good deal for both of us) Somehow I’ve got to keep my blog a secret from him, so I’m thinking I’ll lock my computer. He’s not at all computer savvy, so this shouldn’t be difficult. *crossing fingers*
Psycho-head faxed Dick twice at work. Funny though, he copied & pasted the email he sent us, but removed the sentence asking us for money. Now that I can access our email, we’re printing the emails he’s sent us, along with the faxes & reporting him to the Dept. of Realtors, as well as the local police dept. The guy I spoke with a few weeks ago said they couldn’t do anything, but last week I spoke with a lady officer & she saw it differently, I kinda thought that would be the case. We were going to let it go but chances are he has done this to others, or will if he gets away with it.
I dare not look at Bloglines tonight because seeing how many blogs I’ve got to read is going to be overwhelming, I just know it is. Anyways, that’s it. We’re here. We’re breathing. And we’re gonna get a new microwave so we’ll be having popcorn soon!
We are moving today. I will be so glad when we’re finished with this! Our phone & internet are supposed to be turned on at the new home tomorrow; we’ll see if all goes well. We’re gonna be without t.v. until Tuesday, so I’ll definitely be having B.B.A.D. withdrawals! Anyways, I wish I could say I’m gonna take a nap now, but… ugh… that’s not going to happen. Back to the bitchwork…
This is the creep factor x 100, at least to me it is. Our ex-realtor emailed Dick on Weds. asking if we were still househunting. Dick replied & said we’d found a house & told him about our new home. The last time we even spoke with ex-realtor was in April. Plain & simple, he didn’t meet our needs. We interviewed other realtors & made our selection. Under no stretch of the imagination were we obligated to use him & we hadn’t spoken with him in 3 months. Last night there were 2 emails from him. Read More »
Well, we had a moderate earthquake today. Normally we don’t feel them unless they’re over 5.0 or very close; this one was both. Our house just shook, my mom said a few things fell off the shelves, nothing happened at my kids, both my sister & brother had things fall & break… but that was it.
Here are some interesting tidbits, boring, but still:
- My 4 siblings & I live 5 different cities, 3 different counties, 4 different area codes, BUT… if you mapped out our locations you would see we surround the epicenter, like a donut surrounds the hole.
- Dick’s mom was within a few hundred yards of the epicenter playing bridge ~ no damage. (The epicenter was on the 4th fairway at the golf course, my MIL was in the clubhouse)
- Dick’s dad was driving home from the country club (where the epicenter was) & didn’t feel it.
Most buildings built after 1990 are on rollers, wheels. They make the earthquake sound much louder, but they actually help the building roll with the quake, so to say. My mom’s apartment is on rollers, I don’t know if our condos are, but do I know that our new house is not. Anyways, that’s what’s shakin’ around here.
