Wednesday, December 31, 2008

For the record!

Ok, for the record, this is the ONLY Christmas photo I have. Because I took it with my phone when we went out to the Moose that night. Before I got in that fight with the stupid old guy who was totally HOGGING the juke box and we had to leave before I kneed him in his balls. (Also for the record, kneeing an old guy in his balls, even if he is being a douche about the juke box, is not a very Christmasy thing to do.) It's of Leo and his brother, who both received almost identical sweaters for Christmas from different members of the family. (I gave Leo his, and his brother got his from the parents.) We thought it was funny for them to wear them out together that night. We're jackasses.
The black dots all over their chests are little bumpers that came with the speakers that Leo got me (yay!) for Christmas, but which were not used as we don't intend to hang the speakers on the wall. Which is when the bumper thingies come in handy. Anywho...

I received a camera for Christmas too. Unexpecedly. It's pretty cool. So we took pictures with it all day and the following day as well. But our computer is being weird right now, not sure why, and I can't get any of the USB ports to work, so I can't move the pics from the camera to the computer, and so it sucks. And that is why that photo above is the only one I have. For now. I'll probably be able to put up our pictures sometime in February, and then we can all celebrate the holidays together all over again, ok? Wheeee!

Ok, now I need some help. From everyone...not just the Twin, Nuke, and Coley if she happens to be passing through. (Hi Coley!) Why aren't you people commenting anymore? Am I that much of a dud? Or is everyone depressed about Erin leaving? I mean, shit...chick will still blog. She'll still be funny in DC! (You better still be funny in DC, Erin, or I will fly out there to kick your ass into the funny! Ok? Ok.)

Wait...is it comments like that one I just made about flying out to kick Erin's ass that is keeping people from being vocal? If so, let me know! I won't care, but it'll be a comment at least, so that's good.

Alright, back to the help I need. See, I got my hair cut last night. It's shorter than usual, and I like it...that's not the issue. It's that Leo didn't comment about it at. all. when I got home last night. That's a problem for me. I'm trying to figure out if he's sick, or if he's broken in some way, so tell me, does it look different to you?

For reference, here's what it looked like last Monday...
See? It was LONG. And shaggy. And not sweet and cute and prim in any way whatsoever.

Am I crazy for expecting my husband to say something?

Ohandplusalso, for the record, all you husbands/boyfriends out there: if your wife/girfriend goes to the hairdresser, and you know she went to the hairdresser, and then she comes home and you don't say anything about her hair being cute? She WILL think that you hate it. It doesn't matter if you don't see a difference, or if you actually hate it, or it looks like a crazy person took a break with a pair of scissors on her hair, just tell her you think she looks pretty. Because she might just hold your non-comment against you, and then she won't want to have sex with you for a while. Now, if you don't like sex, then this is a good tactic. Go for it. Ignore her hair or say you think it looks like shit. That should do the trick for you. However, if you are like most guys on the planet and you enjoy the nookie, then tell her she looks pretty/cute/adorable/whatever so that she gets a reaction from you that will be positive for you both. Believe me, if she looks like shit, a friend of hers will say something to her as soon as they grow the balls to do it. Or she'll figure it out on her own. You know you'd do her anyway, so why do you care what her hair looks like, right? DUH!

I'm also thinking I might be over the bangs at this point, and might wanna try to start growing them back out soon. What's the opinion there? I love them when my hair looks like it does now...they're perfect with this haircut. But when it starts to grow out a bit, like it did in that photo above, I look more matronly, and I hate looking matronly. Should I grow them out, and just have a normal swing-bob?

Oh, and Happy New Year! I amost forgot about that, I was so wrapped up in my own shit...Ha!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Laughing....so....hard....

Sometimes, we get bored on the message board I'm on. Sometimes, in that boredom, people start doing awesome things. Like making fun of people they used to know through the viewing of their Facebook photos. Here's how my favorite one went down today...



Kate says: "Jason, a guy that I went to highschool with...


I don't have anything to say."

Mer responds: "Probably not the question I should have, but what the heck is going on with Jesus? He's not on a cross, and it's jarring to me. It's like he's rock climbing, but backwards."

Now, I hadn't noticed the Jesus on the wall in the background before Mer pointed it out, probably much like you guys hadn't, I'm willing to bet. When I scrolled back up to look, and the whole "rock climbing, but backwards" bit came to mind, I about lost my shit.

Then Dani says: "[Mer] just made me snort and Nancy said bless you."

Nancy is this idiot woman Dani works with that sits on the other side of the cube wall from her. We like to crank call Nancy sometimes and make Dani laugh.

What Mer had said about the Jesus thing was bad enough, but then I saw what Dani said about Nancy blessing her when she snorted, and I lost it even further.

Faithifer says: "Hahaha! I'm laughing so hard at that right now, I need to get up and get some water. I can barey see the keyboard."

I missed the fact that I'd spelled "barely" wrong, I was laughing so hard.

This is a moment in the life of the message board. Without which I would have lost my mind several times over the last 7 months. Jesus blesses this message board, even though we make fun of that one statue of him, I assure you...

Monday, December 29, 2008

Boatloads of fun...continued!

A couple of weeks ago, I updated everyone on the latest with the house addition...the inspection, and the failing of said inspection, etc, etc...

I was excited that the city would be following up with our contractor, telling him to fix the issues, so we could all get on with life already!

Apparently, I'm stupid. (shut up!) That is not how this process works. Dammit.

I hadn't heard anything from the contractor at all since the inspection occurred, which surprised me a bit. I thought he'd at least send me an email bitching about having to fix something. But nothing...nada. So I tried calling the city last week to follow up, and see what kind of deadline he had to fix the issues they found, but no one answered the phone. I gave up and figured I'd call back this week.

I finally got a hold of a woman who was very nice, and subsequently had to put up with my rant after she told me the following info: Yes, they send a report to the person who filed for the permit in the first place - namely our contractor in the case of our addition. Yes, they tell him what's caused the inspection to fail. And then they give the permit an extension for SIX MONTHS due to the inspection occurence.

Um, whatthefuck?

So, I ask if the contractor has a specific deadline to meet with regards to the fixes he must complete on the failed report? I mean, I'd love for them to be taken care of within the next two weeks, especially since one of them involves allowing freezing cold air to enter the addition (which is tough to heat sufficiently in the first place...doesn't really need the help with cooling it down, dammit!), and everything. Since they aren't life-and-death type issues, I'm not trying to be unreasonable. But it IS about 25 degrees outside on average right now, so one of the issues is kind of life-and-death with regard to my paycheck every month.

No. No he doesn't have to meet a deadline. They just tell him the issues, and then when he completes the fixes...scratch that - IF he completes the fixes, we call for reinspection, and everyone moves on with their lives. He has another 6 months right now. After that, nothing really happens. I guess I would finally have reason to file a complaint with the Contractor Licensing Board, if nothing else.

So I was finally connected with the manager of the inspectors. We talked for a bit. He clarified what I already knew. He told me that if money is owed, there isn't much they can do for me. I clarified for him what the issue was with the money. That the contractor has already tried the extortion/blackmail thing, and it failed to work with me. I told him about the contract we both signed, and which the contractor tried to change on me a month later. He told me that at least I had a contract...a lot of people aren't smart enough to get that before they pay someone for work to be done. (Which still amazes me. Fucking idiots.) Then he told me he'd contact the inspector and ask him to call my contractor. He asked for his contact info. I told him his name, and he said, "Wait a minute...I just got off the phone with that guy 10 minutes ago! He was complaining about a house being built at 183rd and Goddard." I told him that's where he lives, so I wonder what the deal is. Anyway, coincidences aside, I hope they're able to get somewhere with it, because I don't want to have to deal with this. Goddammit, I have had enough of it already! AAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!

If I have to, I'll send the jackass an email. And if he refuses to fix the issue, I'll warn him that I will have to have someone else come out and fix it, and I'll send him the bill. And if he doesn't comply with that, then I'll take him to small claims. Simple as that.

Yeah. Real simple.

Fuck.

My max limit is two days...

The long weekend is over. Over, over, over...

And its a wee bit of a relief.

I mean, there were some very fun moments, of course. Drinking, laughing, relaxing, and stuff...all good.

But there were some un-fun moments as well. Uninvited commentary, a possibly broken home computer, more uninvited commentary, a fucking random-ass and scary as FUCK storm on Saturday morning, and then with a whoosh and a pop, it was all quiet again, and only one additional family member was left in the house. And they (my husband and his brother) slept until 11 a.m. (Separately, of course!) And I watched HGTV all stretched out on my couch. And it was a peaceful time.

I'm not good at the hostessing thing, it seems. Maybe I'll be better when we have a bigger house, and people don't receive brand new iPod's for Christmas and want to load things on them right away even though it isn't their home computer to load stuff from. (For those who don't have an iPod, or have had the pleasure of trying to load multiple iPods on one computer, just know that its not fun. The results can be tricky and seem complicated to clean up. Yep. FUN.) Maybe things will be better when my youngest bro-in-law is older, and not so....teenagery. I dunno. Because no matter what, there will always be the father-in-law! Jeezy.

In the mean time, I'm going to go back to my quiet day in the office. Wondering what everyone else is doing these last few days of 2008...

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

A bit cheesy, but its just on my mind, ok?

This morning, as I pulled out of my garage and started down the street, I turned up the Vince Guaraldi Charlie Brown Christmas CD that I had finally remembered to bring with me, and got a big grin on my face. A nice amount of snow fell while I was sleeping...only about 3/4 of an inch in our area, it seemed, so getting to work wouldn't be a problem, and it was such a pretty sight on a nice, sunny (but cold!) Christmas Eve morning.

Even with a hangover brought on by too much celebrating the arrival of the in-laws with too many different alcohols until 12:30 last night, you couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

I thought about why I was feeling so happy...and I realized that it wasn't any one thing in particular, but a bunch of things that pushed my mood into a cheerful direction.

My father will celebrate the 1 year mark with his new lung in February. ONE YEAR. It's flabbergasting, and amazing, and something I am so, sooo grateful for, I honestly can't find the proper way to express it in written words. Imagine a tearful hug, mixed with overjoyed laughter, and a brain feeling like its going to burst, it can hardly contain the thoughts of how pleased it is with an incredible event of lifesaving proportions, and you might be able to figure out how I feel. He's getting better and better with every passing month, which is nothing short of a miracle to me. I am so thankful and happy and overjoyed that he is still here with us and living life just like he always has. So thankful.

My Twin has a new job. Actually, she has two right now. Not sure how long she'll keep that up, but after, what? 10 months or so of searching, she's found two places to work where she not only makes money to be able to take care of herself and her girls with, but she really likes the people she gets to work with and the job she gets to do. Its incredible, and wonderful, and makes me feel more complete than I have in a long time. I know its not about me...not at all. But see the part above where I mention that she's my twin. Its a twin thing. Again, not sure how to explain it in words. (Man, I'm good with the writing skeeills today, eh? Jeezy. :P)

And finally, my husband hasn't given up on me yet. He's stuck with me through all the moods, all the tantrums, all the shushing-him-and-his-snoring in the middle of the night like a trooper, and I love him so very much for it, I could cry. I don't know why he does it. Could it be the boobs? Might be the boobs...

So I wish everyone well as we roll up this year that's been filled with a lot of tough days, tear-filled nights, happy circumstances, and medical marvels. I'll be back next week to write about bowl games and to tell stories about the jam-packed house we have through Saturday, I'm sure. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The *other* blog

I've updated the other blog with more pictures of the master bedroom in the house, now that we've completely completed it, in case anyone cares to check it out. I'll have another post there tomorrow about another design trend for 2009 that I dig, and possibly about one that I don't dig. Again, in case you're interested in that kind o' stuff.

Wait...wha? Shhhh!

I srsly think I'm the only one here on my floor toda-

Wait! I just heard a cough! ::runs to find other people in the vast wilderness of cubes::

Monday, December 22, 2008

A sigh of relief. A BIG one.

Well. Does everyone remember that whole fence debacle that I told y'all about in October? If not, and you want to know more, then go here and here to read about it.

They came last week to finally rebuild the new fence. The company that built the first one agreed not to charge us for additional materials and labor (um, yeah! DUH.), but we did upgrade the hardware, so that will be an additional $250, if they ever get the paperwork to me for it. If they don't, well that would be a nice bonus and a perfect gift for making me wait over 2 months from the time they delivered the first fence to us in such an unacceptable state.

For the record, here's what it looked like, on the side of the house were we have the gate entrance to the yard...
Yeeaaaahhh...*eh-em* I think maybe someone was high when they built that thing.

The same guy came out to build the replacement, and don't think I wasn't just a teensy bit worried about what would happen! But it worked out ok. They managed to pick wood that MATCHED, and was more uniform in color, which helped so, soooo much with the overall appearance of the fence. And they also did everything level across the top, like I asked them to...
Amazingly, it looks like an actual professional built this fence for us! The fact that it was the same guy that built that first one and this one as well? Well, it just baffles me, to be frank.

Here is the way the fence looked on the south side of the house. It wasn't terrible, but again, the non-uniformity of the wood, as well as the fact that it wasn't level on top, really chapped my hide...
Rebuilt as per my specifications...
See? Soooo, so much better.

We're very happy that everything was resolved. FINALLY.

Friday, December 19, 2008

I went to the mall. Yeah. I KNOW.

I ordered a pair of pants from the Gap last week that arrived yesterday. (I actually ordered several pairs of pants from both Old Navy and Gap...I needed new khakis for the job at West Elm, and I needed more jeans, because I'm rotating between 2 pair right now and it's annoying.) They were ENORMOUS though, so I had to return them. To the MALL. ::screams in terror:: I figured if I didn't do it now, I would wind up waiting too long to be able to get my money back for them, so I just sucked it up and went. I had to go to Nordstrom anyway. I needed some new shoes, and the shit they have online isn't doing it for me. (I tend to buy my shoes exclusively from Nordys and Aerosoles. I'm weird like that.)

I hate going to the mall in the wintertime. Why? Because after parking outside and schlepping from one end to the other to get to the Gap, and then stopping in at Limited to grab a replacement tank top (and a couple of other tops...what? Everything is 25% off today! It was fucking awesome!) for one that I've had for too long now and is finally showing the wear, and then going into Vic's Secret to see if they had the bras I needed to get since mine are on their last legs (straps?), and they also had a crazy $29.99 bra sale going on that can't be passed up, only to find that half the fucking mall was in there at the same time, and they only had the bra I needed in one color in my size, and I wasn't standing in that damned line for one goddammed bra, and then heading back down to the other end of the mall to Nordys to peruse their shoe section...

::takes big heaving breath::

...I was a sweaty, puddly MESS.

I'd had to take my coat off in Limited to try on the clothes. And I dabbed my brow with my handkerchief there. And then I just kept my coat off, but by the time I got into Vic's Secret, I was sweating even more profusely. And then by the time I got to Nordstrom, I just felt bad for the girl who waited on me. I must have looked disgusting, for chrissakes.

And that is why I hate shopping in wintertime. It was frigid outside when I went in. Even the walk from the car to the store would have been pretty unbearable without my coat, so I didn't even think to leave it in the car. And I also didn't think to bring my smaller purse with me today for the trip to the mall, so I had my Purse That Holds the World with me, and as I was carrying around the whole world, well, it was like walking around with an extra 15 pounds on my arm by the time I took my coat off and carried it with me.

At least I got a decent workout, right? I mean, I sure hope all that sweat wasn't for naught!

I'm so glad that the shoes that I want can be shipped to my house. (They didn't have my size in the store...so they ordered them for me there, and ship them to me for free! I love Nordstrom...) I don't wanna have to go back to the mall for a long, loooong time! It sucks there.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Hahahahaha! In case you're thinking of cheating...

Maybe you should give it a second thought...






Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Who knew it would happen so soon?

Ok, my mood has completely done a 180. Thanks to this. You MUST watch it. So, so effing CUTE! (Warning, it has sound attached...Harry Connick, Jr, no less. Which was perfect, IMO.)

Here...

I thought maybe a visual aid would be helpful when it comes to trying to understand my state of mind right now. I got up earlier from my desk, saw DevilDomo hanging in his spot I put him in back before Halloween, and thought, "Yes. Exactly!" So I thought I'd share.
If you don't get it, you don't get it. No skin off my back.

Let's just hope that things turn around in the next couple of days, mkay? I know I sure as hell do. Its one thing to endure this mood from the outside. Believe me, it is sooo much less fun from the inside...

I give in.

I do not like the person I am right now.

On Monday, after I went to my first ever kickboxng class, I went home and freaked out on Leo because he'd gone shopping for Christmas presents that day, and had sat wrapping them throughout the day. There were a bunch of them, and I asked if he needed name tags to put who they were for on them...we don't usually do that, but because this year his family will be joining us for the holiday, we need to get them.

But he told me all of the presents were for me.

Um, HELL no.

I flipped. I've had to get a 2nd fucking job in order to help pay down the debt we accrued over the last year, thanks to the construction on the house, and I warned him a couple of weeks ago that I bought him 2 things...cheesy things at that!...and that as much as I'd like to, I cannot afford to buy him anything else for Christmas this year. That camera we want? Yeah, its gonna have to wait another couple of months. Sorry!

I told him that if he had the money to spend on those presents, then why the HELL wasn't he giving me more to help pay toward the credit card?

Apparently, the stress release that people generally get from attending a kickboxing class didn't take for me.

I went into the bathroom...the overly huge, ridiculously expensive, stupid fucking bathroom that we had added onto the house...and I started to cry. I felt bad. But I also felt freaked out. So I got in the shower and tried to calm down. And then I apologized to Leo. I didn't want him to feel bad for trying to do nice things! But I explained to him that I have never, EVER, been in this much debt. And it scares the living daylights out of me. And it IS all on me. Everything is. The credit card is in MY name. The house mortgage is in MY name. The Home Depot fucking credit card is in MY name. It's all. on. me.

And its painful to think about sometimes.

I'm being mean to everyone around me, it seems. The dogs, Leo, the random people I run into on the street or in Target or whatever.

I just don't like me right now. And I don't know when that feeling will go away. I don't know how to make that feeling go away. Will it get better when I can start paying down a more significant portion of the debt we owe? Will it get better after I get to see my family and take a little vacation in February? Will it get better when I find out whether or not I'll have my job anymore after January has come and gone? I don't know.

I'm scared. And I want to cry.

Happy holidays, indeed.

*FYI, I've closed the comments on this post...should have from the beginning. I don't need advice...I'm good on getting out of this spot, but that doesn't change the fact that it hurts while I'm in it. And fuck if I dont know that there are less fortunate people than me out there, ok? Jeezy. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but see above comment about how I don't like myself right now. I certainly don't expect anyone else to, either. This was meant as a vent. Not a cry for help.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Snow Day!

It's cold and snowy out, so we're staying in for the day. Fortunately, I brought my computer home for the possible occurrence of a snowy situation just like this. An I also have my phone handy to take cute pictures like this one...
Aawwwww! Wait...why am I left out in the cold? Shit. Mean ol' puppies...

Monday, December 15, 2008

On the contractor front...

Last week, I got an email from my contractor. I saw it flash up in the corner of my screen as it came in, and I didn't wanna look at it. I'm tired of the guy. Don't care if I never hear from him again. (For the record, and for those who are either unaware of WTF I'm talking about and/or were drunk when they read it the first time and have thusly forgotten what occurred, you can read about the last bits of communication between me and the contractor here and here.) However, I did just put up a rather scathing review of him over at the website that I found him through, so I wasn't sure what to expect when he was notified about it. (The service asked if they could contact him to get his side of the story, since I gave him such a low rating. I figured it was only fair.)

Anyway, it wasn't anything to be worried about after all. Here's what he said:

"you need to call 895-6220 ext 2 and reference [random number] to give them a time to do a final inspection when someone will be there to let the inspector in."

I wrote back, "Will do! I guess I’ll have to find out from them what the inspection is for and who they are. Thanks!"

He saw fit to write back to me, apparently realizing that his note was a bit cryptic and ambiguous, even though I'd already called the number and knew what it was all about by the time he responded saying, "they always do a final inspection on the work we did. it is the city of overland park."

Oh, they always do a final inspection. Silly me! Having never had something like this done before, and all, I should have been able to just figure that out! Plus, the project hasn't been completed for over 2 months, or anything, so it's not like the timing is weird. Nah...

So the inspector came by today, and Leo called me to let me know what he'd found and to ask me what I wanted to do about it. Apparently, there's a hole under our bathtub in the bathroom that leads into the crawlspace, and it isn't insulated. At all. So when the guy opened the access panel under the tub and was met with a blast of freezing fucking air, he figured out what the problem was right away.

The guy wanted to know if we wanted to fix it ourselves, or if we wanted to tell the contractor to do it, which would mean he would fail inspection. I didn't heistate to say, "Fail his ass! Are you kidding me? Why the HELL would I wanna fix something that is his damned misake? Fail, fail, FAIL!" And then I had to go, because I was in a meeting when Leo called me, so I called him back later to find out that our electrical panel in the garage also has some loose ends - literally - that need to be cleaned up, so that caused a fail as well.

Neither issue is life-threatening, apparently, even though that elctrical issue clearly isn't something we can fix ourselves, but that was why the guy asked if we wanted to deal with the insulation thing on our own. Hell to the no. Fuck. That. Shit.

I haven't received any kind of lawsuit notice from him, though, so I'm hoping that means he realized he had a no-win kind of complaint against me. Who knows. He might decide to just wait until the new year to come after me. Anyway, just wanted to update on that, since it's so fun and all. Woo.

::teeth chattering::

Ok, it is WAY too fucking cold out for it to be December right now. Did I miss a couple of weeks? Is it January already and no one told me? Holy SHIT it is cold out!

That's all for now. I've been in my office for 20 minutes already, and I'm still trying to thaw. More later, I'm sure...Hope everyone had a good weekend!

Friday, December 12, 2008

BAH!

I can't access blogger today at work, for some reason. Its giving me some bullshit Google error when I try...something about me looking like spyware or a virus trying to access it? I dunno. Its stupid. I even went so far as to log off the machine and then log back on, and cleared my history and cookies from my browser. No good. Whatever. That's what a Blackberry is good for!

I just wanted to tell everyone that I got that 2nd job at West Elm that I wanted. Should start in the next couple of weeks, I hope. Its not big bucks or anything, but it'll help. And I'm just a lowly stockgirl, so its nothing glamorous, either, but I'm looking forward to it nonetheless.

Hope everyone has a great weekend! Mine might be spent in the bathroom...we'll see. I ate a turkey burger for lunch that might have been cooked improperly...not sure yet. Seemed ok, for the most part. I'll get back to you if anything happens. Because food poisoning is FUN!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

News from the left lane...

I found this story interesting. I don’t know if it’s because I’m from California, or because I’m just smart, but I have always been aware of the fact that the left lane on a highway – or in any case, really…even on a sidestreet…is considered to be the “passing lane.” They kind of taught it to us when I was learning how to drive. So, yeah…

Anyway, I’m sure the phenomena of getting pissed off at someone who’s just driving in the passing lane isn’t exactly a foreign one to most of us, but I think the guy in the article that specifically says that he gets a decent reaction to his sign that says “REVO EVOM” (or “MOVE OVER” in reverse, so it can be read properly from the rear-view mirror of the car in front of him…brilliant!) is right about his approach. Not tailgating, and remaining somewhat courteous is the smart way to do it. Particularly with that sign involved. If you don’t have the sign? Well, I’ve found that a simple thumb motion to the right can help. Sometimes it doesn’t, though.

Anyway, I think the major problem is the people who aren’t aware of the law in most states. Or of just the courteousness of the idea of only using that left lane as a passing lane. Years ago (1998), I had to go to traffic school in order to get out of a ticket and the points it would put on my license if I didn’t attend. In California, we have that option. Not sure if they do it anywhere else. It was the last ticket that I’ve received, actually. But it was a doozy. I had caused an accident by running a red light. I got t-boned. Everyone was fine, but it sucked nonetheless. (And I still say that light was yellow! But I really wouldn’t know for sure…I wasn’t looking at it. I was searching for a shoe store that I had been told was having an awesome sale. And in doing so, I just drifted through the intersection, following the traffic in front of me, thinking that the light was still green. Oops!) So I went to traffic school and served my time.

One of my favorite parts of traffic school is when we go around the room and find out why everyone is there. My reason, as was the case for most of the participants, was relatively boring…we were all there for speeding, or for causing small accidents, etc...But there was one guy – a small Japanese man who couldn’t have been a day under 60 – who was sitting in the front of the room. And when it came time for him to share, the police officer running the class said, “Oh, you guys are gonna love this one. Go ahead…tell them all why you’re here.”

He started to stammer out his explanation, and seemed a bit confused, to be honest. We were all hanging on his answer, though, thanks to the introduction by the police officer! He finally managed to say, “I don’t understand. I’m here to make license ok!” So the police officer had to explain it for him instead. Because, srsly, this dude did not have a single clue why he had gotten a ticket, or why he had to attend traffic school, or anything.

So the police officer told us, “He was pulled over for going 55 on the freeway.” Ok…not bad, even though the speed limit on most freeways in California was 65 at that time. Then he continued, “…in the CARPOOL LANE. When there was no traffic halted at all.”

"Oooooh!" we all groaned. And the man looked around the room and stammered a bit more about how he “did nothing wrong” and “was going under speed limit!”

Oh, small, stupid man. So lucky he didn’t get a wedgie from one of the speeders during a bathroom break.

This was a prime example of someone who (a) had no fear for his life on an LA freeway, (b) didn’t understand what the carpool lane is used for, much less the far left lane next to the carpool lane, and (c) thought that going under the speed limit was a GOOD thing. Um, no. No it isn’t.

That was the class where I learned that the best lane to travel in if you want to go under or at speed limit is the 2nd lane over on the freeway. That way, you allow for traffic to get on and off the freeway without being in their way, and you give people plenty of room to get around you if they want. (Which, lets face it, they probly will.) Hopefully, that small, aging Japanese man took that lesson to heart as well. Dude could have gotten himself, and whoever was with him, killed doing shit like that!

In related news, the drive home last night sure was fun. Took me about twice as long as it usually does…not terrible, but not nice either. Hope everyone else faired well after that storm moved through!

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

That doesn't add up...

Its supposed to snow starting...well, now, until later this afternoon. There's a huge blue mass showing over the area on Weather.com, and it's coming down fairly hard outside my office right now (almost 10:30 a.m. CST).

But its only supposed to add up to 1 inch of snow? After over 6 hours of it being like this? Huh?

I have to trust it, I guess. But I drove my car today, and my car doesn't like to drive in snow when it gets heavier than 2 inches on the ground. Dammit.

Leo and I shop for groceries on Sunday nights. This past Sunday, we combined our shopping trip with a trip to Target at 119th Street, so we could get the stuff we needed from Target, but also pick up groceries. Seems easy enough, right?

WRONG. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

People, I don't know what's so hard about this, but yeah...there's a heavier volume of folks in the store this time of year. They might be pushing carts around in front of them. Do not let your general concept of courteous behavior go flying out the fucking window because you suddenly think that your shopping is somehow more important than everyone else's, ok? It's rude to just push on ahead of people that were walking in the same direction you now want to take. Its also rude to park your cart in the middle of an aisle, and then look up to see that you are blocking people who need to get through, but then just leave it where it is. I actually had to say to a woman, "I'm sorry, can I get past you?" when I was trying to finish up my shopping trip on Sunday night. I just wanted to get home and make dinner. That's all! Just get my shit, pay for it, go home, and make dinner. I'm sorry this woman was unable to find whatever model of hairdryer it was that she had her heart set on. But blocking the aisle for everyone else wasn't gonna help her, honestly.

That's my public service announcement...for today. I will also tell you that Pottery Barn has these pillow covers on sale for an additional 30% off at their store in Leawood right now. I bought them for $16.99 yesterday to replace the pillow covers that Jake saw fit to destroy a week after I bought the new pillows from Target to decorate the house with for Christmas. I got him back, though. I stepped on him this morning. Because I'm eeeeviiiiilll**. Mwahahahahahaha!


**Ok, I'm not eeeeviiiilll. It was dark when I went in to say goodbye to Leo, and he was right by the door when I opened it. Poor thing! I stepped on him HARD. He just made this "oof!" noise, and I collapsed to hold him and pet him and check if he was ok. He started licking my arm after a second, so I knew he was alright. I put him on the bed, pet him a little bit more, and then went to kiss Leo goodbye. I felt so, soooo bad. So the exact opposite of evil, really.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Well, slap my ass and call me Sally.

The Twin just got a job. A good one. One she can make a living off of.

It's a Festivus MIRACLE!

Ok, ok...its not a miracle, but I am really damned happy for her, is the thing.

Head on over and congratulate her, will ya? She probably doesn't have a post up about it yet, but she will. I'm sure she will.


YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!

Thursday, December 04, 2008

That is NOT a bucket. But that sure would be fun!

In talking with the Twin last night on my way home from work, I realized that the avatar I currently use isn't clear to everyone. So I thought I'd explain it.

That is a drink, my friends. A great, big, yummy drink called "blueberry vodka and soda, with a lime." That particular picture was taken after I'd had a couple of tall ones. Usually I order them short, but it was a baaaaad week that week. So I drank them tall all weekend. It was an awesome time. (You should ask Leo. No, wait...don't.)

I'd like to dive into 2 or 4 or 10 of them every night, but that'd be supah-expensive. So I just keep them to special occassions now and then. It's nice to see it up there in the corner like that all the time. Comforting. Like a cool, limey, refreshing pool of happy.

Shocking that I'm not an alchy, eh? Ha!

Jake playing in the snow last weekend...

I don't know if this video will look better here than it does on YouTube, but I took it with my phone, so whatdya want?

I also had to do it through the storm door, because whenever I went outside to record Jake in the snow, he would run down to the grass, and run around in circles. He was very excited. I just thought it was funny how he kind of attacked the snow. Watch it if you want a little giggle.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Blank

This is just a crappy, crappy day. I need several of my avatars, and a pillow to rest my head on.

Good night...

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Uummm...yeah. Discuss.

We've been discussing this stuff on the message board I'm a member of. I feel the need to share. And ask for your opinions. And share the horrors.

Look here.

And here. (A couple of the girls on the board think this one isn't real. I think that if it is, its DAMNED scary. Twin, watch out! Watch the fuck out!!!)

Embarrassment

No less than 2 times in the past 3 weeks, I have smiled and waved at a guy as I drive into the parking garage at work, thinking he's my boss. He looks a lot like him! But he is not him. I'm finding it difficult to break this random streak of friendliness toward that stranger, though. Since I don't see him every day, when I do, I get confused again, and have to hold back from making eye contact, and smiling and then waving. And then it only takes a second for me to realize that it was not my boss I was waving at, but some dude that I don't know.

He always waves back, though. Hm.

I'm also having a hard time with the buttons on my new Blackberry when its in my pocket, outside of the carrying case I have for it. Yesterday, I bumped into the shopping cart I was pushing while I was on the phone with the Twin, and I hung up on her. That's not as bad as when I left the store, though, and ran into a dipshit who didn't know how to pull out of a parking spot...she was backing out, even though I was walking right next to her, and then she turned and finally saw me, and continued to back out anyway! So I start calling her a mutherfucking dumbass, and a complete dolt, etc, etc...and finally finished the walk to my car to load my groceries. When I climbed into my car, I pulled my phone out of my pocket to find that it had called "Grams." Yeah, that's Leo's grandparents' house.

Fuck. Me.

I hung up right away, so I have no idea if anyone was on the other end of the line. Since the phone was in my pocket, all I could hope was that they couldn't hear my profanity-filled grumblings while the call was live. After checking the history of the call later, I saw that it was only live for 22 seconds, so it must have happened when I started loading the groceries into my trunk. I hope. ::sigh!::

Anyway, point is, I'm cool. 'Nuff said.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Ha ha...very funny.

It’s been a while since something like this has happened. Back in 2005, I wrote about a similar occurrence that involved a pair of sunglasses.

To sum up for those who don’t wanna click to read, I’d gone home for Christmas (home being California) in December of 2004, and left my favorite pair of sunglasses there on accident. I don’t buy expensive sunglasses, so there wasn’t any sense in having them sent to me, or anything. I just bought new ones at Target to replace them, and moved on with things.

6 months later, I reached into my purse to grab my sunglasses as I backed out of the garage, and I found two pairs instead of one. The ones on top? Yeah, they were the ones I’d left in California at Christmas.

How did they get to my purse? Hell if I know! All I can tell you is (a) I don’t change purses like some women do…I carry one bag for a long while, and when it finally breaks down, I buy a new one and throw the old one away. So it’s not like I just lost the other pair in my bag, and thought that I’d left them in California all that time. They weren’t there. And now they were sitting right on top of all the stuff I had in there that I searched through daily to obtain things like my wallet and cell phone and lipstick. And (b) I have not worn those sunglasses since I found them that day. It freaked me the FUCK OUT finding them like that in my bag, seeming to have travelled all the way from California on their own over the course of the previous 6 months. They currently sit in front of a picture of my father’s mother in my bedroom. Because I honestly don’t know if she’s the one screwing with me, or if it’s my own mom, or someone else entirely.

Anyway. It’s happened again.

Last spring, I bought a couple of racer-back tank tops that were on sale at Old Navy. A gray one and a black one, good for lounging around the house, and layering and stuff. I wore them a couple of times, and then they up and disappeared. I was sad, because they were super comfy, and very soft, so I searched for them in all my drawers, multiple times mind you, and just chalked it up to an accidental discarding during one of my cleaning-out-the-drawers moments, and moved on.

Last week, feeling a bit stressed out already, I had to go in and sort and fold the laundry, like I always do, on Sunday nights. Leo and I do our own laundry separately, so it’s just my pile of undies, socks, and comfy clothes that I need to quickly work through before bed each week. I can’t remember what I was stressed about last week…could have been any number of things really, but when I got to the end of the pile, and I pulled out a super-soft, comfy racer-back black tank that I hadn’t seen in 6 months, it sent me over the edge a bit.

Leo keeps his clothes in separate piles in laundry baskets in the closet, instead of hanging them in the closet or folding them and putting them into drawers. I flipped out, yelling about how living like a teenager who’s just gone off to college isn’t what I signed up for, and it disgusted me to see it, and blahblahblah-me-being-a-PITA-wife-cakes. When I found the tank top, I asked him if he’d had it buried in his laundry all this time, and just failed to tell me about it when he found it, and decided to throw it into my laundry basket without telling me instead? He insisted he had nothing to do with it. I seethed for a bit, slammed some doors, and then went to bed.

Last night was a calmer one, laundry and attitude-wise. I went in to fold my laundry after watching a bit of “Elf” that had recorded on the TiVo, and once again, I came to the bottom of the pile as I sorted out the workout clothes from the work clothes and the socks and lounge-wear, and reached in to grab a bit of gray material that was soft…and familiar…and damned if it wasn’t the other racer-back tank top that I had bought to layer with the black one that turned up last week!

I took it out to the living room where Leo was still watching “Elf” and showed it to him. I asked, again, if he was fucking with me, and if he’d found the tank tops in his laundry baskets and just didn’t want to tell me that he’d had them buried in there all this time? He insists that he has nothing to do with them showing up in my laundry like this.

So there ya have it. Kind of fun, weird, fucked up ghosty activity around the house. What other explanation for it is there? They weren’t just hanging out in my laundry basket all this time…it’s small, and when I do laundry, I empty it every week…so its not like some stuff gets washed while some hangs out in the basket. They weren’t in the drawer all this time, either. Again, I clean it out often, so when I searched for them after they initially disappeared last spring, I would have found them when I looked. Regardless, I know what I throw into my laundry basket every week, and it’s the fact that they’re showing up there, and not just randomly back in the drawer where I store them that freaks me out.

But where does this stuff go when it gets, um, taken? THAT is what confuses me the most.

Anyone else ever experience crap like this? I know it’s called Disappearing Object Phenomenon, but this isn’t the form it generally takes. Usually, with DOP, it’s something like a set of keys, or a remote control that completely disappears, and after a good amount of searching, shows back up in the exact place that you remember leaving it. This lends itself to leaving one feeling like they’re losing it a bit. It’s not nice. Since my stuff goes on vacation for months at a time, it’s not as frustrating to me, really. It’s a teensy bit sucky, but it’s nothing that makes me feel like I’m losing my mind. It’s clearly paranormal, in my case. That makes it easier to deal with, IMO, if that makes any sense.

Share your own experiences with this phenomenon in the comments. I’d love to hear about them!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Hi!

Working from home today, so I haven't been around much. I woke up at the normal time, but then I went to the gym at 7 for the first time in a while, thanks to my head and chest finally feeling better.

Then I went to Target to buy the final touches I needed to decorate for Christmas with this year. And it's pulled everything together beautifully, if I do say so myself! I'll take pictures and put them up over at the other blog, so head over there over the next few days if you want to see how the house is coming together at this point. I updated today with info about the new living room config, so if you care about that kind of crap, check it out.

People are being disgustingly normal and nice right now, so I have no. material. for updating with. Its kind of pissing me off! Aside from old people driving badly and tending to get in my way while they do it, things have been pleasant in my head. It sucks!

Tomorrow being Thanksgiving, I guess I should just be thankful for the peace, or something. Hm.

Let's see...I have a lot of things to be thankful for right now, actually. I know I only mentioned it briefly here back in October, but I have been waiting to hear if West Elm will hire me for a part time position in their new store in Leawood...and they finally called me this week to set up a 2nd interview for next Monday, and have started calling my references, so looks like that might work out. Which is awesome because I so need the extra cash right now. I need help combatting the ever-climbing credit card debt, and I also have a couple of other ideas for what I might like to do with extra cash, too. We'll see.

I'm also truly thankful to have my allergies and that fucking nasty cold under control at last. It has been wearing on me (and Leo) a lot. Bye bye stupid fucking cold!

I'm thankful that the Twin finally found a job. I hope the money that she makes starts to help soon.

And more than anything else, I'm truly thankful that my dad has continued to get better and better ever since his lung transplant he got in February. When I saw him in October, it was amazing to see the strides he's made in his road back to health. And it sounds like he just is getting better and better. He gets to see a bunch of family tomorrow when he and the rest of my family (that're in California, anyway) go to my aunt's house for Thanksgiving dinner, as is custom in our family. The Twin and I talked about it the other day, and it should be exciting to hear about how everyone responds to seeing him as healthy as he is now. I think the last time a lot of them saw him was at my wedding last October, when he was on the verge of death, and couldn't go for longer than 20 minutes without being hooked up to his oxygen tank. He no longer needs that oxygen tank.

And as always, I'm thankful for all my friends and blogging cohorts that I've become acquainted with over the years. I love you guys, and I love that you continue to come and read here, and that you continue to entertain me as well. Keep it up, or I'll have to make fun of you. Yeah. No one wants that, I'm sure.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Hope you guys have a great day, whatever you spend it doing.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

What? WHAAAAAT???

Air Canada is being forced by the Canadian Transportation Agency to provide extra seats to overweight (and disabled...but I don't take issue with that, really) passengers at no additional charge. (Read story here.)

How does that make any sense? Being a mite (i.e. 50 fucking pounds) overweight myself, I know exactly what it is that's gotten me to this point...myself. I'm still able to sit comfortably enough in coach seats on most flights I'm on, but I have to say that the last time I flew to Orange County proved to me that I can't get much bigger unless I plan on upgrading to Business Class when I fly. Those coach seats are a little tight for my taste.

But then again, I do like my personal space, even when I'm on a plane or what have you.

Anyway, I think this ruling is total CRAP. If people are so overweight that they need two seats in order to be comfortable/for others to be comfortable around them, they should have to pay for it. If they think otherwise, then they are in denial, and need to seek counseling.

What do you think about this kind of rule?

Monday, November 24, 2008

Whew. All done!

I spent a good portion of the morning creating a new blog based on my love for all things design and decor.

Well, wait...not all things, really. I mean, I don't know who or what inspires people to love things like this rug...

...or this bedding ensemble...

So I guess I should just say that the blog I created was to save you all the posts about my latest obsession. So I can get back to the real fun. The fun of making fun of people who, say, buy things like that rug and bedding ensemble up there! Woo!

I'm gonna give a link to the new blog here and only here. And maybe in my blogroll eventually...we'll see. I don't want anyone to be alarmed, but I used my real name on it. ::gasp!:: I know, I know...it scared me, too. But I know that some of the people who read here are still interested in my design and decorating crap, and I also want to bump readership of the new blog as best I can to get it going, and how better to do that than to link to it from my incredibly popular and awesome current blog, hm? That's right.

It's called "Inspired By..." because it's all about inspiration that I run into day to day. Whether it be inspiration for how I want to decorate a future or our current home, or how I want to be able to dress next weekend, or how I wish I could decorate the Twin's home if she'd let me...that's what I'll be posting about there. The things that I'm drawn to the most. The things that I covet the most. Wish lists, and fantasies about what I'd do if... You know how it goes.

Anyway, visit it if you want. Ask questions here or there or whatever. Hope you like it!

Friday, November 21, 2008

Local honey?

Ok. I gave up and finally went to the doctor today for whateverthefuck it is that I have. (Remember I had that flu a couple of weeks ago? And then last week I was relatively ok, but over the weekend, I started getting stuffy and coughy and sneezy? It's just gotten worse, and worse, and worse this week...)

First of all, she reminded me that we need to change our air filter in the furnace. It's been at least 6 weeks, and it needs to be done right away, because I'm pretty sure it was one of the flimsy-need-to-change-it-weekly kinds that we got for the house during construction. Now that we don't have construction dust of any kind flying through the air nonstop, we can go back to the $30 allergen reducers that only need to be changed every 3 months! WOO!

Secondly, she looked at the back of my throat and could confirm both the severe allergies I'm being attacked by (red with white spots that are really, really bad now that I've let it go so long), as well as the sinus infection (snot running down the back of my throat...pretty!), and prescrbed shit accordingly.

Hopefully, that means I'll be back to full fighting strength as of Monday. I haven't been able to work out regularly or sleep well for the last few weeks, and both those negatives add up to a body that can't fight things on its own so well, dammit.

But I've also lost 6 pounds over the past 3 weeks, as of last Saturday. I thank my lowered appetite for that though.

I had a friend suggest that I eat local honey to ward off the newly born allergies, as it works super-well for her husband. I'd forgotten about that tidbit until she mentioned it, as I remember hearing about it a while ago, but its never applied to me until now. I've never had allergies before. Not like this, anyway. This is baaaaad.

Anyone know of where I can pick up some local honey? Whole Foods? Regular old supermarket? Online? Point me in the direction of my possible salvation, wouldya? Danka!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Good gawd on a pogo stick.

This chick can't be real. No fucking way.

Style Rookie

Thanks to Erin, I'm pretty sure that my life has lost all meaning.

In the mood to share.

Last night, we had the opportunity to "test" (i.e. use) the new ultrasonic dog bark deterent we bought from Hammacher Schlemmer in an attempt to save our sanity, and that of our neighbors.

It. was. awesome!!!

Apparently, Leo popped it onto the deck first, and Izzy had a reaction to it that was immediate and very, very wussy. Which is just like her, so yay! (She then had a hard time feeling comfortable going back outside without whining a bit first and seeming uncomfy with it. I wish she could understand me when I tell her that she's fine...as long as she doesn't fucking BARK! But she doesn't, so oh well! Hopefully she figures it out over time.) Jake seemed confused. He'd bark, and then stop. But then he'd bark again a little bit later, and then stop. And we aimed it at the neighbor's hound dogs because they are what cause Jake to bark the most, and while it seemed to work on them initially, and we thought we were going to be the fucking saviors of the neighborhood, eventually they just continued to do their howling thing, somehow, and the ultrasonic noise seemed to fail to have any further affect on them. No matter...Jake is our concern. And he was just sitting on the deck staring at them as they barked. So we done good on our end of things, dammit!

I thought about it later, and wondered if it would have a negative effect on dogs like our neighbor to the east, named Zoe. Who is the sweetest dog in the world, and I don't wanna hurt her ears! I asked my neighbor that I carpool with on Thursdays if he noticed any problems with his dog, Lebo. He said she was fine. He said she did seem to suddenly want more attention than usual, though. So I don't know if that was her reacting to the sound or not. It really shouldn't have been able to make it into their house...it only has a 50 yard radius, and they're beyond that.

I was also worried that it would hurt the dogs somehow. But a little research just told me that its not painful, just uncomfortable, and that's what deters the continuous barking.

So I am happy to report that if you have a yappy dog, and you feel sorry for your neighbors because of it, but you love the dog so you don't plan on getting rid of it or, you know, killing it, or anything, this product is SUPAH-helpful. You can't use it indoors, though...only outside. It's too, too loud to their sensitive puppeh ears to use inside a walled space, so that would definitely be mean to do.

We're thinking of getting another one to put on our deck, so we can keep Jake mellow when Lebo is out in her yard, too. The fence that separates him from her is outside the 50 yard radius (we have a big mutherfucking yard, yo!), so we need another one set at a lower radius (25 should do it), so he can keep quiet when he's visiting with her through the fence. I don't know why he gets so excited when it comes to visiting with puppies through the fence! I think it's because he wants to play with them, instead of just being able to see and sniff them, but I'm no dog whisperer, so there's no way to tell for sure. Often, his jumpy excitedness just makes the other dogs move away from the fence faster. So I'm hoping that if he can visit with them without being all high-pitched-barky-obnoxious about it, it will work in his favor.

All in all, this seems like an awesome solution thus far, so I wanted to share in case it would be helpful to anyone else who has an issue with an exciteable puppy in their house. Because people who have issues like we do, but don't do anything about it? Well, that's just mean.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Oh, hi douche!

Douche in the red Ford F-250 Dickmobile with KS license plate 598 AEQ that thought it was oh so clever the way you cut me off this morning at 75th and Nall?
Yeah, you're a DOUCHEBAG. Just because you turned on your turn signal before you started to muscle into my lane doesn't mean you were ok to go. You need to wait until I acknowledge your intention to move over by either giving you some ROOM to do so, or waving or something. Fucker. Can't just move over because your blinking light has been activated. Or maybe the fact that you were on our cell phone made you just forget that simple rule of the road, eh? In which case, maybe you aren't actually as able as you think you are when it comes to the multitasking while driving dealio.

Asshole.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Retro...ME.

I'm sick again. I was ok last week...still sort of recovering from the flu nastiness that I'd had the week before, but was feeling better. And then I started getting stuffy on Friday again, which turned into a full-blown attack of awfulness overnight into Saturday. And I haven't been able to shake it since. I'm thinking its allergies, but its a cough, and head stuffiness, and just unhappy. I'm taking basic meds (benadryl and sudaphedrine) for it, but I'm thinking I'm gonna have to go to the doctor soon to make sure I don't need an antibiotic instead. Dammit.

So forgive me for my lack of creativity, but all I can do lately is focus on getting the house ready for guests in a few weeks, dream of our wish-list of items we want to get, and then actually purchase the things we can (sort of) afford to get. So I thought I'd share. If you aren't interested in how we decorate our house, or what I'm wearing today, you might as well just stop reading now. ;)

This is the framed picture we plan on getting from Z Gallery for over the dresser in the bedroom. We went, we looked, we fell in love. We didn't buy it right away because we wanted to think about it more, but we've decided we can't stop thinking about it, so it's the winner. It's Matisse's "Tree." We love it!
This is the shelf we wanted to get for the bedroom from West Elm, but with shipping and handling (it isn't in the store, so we can't buy it there), we just cannot justify the cost. But its a future possibility. Maybe...
Instead, we bought two of these from Target when they were on sale last week for $112. All of the buyer comments are raving about it, and one of them suggested leaving off the back when we put it together, which is what we plan to do. We'll place them side-by-side in the master. Of course I'll take pictures when they are in the room.
It matches the bench we already bought for the room...
Another wish-list item from West Elm is this sectional they have. I think I'd like it in leather, but Leo doesn't like that. Plus, its kinda pricey in leather. Anyway, the scale of it would be perfect for our living room! But again, we cannot justify the expense right now. I'd try to sell our current couch, if Jake (asshole) hadn't chewed up one of the pillows to the point where I need to replace the zipper. Oh, btw, anyone know how I get a zipper replaced on a couch cushion? Please advise in the comments if ya do.
Over the weekend, I stopped to grab a sandwich after a particularly productive Saturday morning flurry of activity hanging shelves, photos, and generally cleaning up the spaces of the house that have been a mess since we moved everything back in after construction. There was a girl at the sandwich place that was wearing an adorable outfit I tried my bes to somewhat replicate on Saturday night when we went to the Moose, but it was impossible due to a lack of one very important item. A retro-style jacket that pulled the whole thing together. I was very sad.
Sunday, Leo and I stopped by Target to grab some baskets for storage in the office, and on our way out, I found this!
It is PERFECT, and exactly what I needed! I'm wearing it right now, in fact. And I feel adorable. (If stuffy-headed...)

Friday, November 14, 2008

License Plate Game!

Last night on the way home, I saw a car with a license plate that said "HTEFUL" on it. It made me cock my head to the side, since, as a well-known hateful person myself, I can't imagine I'd just advertise that quality in such a manner.

Am I reading the license plate wrong? What do you see in those letters? Or is it too late now, and my power of suggestion has caused you all to see exactly what I see? Sorry about that...just add it to the list of things you can hate about me! :P

Also, I have a note in my notebook that I wrote a while ago, but forgot about until now. I made the note while I was behind a car that had a bumper sticker (which are hideous and awful and blech-inducing in their own right) that said "Jesus is my Homeboy" on it. And it was a 20-something chick driving the car.

Um, WTF?

Not that I have a problem with Jesus being one's "Homeboy" of course, but it just seemed a bit...out there to me. First of all, the term "Homeboy" is sooo, so 90's. And to refer to Jesus that way, even with the respectful capital letter at the beginning of the word, just seems to be sacrilege to me. Almost as much as sticking the sticker onto the car in the first place.

Its Friday! I get to have sushi tonight! With friends we haven't seen in a while! Woo!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

I love carpooling!

Today was my neighbor's day to drive to work. There's something nice about being driven to work by someone else, and not having to worry about parking and all that crapola. Its like a free day for my arteries and blood pressure. Aaaaahhhhhh....

I have pictures and stuff that I need to upload in order to tell proper stories, so I don't have anything real to post today. Except that I knew that this would eventually come out as a hoax, and can't believe I didn't say it last week. I also wish that politics would just go away. Just go away NOW! ::sigh!:: But its still everywhere, thanks to the crappy state of the economy, and how the government is seeing fit to try to "fix" it. Its really tiresome to someone a apathetic as myself.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

On which occassion, there was some cake. And martinis.

A couple of weeks ago, Leo and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary. Being as awesome as I am, I'm just now getting around to sharing some of the pictures we took that night.

We drank multiple martinis...
This caused us to take pictures like this...(no Jakes were harmed in the drinking of those martinis)
Later, after finishing a dinner of boneless leg of lamb with homemade vinaigrette and chickpea puree (which was fucking fabulous...I've never been so excited about having leftovers before in my life. NEVER!), we drank a couple more martinis and then had cake, which Leo had toiled over all day long. He made a raspberry reduction to put in between the layers of the dark chocolate devils food cake he made, and then he frosted that with dark chocolate icing. Fucking. A.

Ok, again, I just want to remind you about the drinking of martinis that had taken place for several hours...

We have a cake...together, no?
That's MY piece!
Srsly. Gimme my cake...
It was a lovely night, and hardly any hangover at all, which was weird. Because, did I mention the martinis? Yeah. I don't get it.

Anyway, there ya go! Back to work with me now...

Monday, November 10, 2008

If its not one thing, its another.

At the outset, I'd like to state that I know that the "problems" I have in my life might not seem like a huge deal to other people. There are people dealing with death, and bills they can't pay, and evil exes that are a PITA, etc, etc...

So don't think that when I go on and on about issues that have to do with my contractor, or my fence, or my horrible nighmares I had last night (whichwere downright fucked the HELL up!), that I don't realize that I'm lucky. But I'm also just feeling run down and stressed by it all, too. So that's why I vent about it here. Ok? I hope that's ok...

Because while it seems like the contractor madness of last week might be settling down (at this point, I have to wait and see if he's going to install the window, and then decide if I just need to move on and wait to see if I get served with a lawsuit, or if I should go ahead with a complaint to the Contractor Licensing Board, or what...so I don't know were we stand with all that, really), the fence issue is just getting fired up. And thinking about having to sue someone like Home Depot (because they're the ones I bought the fence through, so I can't go after the idiots that actually built the ugly mutherfucking thing) makes my head spin. And gives me nightmares, apparently.

Basically, they askd me las week what Iwas expecing to have done on the fece to make it acceptable. I replied tha cant see it being fixed without them completely staring oer and building a new fence, since I want it to look like this...
...and not like this...
But they don't wanna rebuild it. They have all kinds of excuses for why my fence looks the way it does, including the ugly fucking hardware being the reason for the gap in the gate, and all, so it sounds like they aren't planning on working with me afer all. Which leaves me wondering why they even ASKED what I wanted, since they were just gonna disregard it anyway!???
Its retarded. And tiresome. And makes me want to drink heavily, so I need to stop thinking about it now, really. Except that I need to call the Home Depot rep to see where they stand on all of this, since I haven't heard from her since last Wednesday. ::sigh:: Yeah, yeah...I know. Woe is me. Blah.

Friday, November 07, 2008

::sigh!:: Good lord, there's more...

Unbelievable. He sent another email. Wow.

"It's unfortunate to read your responses and see so much hatefullness after the effort that has been applied to this project. I only asked for a statement about our final billing, and instead received a threat. therefore, you can pick your window up at home depot at 135 th and 69 hwy. we will weigh our options and respond."

I don't know what he though it was to tell me that I had two options, either to go to arbitration or he'll contact his lawyer, but apparently, I was the one who sent a threat to him. Riiiigggghhht.

I couldn't help it this time. I let loose a little bit in my response (Twin, hopefully I made ya proud):

"I’m not trying to be hateful, [contactor], but I’m tired. This project exhausted me, and you’ve taken it beyond the limit of insulting by telling me that because of a software glitch on *your end* of the line, *I am* responsible for an amount beyond that which is in our contract, which you signed as well. If you had a software problem, why don’t you take it up with the software company?

Also, I wish you’d stop saying that you brought the error to my attention, when it was ME who brought it to YOUR attention. I have the email proof! I have your response! I don’t understand why you’re making this out to be an issue that I somehow am responsible for. It’s tiresome and annoying to have to keep stating the same thing over and over. We signed a contract. We abide by that contract. For some reason, I am the only person in this professional relationship that seems to understand that concept.

Your installers broke the window when they installed it. I am not going to be held responsible for the installation of the replacement. You need to install it in order to comply with the contract. Since you don’t apparently stand by anything that a contract stands for, I have no choice but to file the complaint, as previously stated in my email earlier today.

I’ve been counseled throughout this process by my father, who has been a general contractor for over 35 years in the commercial as well as the residential field in California and Nevada. I trust his judgment when he tells me that the contract is a binding agreement. He asked me if we had made any changes to the project as we went along, I told him that we had. He said that any changes that occur need to be done through change orders that are submitted and agreed upon and paid separately, which is what we did per the contractual agreement we both signed in April. He advised me to file the complaint through the Contractor Licensing Board if you decided that you weren’t going to uphold your end of the contract, and that is exactly what I plan to do.

I’m being honest. If you see that as “hateful” there’s nothing I can do about it. Except stop responding to your emails, which I plan to do from this point forward."

I wish I'd pointed out the fact that he was the one who made a threat first, and that I had no choice but to reply accordingly. I mean, basically, he told me that I can't have my window until I agree to give him more money. Helloooo? Extortion? (Is that extortion?) Whatever, it's RUDE. And so I replied as I'd been advised to!

I hope he stop sending me emails. Because, good GOD, I already have enough incentive to get drunk as hell tonight! I don't need more, thanks. Jeesh!

UPDATED: Feeling better, but didn't count on the sickening emails.

You guys won't believe this. My contractor is prepared to sue me. (For the long, detailed version of how we last left off on this situation, clickedy on this linkedy.)

I know, I know! Dude is NUTS, right? Yeah, I think so, too. It's too bad, really. He has a young family, and everything. It must be so hard to raise children when you're insane.

Anyway, he sent me an email yesterday that said the following:

"your window is now in. I thought i would hear back from you regarding our final invoicing, but unfortunatley have not. My dilema is how to handle the difference in pricing that was originally sent (in error) and what was supposed to have been sent. While i fully understand your position based off of your previous emails, i still am left with a project that did not meet it's costs simply due to a programing error in our computer. We notified you [oh my GOD!!! NO HE DIDN'T! I notified HIM. GAH! GAAAAAHHHH!!!] that this contract was flawed shortly after we began the work. (back in may). If you had intentions to not pay us, we could have and probably would have either not choosen to continue, or shown why this project would not have met it's costs.

so, at this point, we both need to consider options. I will heavily consider any type of partial payment towards the correct totals, and call it even. I'm sorry to bring this up, but i can't do work and end up having to pay for the privelage of completing the job. I could have left the place unfinished, but i would not do that as well.

If you feel you have no obligation to pay us any additional money [which I don't, DUH], then i will have to consider two other options:

1/send the contract to an arbitrator to get a ruling. that will mean both of us will probably have to go and explain what circumstances surrounded this remodel.
2/send to attorney for reiview.

i don't prefer the latter, but i also can't see working on a project and end up doing it for negative numbers. I am very sorry this has to surface. i'm happy with the results of the job, and hate to bring this up due to a stupid problem in our computer program."

So I talked to dad last night again to make sure I had my ducks in a row, and he agreed with me that I just needed to send a note in response saying the same thing I did in October, but also restating the fact that we would like the broken window that's in our closet to be replaced by either himself or a member of his team licensed to do so, as it was broken during installation in the course of construction. Here's how I responded:

"As I stated in my email to you on October 13th, 'At this point in time, I feel very uncomfortable discussing anything related to the payment on the project since it remains incomplete. Once the carpet is installed, our window is repaired, and the key to our home has been returned, I will respond accordingly.'

Right now the only thing left on that list is our window remains unrepaired. I have spoken with a trusted source who has advised me to not install that window myself, so if we could set up a time for you or another professional who is on your team to install it that would be the preferred course of action. It was broken during construction, and thus is a part of the project that needs to be completed on your behalf.

[Leo] will be home on Monday and Tuesday. Please let me know if either of those days are convenient for you or a member of your team to come to replace the broken window. He’s also home by 3:30 Wednesday – Friday, if a time on one of those days would be more convenient for you. I’m going to request that the window be replaced within 10 business days, so just let me know what time/when will work best.
Thank you."

If he fails to complete the project by not installing the window, I'm going to let him know that I'm filing a formal complaint with the state Contractor Licensing Board. If he threatens, again, to sue me, I'm gonna tell him that he can go right ahead.

This guy is a piece. of. work.

UPDATE:
Received this response from him:
"we will be happy to do so. First, we will need a statement from you regarding your intentions about our final balance."

My response back:
"In that case, since you are refusing to complete the project you are under contract to complete, I have no choice but to file a complaint with the state Contractor Licensing Board."

His response back to THAT:
"Fine, and i will assure you a law suit."

Mine back to him:
"Good luck with that! See you in court."

Awesome. I feel so, sooo happy now. Anybody have a bottle of wine I can dive into? I know its only 10:30 in the morning, but I think I goddammed deserve it.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Nuh-uh...

Still very sick. Can't believe I came to work today. The internet is hurting my head.

NFT.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Well, that was quick and painful.

Watched the election coverage off and on last night, and at one point, I'd switched off to watch a House Hunters episode on HGTV, when Obama had 207 electoral votes and McCain had 147, or something, and then I switched back, and it was all over. Craziness! I watched McCain's concession speach, but I didn't watch Obama's acceptance. To be honest, I had a pretty bad headache at that point, and I wasn't really in the mood for him or his crowd. ::shaking head:: Not in the mood at all.

All I can say is that I certainly hope that he lives up to that pedestal he's been placed on by his supporters. I really, really hope he doesn't let you all down. Its bound to happen in some way or another, because he isn't magical or some sort of god like it seems some have made him out to be. He seems to have been placed in such a revered place in his supporters' brains that I can't help but wonder how everyone will feel about him after 6 months or a year of his being in office. He is just a man. And he's got quite a row to hoe, you know? I don't envy him one. bit.

I'm looking forward to a more positive attitude in this country, that's for sure. So I'm gonna think positive, and of course will support him as our new President and Commander in Chief while he's in office. It truly is a historic time. I never thought he would be voted into office, and as I said in all those comments I left, mostly on XO's blog, I eat my words now that its actually been done. I'm amazed at the forward thinking of our country. Shocked in a happy way, really.

So, with that done and over with, let's look at pictures of the further completion of my master bedroom, shall we? Yay!

Last week, we received the bench I ordered from Target (which comes from a whole suite of furniture that I covet, dammit, and I wish I had a whole 'nother room in my house to furnish with it!), Leo put it together for me, and it is perfect in the room. PERFECT! See?
Ok, I just realized how that picture doesn't really show the bench off all that well. But it does show how the room is coming together, which was the point really. ::sigh!:: It's a really nice bench. With cool storage! I like it. A lot.

We still have some work to do. Art to hang. And the side tables still need to be stained. But we'll get there eventually. The room is a super-comfy one, and it is stylish at the same time. That was a goal of mine, and I feel I fully achieved it.

I'm home sick today. I got a cold on Sunday that I kept at bay with some Zicam, but it apparently just hung around somewhere inside me, only to attack me this morning. I feel like crap. So I'm glad that I brought my computer home with me, just in case McCain had won last night, in which case I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have wanted to leave my house today, healthy or not. I'm currently watching a "The Presidents" marathon on History Channel, and have little bits of work to do throughout the day that should keep me busy, I s'pose. Hope everyone else is having a lovely Wednesday.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Did you get your sticker yet?

Hey!
Here...in case that's hard for you to see, what with all the cuteness of my face being distracting and shit...
If you didn't get out and vote yet, GO DO IT! I don't care if you think that your vote doesn't count (it does) or if you don't wanna stand in line (all the pre-voters saved me time, I think...took me about 20 minutes in line at my polling place), or what. Just go vote, ok? Ok.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Creature comfort

The puppies, on a good day, like to sit around dad on the couch, staring out the picture window in our living room as they wait for a neighbor or a squirrel or a falling leaf to bark at. Saturday, Jake wanted to sit like this...
Hahahahahahaha! I love it when he does this!

But oftentimes, they prefer my lap. Both of them at the same time. And its becoming increasingly crowded on my lap, as my belleh grows by leaps and bounds (no, I'm not pregnant...just fat), challenging their positions of comfort and happiness.
They don't seem to mind...

Friday, October 31, 2008

French Fries with Pepper

I've got nothing today. Between the election ridiculous, the weight gain ridiculous, and the work ridiculous, I'm tapped. (As far as the weight gain goes, I'm currently working on it. I have a plan in place. I actually got to the point where I was trying to figure out how to become anorexic, which is bad, so I confessed it to my message board I belong to, and now we're all on a website together, tracking our calories and exercise and stuff. And its fun. So we'll see how that goes.)

For your Treat today (happy Halloween, btw), I've got pictures of the new rug in our master bedroom to share with you. Ordered via Pottery Barn, this rug is the rug of my muthafuckin' dreams. It's enormous, and covers almost the entire room. (It's 9' x 12'...and our room is 10' x 13.5'.) It was kind of a PITA to lay down after we'd already loaded all the furniture in there, but we managed to work it out. I ordered a matching runner for the bathroom, but I havent taken any pictures of that yet. They are both soft, sound-absorbing, and the one in the bedroom covers up the hideousness that is our wood floor in there! Awesome!

I don't know if these pictures do it justice, but here it is!

In case anyone was wondering, it's this rug. I never buy rugs for full price...and the fact that they had a runner that was 9' x 2.5' was perfect for our bathroom. All I'd been able to find until then were 8' long ones, and that was just a tad too short for the place we wanted to put it.

That purchase just about finished up what we planned on getting for the new space. I also bought a couple of side tables for the living room and the guest bedroom, and we need to find a comfy blow-up bed for additional guests that will be coming at Christmastime, but we're gonna hold off a month before we go do that. (Any suggetions on air mattresses that are compact in storage, but comfy for guests to sleep on? We probably will get a full-sized one...let me know if you have any ideas.)
So happy weekend! Go USC! Go KU! Go Notre Dame! And all I can hope for the Texas vs Texas Tech game is that some sort of bloodbath occurs, and no one winds up winning. ::sigh!:: A girl can dream!