Hey y'all. I've just had one of the worst days of my life.
My dad apparently suffered a heart attack and passed away early in the morning. His wife found him in the floor of their bedroom this morning.
I'm probably not going to be posting before mid to late week.
If you're the praying kind, we would love you to lift up a few for our family right now.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Apparently I live in a day care?
I really was going to blog last night and post the winners of Music Monday. But then Wednesday happened and I was in just about the worst mood of my life by the time I got home from work. I was feeling stabby. I cried at work. I kind of hated everyone.
I arrived home, had a crazy conversation with another weirdo in my ‘hood when I was getting my mail (if you’re on Facebook with me you may have already read about it, but basically a guy walking down the street kept insisting that my house looks like a child care place and he found it very difficult to believe that it’s just a house someone lives in and I really don’t understand what in the heck he was talking about and neither did his wife or girlfriend who was with him) and then I watched videos about painting techniques until I could take my mind off work and all of the assholes I dealt with yesterday. I hate weeks that make me feel like I do right now. And no, it’s not PMS. That was last week. I am pretty much hanging on by a thin string waiting for this weekend.
Let’s move on and talk about Music Monday results….There are so many good songs with colors in the title! A few of the songs with red in the title I had thought of are Little Red Corvette (Prince), Little Red Rooster (Rolling Stones, Etta James, etc.), Red Mosquito (Pearl Jam), Red Solo Cup (Toby Keith), and Lady in Red (Chris de Burgh). For black, I came up with Back in Black (AC/DC), Back to Black (Amy Winehouse), Black Horse and the Cherry Tree (KT Tunstall), Black Magic Woman (Santana), and Black or White (Michael Jackson). Purple Rain (Prince), Brown Eyed Girl (Van Morrison), Crimson and Clover, Ebony and Ivory, Dirty White Boy, oh y'all, I could go on for days naming songs with colors in the title.
But let's move on to the winners:
First Place: There was no question in my mind who was going to win when Just Paula submitted Black Betty. My mom's name is Betty and when I was at my dad's last weekend for dinner, in some strange turn of events, my brother brought up a story about a time when my dad started singing Black Betty to my mom in the car over and over and over and she was apparently becoming more and more angry by the second. My dad nor I even remember this happening, but I can certainly imagine how that whole event might have played out. I'm not picking it because it irritates my mom, Betty. I'm picking it because I love the song and we were just talking about it. And because it shocks the crap out of me that my dad ever knew of this song. (He was more a Willie Nelson/Waylon Jennings kind of guy when we were growing up.)
Second Place: Mary Lou for Brown Sugar by the Stones. Because really? How could that song not place? Have you ever heard this song and not started singing along or dancing? I'm not sure that's possible.
And last, but certainly not least, Third Place goes to Lisa Pie for Jimi Hendrix and his Purple Haze. Because I can't imagine talking about songs with colors in the titles and this not being in there:
Here's hoping y'all agree with my choices. If not, it's best not to say so in the comments seeing as how I'm feeling stabby this week.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Orange you glad no one stole my car?
I got older over the weekend.
Saturday, as I told y'all I was going to do, I went to Folk Fest. And I saw my friend, Sam Granger. I told y'all about him too. A lot of folk artists are larger than life characters and absolutely tons of fun. Here is Sam complete with his sock monkey hat, peace sign sunglasses, "Free Hugs" shirt, and his gold dancing shoes. He gave away hundreds of free hugs over the weekend:
Sam likes to enjoy life. I hope he sold a lot of art. I bought one piece from him (to add to my collection of Sam G. art - I think I have 4 pieces now. We did art trades on a couple of them and I bought a couple). I also bought 4 other pieces from some other artists. This is because I'm broke and said I was only going to look and would not buy any art. And because I have about 300 paintings of my own stacked up in my home studio that I don't know what to do with.
I'm in the middle of a big decision in the art side of my life, and I met a fabulous artist at the show on Saturday. I've wanted to meet her for years and we've been friends on Facebook for a while and she was at the show Saturday (not selling, just walking around and enjoying). I had a great conversation with her and she said she would love to meet me at her friend's studio one weekend and paint together. Y'all, I am flabbergasted and excited and honored and shocked that she wants to do that with me. Mostly excited though. If it works out, it will be such a huge thing and a great opportunity for me. Fingers crossed!
Do you know what happens when one gets old? One forgets kind of important stuff. I've mentioned at least once or twice (ha) that I live in the 'hood. I've had an artsy thing stolen from my front fence already. My neighbor had a bike stolen. It was chained to a spindle on her front porch so the thief simply broke the spindle out of her porch and took it with the bike. Another neighbor has had someone try to kick in their door. In other words, it's not the safest place to leave valuables out. Saturday morning when I got ready to leave for Folk Fest, I discovered I had slept with my back door unlocked all night and had never turned on my security alarm. Great, huh? Then when I got home, I unloaded my car, went inside, chilled out all evening, slept all night, got up Sunday, did some stuff around my house, then walked over to my neighbors' house for a party all afternoon, then came home and got ready to drive out to my dad's for dinner. And that's when I discovered I had never closed my garage door or locked my car from when I got home from Folk Fest 24 hours before. Awesome. So far I haven't noticed anything missing (other than my brain, obviously) and I'm as shocked as anyone.
Oh well. Let's move on to Music Monday Contest and I'm sorry I'm posting this so late on Monday, but today was our monthly billing deadline and I was insanely busy.
Because I went to Folk Fest and bought art, and talked to artists, and thought about the art portion of my life an awful lot this weekend, I still have art on the brain tonight too.
The song(s) you submit this week must contain a color in the title. Y'all, this is easy. I can think of about 10 songs with "red" in the title right off the bat. I can't wait to see what you come up with! I'm going to go ahead and disqualify Red, Red, Wine since it just won last week though. Since I'm posting so late tonight and I have to mail out more overnight packages tomorrow (ugh), I will give y'all until tomorrow night at least and maybe until Wednesday before I pick winners.
Have fun!
Saturday, as I told y'all I was going to do, I went to Folk Fest. And I saw my friend, Sam Granger. I told y'all about him too. A lot of folk artists are larger than life characters and absolutely tons of fun. Here is Sam complete with his sock monkey hat, peace sign sunglasses, "Free Hugs" shirt, and his gold dancing shoes. He gave away hundreds of free hugs over the weekend:
I'm in the middle of a big decision in the art side of my life, and I met a fabulous artist at the show on Saturday. I've wanted to meet her for years and we've been friends on Facebook for a while and she was at the show Saturday (not selling, just walking around and enjoying). I had a great conversation with her and she said she would love to meet me at her friend's studio one weekend and paint together. Y'all, I am flabbergasted and excited and honored and shocked that she wants to do that with me. Mostly excited though. If it works out, it will be such a huge thing and a great opportunity for me. Fingers crossed!
Do you know what happens when one gets old? One forgets kind of important stuff. I've mentioned at least once or twice (ha) that I live in the 'hood. I've had an artsy thing stolen from my front fence already. My neighbor had a bike stolen. It was chained to a spindle on her front porch so the thief simply broke the spindle out of her porch and took it with the bike. Another neighbor has had someone try to kick in their door. In other words, it's not the safest place to leave valuables out. Saturday morning when I got ready to leave for Folk Fest, I discovered I had slept with my back door unlocked all night and had never turned on my security alarm. Great, huh? Then when I got home, I unloaded my car, went inside, chilled out all evening, slept all night, got up Sunday, did some stuff around my house, then walked over to my neighbors' house for a party all afternoon, then came home and got ready to drive out to my dad's for dinner. And that's when I discovered I had never closed my garage door or locked my car from when I got home from Folk Fest 24 hours before. Awesome. So far I haven't noticed anything missing (other than my brain, obviously) and I'm as shocked as anyone.
Oh well. Let's move on to Music Monday Contest and I'm sorry I'm posting this so late on Monday, but today was our monthly billing deadline and I was insanely busy.
Because I went to Folk Fest and bought art, and talked to artists, and thought about the art portion of my life an awful lot this weekend, I still have art on the brain tonight too.
The song(s) you submit this week must contain a color in the title. Y'all, this is easy. I can think of about 10 songs with "red" in the title right off the bat. I can't wait to see what you come up with! I'm going to go ahead and disqualify Red, Red, Wine since it just won last week though. Since I'm posting so late tonight and I have to mail out more overnight packages tomorrow (ugh), I will give y'all until tomorrow night at least and maybe until Wednesday before I pick winners.
Have fun!
Friday, August 17, 2012
Police. Drugs. Cake. Getting lost. Anacondas. It's all in this one post.
Surprise! I’m actually managing to post two whole days in a row. Because guess what? I’ve only had to send out 115 overnight packages this week. Yay! This post is going to be all over the place. Consider that a warning.
We’re in the middle of Friday Afternoon Song Contest here in my office and that reminds me of something that happened. Yesterday when I was leaving work, I had my windows rolled down. The area ofAtlanta Atlanta Atlanta
Remember I told y’all we are remodeling our offices? Today is our firm’s anniversary of leasing space in this building (our firm has been in this space since the 80’s) so they brought us two ginormous cakes. Let me just say that people around here get themselves all worked up and excited over free cake. So part of our group (two partners, one associate and three assistants) all stampeded for cake. We have parts of our firm in temporary office spaces all over the building while different floors are under demo and construction. We have three towers in our building. After we got our pieces of cake, someone said they wanted to go see the samples of what our new furniture, cubicles, etc. are going to look like. The samples are in another tower. You can cross from tower to tower only on certain floors. And can I tell y’all how lost we got since we never cross towers and didn’t know where we were going? We went from floor 17 to 10 to 4 back to 10 to 11 to 3 back to 11 to 1 to 3 back to 11 back to 1 and finally back to 17. And we were all about to wet our pants we were laughing so much. We had all finished our cake about halfway through all of the elevator rides but no one could find a trash can so we looked kind of dumb, our group of 6 people walking around with empty plates all over the building and throughout two towers.
We did find the samples at some point though. After walking around in circles for quite a while when we finally got to the correct floor in the correct tower. Cubicles. Not looking forward to that.
In other unrelated news (I warned y’all this post would be all over the place, remember?), I talked to Hot Brazilian again last night. I asked him if he had gotten some sleep to recover from his horrible night stuck in the mud in the middle of the jungle and do y’all know what he told me? Well, no you don’t unless you have bugged my house and listened in on our conversation. In which case, did y’all like the funny story he told me about when he first moved to the U.S. and he was learning to speak English and a lady kept pressuring him to ask her out on a date and he loved saying “don’t give up” even though he didn’t totally understand what it meant and so he told her not to give up several times so she kept asking him out? (He never took her out on a date by the way. They met through some work related stuff and he was afraid she was setting him up to charge him with sexual harassment because that’s what he thought most American women do based on things he had heard. Ha! Oh how I love my Hot Brazilian.)
Anyway, getting back to the point (I say that as though this post has any point whatsoever), when I asked him about whether he had gotten some sleep or not he said no. Y’all are not going to believe why not. So I guess I should tell you instead of keeping you hanging, huh? He hasn’t been able to sleep at night because it’s been raining really hard. When it rains really hard, the rivers rise and flood the town. And there are anacondas in the river and they sometimes float right into people’s houses! OMG! He said a family was asleep a few days ago, the flooding started, an anaconda floated into a house and ate a man. Just ate him while he was sleeping, y’all. Hot Brazilian said the house where he’s staying has not flooded but the street in front of the house has. So now he can’t sleep when it rains at night. And I never want to visit the Amazon during rainy season.
Beverly
UPDATE: One of our partners just told me he wishes he was Justin Timberlake. He also told me earlier this week that he has a perfectly proportioned ass and asked me if I was looking at it while he was using my scanner. This is why I don't mind my job most days. And y'all, he's completely straight which you might not think from the two things I just told you.
We’re in the middle of Friday Afternoon Song Contest here in my office and that reminds me of something that happened. Yesterday when I was leaving work, I had my windows rolled down. The area of
Remember I told y’all we are remodeling our offices? Today is our firm’s anniversary of leasing space in this building (our firm has been in this space since the 80’s) so they brought us two ginormous cakes. Let me just say that people around here get themselves all worked up and excited over free cake. So part of our group (two partners, one associate and three assistants) all stampeded for cake. We have parts of our firm in temporary office spaces all over the building while different floors are under demo and construction. We have three towers in our building. After we got our pieces of cake, someone said they wanted to go see the samples of what our new furniture, cubicles, etc. are going to look like. The samples are in another tower. You can cross from tower to tower only on certain floors. And can I tell y’all how lost we got since we never cross towers and didn’t know where we were going? We went from floor 17 to 10 to 4 back to 10 to 11 to 3 back to 11 to 1 to 3 back to 11 back to 1 and finally back to 17. And we were all about to wet our pants we were laughing so much. We had all finished our cake about halfway through all of the elevator rides but no one could find a trash can so we looked kind of dumb, our group of 6 people walking around with empty plates all over the building and throughout two towers.
We did find the samples at some point though. After walking around in circles for quite a while when we finally got to the correct floor in the correct tower. Cubicles. Not looking forward to that.
In other unrelated news (I warned y’all this post would be all over the place, remember?), I talked to Hot Brazilian again last night. I asked him if he had gotten some sleep to recover from his horrible night stuck in the mud in the middle of the jungle and do y’all know what he told me? Well, no you don’t unless you have bugged my house and listened in on our conversation. In which case, did y’all like the funny story he told me about when he first moved to the U.S. and he was learning to speak English and a lady kept pressuring him to ask her out on a date and he loved saying “don’t give up” even though he didn’t totally understand what it meant and so he told her not to give up several times so she kept asking him out? (He never took her out on a date by the way. They met through some work related stuff and he was afraid she was setting him up to charge him with sexual harassment because that’s what he thought most American women do based on things he had heard. Ha! Oh how I love my Hot Brazilian.)
Anyway, getting back to the point (I say that as though this post has any point whatsoever), when I asked him about whether he had gotten some sleep or not he said no. Y’all are not going to believe why not. So I guess I should tell you instead of keeping you hanging, huh? He hasn’t been able to sleep at night because it’s been raining really hard. When it rains really hard, the rivers rise and flood the town. And there are anacondas in the river and they sometimes float right into people’s houses! OMG! He said a family was asleep a few days ago, the flooding started, an anaconda floated into a house and ate a man. Just ate him while he was sleeping, y’all. Hot Brazilian said the house where he’s staying has not flooded but the street in front of the house has. So now he can’t sleep when it rains at night. And I never want to visit the Amazon during rainy season.
UPDATE: One of our partners just told me he wishes he was Justin Timberlake. He also told me earlier this week that he has a perfectly proportioned ass and asked me if I was looking at it while he was using my scanner. This is why I don't mind my job most days. And y'all, he's completely straight which you might not think from the two things I just told you.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Don't ever leave me stranded in the jungle. I won't like you very much if you do.
Boy, y’all know yourselves some food songs. And Sadie, I did know a couple of the ones you submitted. I’m really not that young.
In fact, this Saturday I will be 44. It’s my birthday y’all! I’m going to get up and cut my grass because nothing says “Happy Birthday to me” like some fun lawn mowing early on a Saturday. And why does grass have to grow so dadgum much? I don’t like mowing every blasted weekend. But then after my yard is prettied up, I’m going to Folk Fest. It’s the world’s largest folk art show and it’s here inAtlanta
In other news, after Hot Brazilian had to quickly leave the internet café in the middle of the Amazon jungle because of the thousands of ants when we were talking on Sunday night, he promised he would call me again on Monday night to let me know he made it back to civilization (sort of) in the capital city. The capital city is not exactly modern, y'all. Well, he didn’t call me until last night so I’ve been fretting and worrying for two days. But after he told me what happened, I just feel terrible for him.
Turns out he and his friend were about half-way back to the "city" on Sunday night, it was late, and they were smack dab in the middle of the jungle when something really bad happened. There are not exactly expressways to drive on. The 200 miles is mostly on dirt roads. And it’s the rainy season. They got stuck in mud in the middle of the jungle at almost midnight. It was pitch black outside, they were nowhere near any sort of village, and so they could not get out of the car. There are giant snakes, other not so nice critters, lots of dangerous bugs that bite, Amazon Indians (and a lot of them really aren’t very nice) that could have come across them, etc. They were stuck all night (almost 8 hours because at dawn the mosquitoes are really bad and they didn’t want malaria so they had to wait a while after the sun came up to get out) in an un-air conditioned car sitting in the middle of mud in the Amazon. And he told me he was terrified. Y’all. I cannot even imagine. I would have just needed to ask him to punch me in the head so I would pass out and wouldn’t even know it was happening if I had been there. Crap. I mean, I know I said this already, but I really cannot even imagine. When I went down there to visit him I could hardly stand that housekeeping turned our air off in our hotel room after we left and it was hot when we got back. But gigantic anacondas? Mosquitoes that give you malaria? Mean Indians? Stuck in a car in the pitch black jungle all night? Ack!
After they finally got back to the “city” the next afternoon he did some stuff and then fell asleep before I would have been home for him to call me. We use Skype since it’s free and I can’t download it on my work computer so we only talk when I’m at my house. The next night he couldn’t get internet service to work. That means I had to wait 2 days to see if he survived all the ants and a trip through the jungle. I told him that it’s this kind of stuff that makes me want him to come back to theU.S.
And in yet other news, I went to get my emissions inspection done on my car before work this morning. And thankfully I passed so I can get my car tag renewed. But y’all. The guy running the place was, um, interesting. I was trying to pay with my debit card. First he couldn’t get the phone jack to stay in the wall. Then he couldn’t get the jack to stay in the back of the credit card machine. Finally I just paid in cash so I wouldn’t be there all day. And he was from a foreign country. I’m not sure where but maybeEgypt
Speaking of grapes, let’s move on to our food themed Music Monday results on Thursday…sorry for the delay. I promise I'm going to get on a more regular posting schedule. Soon. Ish. I may shock y'all and post again tomorrow. Here are a few songs I came up with:
I've told y'all how much I love Beastie Boys, right? Egg Man:
Tori Amos - Cornflake Girl:
And I LOVE the B-52's (they were from my college town of Athens, Ga. and I got to see them perform live one night in the field behind my dorm.) I have to include Quiche Lorraine:
I'm also a fan of Jack Johnson and this is one of my favorite songs from him. Banana Pancakes:
First Place goes to Lisa Pie for Red Red Wine. LOVE that song. I'm linking to a UB40 version:
Second Place also goes to Lisa Pie. Because how could The Pina Colada song not be included. And now we will all have it stuck in our heads for a week:
Third Place goes to Sadie. Because I also love that scene in Beetlejuice. Banana Boat Song:
In fact, this Saturday I will be 44. It’s my birthday y’all! I’m going to get up and cut my grass because nothing says “Happy Birthday to me” like some fun lawn mowing early on a Saturday. And why does grass have to grow so dadgum much? I don’t like mowing every blasted weekend. But then after my yard is prettied up, I’m going to Folk Fest. It’s the world’s largest folk art show and it’s here in
In other news, after Hot Brazilian had to quickly leave the internet café in the middle of the Amazon jungle because of the thousands of ants when we were talking on Sunday night, he promised he would call me again on Monday night to let me know he made it back to civilization (sort of) in the capital city. The capital city is not exactly modern, y'all. Well, he didn’t call me until last night so I’ve been fretting and worrying for two days. But after he told me what happened, I just feel terrible for him.
Turns out he and his friend were about half-way back to the "city" on Sunday night, it was late, and they were smack dab in the middle of the jungle when something really bad happened. There are not exactly expressways to drive on. The 200 miles is mostly on dirt roads. And it’s the rainy season. They got stuck in mud in the middle of the jungle at almost midnight. It was pitch black outside, they were nowhere near any sort of village, and so they could not get out of the car. There are giant snakes, other not so nice critters, lots of dangerous bugs that bite, Amazon Indians (and a lot of them really aren’t very nice) that could have come across them, etc. They were stuck all night (almost 8 hours because at dawn the mosquitoes are really bad and they didn’t want malaria so they had to wait a while after the sun came up to get out) in an un-air conditioned car sitting in the middle of mud in the Amazon. And he told me he was terrified. Y’all. I cannot even imagine. I would have just needed to ask him to punch me in the head so I would pass out and wouldn’t even know it was happening if I had been there. Crap. I mean, I know I said this already, but I really cannot even imagine. When I went down there to visit him I could hardly stand that housekeeping turned our air off in our hotel room after we left and it was hot when we got back. But gigantic anacondas? Mosquitoes that give you malaria? Mean Indians? Stuck in a car in the pitch black jungle all night? Ack!
After they finally got back to the “city” the next afternoon he did some stuff and then fell asleep before I would have been home for him to call me. We use Skype since it’s free and I can’t download it on my work computer so we only talk when I’m at my house. The next night he couldn’t get internet service to work. That means I had to wait 2 days to see if he survived all the ants and a trip through the jungle. I told him that it’s this kind of stuff that makes me want him to come back to the
And in yet other news, I went to get my emissions inspection done on my car before work this morning. And thankfully I passed so I can get my car tag renewed. But y’all. The guy running the place was, um, interesting. I was trying to pay with my debit card. First he couldn’t get the phone jack to stay in the wall. Then he couldn’t get the jack to stay in the back of the credit card machine. Finally I just paid in cash so I wouldn’t be there all day. And he was from a foreign country. I’m not sure where but maybe
Speaking of grapes, let’s move on to our food themed Music Monday results on Thursday…sorry for the delay. I promise I'm going to get on a more regular posting schedule. Soon. Ish. I may shock y'all and post again tomorrow. Here are a few songs I came up with:
I've told y'all how much I love Beastie Boys, right? Egg Man:
Tori Amos - Cornflake Girl:
And I LOVE the B-52's (they were from my college town of Athens, Ga. and I got to see them perform live one night in the field behind my dorm.) I have to include Quiche Lorraine:
I'm also a fan of Jack Johnson and this is one of my favorite songs from him. Banana Pancakes:
First Place goes to Lisa Pie for Red Red Wine. LOVE that song. I'm linking to a UB40 version:
Second Place also goes to Lisa Pie. Because how could The Pina Colada song not be included. And now we will all have it stuck in our heads for a week:
Monday, August 13, 2012
Writing this post has made me really hungry.
You know those weekends where you don't really do anything yet you hardly sit down? That's what my weekend was like.
Saturday morning I was going to mow the grass super early (since it's my favorite thing to do) before I met a friend for breakfast. So I set my alarm for 7:00, got up, drank some water, got dressed, went outside, and discovered it had rained overnight so my grass was too wet. And before you start thinking how rude I would have been to mow that early on a Saturday morning, please remember I have a reel mower so it's completely human powered, doesn't crank, and so it doesn't make noise. But since the grass was too wet, I went back inside and cleaned a couple of toilets because I still wanted to have a lot of fun.
I've known the friend I met for breakfast since we were in first grade. And she STILL wants to be friends with me after all these years.... We went to a place called Home Grown near my 'hood. Had I known about it when Laurie was here, I would have taken her there instead of driving all over Atlanta looking for a breakfast place while we almost starved to death. Because y'all, the food is the bomb! Then my friend and I proved to each other just how much of city people we are. They have a pretty decent sized garden behind the restaurant and we discovered we could not identify most of what was growing because we simply buy that stuff at the store after it's all grown and harvested. Directly across the street is another garden called Wonder Root Community Garden and it's right next door to Wonder Root Arts Center and how the heck did I not know all of this cool stuff was less than 5 minutes from my house? Well, I suppose the point is I know it now. I still don't know what some of the stuff growing was though. For instance, we were debating back and forth whether some of the plants were okra or squash. Onions or garlic? We do not know.
After I left breakfast, I went grocery shopping where I bought lots of veggies that I could identify because they weren't still trying to be born. And then I mowed my grass, did a little weeding, cooked some of the veggies I bought, ate dinner, took a shower, and somehow it was already 9:00 p.m. and the day was gone and I wasn't sure how that had even happened.
Sunday morning I got up at the butt crack of dawn again because the internet guy was supposed to be at my house between 8 and 9. I walked outside to water some flowers in containers, and then fell in love with the fact that it was in the low 60's and it almost felt like a crisp fall morning since the humidity wasn't 85-90% for the first time in weeks. So I sat on the porch and realized my 'hood was almost silent which is highly unusual even at 7:30 on a Sunday morning. I wish that moment had lasted all day.
But it didn't.
The internet guy pulled up at 8:05. He came in and checked things out and then he asked a question I always hate to hear......"Do you have a basement or crawl space?" Y'all, I hate going in the crawl space. It's a creepy, dirt floor, brick wall, spider filled, cobweb filled, 1920's crawl space. But I went down there with him because having my internet work is important to me.
Then he had to go back out to his truck to get a flashlight because the two little lightbulbs down there were not providing enough light. So I stood in there all alone and totally scared myself looking at all of the spiders everywhere. I must have told him 348976 times how much I hate being in there so finally he said, "why don't you go back in your house. I don't like being in here either, but just leave me the keys and I'll lock up." And I almost hugged and kissed him on the spot. He didn't have to say it twice.
It took him 2 hours to fix my internet, y'all. He had to install all new wiring (cable? I don't know how the internet works) for the entire system because it was really messed up bad. So he had to work in the crawl space, then on the side of my house up on a ladder, up on a pole, and in my living room. But it works now. While he was there, I told him some issues I was having with my cable and he fixed that too! That part only took him about 10 minutes.
After he left something completely crazy happened.....
I cooked. A lot.
I cooked for almost 4 hours and I HATE cooking. But since Daisy Jane's Dough Drain has been breaking for the past 6 months every single dadgum time I turn around, I have got to stop eating lunch out at work every day. I simply can't afford to be lazy. And I absolutely do not cook at night when I get home from work. So I made all of my lunches and dinners for the week so that I can save some money and not eat cereal or cheese and crackers for dinner each night. And then I passed out from exhaustion and hatred of cooking.
An hour later my hippie landscaper friend called.
She came over around 3:30 and we trimmed some of the trees in my yard for about an hour and a half. But before we finished everything we started out saying we were going to do, we decided that going and drinking margaritas sounded like way more fun. So we did. We each had one margarita and I've had a headache ever since. ONE margarita. I'm old, y'all.
Me and my raging, pounding headache got back home around 7:00 and then Hot Brazilian called about 20 minutes later. When I went to visit him, we were in the Amazon in a fairly backwards town. It's the capital city of a state on the border of Venezuela, very few places had air conditioning, very few restaurants even had indoor seating (actually only one we went to was indoors), the people are quite poor, etc. He called me last night from a place about 200 miles further into the jungle than that. And he told me that I would hate everything about it. He was in an internet cafe and we were talking over the speakers because he didn't have headphones with him and apparently everyone in there was looking at him, whispering, eyes wide in amazement, because (1) he is 6'4" and towers over the Amazonian people (I'm 5'4" and I towered over a large portion of the men when I was down there and now I don't understand why people talk about tall and/or big people being Amazons) and (2) he was speaking in English and they could hear me speaking back to him in English and no one there knows English and they probably don't really hear it spoken there ever. We only talked for about 15 minutes before he said, "Dahling, I must go now. The floor is covered in thousands of ants, Punkin'. I must leave here." So he's right. I would totally hate that place. He and another guy were driving back last night to the slightly less backwards capital city so he said he'll try to call me again from there tonight so we can talk longer without ants. Their drive was 200 miles through jungle roads so he said it would take them about 6 hours. Ugh. I'm no math whiz, but I think that averages out to about 30 or 35 mph, right?
So yes, that was my weekend of doing nothing yet not sitting down until about 8:00 last night. Which caused me to immediately fall asleep and then I woke up at 10:30 and thought I had been asleep all night long already.
Okay, let's move onward. Time for the Music Monday Contest.
Sincemuch all of my weekend activities outside of my house involved food (breakfast, grocery store, Mexican and margaritas), this week's theme is food. The title(s) of the song(s) you submit must contain a specific food, drink, condiment or food in general.
Can't wait to see what y'all come up with!
Oh, I mentioned recently Hot Brazilian ordering in restaurants and Amish Annie asked me about it in the comments. Since we're talking about food, this seems like a good time to tell y'all. Yes, I had a margarita yesterday but I very rarely drink. Hot Brazilian NEVER drinks. He's had one beer in his entire life and he's in his mid-40's. He doesn't drink, but he LOVES joking around and making people laugh. He makes me laugh all the time. When we go out and get seated, and the server asks us what we want to drink this is what he almost always does (and imagine it in a very thick Brazilian accent):
HB: Do you have beer?
S: Yes.
HB: Do you have vodka?
S: Yes.
HB: Do you have tequila?
S: Yes.
HB: What kind?
S: (Rattles off the kinds they have)
HB: Do you have margaritas?
S: Yes.
HB: Frozen?
S: Yes.
HB: Do you have wine?
S: Yes.
HB: Do you have rum?
S: Yes.
HB: Okay then, I would like a giant glass of water with LOTS and LOTS of lemon then.
Mostly the servers start cracking up. But some of them are jerks and probably spit in our food.
Saturday morning I was going to mow the grass super early (since it's my favorite thing to do) before I met a friend for breakfast. So I set my alarm for 7:00, got up, drank some water, got dressed, went outside, and discovered it had rained overnight so my grass was too wet. And before you start thinking how rude I would have been to mow that early on a Saturday morning, please remember I have a reel mower so it's completely human powered, doesn't crank, and so it doesn't make noise. But since the grass was too wet, I went back inside and cleaned a couple of toilets because I still wanted to have a lot of fun.
I've known the friend I met for breakfast since we were in first grade. And she STILL wants to be friends with me after all these years.... We went to a place called Home Grown near my 'hood. Had I known about it when Laurie was here, I would have taken her there instead of driving all over Atlanta looking for a breakfast place while we almost starved to death. Because y'all, the food is the bomb! Then my friend and I proved to each other just how much of city people we are. They have a pretty decent sized garden behind the restaurant and we discovered we could not identify most of what was growing because we simply buy that stuff at the store after it's all grown and harvested. Directly across the street is another garden called Wonder Root Community Garden and it's right next door to Wonder Root Arts Center and how the heck did I not know all of this cool stuff was less than 5 minutes from my house? Well, I suppose the point is I know it now. I still don't know what some of the stuff growing was though. For instance, we were debating back and forth whether some of the plants were okra or squash. Onions or garlic? We do not know.
After I left breakfast, I went grocery shopping where I bought lots of veggies that I could identify because they weren't still trying to be born. And then I mowed my grass, did a little weeding, cooked some of the veggies I bought, ate dinner, took a shower, and somehow it was already 9:00 p.m. and the day was gone and I wasn't sure how that had even happened.
Sunday morning I got up at the butt crack of dawn again because the internet guy was supposed to be at my house between 8 and 9. I walked outside to water some flowers in containers, and then fell in love with the fact that it was in the low 60's and it almost felt like a crisp fall morning since the humidity wasn't 85-90% for the first time in weeks. So I sat on the porch and realized my 'hood was almost silent which is highly unusual even at 7:30 on a Sunday morning. I wish that moment had lasted all day.
But it didn't.
The internet guy pulled up at 8:05. He came in and checked things out and then he asked a question I always hate to hear......"Do you have a basement or crawl space?" Y'all, I hate going in the crawl space. It's a creepy, dirt floor, brick wall, spider filled, cobweb filled, 1920's crawl space. But I went down there with him because having my internet work is important to me.
Then he had to go back out to his truck to get a flashlight because the two little lightbulbs down there were not providing enough light. So I stood in there all alone and totally scared myself looking at all of the spiders everywhere. I must have told him 348976 times how much I hate being in there so finally he said, "why don't you go back in your house. I don't like being in here either, but just leave me the keys and I'll lock up." And I almost hugged and kissed him on the spot. He didn't have to say it twice.
It took him 2 hours to fix my internet, y'all. He had to install all new wiring (cable? I don't know how the internet works) for the entire system because it was really messed up bad. So he had to work in the crawl space, then on the side of my house up on a ladder, up on a pole, and in my living room. But it works now. While he was there, I told him some issues I was having with my cable and he fixed that too! That part only took him about 10 minutes.
After he left something completely crazy happened.....
I cooked. A lot.
I cooked for almost 4 hours and I HATE cooking. But since Daisy Jane's Dough Drain has been breaking for the past 6 months every single dadgum time I turn around, I have got to stop eating lunch out at work every day. I simply can't afford to be lazy. And I absolutely do not cook at night when I get home from work. So I made all of my lunches and dinners for the week so that I can save some money and not eat cereal or cheese and crackers for dinner each night. And then I passed out from exhaustion and hatred of cooking.
An hour later my hippie landscaper friend called.
She came over around 3:30 and we trimmed some of the trees in my yard for about an hour and a half. But before we finished everything we started out saying we were going to do, we decided that going and drinking margaritas sounded like way more fun. So we did. We each had one margarita and I've had a headache ever since. ONE margarita. I'm old, y'all.
Me and my raging, pounding headache got back home around 7:00 and then Hot Brazilian called about 20 minutes later. When I went to visit him, we were in the Amazon in a fairly backwards town. It's the capital city of a state on the border of Venezuela, very few places had air conditioning, very few restaurants even had indoor seating (actually only one we went to was indoors), the people are quite poor, etc. He called me last night from a place about 200 miles further into the jungle than that. And he told me that I would hate everything about it. He was in an internet cafe and we were talking over the speakers because he didn't have headphones with him and apparently everyone in there was looking at him, whispering, eyes wide in amazement, because (1) he is 6'4" and towers over the Amazonian people (I'm 5'4" and I towered over a large portion of the men when I was down there and now I don't understand why people talk about tall and/or big people being Amazons) and (2) he was speaking in English and they could hear me speaking back to him in English and no one there knows English and they probably don't really hear it spoken there ever. We only talked for about 15 minutes before he said, "Dahling, I must go now. The floor is covered in thousands of ants, Punkin'. I must leave here." So he's right. I would totally hate that place. He and another guy were driving back last night to the slightly less backwards capital city so he said he'll try to call me again from there tonight so we can talk longer without ants. Their drive was 200 miles through jungle roads so he said it would take them about 6 hours. Ugh. I'm no math whiz, but I think that averages out to about 30 or 35 mph, right?
So yes, that was my weekend of doing nothing yet not sitting down until about 8:00 last night. Which caused me to immediately fall asleep and then I woke up at 10:30 and thought I had been asleep all night long already.
Okay, let's move onward. Time for the Music Monday Contest.
Since
Can't wait to see what y'all come up with!
Oh, I mentioned recently Hot Brazilian ordering in restaurants and Amish Annie asked me about it in the comments. Since we're talking about food, this seems like a good time to tell y'all. Yes, I had a margarita yesterday but I very rarely drink. Hot Brazilian NEVER drinks. He's had one beer in his entire life and he's in his mid-40's. He doesn't drink, but he LOVES joking around and making people laugh. He makes me laugh all the time. When we go out and get seated, and the server asks us what we want to drink this is what he almost always does (and imagine it in a very thick Brazilian accent):
HB: Do you have beer?
S: Yes.
HB: Do you have vodka?
S: Yes.
HB: Do you have tequila?
S: Yes.
HB: What kind?
S: (Rattles off the kinds they have)
HB: Do you have margaritas?
S: Yes.
HB: Frozen?
S: Yes.
HB: Do you have wine?
S: Yes.
HB: Do you have rum?
S: Yes.
HB: Okay then, I would like a giant glass of water with LOTS and LOTS of lemon then.
Mostly the servers start cracking up. But some of them are jerks and probably spit in our food.
Friday, August 10, 2012
The ol' money sucker has a moniker.
Oh, hi y'all.
It's Friday and I'm finally back. One piece of good news is that I get to leave work over an hour early today because we're not allowed to have overtime and if I don't leave early I will have overtime. This is mostly because one of my bosses had me stay an hour and fifteen minutes late to work on something that he just had to have that night. And then he didn't even open the email I sent him with the document until after 3:00 the next afternoon. Happy is what I was about that. I stay happy with this particular boss most of the time. (That's a complete lie. And no, it's not the one with all of the packages. Well, packages to be sent out. He doesn't have multiple packages that I'm aware of.) But I do get to leave early and hopefully that means I will avoid the worst of Atlanta's Friday evening rush hour which makes one feel really stabby.
Here is a photo I took a couple of days ago when I was trying to get out of my building after work:
In other news, this week we only had to send out approximately 350 overnight packages so I felt like I was on vacation. Not. Our paralegal did return from her leave on Tuesday so I did have help with them after the 165 I sent out on Monday.
Also, I finally found 10 minutes to call and make an appointment so I can hopefully blog from home soon. I have Comcast coming out at 8:00 on Sunday morning to try and figure out why my internet is making my hair stand up out of complete frustration. And today I found out two other friends are having the same problem with their Comcast internet. So maybe something is going on around here. That's my expert opinion anyway.
This weekend two girls I grew up with wanted to come over and cook dinner at my house and hang out. Which is awesome since I hate to cook but love to eat. They told me that the stories of things that happen in my life are very entertaining so they just wanted to listen to me while they cooked. But now one of them is moving this weekend and that's so sad because I was going to tell them about the time I had to stick my hands down an old lady's pants in the lobby of my building before I had even had a cup of coffee. Or I was going to tell them some of my nail salon stories. Y'all, I run into the craziest people in nail salons. I have nail salon stories involving hot dogs, pet tiger cubs, and then I became one of those crazy nail salon people when I tripped post-pedi and broke my arm. I also have lots of crazy people encounters in elevators. And in the convenience store in my building. Well, everywhere it seems. But those stories will have to wait. I think the sister who is not moving is going to meet me to do something tomorrow but I don't know what or where yet. But I'll bet I run into a crazy person at some point. On Sunday my hippie landscaper friend and I are going to go drink margaritas. After my internet is fixed obviously. I don't drink much at all but especially not before 8:00 on a Sunday morning. On a Tuesday morning, anything goes though. Kidding.
Okay, so let's move on to the Music Monday Contest results.
Y'all had some great ideas for songs to help me name my house. But sadly, none of them won. For some reason, the name "Daisy" keeps speaking to me. My great-grandmother's name was Daisy (I'm from the South remember. Her husband was known as Wild Bill by everyone in Athens, Ga. I should tell y'all the story of how he used to ride in a motorcycle side car when he was in his 90's and that's how he arrived at our family reunions. Well, I guess I just told y'all that story actually. Wild Bill liked to get his drink on. A lot). I love gerbera daisies, shasta daisies, I've planted gerbera and shasta daisies in my yard, etc. and I just feel like my house wants to have "daisy" in the name. I don't really know why.
I don't know a lot about the history of my house other than it was built in 1920, the lady who owned it before me was a home appraiser and decorator, and before her a couple bought it for their drug addict son in hopes it would turn his life around to have something he was responsible for. Sadly, it didn't turn his life around so they converted it into a duplex and rented it out to college kids who apparently partied 7 nights a week, broke the columns on the house at some point, etc. Then the appraiser/decorator bought it, lived in it for a little over 10 years and did tons of work to it and converted it back to a single family home. Then the housing market crashed and since her career was completely tanked, she lost it to foreclosure.
So my home is now going to be named "Daisy Jane's Dough Drain". Because it has completely drained my bank account. And I do mean completely y'all. On the days I like it, I'll simply call it Daisy Jane. Sadie, Tee and Laurie.....if you're reading this do you think it fits my house since you've visited?
So this is the winning song. And I honestly don't like this song very much because it kind of drags and makes me feel sad, but the name tugged at my heart and would not let go: Daisy Jane by America.
But Second Place without a doubt goes to Karen for Roxanne. Because I did imagine singing it every single time I talked about my house and the little bit about it being by the Police and me living in the 'hood made me laugh for hours. It's making me laugh again right now just thinking about it. And Sting. Oh how I love him. In fact, it will be my home's alternative name/nickname. "Daisy Jane 'Roxanne' Dough Drain." I like the sound of that.
Third Place is a tie.
Letha for Layla. LOVE this song.....
And Tee for Sweet Georgia Brown. But I only knew the Count Basie version so I've linked to it:
All of those other 1920's songs? Didn't really know them but they did have good names.
If my internet gets fixed and anything interesting happens or y'all want to hear about Hot Brazilian's restaurant ordering I mentioned earlier this week or something else, I'll try and post over the weekend. Hope everyone has a relaxing couple of days off. I'll be dreaming of packages probably. Oh, speaking of dreams, I had an awful one last night. It was not one continuous dream but more a series of vignettes of a bunch of things that were unrelated except for the fact that they all made me cry. Nice dream, huh? I looked up the meaning and it means I'm repressing negative thoughts in real life and they are releasing in my dreams. Maybe I'll scream at someone this weekend and get that crap out of me. I'll be sure to tell y'all about it if I do.
It's Friday and I'm finally back. One piece of good news is that I get to leave work over an hour early today because we're not allowed to have overtime and if I don't leave early I will have overtime. This is mostly because one of my bosses had me stay an hour and fifteen minutes late to work on something that he just had to have that night. And then he didn't even open the email I sent him with the document until after 3:00 the next afternoon. Happy is what I was about that. I stay happy with this particular boss most of the time. (That's a complete lie. And no, it's not the one with all of the packages. Well, packages to be sent out. He doesn't have multiple packages that I'm aware of.) But I do get to leave early and hopefully that means I will avoid the worst of Atlanta's Friday evening rush hour which makes one feel really stabby.
Here is a photo I took a couple of days ago when I was trying to get out of my building after work:
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| That license plate says "ITSFAST" if you can't see it. And if you can't, perhaps you should go get some glasses. Also, if you can't see it in the photo, you probably also can't see this caption explaining it. Can't y'all see how fast she's (yes, that car was driven by a woman even though for whatever reason that seems to me like something a guy would put on a car) moving in Atlanta traffic? She couldn't even get out on the main road from our parking deck. That blue thing in my dashboard? That's from where Laurie and I parked somewhere when she was here in Atlanta 24 years ago and I've been too lazy to take it out and throw it away. |
Also, I finally found 10 minutes to call and make an appointment so I can hopefully blog from home soon. I have Comcast coming out at 8:00 on Sunday morning to try and figure out why my internet is making my hair stand up out of complete frustration. And today I found out two other friends are having the same problem with their Comcast internet. So maybe something is going on around here. That's my expert opinion anyway.
This weekend two girls I grew up with wanted to come over and cook dinner at my house and hang out. Which is awesome since I hate to cook but love to eat. They told me that the stories of things that happen in my life are very entertaining so they just wanted to listen to me while they cooked. But now one of them is moving this weekend and that's so sad because I was going to tell them about the time I had to stick my hands down an old lady's pants in the lobby of my building before I had even had a cup of coffee. Or I was going to tell them some of my nail salon stories. Y'all, I run into the craziest people in nail salons. I have nail salon stories involving hot dogs, pet tiger cubs, and then I became one of those crazy nail salon people when I tripped post-pedi and broke my arm. I also have lots of crazy people encounters in elevators. And in the convenience store in my building. Well, everywhere it seems. But those stories will have to wait. I think the sister who is not moving is going to meet me to do something tomorrow but I don't know what or where yet. But I'll bet I run into a crazy person at some point. On Sunday my hippie landscaper friend and I are going to go drink margaritas. After my internet is fixed obviously. I don't drink much at all but especially not before 8:00 on a Sunday morning. On a Tuesday morning, anything goes though. Kidding.
Okay, so let's move on to the Music Monday Contest results.
Y'all had some great ideas for songs to help me name my house. But sadly, none of them won. For some reason, the name "Daisy" keeps speaking to me. My great-grandmother's name was Daisy (I'm from the South remember. Her husband was known as Wild Bill by everyone in Athens, Ga. I should tell y'all the story of how he used to ride in a motorcycle side car when he was in his 90's and that's how he arrived at our family reunions. Well, I guess I just told y'all that story actually. Wild Bill liked to get his drink on. A lot). I love gerbera daisies, shasta daisies, I've planted gerbera and shasta daisies in my yard, etc. and I just feel like my house wants to have "daisy" in the name. I don't really know why.
I don't know a lot about the history of my house other than it was built in 1920, the lady who owned it before me was a home appraiser and decorator, and before her a couple bought it for their drug addict son in hopes it would turn his life around to have something he was responsible for. Sadly, it didn't turn his life around so they converted it into a duplex and rented it out to college kids who apparently partied 7 nights a week, broke the columns on the house at some point, etc. Then the appraiser/decorator bought it, lived in it for a little over 10 years and did tons of work to it and converted it back to a single family home. Then the housing market crashed and since her career was completely tanked, she lost it to foreclosure.
So my home is now going to be named "Daisy Jane's Dough Drain". Because it has completely drained my bank account. And I do mean completely y'all. On the days I like it, I'll simply call it Daisy Jane. Sadie, Tee and Laurie.....if you're reading this do you think it fits my house since you've visited?
So this is the winning song. And I honestly don't like this song very much because it kind of drags and makes me feel sad, but the name tugged at my heart and would not let go: Daisy Jane by America.
But Second Place without a doubt goes to Karen for Roxanne. Because I did imagine singing it every single time I talked about my house and the little bit about it being by the Police and me living in the 'hood made me laugh for hours. It's making me laugh again right now just thinking about it. And Sting. Oh how I love him. In fact, it will be my home's alternative name/nickname. "Daisy Jane 'Roxanne' Dough Drain." I like the sound of that.
Letha for Layla. LOVE this song.....
And Tee for Sweet Georgia Brown. But I only knew the Count Basie version so I've linked to it:
All of those other 1920's songs? Didn't really know them but they did have good names.
If my internet gets fixed and anything interesting happens or y'all want to hear about Hot Brazilian's restaurant ordering I mentioned earlier this week or something else, I'll try and post over the weekend. Hope everyone has a relaxing couple of days off. I'll be dreaming of packages probably. Oh, speaking of dreams, I had an awful one last night. It was not one continuous dream but more a series of vignettes of a bunch of things that were unrelated except for the fact that they all made me cry. Nice dream, huh? I looked up the meaning and it means I'm repressing negative thoughts in real life and they are releasing in my dreams. Maybe I'll scream at someone this weekend and get that crap out of me. I'll be sure to tell y'all about it if I do.
Monday, August 6, 2012
I can't even think of a title I'm so exhausted right now.
Holy smokes y'all. I wish I had even a little bit of fun stuff to write about.
Do y'all want to hear about MORE packages I've sent out? I sent out 165 sets of crap today. Our mailroom manager told me that last month our firm sent out around 1,000 overnight packages. We have over 200 people at my firm. I sent out 800 of the packages in only two weeks of the month. I think I deserve some sort of award. Not that I've ever wanted to earn an award for Most Overnight Packages Produced in One Month because it is a sucky way to earn something. And between last week and today, I'm on a roll to repeat in August. Gah.
It is almost 7:00 and I'm still at work. Don't worry, I clocked out before I started writing this. I'm not cheating my firm. I'm posting from work because my internet is still all screwed up at home and who the heck has time to take off work for the cable people to come fix it with 800 overnight packages to send out?
So, moving to another subject. Except I can't think of any because my life has revolved around overnight packages, screwed up internet service, a huge storm last week that knocked out my power one evening and made a giant mess of my yard with limbs and stuff blown all over it that I spent most of Saturday cleaning up, and I went to breakfast with some friends Sunday morning and by the time we got through eating our eggs we had all three lost 35 pounds because we sweated so much because the restaurant became insanely hot about half way through our meal. One of my friends is 8 months pregnant and let me tell you how miserable she was. Actually, I'm not going to tell you. Because I am already writing such a great post here. Let me carry on about hot pregnant women and that will make you all beg for more writing out of me. But my life lately does sound like some exciting crap to blog about, doesn't it?
Oh, I did think of one thing I can blog about but I don't feel like writing it all out at the moment. June Gardens was talking about ....Ned and his restaurant ordering and it reminded me of something Hot Brazilian always does when we go out. Well, when we went out. We don't go out currently since he's in the middle of the Amazon and I'm in the middle of an Atlanta 'hood. But I'll try to remember to blog about that sometime. (I know I titled a post recently as being the worst blog post ever. But now this one is. "Let me tell y'all about something that I'm too tired to write about! And that has happened in a while!" Great post indeed.)
I did go home Friday night, went upstairs to change clothes (into my pajamas even though it wasn't even 7:00 p.m. yet because I am over here living a glamorous life), and I yelled, "Son of a bitch!" I'm sorry for my language but that's exactly what I said. Out loud. Because do you know what? My air conditioning wasn't working. I JUST spent over $1,300 fixing the downstairs a/c in May. And then I said, "$#@&*(" and also, "&^#@!)*&". Because really? I've spent almost $7,000 fixing crap in my house between January and July. After the cursing stopped (and it took a while), I thought, "well, it's just going to have to be hot up here because I cannot afford to fix another broken a/c unit right now."
Then I said, "Ohhhhhhhh, I'm such an idiot." Because it turns out the battery was dead in the thermostat. But it took me a few minutes to figure that out and I was livid until I did. Now I am of the belief that two AA batteries should be the way to fix everything that breaks in a house that is 92-years-old. I would say way fewer bad words if that were the case.
But let's move on again and talk about Music Monday Contest. "Finally", you are all saying. Make her stop complaining about her craptastic life.
Someone said in the comments recently that my house should have a name. (Right now you don't want to know what I'm calling my house with everything breaking around me from one day to the next.) So I'm going to let y'all suggest some names. The title of the song(s) you submit must contain a person's name that you think is an appropriate name for my house. It can be a girl or boy name. I guess I'll be judging this week based more on the name than the actual song. So go ahead and submit some really bad songs with really awesome titles if you want. And maybe you will come up with the name for my house.
Can't wait to see what y'all come up with! I have a few songs in mind myself.....
Do y'all want to hear about MORE packages I've sent out? I sent out 165 sets of crap today. Our mailroom manager told me that last month our firm sent out around 1,000 overnight packages. We have over 200 people at my firm. I sent out 800 of the packages in only two weeks of the month. I think I deserve some sort of award. Not that I've ever wanted to earn an award for Most Overnight Packages Produced in One Month because it is a sucky way to earn something. And between last week and today, I'm on a roll to repeat in August. Gah.
It is almost 7:00 and I'm still at work. Don't worry, I clocked out before I started writing this. I'm not cheating my firm. I'm posting from work because my internet is still all screwed up at home and who the heck has time to take off work for the cable people to come fix it with 800 overnight packages to send out?
So, moving to another subject. Except I can't think of any because my life has revolved around overnight packages, screwed up internet service, a huge storm last week that knocked out my power one evening and made a giant mess of my yard with limbs and stuff blown all over it that I spent most of Saturday cleaning up, and I went to breakfast with some friends Sunday morning and by the time we got through eating our eggs we had all three lost 35 pounds because we sweated so much because the restaurant became insanely hot about half way through our meal. One of my friends is 8 months pregnant and let me tell you how miserable she was. Actually, I'm not going to tell you. Because I am already writing such a great post here. Let me carry on about hot pregnant women and that will make you all beg for more writing out of me. But my life lately does sound like some exciting crap to blog about, doesn't it?
Oh, I did think of one thing I can blog about but I don't feel like writing it all out at the moment. June Gardens was talking about ....Ned and his restaurant ordering and it reminded me of something Hot Brazilian always does when we go out. Well, when we went out. We don't go out currently since he's in the middle of the Amazon and I'm in the middle of an Atlanta 'hood. But I'll try to remember to blog about that sometime. (I know I titled a post recently as being the worst blog post ever. But now this one is. "Let me tell y'all about something that I'm too tired to write about! And that has happened in a while!" Great post indeed.)
I did go home Friday night, went upstairs to change clothes (into my pajamas even though it wasn't even 7:00 p.m. yet because I am over here living a glamorous life), and I yelled, "Son of a bitch!" I'm sorry for my language but that's exactly what I said. Out loud. Because do you know what? My air conditioning wasn't working. I JUST spent over $1,300 fixing the downstairs a/c in May. And then I said, "$#@&*(" and also, "&^#@!)*&". Because really? I've spent almost $7,000 fixing crap in my house between January and July. After the cursing stopped (and it took a while), I thought, "well, it's just going to have to be hot up here because I cannot afford to fix another broken a/c unit right now."
Then I said, "Ohhhhhhhh, I'm such an idiot." Because it turns out the battery was dead in the thermostat. But it took me a few minutes to figure that out and I was livid until I did. Now I am of the belief that two AA batteries should be the way to fix everything that breaks in a house that is 92-years-old. I would say way fewer bad words if that were the case.
But let's move on again and talk about Music Monday Contest. "Finally", you are all saying. Make her stop complaining about her craptastic life.
Someone said in the comments recently that my house should have a name. (Right now you don't want to know what I'm calling my house with everything breaking around me from one day to the next.) So I'm going to let y'all suggest some names. The title of the song(s) you submit must contain a person's name that you think is an appropriate name for my house. It can be a girl or boy name. I guess I'll be judging this week based more on the name than the actual song. So go ahead and submit some really bad songs with really awesome titles if you want. And maybe you will come up with the name for my house.
Can't wait to see what y'all come up with! I have a few songs in mind myself.....
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Fed Ex is the love of my life. Well, it thinks so anyway.....
Well, I'm doing a tiny bit better than last week. I'm posting the Music Monday winners on Thursday instead of Friday......
My internet still doesn't work at home on any type of consistent basis so I haven't been able to blog to y'all from there. Thank goodness for having Facebook, email and games on my phone though. I can hardly remember what life was like before smart phones, laptops, etc. I guess it was a lot calmer and I read a lot more.
The college student I'm renting my guest room to for the next couple of months moved in Tuesday night. And last night she went to a party and didn't come home. That sounds like she's wild, right? She's actually not. She told me ahead of time she was staying at her friend's since they were throwing a post-finals/birthday party. And guess what? She didn't know the birthday person. I told her it was just like me throwing a birthday party for someone I don't know and who wasn't even at the party!
Guess what I did yesterday?
Just guess.
Overnight packages! Woot!
This is what it looked like when I first started this past two weeks with its plethora of mailings. Nice and neat and organized. This mailing had multiple larger enclosures so I spread out in a conference room:
And this is what my office looked like yesterday afternoon. After we've sent out now almost 800 overnight packages in two weeks:
You can see a little bit of my poor office mate in this next view from my desk. She's wearing all black because she's mourning the loss of our neat office. The brown cardboard box thrown all willy nilly on top of the packages? That's what the enclosures for yesterday's mailing were sent to us in and I was angry at it so I threw it down when I had emptied it:
Oh y'all, I wish I could even try to explain how tired I am of mailings right now.
Okay, on to the Music Monday winners:
First Place goes to Mary Lou for The Clash - London Falling:
Second Place honors belong to Sadie for Randy Newman - I Love L.A.
And Third Place goes to the judge this week. And I tied with myself for two songs. I'm like a knot. I'm a pretzel. I'm tied up, man.
The Doors - L.A. Woman
And Deep Purple - My Woman From Toykyo
Thanks for playing along this week everyone!
Guess what I'm about to do? Go eat lunch and then? Then I get to go to a meeting about mailings. Seriously. You want to trade lives with me right now, don't you?
My internet still doesn't work at home on any type of consistent basis so I haven't been able to blog to y'all from there. Thank goodness for having Facebook, email and games on my phone though. I can hardly remember what life was like before smart phones, laptops, etc. I guess it was a lot calmer and I read a lot more.
The college student I'm renting my guest room to for the next couple of months moved in Tuesday night. And last night she went to a party and didn't come home. That sounds like she's wild, right? She's actually not. She told me ahead of time she was staying at her friend's since they were throwing a post-finals/birthday party. And guess what? She didn't know the birthday person. I told her it was just like me throwing a birthday party for someone I don't know and who wasn't even at the party!
Guess what I did yesterday?
Just guess.
Overnight packages! Woot!
This is what it looked like when I first started this past two weeks with its plethora of mailings. Nice and neat and organized. This mailing had multiple larger enclosures so I spread out in a conference room:
And this is what my office looked like yesterday afternoon. After we've sent out now almost 800 overnight packages in two weeks:
You can see a little bit of my poor office mate in this next view from my desk. She's wearing all black because she's mourning the loss of our neat office. The brown cardboard box thrown all willy nilly on top of the packages? That's what the enclosures for yesterday's mailing were sent to us in and I was angry at it so I threw it down when I had emptied it:
Okay, on to the Music Monday winners:
First Place goes to Mary Lou for The Clash - London Falling:
Second Place honors belong to Sadie for Randy Newman - I Love L.A.
And Third Place goes to the judge this week. And I tied with myself for two songs. I'm like a knot. I'm a pretzel. I'm tied up, man.
The Doors - L.A. Woman
And Deep Purple - My Woman From Toykyo
Thanks for playing along this week everyone!
Guess what I'm about to do? Go eat lunch and then? Then I get to go to a meeting about mailings. Seriously. You want to trade lives with me right now, don't you?
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