Does anyone else think the woman in the Nokia ad who talks about deleting her former boyfriend’s phone number is just a little unhinged?
I have been sucked into the My Fair Brady vortex this afternoon and great googly moogly. I saw the episode where Peter asks ATM to marry him. That’s quite a way to start a marriage. Good luck drama queens.
So, the collection agency called here again looking for the deadbeat who owned this house before us.
I called back and got voice mail as usual and said this was the second time they’ve called. I said I know he’s a deadbeat and we bought the house from him a year ago and we are not friends so quit calling here. After googling, I found the collection company is in Texas which is SHOCKINGLY enough where the deadbeat is. Which they’ve been told twice. And, guess what? I bet if you google him, you’ll find him. Seriously, just because he once lived at this address doesn’t mean he’s still here. Check out house sale records and you’ll see he’s not. Use your mad collection skillz and quit bothering me.
The better-half also called the number. I have to wait what he said/they said. They’d better never call here again. The first call I was helpful. The second call I was pissed. The third call will bring on the nuclear option.
When I rule the world, I’m going to take away driver licenses from people who drive big SUVs and can’t keep their mega-mobile in the lane. If it’s too big to control, maybe you shouldn’t drive it.
When I rule the world, I’m going to issue a moratorium on adults who are consumed by cute. After you pass a certain age, you shouldn’t surround yourself with stuffed animals and pillows with cartoon characters. This moratorium does not include spending time watching cartoons just surrounding yourself with that cute crap. Grow up.
When I rule the world, all gnats will have to migrate or die instead of lingering after it gets cold. Out, out damn gnat!
When I rule the world, there will be no complaining about the change of season unless, of course, the season refuses to change. Don’t complain about cold weather, move to the tropics.
What’s your evil plot?
I just sent this link to the better-half with the subject line “How to get relatives to stop asking you about computers”. Heh, if he demanded payment like this guy, he’d never get asked about computers. For the record, the better-half is a software developer not Mr. Computer Fix-it.
For the family members reading this (you know who you are), just ignore this post. I’m talking about those relatives we don’t see for months on end and then suddenly need to talk to the better-half because the computer died. You know who I mean.
I had to go to the card store this afternoon to buy cards for the two unit managers at the office. They have back-to-back birthdays next week. Guess what was right across the street from where I parked? The chocolate store. The gravitational pull was so strong that I had to go in there and buy $20 worth of chocolate.
The office is so empty that tumbleweeds are blowing down the hallways. I’m serious. No one is here today except a couple of part-timers and me. I feel like I missed a memo or something.
I was warned back in the summer that beginning with Thanksgiving the office becomes an empty shell. We have a generous amount of time off for Winter Break and we have a generous leave policy. People tend to hold their leave until the end of the year when they burn it like kindling.
The only thing for me to do is to turn on the MP3 player and look busy.
By popular request (OK, one request). This is the start of the story of why my father isn’t speaking to me. Fast forward to now and I just think he’s mad and needs to be mad at someone and that someone is me.
Here’s a fish marinade the better-half made up. We use this one quite a bit. We use it on grilled tuna mostly.
6 cloves garlic
1/4 cup ginger — freshly ground
1/4 cup soy sauce
1/4 cup sherry
1/4 cup rice wine vinegar
1/4 cup olive oil
2 tablespoons sesame oil
Mix all ingredients with a whisk.
Can substitute: powdered ginger for fresh ginger, garlic powder for garlic, vodka & tequila for sherry.
This has been a really long week and I’m tired. To celebrate Friday we’re having a fish gorge. Tuna with a black pepper crust grilled, of course. Shrimp with some of my rocking cocktail sauce. Some sushi–the fishy kind and the veggie kind. A bottle of Pacific Rim Riesling.
Tomorrow we’re off to get haircuts. I’m not sure what else is on tap.
My mother asked me last night if we were joining them for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is one of her favorite holidays. I really like it too. I told her that I was hoping we wouldn’t have to talk about it this week (what with her mother’s funeral and all). She got that look on her face and quietly said OK. For those of you keeping score at home we’re almost to the 3 year mark of my father acting like a total asshole and not speaking to me. Can you blame me for not wanting to join in on the family holiday meal? Still, it really bothers me about having to tell her no.
Last night we had tickets to the Elton John concert. We’ve had these tickets for months because he had to cancel the original show due to illness. Yesterday was the day of my grandmother’s funeral mass. By the time we went to that and I went back to work and then got home, I really wasn’t very pumped about going to the concert. There was also a “say farewell to Grammie” dinner hosted by Grammie (really, she paid for it) last night. So, we attempted and failed to get rid of our tickets and I went to the dinner instead. The better-half ended up having to take care of his mother last night so Elton John lost out to family stuff on both sides.
While the pocketbook is still smarting from how much we wasted on those tickets, I’m very glad I went to the dinner last night. The meal was not all that great, but we had such a good time hanging out together. I sat next to one of my sisters, a cousin and his fiancée and another cousin’s teenaged boys. Towards the end of the evening we were in stitches over a silly joke that kept waxing and waning and dragged out for way too long but kept us laughing anyway.
Realistically, dinner last night may be the last time I see some of those people. The family is not that closely knit anymore. People grow up, people move away, people make other families…it happens.
Yesterday I was vacuuming and thinking about geometry. Don’t ask. It is impossible to tell you why things pop into my head.
I was thinking about taking geometry in the 10th grade and how I hated it because I’d get papers back with “well written proof but it’s wrong” scrawled across the top. I had at least 4 teachers that year–they all left for a variety of reasons. One, I found out years later, was a raging alcoholic. He showed up at a Don’t Drink thing at the college I went to and told his sad story of how he bailed on a 10th grade geometry class. Man, what are the odds that a smart-ass would say from the back of the room that she was in that class?
Anyway, back to not liking geometry. The class should have been like a dream for me. You make up a story and as long as it’s believable it’s right…wrong. It always annoyed me that the rules for all other writing were just tossed right out the door. Seriously, if you think about writing a story, poem, research paper or whatnot, it is always important that you make it make sense. If you want to write about the little people who live in the front yard, make people believe it and you are on your way to a good story.
Too bad math isn’t like that.
Recently downloaded songs:
Teardrop-Massive Attack
Heaven-Ronny Jordan
Sweet Emotion-Leo Kottke & Mike Gordon (killer version)
Bossa Per Due-Nicola Conte
Pon De Replay-Rihanna (just try to stay still)
I Will Not Be Broken-Bonnie Raitt
Season’s Change-Expose
Worn Me Down-Rachael Yamagata
He War-Cat Power
Hope There’s Someone-Antony and the Johnsons
Warning Shots (vinyl version)-Thievery Corporation
Lighten Up-Morcheeba
Mahnamahna-Piero Umiliani (did you know the muppets borrowed from French or was that Italian porn?)
Hide and Seek-Imogen Heap
Do It Again-Nada Surf
Damaged Goods-Gang of Four
No More-Cowboy Junkies
Animals-Gravenhurst
Poster of a Girl-Metric
Ain’t No Easy Way-Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
