So I got home last night to find a card from a Federal officer that tried to serve papers to me. When i tracked them down I discovered that there was a foreclosure and lien placed on my condo by the association who mistakenly thinks I owe them over $1,000. WRONG!
I've tried for over a year to get my account straightened out. I've sent emails, letters, made phone calls and no one thought it necessary to respond at the time. How do they respond with a stinkin' lawsuit!!!
Condo associations don't even check with their accountants. The accounts show that I only owe $158 AND even that is wrong. I made a payment that they didn't credit to my account.
I swear (ok I know I'm not supposed to swear) situations like this make me crazy. There's no conversation, no discussion nothing. It's rude. Rude to not try to work this out. Rude that it happens two days before I leave town. RUDE RUDE RUDE.
Thanks, I needed to get that out. Stay tuned.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
And now it's Wednesday
So now it's Wednesday, hump day. It's all downhill from here. I can't wait til the weekend. This has been one of the longest weeks in recent memory. Why you might ask? Because on Saturday I leave for Seattle where I'll board the Norwegian Pearl for a cruise to Alaska.
Guys this is a dream trip for me. I've wanted to cruise in Alaska since the last time I worked at L&K. That's almost 10 years ago. I'm so excited. My buddy D will be traveling with me and even if the cruise is a bust, which it won't be, it'll be fun spending the time together.
Stay tuned to the blog as I'll be writing about our exploits.
A wonderfully creative friend of mine has an inspirational blog that's absolutely wonderful. It's called Manna for Manaña. If you have time check it out, you'll be blessed. I promise!
Guys this is a dream trip for me. I've wanted to cruise in Alaska since the last time I worked at L&K. That's almost 10 years ago. I'm so excited. My buddy D will be traveling with me and even if the cruise is a bust, which it won't be, it'll be fun spending the time together.
Stay tuned to the blog as I'll be writing about our exploits.
A wonderfully creative friend of mine has an inspirational blog that's absolutely wonderful. It's called Manna for Manaña. If you have time check it out, you'll be blessed. I promise!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Psalm 23 - as it should be recited
Got this link in an email today from a dear friend. It's fabulous. At least I think so.
Hope you enjoy it.
Psalm 23
Hope you enjoy it.
Psalm 23
Where does time go...
Has it really been almost a month since I last blogged??? Man!!! That's awful. Sorry. Things have been nuts. Let's catch up.
I've been to Washington DC and Seattle since I last wrote. Didn't get to see much of DC was only there for a day and 1/2 but I still get a thrill riding into town from Reagan National Airport and looking out the taxi window and seeing the Washington Monument. Or the Jefferson Memorial. I'm such a sap. I get all goose-bumply.
Went to Seattle for a weekend on a site inspection. Site inspections are fun. You go to a port city and meet the client who's trying to decide whether or not to trust your recommendation and book their group on the particular ship you're going to see. Most times you've never met the client and sometimes you've never been on that ship before. This time I was lucky. I'd toured the Pearl once. But fortunately the cruise line was awesome and had the Hotel Director (a very important dude) ready to take us on a tour of the ship. We had lunch in the steakhouse. YUMMY! The client loved the ship. Loved us and looks like they're going to trust us after all.
The best part of this trip was going #1 going to Seattle and #2 touring the ship I'm going to sail on in a couple of weeks. Yes folks I'm actually going on a trip for longer than a day. I'm going on an Alaska cruise. I can't wait. It's something I've always wanted to do. So it's like a dream come true. I'll write all about it.
If you've never been to Seattle, you must add it to the list of cities to visit. It has a certain vibe that's so much fun. There's a Starbuck on every corner (literally). It's the birth place of Noordstrom's department store. And Pike Street Market is a must see. You'll see the most beautiful flowers and the biggest fish for sale.
Looks like I'm trying to make up for my lack of blogging all in one post. I'll sign off now and add more, soon.
Where are places you've been that I should add to my must see list???
I've been to Washington DC and Seattle since I last wrote. Didn't get to see much of DC was only there for a day and 1/2 but I still get a thrill riding into town from Reagan National Airport and looking out the taxi window and seeing the Washington Monument. Or the Jefferson Memorial. I'm such a sap. I get all goose-bumply.
Went to Seattle for a weekend on a site inspection. Site inspections are fun. You go to a port city and meet the client who's trying to decide whether or not to trust your recommendation and book their group on the particular ship you're going to see. Most times you've never met the client and sometimes you've never been on that ship before. This time I was lucky. I'd toured the Pearl once. But fortunately the cruise line was awesome and had the Hotel Director (a very important dude) ready to take us on a tour of the ship. We had lunch in the steakhouse. YUMMY! The client loved the ship. Loved us and looks like they're going to trust us after all.
The best part of this trip was going #1 going to Seattle and #2 touring the ship I'm going to sail on in a couple of weeks. Yes folks I'm actually going on a trip for longer than a day. I'm going on an Alaska cruise. I can't wait. It's something I've always wanted to do. So it's like a dream come true. I'll write all about it.
If you've never been to Seattle, you must add it to the list of cities to visit. It has a certain vibe that's so much fun. There's a Starbuck on every corner (literally). It's the birth place of Noordstrom's department store. And Pike Street Market is a must see. You'll see the most beautiful flowers and the biggest fish for sale.
Looks like I'm trying to make up for my lack of blogging all in one post. I'll sign off now and add more, soon.
Where are places you've been that I should add to my must see list???
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
How to Stay Young
We all need to read this one over and over
until it becomes part of who we are!
HOW TO STAY YOUNG
1. Try everything twice. On Madams tombstone
(of Whelan's and Madam)
she said she wanted this epitaph:
Tried everything twice...loved it both times!
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
(Keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches.)
3 Keep learning: Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain get idle.
"An idle mind is the devil's workshop."
And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5 Laugh often, long and loud.
Laugh until you gasp for breath.
And if you have a friend who makes you laugh,
spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER.
6 The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on.
The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves.
LIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love:
Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8 Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it.
If it is unstable, improve it.
If it is beyond what you can improve, get help ,
and if there is no help available,
learn to live with what you have!!
9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall,
even to the next county, to a foreign country,
but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them,
at every opportunity.
11. Forgive now those who made you cry.
You might not get a second time
And if you don't send this to at least 4 people - who cares?
But do share this with someone .
until it becomes part of who we are!
HOW TO STAY YOUNG
1. Try everything twice. On Madams tombstone
(of Whelan's and Madam)
she said she wanted this epitaph:
Tried everything twice...loved it both times!
2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
(Keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches.)
3 Keep learning: Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain get idle.
"An idle mind is the devil's workshop."
And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!
4. Enjoy the simple things.
5 Laugh often, long and loud.
Laugh until you gasp for breath.
And if you have a friend who makes you laugh,
spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER.
6 The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on.
The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves.
LIVE while you are alive.
7. Surround yourself with what you love:
Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
8 Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it.
If it is unstable, improve it.
If it is beyond what you can improve, get help ,
and if there is no help available,
learn to live with what you have!!
9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall,
even to the next county, to a foreign country,
but NOT to where the guilt is.
10. Tell the people you love that you love them,
at every opportunity.
11. Forgive now those who made you cry.
You might not get a second time
And if you don't send this to at least 4 people - who cares?
But do share this with someone .
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
How Women Suffer...
I received this email from a friend and I must say I laughed out loud... Enjoy!
This is funny! CAUTION: Be prepared to laugh out loud...I laughed till I almost cried as I could just see this happening! All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you must rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)
So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace yourself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!
I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIP! P!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.
I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. DAMN!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. *hoo-hoo*? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!
I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? WRONG!!!!!!!
I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.
So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter - "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"
There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!!
I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!
By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, I but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It works!!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.
Next week I'm going to try hair color......Now that's funny .......Notttttttttt
This is funny! CAUTION: Be prepared to laugh out loud...I laughed till I almost cried as I could just see this happening! All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you must rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)
So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace yourself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!
I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIP! P!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.
I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. DAMN!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. *hoo-hoo*? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!
I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? WRONG!!!!!!!
I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.
So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter - "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"
There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!!
I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!
By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, I but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It works!!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.
Next week I'm going to try hair color......Now that's funny .......Notttttttttt
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Going to the dogs
It's Sunday afternoon and I didn't get a nap. I just can't settle down. I've been updating my "My Space" page and Facebook page. I folded laundry. Tried to do laundry but the machines are busy. My greatest home wish is to have a washer/dryer in my condo. It's not allowed. RATS!!!
I have to go feed my brother's dogs, Atilla and Shadow. They are big labradors who think they're chiuhuas. They are the sweetes doggies ever. I also have to feed the hedgehog and 3 tanks full of fish. Man! It's wall to wall animals. Ok so I have the gift of exaggeration - duh?
I just love Sundays. I love reading the Sunday paper. I love going to church. I love catching up on housework (ok I'm lying on that one). But I do love being home. It's my safe place. Where I can do stuff or not.
Do you love being home?
I have to go feed my brother's dogs, Atilla and Shadow. They are big labradors who think they're chiuhuas. They are the sweetes doggies ever. I also have to feed the hedgehog and 3 tanks full of fish. Man! It's wall to wall animals. Ok so I have the gift of exaggeration - duh?
I just love Sundays. I love reading the Sunday paper. I love going to church. I love catching up on housework (ok I'm lying on that one). But I do love being home. It's my safe place. Where I can do stuff or not.
Do you love being home?
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