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1. I have the best boss in the world. Well, I have two bosses, actually, but, how to put it... hmm... if I was Erestor, which I'm not because that's just silliness, but if I did happen to be a fanfictional chief counselor/librarian/everything else who had more than one boss, one would be Elrond and the other would be Gil-Galad, if we were in the Second Age, which we're not, but let's pretend. And the one who is Gil-Galad, would be awesome. Elrond would just be a neat freak. Okay, he's not bad. He's okay, most of the time. But, a neat freak. Who... randomly calls and asks 'Who's the troll in the Hobbit?' and I have to say 'It wasn't a troll, it was another hobbit, and his name was Gollum.', but I digress.
So, my awesome boss is super awesome. Letting me take sudden vacation to take care of the house and finding people to cover me. I OWE him. Totally. I hope he likes chocolate or something. I know he likes pizza, but saying 'hey, thanks, and btw, here's a pizza!'...yeah, that's weird. Anyhow...
1. People should not put couches in their basement if the couch is too large and heavy to get back up the stairs. I swear, they built the house around this couch. However, six hours and the correct size ratchet thingie later, the couch is in two pieces sitting atop the dumpsters at the landfill. Yeah. We actually hoisted it up so they are in the upright position. Looks like a prank, come to think of it. But, we won! Ha! Take that, couch of doom!
2. When you're on the rag and pissed as hell over the six hour couch ordeal, there's nothing better in the world than taking a sledge hammer to some drywall. Good times, y'all. Good times.
3. We're pretty sure, after today which included spraying lots of bleach and bagging up lots of icky junk, it's not mold on the walls. It's mildew. It's icky, but, it's mildew. How am I so certain? I'm allergic to mold. I'm like a bloodhound for it. This stuff was just... icky mildew nasty blech stuff. Even looks like it compared to other places that have mildew. Here's hoping we can get it all cleaned up in the next two days.
4. This one goes out to the Milwaukee posse -- Dark, Vonn, Nui, Colleen, representin' -- DUDE! WTF is up with us having such friggin' huge basement spiders?! They're, like, frickin' huge! I'm afraid to go looking to see what kind these are that have so happily decided to reside in the basement. They're brownish-red and icky. And BIG. Mutherfuckers. *shudders*
5. There was a number five, but I'm very tired and don't remember it. I am beginning to feel like a resident of Menards and Harbor Freight Tools these days.
Oh, here's a number 6... the writing class I'm taking... the instructor wasn't a fan of my fiction, but he thinks I'm excelling with the essays and the professional writing and scholarly stuff. Is just weird for me.
And Leon's! There is Leon's in my near future! For those that don't know what I mean... well, I pitty the fool who don't know 'bout Leon's.
Okay. Later all. I gotta go see a guy about a rip saw in the morning, but not until after I go give a realtor and a bank and a landlord and a credit card place and a phone company and an insurance company some of my money. Insurance came in at way, way, way, way less than everyone kept saying it would, and we added some riders and things and it's still under half the price everyone said. Go us for whatever we did to make our insurance company happy. I doubt it was the jokes I was cracking with the agent yesterday, but, hey, you never know.
Back of my mind, nervous about Harley's blood work results now. Called this morning to get them, and doc was busy, they said she'd call back. My cell wasn't working, though, so I never got a call, though I did get some calls that cut out. Anyhow, my thought is, if all was well, they'd have left a message on the machine, and if something was wrong, they'd want to talk real time on the phone?
I'm just crossing my fingers that maybe doc was too busy to call back or forgot or something.
And, I'm addicted to Mafia Wars on facebook. If anyone's over there that I don't know about, I'm just under my regular address (zhiester@gmail.com) but it wouldn't let me register as Zhie because it's less than five characters. Bastards. So, if you're on facebook, glomp me, and if you're playing Mafia Wars, dude! this game is too addicting! (I blame Jeff and Anjulka... kept seeing their little messages... too curious... and... gah, got hooked.)
Which, is where I'm off to now before bed...
1. I have the best boss in the world. Well, I have two bosses, actually, but, how to put it... hmm... if I was Erestor, which I'm not because that's just silliness, but if I did happen to be a fanfictional chief counselor/librarian/everything else who had more than one boss, one would be Elrond and the other would be Gil-Galad, if we were in the Second Age, which we're not, but let's pretend. And the one who is Gil-Galad, would be awesome. Elrond would just be a neat freak. Okay, he's not bad. He's okay, most of the time. But, a neat freak. Who... randomly calls and asks 'Who's the troll in the Hobbit?' and I have to say 'It wasn't a troll, it was another hobbit, and his name was Gollum.', but I digress.
So, my awesome boss is super awesome. Letting me take sudden vacation to take care of the house and finding people to cover me. I OWE him. Totally. I hope he likes chocolate or something. I know he likes pizza, but saying 'hey, thanks, and btw, here's a pizza!'...yeah, that's weird. Anyhow...
1. People should not put couches in their basement if the couch is too large and heavy to get back up the stairs. I swear, they built the house around this couch. However, six hours and the correct size ratchet thingie later, the couch is in two pieces sitting atop the dumpsters at the landfill. Yeah. We actually hoisted it up so they are in the upright position. Looks like a prank, come to think of it. But, we won! Ha! Take that, couch of doom!
2. When you're on the rag and pissed as hell over the six hour couch ordeal, there's nothing better in the world than taking a sledge hammer to some drywall. Good times, y'all. Good times.
3. We're pretty sure, after today which included spraying lots of bleach and bagging up lots of icky junk, it's not mold on the walls. It's mildew. It's icky, but, it's mildew. How am I so certain? I'm allergic to mold. I'm like a bloodhound for it. This stuff was just... icky mildew nasty blech stuff. Even looks like it compared to other places that have mildew. Here's hoping we can get it all cleaned up in the next two days.
4. This one goes out to the Milwaukee posse -- Dark, Vonn, Nui, Colleen, representin' -- DUDE! WTF is up with us having such friggin' huge basement spiders?! They're, like, frickin' huge! I'm afraid to go looking to see what kind these are that have so happily decided to reside in the basement. They're brownish-red and icky. And BIG. Mutherfuckers. *shudders*
5. There was a number five, but I'm very tired and don't remember it. I am beginning to feel like a resident of Menards and Harbor Freight Tools these days.
Oh, here's a number 6... the writing class I'm taking... the instructor wasn't a fan of my fiction, but he thinks I'm excelling with the essays and the professional writing and scholarly stuff. Is just weird for me.
And Leon's! There is Leon's in my near future! For those that don't know what I mean... well, I pitty the fool who don't know 'bout Leon's.
Okay. Later all. I gotta go see a guy about a rip saw in the morning, but not until after I go give a realtor and a bank and a landlord and a credit card place and a phone company and an insurance company some of my money. Insurance came in at way, way, way, way less than everyone kept saying it would, and we added some riders and things and it's still under half the price everyone said. Go us for whatever we did to make our insurance company happy. I doubt it was the jokes I was cracking with the agent yesterday, but, hey, you never know.
Back of my mind, nervous about Harley's blood work results now. Called this morning to get them, and doc was busy, they said she'd call back. My cell wasn't working, though, so I never got a call, though I did get some calls that cut out. Anyhow, my thought is, if all was well, they'd have left a message on the machine, and if something was wrong, they'd want to talk real time on the phone?
I'm just crossing my fingers that maybe doc was too busy to call back or forgot or something.
And, I'm addicted to Mafia Wars on facebook. If anyone's over there that I don't know about, I'm just under my regular address (zhiester@gmail.com) but it wouldn't let me register as Zhie because it's less than five characters. Bastards. So, if you're on facebook, glomp me, and if you're playing Mafia Wars, dude! this game is too addicting! (I blame Jeff and Anjulka... kept seeing their little messages... too curious... and... gah, got hooked.)
Which, is where I'm off to now before bed...
