24 February 2004, 10:33 ayem
Ralph Nader is pissing me off.
23 February 2004, 4:32 peeyem
The pod people are coming! The pod people are coming!
I arranged today to have PODS drop off one of those yowge container things at my house on March 3 and picked back up on March 5. If you've been following along at home, you know that I'm not closing until March 10. But I can only get the movers on March 4. And I'm aware that there are other movers I could call, but these are my favorite movers and they have always done a really good job for me. So I've lost 11 days of packing time in one fell swoop. My mother and stepsugar are saddling up their white chargers and coming day after tomorrow to pack up the kitchen, because my mother apparently does evermore love to pack up some dishes. I think she just wants at my spatulas, if you want to know the trust about it.
The termite people are coming on March 8 to do their thing, and then two days after that, I'll be in a closing attorney's office, signing papers with a new blue pen.
The weekend was, to say the least, interesting. I meant only to go out to dinner with friends on Friday evening and then go pack. I ended up going to dinner and then to the Clermont Lounge, and I am relieved to find that if the publishing gig doesn't work out, I can probably get a job there (only I'm really hoping it doesn't all come down to that). At some point during my teenage years, Daddy told me to stay out of lounges and clip joints. I don't even know what a clip joint is, but I'm pretty sure that the Clermont qualifies for both. Pete got gum out of the machine and I'm not altogether certain he's not going to get diptheria or something from it.
19 February 2004, 12:52 peeyem
This is a big news week.
My friends Jeff and Maria Ragsdale welcomed their little boy, Sanders Frederick Ragsdale, into the world this week. Jeff sent pictures and he's a honey, cute as a bug's butt.
My friend Tamara and her little family are moving from one place to another in Oregon and they're very excited about it.
My friend Lynn bought a puppy (!) at the auction on Sunday morning. Her name is Ripchen, which is German for little pork chop. Her street name, however, is P. Chop.
And finally, yesterday I signed a bunch of pieces of paper that say that on March 10 I will sign even more pieces of paper that say that someone else (and her bank) will own my house. I am pleased that 50% of the people who looked at my house made offers, and am pleased that it was only on the market 91 days before I got the offer that we've been working with since the end of January. For my next trick, I will pack up all my stuff and have it put in storage until I find another house to buy. To that end, if you feel compelled to come pack or to stay between me and the front door so I will, let me know – I can probably be entertaining while I do it.
We have now had two days of blue skies and sunshine, and not a moment too soon. That said, I think it's supposed to rain tomorrow.
11 February 2004, 2:30 peeyem
What makes a person pull into a parking lot that they don't normally park at and park in a spot that is very clearly marked RESERVED? And then leave that car in that space and leave the premises? When the parking lot belongs to an office building, not the restaurant they are going to? When they know that they are not the person for whom the spot is reserved or by whom it is leased?
When my employer returns from places and finds that her spot is occupied by an errant parker, she just parks her car behind theirs and comes inside like nothing happened, which I think is appropriated.
In another exciting development, I can tell you that I officially win the SHE SURE CAN PICK 'EM AWARD. And that is all I have to say about that.
Finally, if you are my friend Robby, would I be correct in thinking that you are engaged and I have heard about it on the grapevine?
10 February 2004, 10:19 ayem
My hair looks like a brown bowl turned over my head. It's kinda like my nephew, Britt's, except his is bright blond and he wanted it that way. With me, it's just happenstance.
I accepted an offer on the house last week, and today is the inspection. If it's what the buyer needs it to be, she's taking the house as is, and I will, for all intents and purposes, be homeless for the first time in my life. I mean, not really, I'll find somewhere to live, but it will be the first time I've had to move without A Plan in place. This, of course, makes me very aware of just how much stuff I've accumulated, big stuff, furniture things, that I can't lift myself and that definitely won't fit in my car. I should start packing and giving things away to Goodwill and whomever needs it and throwing other things away, but I hate to jinx myself by starting already.
In other exciting news, I have been wearing contacts since last Wednesday. It had been a year since I have been able to comfortably wear them, and I am tickled bright orange to be able to get my eye right to the viewfinder of the camera, and playing tennis with sunglasses will be like some huge extravagance for me.
More later.
4 February 2004, 11:21 ayem
Taylor & Makayla
I think that sweet and innocent business is just an act, but they're mighty cute, aren't they?
3 February 2004, 4:12 peeyem
I am about tired of hearing about Janet Jackson's nipple and Justin Timberlake's exposure thereof. I've seen the pictures. I'm not sure what, besides the grace of God, is holding that star thing on there, but I don't care. It's just a nipple; we all have them. It shouldn't have been shown during primetime television, but neither should tongue-kissing between teenagers and killing of thugs by thugs. I won't even go into what goes on in daytime television.
It seems to me that there are more important things to be worrying about than some musician's breast. For instance, in the three minutes it will take you to read this entry, the goverment will spend around $4 million dollars. FOUR MILLION DOLLARS. Lord knows, I have to worry about athletes on steroids and gay people wanting to marry each other and Martha Stewart's damn pocketbook too much to waste even one nanosecond worrying about decency during the superbowl. I don't know when I'm going to have time to worry about Kobe Bryant's endorsements.
And besides all that, if you're that worried about your children, why are they staying up late on a school night to watch GROWN MEN TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER OVER A MISHAPEN BALL THAT'S NOT EVEN AS BIG AS A WATERMELON?
And do you find it easier to discuss erectile disfunction with your children than you do breasts?
Sheesh. Saints preserve us.
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