Ahh Work
I've found it odd that since the summer started I am much more apt to work longer hours each day. And oddly, I seem to enjoy it more. I don't understand this phenomenon. Usually I work a certain number of hours every day. Sometimes more, sometimes less and sometimes not at all. Sunday, I was way over my weekly quota and still I decided to work. What's wrong with me?
Today, I added up my hours and realized that basically I can take the entire weekend off. Yet I am stressed at the idea of not keeping to my schedule. I think I really need a vacation. Where should I go? Hiking in the Tetons? Take Gracie into the Uintas? These are the days I wish I hadn't said no to dating.
May I Take Your Order?
Today, my parents went a step to far. Instead of using me as their own personal 411 operator as per usual (1-800-FREE-411 is beyond them), my dad called and asked me to call and order Chinese take out for him. I love that he took the time to call me to order, but couldn't call and order himself.
I am not a personal assistant, nor am I a take-out orderer. I hate the phone and despise calling people, especially people I don't know. You know what's worse? Calling someone I don't know three states away, over a cell phone with poor connection and trying to communicate with a man whose accent is so Deck the Halls fa-ra-ra-ra-ra that I can't figure out whether I actually ordered what I was supposed to. Good times.
Introducing George the Three Legged Wonder Dog
George is having a hard time adjusting to his lost leg. He's not in pain (because he's totally trashed on painkillers), but he knows there's something different and isn't quite sure what it is. It doesn't help that Baby E is in his house disturbing things.
The Other Daughter
My mom called me the other day to let me know that George had come through his surgery okay. Poor baby is not going to understand what happened. And in the conversation my mom also let me know that her "other daughter" is coming with her baby to stay at my parents.
S's cousin is getting married next weekend, so I figured she was coming up for the wedding and would stay at my parents'. The conversation went something like this:
E: That sounds nice.
M: No.
E: It's not nice?
M: No.
E: Why not?
M: Because she's coming to stay.
E: Like stay, stay? For how long?
M: I don't know.
E: Why is she coming?
M: I don't know.
E: What do you know?
M: Nothing. She just called and said she wanted to come home and I said okay. I just thought you should know in case she's homicidal or suicidal or something.
E: So you're going to have a mentally unstable S and her baby living with you for an unspecified length of time? Good luck with that.
My mother has severe grandbaby lust and throws S's baby in my face as how I'm missing out because she'd shower them with gifts and attention and instead, Baby E is getting it. Now my mom gets to have her living there 24/7. Ha!
Poor George is coming home tomorrow after losing his leg. He's just going to want peace and quiet. Instead there'll be a baby/toddler in his house.
Well That Was Rude
So I officially listed my house on Thursday. And of course, before it was even posted on the MLS, another realtor called and wanted to show the house. Now it seems to me that the housing market is supposed to suck so I wasn't expecting a call an hour after leaving the realtor's. My house was not nearly clean enough to let potential buyers come in. Good thing I work from home because it took me until 4 AM last night to be satisfied.
Thankfully, I only have to clean for future showings. This time around I was moving furniture and packing boxes out to the garage. Oh yeah, and finishing the floor in the bathroom closet (freaking hours here for two feet of space) and painting and replacing the trim that Gracie destroyed during her furnace fearing days.
Anyway, the showing was at 1:30 today. I left about 1:15 and set out with Gracie to Taco Bell about ten miles down the freeway at the truck stop. Sadly, they were out of sour cream, so I went to Burger King. Then I drove to a freeway turn off up on one of the benches (better cell service), parked and talked to V for more than an hour. I arrived home after 3:00 and they were still at my house.
Now a massive storm was about to hit, the rain started falling and I knew all the windows in my house open. Then it started hailing and there I was with my truck not in a garage but parked in the wide open park and ride and with a totally freaked out dog. At this point, I got mad. House appointments are typically half hour, but an hour's okay. Almost two hours is really, really rude. I wonder how late they were.
This town does not have anywhere for me to go for two hours. The library closes at 2 on Saturdays, so what, I should hang at the grocery store for two hours? Next time I'm totally parking in the school parking lot across the street and watching the goings on. It's not like I can leave my Gracie in a hot car anyway.
Boo to these rude dumbasses! If you're going to be that late, call the realtor and push the appointment back an hour.
As Seen on TV
I watch a lot of late night television. As such, I get to see a lot of those only on TV products that I only want because they seem ridiculous. Here are some of my favorites:
The Neckline Slimmer, which as one person put it, is a pogo stick for your chin. The thing that amuses me the most about the commercial is that there are three springs, Beginner, Intermediate and Advanced. And there is a training video. Seriously, the thing is a chin rest on a spring. What can you possibly need a training video for?
The
Ab Circle Pro looks like the stupidest ab workout yet. But I love spin-y chairs and this looks kind of like spinning only you only go halfway before stopping and going back the other way. It might make you dizzy, but I think it might be fun for a few seconds.
And finally, the
Teeter Hang Ups. This one makes you hang upside down like a bat while supposedly relieving back pain. The best part of the commercial for this one though, is the small print that reads, "Extraordinary Claims". No "Individual results may vary" for this product. It's a straight up you're a sucker if you believe us message. I want one.
Viva Las Vegas
Today I got my weekly travel deal e-mail from the company I work for. Typically, I just scan it for deals in my territories to make sure the information is correct. Today, however, I noticed the nifty Vegas deal. Since I'm heading to Vegas in December as always, i looked into it. $59 a night with free access to the Buffet at the MGM Grand. That's free meals for two the entire stay. There's other stuff included too, but all I care about is the free food.
I usually stay at the former Barbary Coast because it's mid-strip and you walk in off the street into the elevator and up to your room. However, the price difference was $9 a night and there is no way to feed two people in Vegas for $9 a day. We'll each pay $118 for food and lodging for four nights. Now I have more money for drinking and gambling. And I don't gamble.
Biopsy results are in...
And it seems George has cancer. Treatment includes radical resectioning and potentially chemo. The dog we had for most of my childhood had cancer in her leg too. Ultimately, she died when the cancer spread to her brain (this was years after having the leg cancer removed). No one wants to see George suffer in the same horrible way Chelsea did. Here's hoping the cancer can be removed and that George can spend the last years of his life as a happy dog albeit with half a foot missing.
