I’m on a computer in a class. Someone with awful taste in music is playing ‘‘Call Me Maybe’’ in their headphones.
Where’s the barf bucket when I need it?? :mad:
Dammit now that bloody song is in my head:mad:
You don’t need a barf bucket. Presumably the awful-taste-in-music person has a desk right in front of them.
Try to make it look like you didn’t aim for that.
My MOH is back on the job. HURRAY that she feels like doing this for me. She wants to fly out the next weekend that Bill is out of town so we can have girl time. DOUBLE HURRAY!!
She also wants to start doing her MOH of duties, like learning how to hold me down and put contacts in my eyes. Ummmm…hurray? There was some discussion about having a dress fitting as well. oh hurray.
I have no doubts about marrying Bill. None at all. I had no doubts before I moved and things are even better than I had hoped they could be.
This Big Fucking White Wedding will only last for a day and will make him happy. I don’t care what happens as long as he is happy, but all of the details are making me nutz.
This BFWW is like a steam roller going down a hill. It just keeps going faster and faster and nothing can stop it.
I swear to gawd, I’m almost wishing for a pipeline to blow up on July 3rd so we have to run to the courthouse and get married before he has to go off and stomp fires out.
(Of course, I will expect him to stomp all the fires out in time to get back for the reception and honey moon. I don’t want to miss the party or uninterrupted cuddle time with him.)
Too late to edit. Geeze, I sound so churlish. Could everyone ignore that last post. I’m really happy that my MOH feels like being part of my wedding again. I’m really happy that everyone else is taking care of the details and are only wanting to help me with things that they can’t do for me.
Bill is wonderful, my friends are wonderful, its going to be a wonderful day.
Our cats are still buttheads, but that’s the nature of the beast. One of my rescue friends hooked me up with a greyhound rescue person who brought a dog over to meet us. The nice, sweet, well-mannered dog didn’t even notice the cats, she was too interested in us.
Lucky hissed and ran upstairs. Spike sniffed her up for a while, then suddenly got scared and ran upstairs. Bob ran into the kitchen and snarfed up kibble and then puked. Of course Steve just hid.
We have agreed that we will wait to get a dog until after the BFWW is over. This is going to take some work.
Waiting around to see exactly how injured my knees are is driving me nuts.
It was purely a freak accident – a slip and fall where I came right down hard on both kneecaps on a concrete floor :eek: Nothing is broken, but now we’re playing the can’t-have-MRI-until-PT-evaluation game. I’ve been out of work for nearly two weeks because I literally cannot stand nor walk around for more than a few minutes without feeling my knees will buckle and send me crashing. The earliest PT appointment I could get was this Friday afternoon, which means Ortho won’t get the results until early next week which means the MRI probably won’t be until later next week, yadda yadda yadda :headdesk:
Dear insurance rep.:
You’d have gotten farther with me if you had actually read the Notes box in the email form page I filled out, wherein you would have learned that the house to be insured IS in SC, you would have also had its address and its purchase price. Incidentally, I’d have cut you some slack had you also not insisted on referring to me as Ms Jenkins, when my full name of Jenkinson was on the original form at least twice, and in the subsequent reply email at least three more times, including DIRECTLY ABOVE your misspelling in your salutation.
In your profession attention to detail is fairly important, y’know…
Cattily,
Mrs JenkinSON
So Ms Jenson, how about adding some flood insurance to that policy.
Pbthbthbthbthbth!!
Buying a house should not be a full time job! These underwriters, and the mortgage “assistant” I have been working with are driving me crazy.
Adding up my hours, I have accrued a full work week running down paperwork, on the phone with insurance companies, accountants, HR departments. ARRRGH!
We close on the 12th. Can’t get here fast enough.
Sorry we can’t offer you Being Smart and Good-Looking insurance, because you’re already so Smart and Good-Looking that those count as pre-existing conditions for you! But how 'bout some Volcano insurance?
:D:D
If you say your salad consists of grilled chicken, craisins, candied walnuts and feta served on a bed of mixed greens it shouldn’t be breaded chicken breast, raisins, uncandied walnuts and some other chopped up nut that is clearly neither walnut nor candied served tossed with chopped romaine lettuce.
Lucky for you your stupid store is 6 blocks away from my job and I’m too lazy and hungry to go back and toss the salad onto your dumb head.
We kick our cat out at night because of that - she wants to sleep with her people, and that wouldn’t be a problem if she’d SLEEP! Every time one of us twitches, she gets up and stomps around on us. So kitty gets tossed out, and the motion sensing spray gets turned on (because she scratches and howls all night then).
Hah - you’ve perfectly described the spectrum of responses cats have to a new event. 
When we sold our house and bought another one three years ago, I was between assignments - I don’t know how people do this while working full time. It shouldn’t be a full time job, but man, it sure is!
Good luck with the whole thing - I don’t want to scare you, but it seems like there is always some last minute crisis in house purchases. Just take a deep breath and remember that you’re almost there. 
This morning I’m informed by the mortgage assistant that our coverage is not enough from our insurance provider, USAA. I call USAA, they explain to me that there is an “over insured” law in Colorado, and they can only insure rebuild to a certain amount. They fax that information over, and the assistant tells me that I’ll need to find another provider. I mention the over insurance law and five minutes later she informs me that the underwriters have reconsidered and approved the insurance.
I don’t think it’s an overt scam, but I don’t think I’ll be using this mortgage company again.
Incompetent or scamming? I don’t like your choices, either. 
Hot damn, I hadn’t gone bathing suit shopping in a few years, and boy has the quality of the selection gone down as the prices have gone up. I’m looking for a one piece to swim in at the gym - the elastic in the one I used the last few years is shot; I have a bikini that fits and looks good, but I wouldn’t want to do water aerobics in it and end up having a wardrobe malfunction in front of the 6 year olds. Can’t find a single suit locally for less than $50 that isn’t A) a grandma suit with a little skirt on it or B) a goddamn fugly monokini. Can’t find one less than $80 that doesn’t have shirring over the butt and stiff cantilevered uber-tummy-support to disguise and squish down all the body flaws I either don’t have or don’t care about. Simple spandex with perhaps a little bra cup support, that’s all I want, is that too much to ask? I’m going to have to go the tankini route, and I don’t like being forced into that for simple lack of selection of one-pieces.
Meanwhile, the guys can pick up a jam-shorts style swimsuit for 15 bucks at Sears. Christ.
I just found this one on the Walmart website (and have seen similar ones in person).
I personally like tankinis because they are much easier to pee when wearing.
I am annoyed at the world right now for making me doubt myself.
My son is having some behavioural troubles at school. I have been to the school 8 times in the last 4 weeks dealing with this. We finally got in to see the pediatrician and based on some assessments, he’s ADD with a side of ODD (distinctly not ADHD). Well, we are at our wits end so I decide we will try medication. If it works, great. If it doesn’t, nothing lost.
(This is from a person who declared before we had kids that we would NEVER give these kinds of meds to our child.)
This decision is killing me. I know that they are overprescribed. I get that but there are kids who legitimately need them. What if my kid is one of them? What if this lets him be happier? I have to try it, right?
I feel like I have failed as a parent.
I’ve had good luck at this site: hapari.com
Good quality, super fast shipping, extremely helpful staff. Best of all; they are reasonably priced.