Buzzkill of the Day
That's what I keep thinking!
Yeah, olive you guys are crazy!
My olives were passed their best today, had to throw out the leftovers.
Well meant, drunk and depressed. Same thing? I look at them and realize how silly they are. Yes, silly is the best word to use.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
Thats impressive.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
Apparently because there are issues with the timetable we won't start classes on the 1st, but rather on the 15th. And I was so excited!
I am getting sick, like lungs filled with crap sick. And I am trying to drive to California this weekend. So now I get to go home and eat a bunch of raw garlic. Whoow.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
That sucks.
Milk with chunks. Fucking ew. It was supposed to be fine until at least the end of this week!
Bitches be triflin' today.
So, not this time when Bob was home for 4 days, but 2 weeks ago when he was home for 5 days he noticed we had a water leak at the Sid of the house where the water line come. So he calls a plumber right? WRONG! So, when I'm kissing and hugging him bye at the airport Friday he says,"Oh, don't forget to call a plumber about that leak and I'll call you when I land." I know he works his ass off and has to be away from his family a lot, especially lately, but I really get tired of taking care of EVERYTHING sometimes. I mean, I do get the luxury of staying home to raise my kids and I feel like I should take care of most things since I'm not out there at a grind everyday. But when it comes to the Manly duties, I do them too. Mow the grass, get the oil changed in the car, take the car to get it worked on anytime the cars are broke, deal with the salesman when we buy a car, and on and on.
Anyhow, finally the plumber comes today as I'm headed out to take Jack to the Chiropractor. Show him the leak, let him the basement, blah, blah. I get home and where the leak is, there is a big whole dug full of water and no plumber around. So I figure they'll be back in the morning. It's 6:30. So, I'm on the phone with my girlfriend when I hear the sound of gushing water coming from the basement. I go down there and it is pouring in. I call the plumber and he wants to chit chat?! I said its gushing in what am I going to do. He says hell come over and turn it off. I call bob, who is in Albequerqee, New Mexico and he says ,"you're gonna have to go get the channel locks and turn it off at the main in the yard." I got it turned off with the help of my brother Inlaw next door who seen me struggling with it. The plumbers coming in the morning to fix the rest of it. They stopped digging because they ran into other cable and electrical lines and did not want to cut those. Me either. So I have 6 bottled waters and my sister Inlaw sent up 3 gallons for coffee and brushing teeth and dishes.
Oh and when Jack got in the explorer to leave when we got home, he turned the key to start it and it spun almost all the way around. And no, it didn't start. I'll be calling a mechanic in the morning. Never fails, when Bob leaves, things happen. But hey, I'm use to it now, I've been doing it for 10 years.
Whatever Whore!
The closing on my house is supposed to be today at ll am Pittsburgh time. I say "supposed to be" because I got a call last night at six to the effect of the buyers' deposit money hasn't appeared yet for some reason and I'm left hanging. It "might happen at noon. Maybe later than that. But possibly not. Maybe not at all." I have done everything I am supposed to do and want to punch people in the teeth right now. These buyers have managed to come in after deadline on everything every single step of the way.
In the same phonecall I was also asked, "Do you think you could send someone over to dust and vacuum so that the place looks tidy when they come over to sign the papers (assuming they do)?" My through-gritted-teeth response to my realtor was, "I've dropped my asking-price thirty-one thousand dollars for these fuckwits people already. If you want the floors swept so they don't besmirch their toes with the the dust of a five-month-empty house, you'd better pick up a broom."
My realtor and I are rather over each other at this point.
So. Tonight... maybe... if all goes well... I will be done with this bullshit. My dog gets steak and I get drunk.
Or. Possibly... I start all over again. I get drunk and the dog gets kibble.
Either way, drunk.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Good luck, Winnie.
Tuffy, real estate closings twist my stomach in knots. Something's always coming up at the last minute, threatening the whole deal.
I got really lucky on this house and everything went off without a hitch. Hope it stays on schedule (and also, CHEERS).
I hate estate agents. They're usually such smug, slimey gits.
Hope it goes through, Tuff.
Bummers all around.
Update.
The phone rang, I saw it was my realtor, and I swear I almost threw up. The buyers' deposit money came through. Their mortgage lender is now doing a final final re-reevaluation.
Buying this house was a thousand time easier than selling it, I must say.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Buying things usually is easier than selling them.
The difference between I want this and I don't want this anymore.
True. True.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Glad it is coming through so Lucy can have steak. (I remember 'Lucy' because my sister's dog is named that too... but now I wonder if it was someone else with a dog named lucy)
My buzkill is that picture day is tomorrow and Lily has a black eye that is heading into the ugly purple phase of healing.
That sounds bad. She walked into a chair at her friends house this weekend, I swear I don't hit my kids.
Even if I don't order pictures she will have her picture taken for the yearbook and all those things they use it for... I think I need to call her teacher and work out her not having her picture taken until retake time.
Every gradeschool photo ever taken of me features a black eye or busted lip or missing tooth. But then I was beaten, so...
My dog is Lucy. She wants steak.
I want Veuve Clicquot. Hoping I don't have to settle with Monte Alban. Me and Monte, we have a history.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I never bruised as a kid. My sister did.
I don't have a clue what you are talking about with your fancy wants. I'm not that classy. High end for me is a six pack of craft beer that costs $15.95
Veuve:
Monte:
This is why we can't have nice things.
Nutritious either way then!
In the same phonecall I was also asked, "Do you think you could send someone over to dust and vacuum so that the place looks tidy when they come over to sign the papers (assuming they do)?" My through-gritted-teeth response to my realtor was, "I've dropped my asking-price thirty-one thousand dollars for these fuckwits people already. If you want the floors swept so they don't besmirch their toes with the the dust of a five-month-empty house, you'd better pick up a broom."
My realtor and I are rather over each other at this point.
So. Tonight... maybe... if all goes well... I will be done with this bullshit. My dog gets steak and I get drunk.
Or. Possibly... I start all over again. I get drunk and the dog gets kibble.
Either way, drunk.
I do not miss working in Escrow/Real Estate. That is one job that most people with lil or know integrity work the hell out of. It was my first job and I quit after 3 months because I could not handle doing these grimy sleeze balls dirty work for them.
So far the only buzzkill for today was that I had to wake up to go to class. Other than that the day hasn't been so bad.
Oh wait, I did drop more than half my change on the floor while trying to purchase lunch.
I made it hail.
Running water tonight at 7! Yay! $349= OUCH!
Whatever Whore!
THIS:
http://www.intelihealth.com/IH/ihtIH/WSIHW000/9339/25934.html
So it's probably because of the anti depressants and being inside most of winter.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
So Xia has been setting up the apartment to get a puppy, we found some we like and all that. So she calls the landlord about switching the deposite. See we had a cat, now we dont, we get a dog, use the same depo. And he tells her we cant have a dog becuase the building has a rule that if you live aboive someone you cant have a dog. Out of the 30 people in the building 6 people dont have dogs. I am pissy now, well more so than usual.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
I'm not supposed to have a pet at my condo.
Dog, two cats, tortoise, crayfish, probably some other fucking thing I'm forgetting just now.
This is why we can't have nice things.
My gf has a cat that's big and orange and really friendly and popular. All of the neighbors know him by name but she hasn't paid the pet deposit on it. The office doesn't know about him.
The stupid damn dog dug up all four of my blueberry bushes that I got for mother's day. Drew put some sort of blood meal nutrient whatever stuff on them and the stupid ass animal went to town on them because he's fucking disgusting and can't resist anything that smells fucking disgusting.
I'm choosing my battles though. Compromising in a marriage and all that. So I'm not acting out how irritated I am at that damn dog fucking up my things. Smiley smile smile jfdslkfupwosity hgfo DGIHSJKA CV
I can't remember my buzzkill..
A dog probably ate it.
Awwww Alecia Bummer about your blueberry plants. Poor Sarah, I hate the sun allergy! Noah, WTF with the "Me take no deposit" Lanlord?
Whatever Whore!
Meshuggah concert got cancelled. I'm so disappointed, been looking forward to that show for quite a while now.
Dog, two cats, tortoise, crayfish, probably some other fucking thing I'm forgetting just now.
Guinea pig?
Tuffy has a whole zoo too.
I don't have a guineapig! *shudder* Ugh. They creep me out.
Not when other people have them. Just when I'm confronted by them and they're looking at me with their evil black eyes.
This is why we can't have nice things.
There's no reason to trust animals that aren't what they're names say they are. Guinea pigs. Catfish. Those are not pigs or cats.
Seahorses. Dustbunnies.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Never trust a fucking seahorse.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I had no idea there were catfish in the picture thread! You see?! Wormy bastards!
Never fuck a trusting seahorse for that matter.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Not when other people have them. Just when I'm confronted by them and they're looking at me with their evil black eyes.
Then what was Isabel's found pet?
Which. Time.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Fuck you too, butterfly.
Caterpillars are, like, double sneaky.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Eat shit, Mr. Red Snapper.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Which. Time.
I think she found it at the dance school?
That was a hamster. Its owner was found the next day.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Can you start talking about Canary's?
Maybe then I will finally get one.
That's what I keep thinking!