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Friday, January 19, 2007

is no news bad news?


I never had so much trouble trying to rent a place before, this is ridiculous.
The word now is, "Our new company in California is inundated with all the many applications." Bet you wished you had kept the old company now don't you? Their problems fast become my problems, and so I wait. They have missed out on a whole months rent due to the incompetence. February is coming fast, and I would have liked to be moved before I was full face into school work. I have something every day of the week, from School to work, and kids and back again. I am hoping that I get a little "ME" time or I may get resentful. At least I can do most of my studying on the weekends at the Motive Power site, because that job is mostly sitting on my behind and watching.
The upside is, how thankful I will be when I am moved in to my new apartment.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Waiting on the Apartment People

We continue to be optimistic.

Nothing is ever sure till the paper work is signed, and ONE has their possessions firmly planted in the right spot.





AND one’s evil dog guarding the door.

Songs of the seventies, ahh nostalgia


Pictures of Home
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice)

Somebody's shouting
Up at a mountain
Only my own words return
Nobody's up there
It's a deception
When will I ever learn?

I'm alone here
With emptiness eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And whispering pictures of home

Wondering blindly
How can they find me
Maybe they don't even know
My body is shaking
Anticipating
The call of the black hooded crow...

I'm alone here
With emptiness eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And taunting with pictures of home

Here in this prison
Of my own making
Year after day I have grown
Into a hero
But there's no worship
Where have they hidden my throne?...

I'm alone here
With emptiness eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And screaming out pictures of home

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

fuzzy logic


I might regret it but I do it anyway.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Gladys Carp Obit


We have new hair. Steven doesn't like it, he sweetly said, "How long will it take to be straight again?" he asked it softly, and I laughed. The most diplomatic man in creation, he missed his calling I think.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

here we go


School starts Tuesday, runs till May 11. Here we go again. Scared and overwhelmed. I hope I can use my time more wisely. Daine and I are moving out hopefully, I dread that as well. I wish I was Samantha, and I could twitch my nose and it would all be finished. Not the school part, I enjoy that, I savor it. But the move and the unpacking part I hate.
I have a ton of stuff, literally, I weighed it once.
I hope I still have money in the bank. Probably not. Deposits, bills, needs, etc.

Snowy Sunday

Four in the morning came early. The second day of my weekend job is the hardest. I laughed at the cockerspaniel, he was at the foot of the bed wrapped in a blanket snoring. He didn't get up with me when the alarm went off. This is a mixed blessing, I didn't have to deal with him following me upstairs to be let outside. As with a lot of small dogs, I have to stand outside and wait for him to do his business. If I go inside he thinks he is being left and scratches at the door.
After he is finished he goes into the little girls rooms and snatches barbie dolls to chew up. He is really a big pain in the tush, why I love him so much I don't know.
I cannot recount how expensive he has become. Ipod, cell phone, several barbie dolls, two controllers for a game boy 2,10 pairs of shoes, clothes, underwear,socks, hair ribbons, scrunchies,books, papers, cups, boxes, he even eats my bills if I don't put them high up.
He never has accidents in the house, and he is sweet and loving, but so bone headed. I keep working with him, he might be a good pet yet. He is being raised to the status of service animal. The apartments don't allow pets. SO he is Service Animal.. we think serviceable for what? Mostly nuisance. I have to decide which one of us, me or Daine requires the therapy animal. I think ME. Dr. Armentrout doesn't care, he is willing to certify me nuts if I want... hmmm maybe that isn't such a good thing.

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