Hospital Gives Man Drip Feed of Vodka.. all my dreams have come true.

There is a Santa Claus!

My sister decided to join the ranks of dog owners and purchased herself a chihuahua.

I’m a little concerned that her giant cat will eat her.

Nya and Cocoa the giant cat

But she is kinda cute, so I guess she’s a good addition. 😉

Nya

For two days now we’ve had realtors bring people to the house, and let me just say, I hate this realtor. Maybe it’s just us, but the woman seems very cloying and irritating.

She says stupid things like, “Oh you shouldn’t worry too much, the people who are coming by only want this for a summer place.”

Wtf? I shouldn’t worry? I STILL HAVE TO MOVE YOU BITCH.

“I didn’t realize you both worked from home. What a great location, with the waterviews, and such.”

Well IT WAS, WTF?!

The best thing we’ve done so far is make sure I’m out of the house when they show up. I take Reggie and we go get coffee and stay away for 15 minutes while the Chop shows them inside.

Today, unfortunately, I arrived back in 20 minutes and they were still inside the house.. and I got to watch the woman open my oven and fridge and dishwasher and say how clean it was (to which I wanted to say, yeah, you’re lucky I moved in, otherwise that oven would be nasty).

Then she noticed the cd unit, asked if it was built-in and when Chop said, nope, from IKEA, she looked around and say, “Oh it’s all an IKEA house.”

Now, in general, I’m OK with he quantity of IKEA stuff we have. Let’s see, three wardrobes, an entertainment unit and a CD thing… however, the way she said it really grated on my nerves.

I wanted to say, “Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m sure you don’t shop at IKEA, Miss Wearing Prada Shoes and Designer Jeans, but jesus, I live here, and I am standing two feet from you.. DID YOU NEVER LEARN MANNERS?!”

I need a drink.

A For Sale sign just went up on our lawn.

I am not pleased.

This is in addition to the realtor who just walked right into our house last week, yipping about taking pictures of the outside from the inside… and did she call first, as I was TOLD they would?

No, no she did not.

This does not bode well.

So let’s see, what’s happened…

I botched the Porkchop’s haircut. I clipped too high over his ear (I dunno, I think I was tired or something, lol) and then thought it would make sense to use the neck clipper bit to clip down the hair that was left. Um. So now one side is just too high, but still has some hair above his ear and the other side has essentially a bald patch above his ear.

He’s thrilled. And using it to get out of ever leaving the house, lol. With encouragement I’m sure he’ll send me a picture to post here… 😀 😀

We watched Chuck (season premieres all week, whee!) last night and I love it. It’s smart and funny and oddly endearing. It’s also right before Heroes, so those are two great hours on a Monday night. 🙂 Journeyman wasn’t bad, it reminds me alot of The Time Traveler’s Wife, but I’m not sure it’ll keep an audience.

I found the perfect house, of course, and it’s cheaper, bigger, has a huge fence yard and oh, did I mention, on Cape Cod? Unfortunately, our landlord (whom I now despise) won’t let us out of our lease. No discussion, just “no.” Although if it sells, we can “talk about it.”

We haven’t seen a realtor yet, no sign has gone up, etc., so perhaps she’s realizing now is a bad time to sell? I don’t know, but at least now she realizes she burned this bridge and we won’t be staying come May, even if she does still own the place.

So now I’m a little sad that my perfect Cape house isn’t going to work out. It was yellow. Had a huge, fenced yard, an upstairs loft with great skylights, six rooms, a fireplace… OK, I’m stopping now.

I’m still a bit itchy, so that’s fun as well, and it was getting colder, but today is supposed to be high 80s and tomorrow 90s, so WTF is with this weather?

I need a vacation.

When I know a move is looming.. even though our lease won’t run out for seven months.. I start looking. The Porkchop is not a fan of this, particularly since I found something awesome already. Oops.

What can I say? Craigslist is awesome, lol. It’s on the water, 2Bed, 2Bath, with.. a fenced yard. Which we have decided is our main goal. Regina needs to be able to run far more than she can here and a huge fenced yard would be perfect. Also, it would help with my sanity on days I work from home and she decides to be hyper. Those days.. ugh.

The worst part about where we are is that everyone wants to rent our their places for the academic year, then kick people out for three months and jack $900 per month rents up to $1000 per week. And seriously, they get it. It’s insane.

I’m feeling far less itchy, which is great, but for some reason I’m waking up every day at 5AM.. not great. Today I managed to go back to sleep, but then woke up and here I am, up by 9 on a Saturday. Very not cool.

I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will probably never be able to drink alcohol again. Argh. Last week I had a couple of small drinks three nights in a row (don’t tell my dad either of you.. :P) and then started sneezing, then got sick. I can’t be sure it’s related until the new bloodwork comes back, but my guess—totally related. I think I’m more sad that coffee makes me sick than liquor, to be honest, so that’s what the Doc wants to focus on. Why am I itchy, what in coffee makes me ill, is itching a symptom or etc… the fun thing is that I get to write down what makes me feel bad if I consume it. Last night: tomato sauce. Nice huh? We walked the dog, came home, I sat down, then had to lay on the ground to control the urge to puke.. the only thing I had for lunch was some pasta and sauce. Sad, very sad.

Ohhh, and the Chop got the scoop on our landlord from her handyman (there was an issue with a sink we broke, um, oops). Apparently she was married for 12 years (had to be a young marriage, she looks 34), got divorced and bought this place to, well, recharge her life, I suppose. This was in ’04. Then she met this guy, decided to move to where he was, rented to us and all was well (this was in May). Now they’ve broken up and she’s decided to move on.. for one, she found another place she wants to buy (hi, yes, because it’s a BUYER’s market right now, not a seller’s) and so wants to get rid of this place to buy that one.

We will be amazed if this sells for more than what she originally paid in ’04. The market is shit, the neighbors across the street who were trying to sell have taken the sign out and are waiting until spring, and it’s almost winter, the worst time to try to sell.

However, on the off chance that somebody decides to buy, I kinda hope they let us out of the lease early so we can go to this other place I found.. :D.

Here’s what I don’t get. I’m a nice person. I pay my rent on time. I leave the places I’ve rented cleaner than when I first moved in. I handle the problems that arise WITHOUT bothering the landlord.

So what exactly have I done to make ANOTHER landlord decide to sell the house that I am living in?

Fortunately we get first dibs, and she’s assured me that our lease supercedes whatever sales agreement she makes.

However, our lease is up in May next year and if we don’t decide to buy it we have to be prepared (though she’ll give me a few hours’ notice) to have people come through and look at the place.

WHAT DID I DO IN MY LIFE? Was I previously a Nazi war criminal or something? Did I starve puppies and kick babies?

For added fun I get to go to see the specialist again today, whereupon he will tell me a) we don’t know what’s wrong with you (surprise, surprise), b) let’s run more tests (whee!) and c) we might never know.

Dandy.

My cousing harassed me to blog this morning, lol, and the truth is, I’ve been meaning too. But I got sick on Friday and have been having a bit of a rough week.

Anyway, so King (the guy I adore working with at work) quit about a month ago and the boss hired a woman from his old company. Without looking for someone else. Because he is insane.

She turned out to be a huge pain in the ass (also, laughed like a hyena, hence her moniker) and Hyena “quit” two weeks ago. Whereupon the company begged King to do some freelance until we find someone.

So the day my boss said “post this ad on Craigslist,” a guy saw it, brought in his resume and the following morning arrived to do some contract work so they could try him out.

Everybody loves him, he’s incredibly nice (I finally met him yesterday), he knows what he’s doing, he’s a total nerd like me and sadly, we probably won’t get to keep him because they won’t meet his price. STUPID BOSSES!

He’s married with two kids and incredibly qualified, but my bosses are freaking misers and they won’t pay enough to get somebody good. Hence the insane turnover (we’ve hired and fired, um, I believe SIX people since I’ve worked there… anybody see a problem?).

The best part about him is that he is so incredibly mellow that I have decided to dub him Valium. Yesterday, after he answered the twelfth call of the hour with the same calm response, I told him he was like taking a Valium. He laughed (and he’s a deep belly laugher, where the entire face becomes a grin.. you know, the fun people).

I told the Chop that a) I’m sad they don’t live near us because he and his wife would become our best friends lol and b) that if new guy’s voice is my Valium, his voice is my Viagra. 😉

hehe.

edited per Grampa’s bitching 😛

One of my father’s closest friends, the man who mentored him in the early years of his private practice, died yesterday.

He was in his 80s and had been moved into hospice, but it wasn’t more than two years ago that he was still assisting my dad.

My mom said she hasn’t seen my dad this devastated but once before, and she had never wanted to see it again.

I know it’s hard for him, being a doctor, to have people die. Particularly those who are so close. It’s hard for us as well, those who are around him, to watch someone so generally happy and ready to see the best in every situation, crushed.

September will never be a happy month because of 9/11, and now, because of this.

RIP Leo

My parents are in San Francisco for a conference.

My mom went shopping today.

I was at Macy’s, but I had to leave. I just couldn’t stand it anymore.

Why’s that Mom?

Paris Hilton was there.

At Macy’s?

Yeah.

Why’d you leave? Couldn’t take the shopping or Paris Hilton?

Ugh. Paris Hilton.

To be honest, what I’m most impressed with is that my mom knew who PH was. I feel like my sister and I have done well with her pop culture education. 😀