Friday, August 30, 2002
We will officially have only one residence as of midnight tomorrow. Yes, we're still moving and yes we'll be moving right up until the last minute. We'll finish moving the fish and couch either today or tomorrow. I'd love to go catch a movie, or enjoy some rides and food at the Fair, but we've still got SO much to do as far as getting the house set up that I suspect we'll be indoors most of the weekend.
Bill will get to ride his tractor around to mow the lawn - he'll be psyched. I've just gotta figure out a cup holder & the thing is perfect.
I'd sent some of you an e-mail about us giving our entertainment center away. I haven't heard back, so it's headed to the trash unless I hear otherwise. It's nice and in good condition - it just doesn't go with my house at all. We're getting a grill for free from a co-worker of mine. Her hubby got the grill of the God's for his birthday, so their almost new 2 year old pretty big one is up for grabs. Woo Hoo!
I will not stress out about money. Everything is going to be fine.
The whole company, except for telesales (of which I technicly am) gets to go home at 3pm. Blast & Damnation. So, I've stopped working for the day. Baseball can do it, why can't I?
Our home phone number is back in action, if any of you feel the need to call.
Bill will get to ride his tractor around to mow the lawn - he'll be psyched. I've just gotta figure out a cup holder & the thing is perfect.
I'd sent some of you an e-mail about us giving our entertainment center away. I haven't heard back, so it's headed to the trash unless I hear otherwise. It's nice and in good condition - it just doesn't go with my house at all. We're getting a grill for free from a co-worker of mine. Her hubby got the grill of the God's for his birthday, so their almost new 2 year old pretty big one is up for grabs. Woo Hoo!
I will not stress out about money. Everything is going to be fine.
The whole company, except for telesales (of which I technicly am) gets to go home at 3pm. Blast & Damnation. So, I've stopped working for the day. Baseball can do it, why can't I?
Our home phone number is back in action, if any of you feel the need to call.
Thursday, August 29, 2002
I have absolutely no pity for the baseball players. Baseball is a boring sport & they should quit thier bitching about money. The only thing the strike means to me is that we can get back to our regularly scheduled programming!
_________________________________
Since September 11, 2001, Americans have come together as never before in our generation. We have banded together to overcome tremendous Adversity. We have weathered direct attacks on our own soil, wars overseas, corporate scandal, layoffs, unemployment, stock price plunges, Droughts, fires, and a Myriad of economic and physical disasters both great and small. But now, we must come together once again to overcome our greatest challenge yet.
Hundreds of Major League Baseball players in our very own nation are living at, just below, or in most cases far above the seven-figure salary level.
And as if that weren't bad enough they could be deprived of their life giving pay for several months, possibly longer, as a result of the upcoming strike situation. But you can help!
For only $20,835 a month, about $694.50 a day (that's less than the cost of a large screen projection TV) you can help a MLB player remain economically viable during his time of need. This contribution by no means solves the problem as it barely covers the annual minimum salary, but it's a start, and every little bit will help!
Although $700 may not seem like a lot of money to you, to a baseball player it could mean the difference between spending the strike golfing in
Florida or on a Mediterranean cruise. For you, seven hundred dollars is nothing more than a month's rent, half a mortgage payment, or a month of medical insurance, but to a baseball player, $700 will partially replace his daily salary.
Your commitment of less than $700 a day will enable a player to buy that home entertainment center, trade in the year-old Lexus for a new Ferrari, or
enjoy a weekend in Rio.
HOW WILL I KNOW I'M HELPING?
Each month, you will receive a complete financial report on the player you sponsor. Detailed information about his stocks, bonds, 401(k), real estate,
and other investment holdings will be mailed to your home. Plus, upon signing up for this program, you will receive an unsigned photo of the player
lounging during the strike on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean (for a signed photo, please include an additional $150). Put the photo on your
refrigerator to remind you of other peoples' suffering.
HOW WILL HE KNOW I'M HELPING?
Your MLB player will be told that he has a SPECIAL FRIEND who just wants to help in a time of need. Although the player won't know your name, he
will be able to make collect calls to your home via a special operator in case additional funds are needed for unforeseen expenses.
YES, I WANT TO HELP!
I would like to sponsor a striking MLB player. My preference is checked below:
[ ] Infielder
[ ] Outfielder
[ ] Starting Pitcher
[ ] Ace Pitcher
[ ] Entire team (Please call our 900 number to ask for the cost of a specific team - $10 per minute)
[ ] Alex Rodriguez (Higher cost: $60,000 per day)
Please charge the account listed below $694.50 per day for the player for the duration of the strike. Please send me a picture of the player I have
sponsored, along with an Alex Rodriguez 2001 Income Statement and my very own Donald Fehr MLB Players Union pin to wear proudly on my hat (include $80 for hat).
Your Name: _______________________
Telephone Number: _______________________
Account Number: _______________________ Exp.Date:_______
[ ] MasterCard [ ] Visa [ ] American Express [ ] Discover
Signature: _______________________
Alternate card (when the primary card exceeds its credit limit): Account
Number: _______________________ Exp.Date:_______ [ ] MasterCard [ ] Visa [ ] American Express [ ] Discover
Signature: _______________________
Mail completed form to MLB Players Union or call 1-900-F%*&-THE-FANS now to enroll by phone ($10 per minute).
Disclaimer: Sponsors are not permitted to contact the player they have sponsored, either in person or by other means including, but not limited to,
telephone calls, letters, e-mail, or third parties.
Contributions are not tax-deductible............................................But we are working on a bill that would make your contributions Tax Deductable.
_________________________________
Since September 11, 2001, Americans have come together as never before in our generation. We have banded together to overcome tremendous Adversity. We have weathered direct attacks on our own soil, wars overseas, corporate scandal, layoffs, unemployment, stock price plunges, Droughts, fires, and a Myriad of economic and physical disasters both great and small. But now, we must come together once again to overcome our greatest challenge yet.
Hundreds of Major League Baseball players in our very own nation are living at, just below, or in most cases far above the seven-figure salary level.
And as if that weren't bad enough they could be deprived of their life giving pay for several months, possibly longer, as a result of the upcoming strike situation. But you can help!
For only $20,835 a month, about $694.50 a day (that's less than the cost of a large screen projection TV) you can help a MLB player remain economically viable during his time of need. This contribution by no means solves the problem as it barely covers the annual minimum salary, but it's a start, and every little bit will help!
Although $700 may not seem like a lot of money to you, to a baseball player it could mean the difference between spending the strike golfing in
Florida or on a Mediterranean cruise. For you, seven hundred dollars is nothing more than a month's rent, half a mortgage payment, or a month of medical insurance, but to a baseball player, $700 will partially replace his daily salary.
Your commitment of less than $700 a day will enable a player to buy that home entertainment center, trade in the year-old Lexus for a new Ferrari, or
enjoy a weekend in Rio.
HOW WILL I KNOW I'M HELPING?
Each month, you will receive a complete financial report on the player you sponsor. Detailed information about his stocks, bonds, 401(k), real estate,
and other investment holdings will be mailed to your home. Plus, upon signing up for this program, you will receive an unsigned photo of the player
lounging during the strike on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean (for a signed photo, please include an additional $150). Put the photo on your
refrigerator to remind you of other peoples' suffering.
HOW WILL HE KNOW I'M HELPING?
Your MLB player will be told that he has a SPECIAL FRIEND who just wants to help in a time of need. Although the player won't know your name, he
will be able to make collect calls to your home via a special operator in case additional funds are needed for unforeseen expenses.
YES, I WANT TO HELP!
I would like to sponsor a striking MLB player. My preference is checked below:
[ ] Infielder
[ ] Outfielder
[ ] Starting Pitcher
[ ] Ace Pitcher
[ ] Entire team (Please call our 900 number to ask for the cost of a specific team - $10 per minute)
[ ] Alex Rodriguez (Higher cost: $60,000 per day)
Please charge the account listed below $694.50 per day for the player for the duration of the strike. Please send me a picture of the player I have
sponsored, along with an Alex Rodriguez 2001 Income Statement and my very own Donald Fehr MLB Players Union pin to wear proudly on my hat (include $80 for hat).
Your Name: _______________________
Telephone Number: _______________________
Account Number: _______________________ Exp.Date:_______
[ ] MasterCard [ ] Visa [ ] American Express [ ] Discover
Signature: _______________________
Alternate card (when the primary card exceeds its credit limit): Account
Number: _______________________ Exp.Date:_______ [ ] MasterCard [ ] Visa [ ] American Express [ ] Discover
Signature: _______________________
Mail completed form to MLB Players Union or call 1-900-F%*&-THE-FANS now to enroll by phone ($10 per minute).
Disclaimer: Sponsors are not permitted to contact the player they have sponsored, either in person or by other means including, but not limited to,
telephone calls, letters, e-mail, or third parties.
Contributions are not tax-deductible............................................But we are working on a bill that would make your contributions Tax Deductable.
Wednesday, August 28, 2002
I've been listening to Dave Matthews Band's latest CD, Busted Stuff. This song really speaks to me:
"Grey Street"
Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?"
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place.
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says "I pray But they fall on deaf ears,
am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place? "
There's lonliness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
There's a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It'd take the work out of courage
But she says "Please
There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world. "
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anyrthing to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It's more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To Grey
Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?"
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place.
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says "I pray But they fall on deaf ears,
am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place? "
There's lonliness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
There's a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It'd take the work out of courage
But she says "Please
There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world. "
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anyrthing to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It's more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To Grey
Today is a good one.
I woke up a little chilled, so Blixx rolled over and cuddled with me for a while.
They dryer is connected so I'm wearing pants that I both washed and dried all by myself today. And nice undies - elastic in tact and no teddy bears!
It's 70 degrees and beautiful outside. I took a walk at lunch and didn't want to come back.
My boss is going to the Sammy Hagar/David Lee Roth concert tonight & just left for the day. The cat is officially away...
Today is Blixx's first day of work in a while. He's with Toad and it's just a quick couple of interviews, so it will be a nice easy job to get back into it. He's also got a lead on being a PA for the Rolling Stones, when they play their 3 Boston area shows. It's short money & late nights, in an environment that I'm not sure he should be in right now, but still a cool opportunity. He may also be shooting a Patriots commercial. I'll be sure to keep you all informed of anything that can be seen nation-wide. He got a real kick out of BoogieShoes saying that they saw his name on TLC all the time.
I'm heading out of work early (boss is away!) then heading over to the apartment for what will probably be the last shipment of smaller items. Everything left, which granted isn't much, is bigger than will fit in my Chevy so I guess it's all Blixx from here out. He tells me not to worry about it, but we've got to be out by Saturday night!!! He's got the locksmith coming to the house on Friday, so that will kill at least 1/2 the day...I'm trying really hard not to panic but as the clock ticks away I just can't seem to help myself. I also worry that he hasn't asked for help moving any of this stuff & I don't want him killing himself.
The Spencer Fair is this weekend and I hope we'll get a chance to go. I'm a huge fan of the ag fairs, with my favorite still being in Durham, which is the same weekend that the Rovers are coming to Irish Times in Worcester, so I don't know if I'll be able to go. Arg! Maybe the Guilford Fair then, but certainly the BigE!.
I woke up a little chilled, so Blixx rolled over and cuddled with me for a while.
They dryer is connected so I'm wearing pants that I both washed and dried all by myself today. And nice undies - elastic in tact and no teddy bears!
It's 70 degrees and beautiful outside. I took a walk at lunch and didn't want to come back.
My boss is going to the Sammy Hagar/David Lee Roth concert tonight & just left for the day. The cat is officially away...
Today is Blixx's first day of work in a while. He's with Toad and it's just a quick couple of interviews, so it will be a nice easy job to get back into it. He's also got a lead on being a PA for the Rolling Stones, when they play their 3 Boston area shows. It's short money & late nights, in an environment that I'm not sure he should be in right now, but still a cool opportunity. He may also be shooting a Patriots commercial. I'll be sure to keep you all informed of anything that can be seen nation-wide. He got a real kick out of BoogieShoes saying that they saw his name on TLC all the time.
I'm heading out of work early (boss is away!) then heading over to the apartment for what will probably be the last shipment of smaller items. Everything left, which granted isn't much, is bigger than will fit in my Chevy so I guess it's all Blixx from here out. He tells me not to worry about it, but we've got to be out by Saturday night!!! He's got the locksmith coming to the house on Friday, so that will kill at least 1/2 the day...I'm trying really hard not to panic but as the clock ticks away I just can't seem to help myself. I also worry that he hasn't asked for help moving any of this stuff & I don't want him killing himself.
The Spencer Fair is this weekend and I hope we'll get a chance to go. I'm a huge fan of the ag fairs, with my favorite still being in Durham, which is the same weekend that the Rovers are coming to Irish Times in Worcester, so I don't know if I'll be able to go. Arg! Maybe the Guilford Fair then, but certainly the BigE!.
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
There was a memorial service for a former college roommate of ours this past weekend. We didn't go for a couple of reasons. One, we really didn't want to see any of the strangers who would call themselves friends that would come out of the woodwork to wail at the injustice of life cut short. These people called themselves our friends but were really nothing more than drinking/bed buddies. I mean, there were some good times there but I've learned since that friends are those who are there for you and who will stand by and take care of you, when you can't take care of yourself. None of the people who might have attended the ceremony were our friends then, nor will they be our friends in the future. One of the healthiest things Blixx & I ever did was move the Hell out of Fitchburg and cut ties with these co-dependant wackos. It was too easy to fall into that pattern again. The memorial was for Todd, a former apartment mate, who killed himself last year. He was always troubled but wouldn't accept help. If there is a higher plain, I hope he's in it and has some sort of other worldly understanding of his life and the mistakes he made. I just don't need to be in that room of mixed nuts in order to say it. He chose to distance himself from all of us in the last few years so I take it he meant to keep it that way. I hope he finally finds peace. The Blast Furnace gives a few more details - I count myself as one of those who declined the invitation. He can pass judgements all he wants - he was always better at that than seeing the reality of a situation.
As you can see, I've been at the HTML again. I don't know why I can't help myself..perhaps it's the utter boredom at work. I can turn my little brain off and just zone out to entering leads into our database, same thing over and over. Then I get home at night and it's all 300 things at once. Arg! It's tough to keep switching gears like that without gettimg grumpy or reactionary.
Blixx is still doing well, although he gets frazzled at times of great stress, of which there are still many. He hasn't quite figured out how to balance everything going on in his life right now, but he will. He's re-connecting with his friends, which means a lot to me and them. He paddled with Toad yesterday, after they moved my loveseat over and hooked up the phone line, then went and met Grips at Vincent's for a few pops. They ended up back at our place so Blixx could show off his tractor. I turned off the light at 1am, so I'm sure Blixx's grumpy mood has something to do with the late night beers and lack of sleep. I've only spoken to him once today and he sounded stressed out. Perhaps it's the list of things to do...but damn it I need laundry done so I have my fingers crossed he can get the part he needs to get that damn dryer up & running! And he won't get paid if he doesn't invoice!
Ok...now thats off my chest. Every night this week I'm heading over to the apartment to drag a couple more boxes of crap back to the house. We're down to the stuff we should really just pitch, but can't bear to part with, like my paper machet dinosaur that my Dad brought me when I was sick as a kid. Yeah, that's a keeper. I still haven't put rods in my closet to hang tall items, so the guest room looks like a Filene's Basement Clearence event, with clothes and shoes strewn everywhere. It's quite the decorating look.
Blixx is still doing well, although he gets frazzled at times of great stress, of which there are still many. He hasn't quite figured out how to balance everything going on in his life right now, but he will. He's re-connecting with his friends, which means a lot to me and them. He paddled with Toad yesterday, after they moved my loveseat over and hooked up the phone line, then went and met Grips at Vincent's for a few pops. They ended up back at our place so Blixx could show off his tractor. I turned off the light at 1am, so I'm sure Blixx's grumpy mood has something to do with the late night beers and lack of sleep. I've only spoken to him once today and he sounded stressed out. Perhaps it's the list of things to do...but damn it I need laundry done so I have my fingers crossed he can get the part he needs to get that damn dryer up & running! And he won't get paid if he doesn't invoice!
Ok...now thats off my chest. Every night this week I'm heading over to the apartment to drag a couple more boxes of crap back to the house. We're down to the stuff we should really just pitch, but can't bear to part with, like my paper machet dinosaur that my Dad brought me when I was sick as a kid. Yeah, that's a keeper. I still haven't put rods in my closet to hang tall items, so the guest room looks like a Filene's Basement Clearence event, with clothes and shoes strewn everywhere. It's quite the decorating look.
Monday, August 26, 2002
Blixx was followed and searched by security at WalMart Friday afternoon. Quite the experience & it set the tone for the early part of the evening. I mentioned that Rox came out...well, she brought all 4 kids to our un-child-proof house and mayhem ensued. Poor Blixx had a stressful day! The tractor is a ride on mower with a plow attachment that kicks total ass. The look on Blixx's face as he took it for a spin was worth the big check.
We ended up watching the Pats kick Carolina's ass at Brew City, where I had that watermelon beer that I like so much, and enjoyed potato skins with BBQ sause and sausage...quite yummy! There was a guitar guy at the bar who took requests. I grabbed a napkin & wrote a title on it...and he'd play it, without me ever getting up. It was wierd...he was psychic! Ok, I'd had a couple beers so maybe I was reading too much into it.
The rest of the weekend was spent putzing around the house making it more like a home. I continued my quest to get everything where I want it in the kitchen. We have an entire cabinet dedicated to just snacks! Curtains (purchased at the Ames Going Out Of Business Sale, at great expense of my personal safety & well-being) really make a world of difference. We unpacked some nick naks and moved some stuff around to make it more US, and less craphole.
Made a great chicken & shrimp stir fry over rice noodles for dinner.
We ended up watching the Pats kick Carolina's ass at Brew City, where I had that watermelon beer that I like so much, and enjoyed potato skins with BBQ sause and sausage...quite yummy! There was a guitar guy at the bar who took requests. I grabbed a napkin & wrote a title on it...and he'd play it, without me ever getting up. It was wierd...he was psychic! Ok, I'd had a couple beers so maybe I was reading too much into it.
The rest of the weekend was spent putzing around the house making it more like a home. I continued my quest to get everything where I want it in the kitchen. We have an entire cabinet dedicated to just snacks! Curtains (purchased at the Ames Going Out Of Business Sale, at great expense of my personal safety & well-being) really make a world of difference. We unpacked some nick naks and moved some stuff around to make it more US, and less craphole.
Made a great chicken & shrimp stir fry over rice noodles for dinner.
Friday, August 23, 2002
We're getting there & it's all about communication.
I'm even being less of a bitch in the morning, unless provoked of course.
Blixx woke me by rubbing
We went out for a wonderful dinner at Biagio's in Worcester last night. We're trying all these new places near our house & we found a winner. The bartender Kevin was a hoot, & made fine strong margaritas, & we ended up closing the place down & hanging with the wait staff. We watched Worcester Little League get in to the finals, beating out Brooklyn, on the big screen. Great meal, great conversation...now THAT's what I'm talking about. Good times.
Blixx's sister Roxy is coming out today with her husband to see the house & deliver a tractor/mover/snow blower to us. I guess her hubby used to use it on construction jobs, but hasn't in a while so he's looking to sell it. We'll pay on installments and get a good deal. I'm sure our neighbors will be pleased to have us finally cut our lawn. I'm glad Blixx will have some time to spend with his sister, who is almost as worried about him as I am.
We're hanging out just the two of us tonight, watching the Patriots game together. No party, no one other than us. Yeah baby! Hmmm, what to cook for dinner...?
I'm even being less of a bitch in the morning, unless provoked of course.
Blixx woke me by rubbing
We went out for a wonderful dinner at Biagio's in Worcester last night. We're trying all these new places near our house & we found a winner. The bartender Kevin was a hoot, & made fine strong margaritas, & we ended up closing the place down & hanging with the wait staff. We watched Worcester Little League get in to the finals, beating out Brooklyn, on the big screen. Great meal, great conversation...now THAT's what I'm talking about. Good times.
Blixx's sister Roxy is coming out today with her husband to see the house & deliver a tractor/mover/snow blower to us. I guess her hubby used to use it on construction jobs, but hasn't in a while so he's looking to sell it. We'll pay on installments and get a good deal. I'm sure our neighbors will be pleased to have us finally cut our lawn. I'm glad Blixx will have some time to spend with his sister, who is almost as worried about him as I am.
We're hanging out just the two of us tonight, watching the Patriots game together. No party, no one other than us. Yeah baby! Hmmm, what to cook for dinner...?
Thursday, August 22, 2002
It's been a difficult time in Chynakatt & Blixx-ville. Those of you who were there in CT on Saturday to help us move (THANK YOU AGAIN) saw only the beginnings of what turned out to be a huge storm. I don't think I'll go into details here, at least not now. I'm still sorting everything out in my head, but I'll say that some bad shyt happened that scared the living hell out of me. Thankfully our friends came through and I was able to give over control and get the assistance I needed. WE needed. Saturday night I thought it was all over but today there is light at the end of the tunnel...there is hope for recovery. Each day brings us closer to where we need to be.
Right now I know that I need to throw myself back into work and get my scattered thoughts back in some semblance of order.
To those of you who were there for me (us) on Saturday and the past few days, you are truly wonderful friends and we are blessed to know you. Toad, Grips & Teacher are my heros. Honorable mention to HighOctane, DrJim and MysteryGeek. Appropriate apologies are forthcoming to those who fell prey to the dark forces. We just need some time to get out with the old & in with the new.
Right now I know that I need to throw myself back into work and get my scattered thoughts back in some semblance of order.
To those of you who were there for me (us) on Saturday and the past few days, you are truly wonderful friends and we are blessed to know you. Toad, Grips & Teacher are my heros. Honorable mention to HighOctane, DrJim and MysteryGeek. Appropriate apologies are forthcoming to those who fell prey to the dark forces. We just need some time to get out with the old & in with the new.
Friday, August 16, 2002
I don't know if it's getting better or not. Last night certainly wasn't any good at all. I found myself sitting in the dining room, eating the wonderful 'kitchen sink' crock pot meal that Blixx had made, all by myself. I ended up crying on his shoulder for a few minutes, but we really couldn't get into it. Grips came over & tried to tell me that things will get better. He's an ok dude.
Went to bed alone again...well that's not exactly true. Koya the cat, who is usually not the most social or cuddly fur friend, jumped up into bed and made muffins on my chest until I calmed down and was able to fall asleep. Cats are amazing, sensing moods etc.
Blixx asked me to bang into work today so we could spend time together. I'm compromising and leaving 1/2 day. Bounce called in sick & if she doesn't bring a doctor's note she's going to get canned. At least she better! I really do feel like crap - told the boss it's a tummy thing, which seems to be going around. Really, it's just that I didn't sleep well and I've been crying too much lately. Sinus crap.
U-haul just called. They can't guarantee a truck tomorrow. No time, nothing definate. This is a HUGE FUCKING PROBLEM!!!
Went to bed alone again...well that's not exactly true. Koya the cat, who is usually not the most social or cuddly fur friend, jumped up into bed and made muffins on my chest until I calmed down and was able to fall asleep. Cats are amazing, sensing moods etc.
Blixx asked me to bang into work today so we could spend time together. I'm compromising and leaving 1/2 day. Bounce called in sick & if she doesn't bring a doctor's note she's going to get canned. At least she better! I really do feel like crap - told the boss it's a tummy thing, which seems to be going around. Really, it's just that I didn't sleep well and I've been crying too much lately. Sinus crap.
U-haul just called. They can't guarantee a truck tomorrow. No time, nothing definate. This is a HUGE FUCKING PROBLEM!!!
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
We pause our scheduled programing for this emergency Rant.
Why can’t we talk to each other any more? Is it lack of sleep, or something more sinister? You say no sarcasm…well that’s my best defense! Defense against what, you ask? I defend against the overwhelming emotions welling up inside of me – joy, doubt, excitement, fear…all rapid fire & coming on with no warning. How am I doing? I’m on a roller coaster traveling at light speed from good to bad, high to low and there’s no safety net. There is no synergy right now. We aren’t working toward the same goals – or perhaps we are, but we haven’t yet discussed what those goals ARE. I mention something that needs to get done & either you can’t hear it right now or it’s all ‘yeah yeah don’t worry about it.’ We try to talk and you end up telling me what I can and can’t say and what tones I can or can’t use.
Today on the phone you said that you were happy in our home now because I wasn’t there and you could do your own thing. That cut right through me! You asked if I was happy last night to be able to just jump into the kitchen cleaning project on my own. No, I wasn’t. I was wishing you were there to help me and talk with me and laugh with me and plan with me and play with me. Instead, I was lonely and sad and crying. OK?
I had this dream that we’d be side by side working on different projects around the house together, laughing and talking and planning for the future. Not once since you carried me over the threshold have I felt that we were on the same emotional page. It doesn’t help that you don’t sleep in our bed any more. Not once since we moved in have I fallen asleep next to you and woken with you at my side. It is just another sign of the separation I’m feeling.
It’s not all you. I’m really task oriented, constantly making lists in an attempt to organize myself. My emotions, fueled by mother nature’s cruel curse are on edge and I can barely let myself Be. But we have to Be together and Be loving and Be listening and Be talking with each other.
By the time you read this I’ll either be over it or be upset about something else, but damn it we’ve got to start working together and talking to each other. I’m sad and angry that it isn’t like I’d always imagined it to be and upset that I don’t know how to fix it.
Why can’t we talk to each other any more? Is it lack of sleep, or something more sinister? You say no sarcasm…well that’s my best defense! Defense against what, you ask? I defend against the overwhelming emotions welling up inside of me – joy, doubt, excitement, fear…all rapid fire & coming on with no warning. How am I doing? I’m on a roller coaster traveling at light speed from good to bad, high to low and there’s no safety net. There is no synergy right now. We aren’t working toward the same goals – or perhaps we are, but we haven’t yet discussed what those goals ARE. I mention something that needs to get done & either you can’t hear it right now or it’s all ‘yeah yeah don’t worry about it.’ We try to talk and you end up telling me what I can and can’t say and what tones I can or can’t use.
Today on the phone you said that you were happy in our home now because I wasn’t there and you could do your own thing. That cut right through me! You asked if I was happy last night to be able to just jump into the kitchen cleaning project on my own. No, I wasn’t. I was wishing you were there to help me and talk with me and laugh with me and plan with me and play with me. Instead, I was lonely and sad and crying. OK?
I had this dream that we’d be side by side working on different projects around the house together, laughing and talking and planning for the future. Not once since you carried me over the threshold have I felt that we were on the same emotional page. It doesn’t help that you don’t sleep in our bed any more. Not once since we moved in have I fallen asleep next to you and woken with you at my side. It is just another sign of the separation I’m feeling.
It’s not all you. I’m really task oriented, constantly making lists in an attempt to organize myself. My emotions, fueled by mother nature’s cruel curse are on edge and I can barely let myself Be. But we have to Be together and Be loving and Be listening and Be talking with each other.
By the time you read this I’ll either be over it or be upset about something else, but damn it we’ve got to start working together and talking to each other. I’m sad and angry that it isn’t like I’d always imagined it to be and upset that I don’t know how to fix it.
Tuesday, August 13, 2002
I begin by stating that it hit 100 degrees in Maynard today. Boy, am I glad that I’m not out there moving furniture in this hot.
Next, I want you all to give a warm clot welcome to Blixx who has his own blog now. Check out WARBUCKLE. I’ll add him to my links one of these days.
Then, and update. Jacknife’s father is out of surgery & it went well. He still has a long way to go until he’s completely out of the woods, but this is a positive step and good news. Continue to keep him in your thoughts and prayers.
Finally, an outline of our weekend that lasted forever:
Friday morning we woke up and headed to the bank to get what we hope is the last of the multi-thousand-dollar checks we will write for a while. We drove by the house to inspect & went out for a wonderful diner breakfast that I could hardly eat because I was so excited. The actual closing itself was a breeze, with just our lawyer there to walk us through the million signatures. No, we couldn’t get the keys right then. We had to wait until the record of purchase was on file. So, while we waited we went to Lowe’s and grabbed a whole bunch of crap. While out shopping our broker called & said he’d go grab the keys out of the lockbox for us…screw the law! Ok, so we were in business. After a trip to the apartment to load the jeep with our stuff, we were off. It was around 1pm that Blixx grabbed me and carried me over the threshold of our new home. It was rather romantic.
The romance ended quickly as we proceeded to unload the jeep with the first of what would be many, many loads of stuff. Back and forth we went, until we could barely stand. Grips came over in the evening and assisted us with moving the mattress upstairs. He brought beer and butts and we sat around the house pondering home improvement projects. We ordered pizza and tipped the guy well so he’ll remember us. That night, we were up late but Blixx didn’t come to bed until 5am…he was too excited to sleep. I woke up when he came to bed and wandered the house - I could tell he'd been in every room just having a look around & putzing away.
After barely sleeping at all, I awoke Saturday morning and immediately began to rip up the old smelly nasty carpet in the living room. There are wide pine floors underneath!!! So, rather than spending the $500 to get new carpet, we’ll refinish. Until then, our couches are HUGE comparative to the living room space, so between them & the entertainment center we won’t have a lot of bare floor – I’m thinking throw run in the short term. While I was attacking the floor, Blixx went back & forth to the apartment like 3 times with loads of stuff. We were making progress. It was 90 degrees in the shade, but we were making progress. It was around 1pm when Blixx & I started to really snap at each other – the heat and workload was getting to us. He was telling me that we were having people over for football & I was telling him that not only didn’t I want people over for the game, but I didn’t want to GO anywhere for the game either. I said whatever & he decided that time apart would be the way to go, so he took off. Sherbear and FedExMan were in town for a wedding so they stopped by for a visit. They both look so Florida tan & wonderful…there I was in my ratty clothes, hair up in a do rag, sweating like a beer in the sun…and they were dressed from the wedding looking abfab. Oh well, they held their noses when we hugged. We had a nice visit & they checked the place out. I miss them both tons.
While I was entertaining our first official guests, Blixx was running around to Home Depot then ran over & met Tadpole & Toad at the apartment to move the TV and chairs. What Blixx should have done was nap, but there wasn’t any time. They ended up just bringing the TV, but it was all hooked up to cable and ready to go by the time the Pats vs. Giants game was on. (Damn Giants!). I spent 2 hours scrubbing the tub, took a shower & relaxed eating pizza (again) & watching the game.
That evening I was a mess and went right up to bed when everyone left. I’d had it. I was at the end of my rope. Blixx tucked me in & said he’d be back in a few minutes. I passed out cold. When I awoke at around 5am, he wasn’t in bed. In fact, I could tell he had never been to bed at all. And, the cats were missing. After a quick scan of the house, I found him in the basement putzing around with his stuff. He was excited to see me awake and wanted to go to a diner. I told him to get his shyt together and come to bed. I won & he reluctantly joined me in bed until around 9am.
Sunday & we have the joy of a maternal visit to look forward to. We decide that we need to take it easy and remember that we have a month to officially move our crap out of the apartment & that it’s only 10 mins away if we forget anything. We need a plan. We went shopping again, this time opening up a charge account so we could do some real damage. $300 later we still hadn’t bought a grill or lawn mower, but I had new towel racks etc for the bathroom, and designer face plates for the kitchen & dining room. Blixx got tools and lawn stuff. It was fun, but we were rushed cuz Mom said she’d be there around 1:30. She was late (d’uh!) so we had time to relax and regroup. She brought us a whole bunch of cleaning supplies, 4 new place settings of the silverwear set and some of the stuff from CT, including my Breyer horse collection and some dining room chairs so we’d have someplace to sit. Woo Hoo! I think she liked the house, but you can never be sure with her. The reason I think she likes it is that she didn’t go all over the top smurfy happy joy, she was relatively low key. Contradiction? Meet my mother.
Monday we decided to continue to take it easy. We made some trips to the apartment and got a whole bunch of stuff done. I should have cleaned but didn’t. While I made calls to get us officially on gas, power etc, Blixx crashed out hard core on the fold out chair. One minute he was asking me questions, the next he was snoring like a fiend. He was flailing & ended up curled up in the chair like a cat. I went outside to get the camera to immortalize the moment of his demise, & when I re-entered the house his phone rang. He was in such a deep sleep that he literally fell off the chair startled by the noise. He ended up on the floor panting, totally unsure where he was or what he was doing there. I’ve never ever seen him that scared before. He’d apparently been having a nightmare that the house was falling down when the phone woke him. I took a picture, then laughed until I couldn’t see. Damn, but he’s a funny dude sometimes. We went to Grips and grabbed the frame for our bed so we actually sleep off the floor, for the first time in 7 years!!! We got Chinese food for dinner so I haven’t actually cooked anything more than toast in my new huge kitchen. That will change tonight. I guess. Or maybe we’ll just eat leftovers.
So, I’m back at work today. While it still sucks, I’m actually glad that I am inside here in the AC rather than moving stuff in this heat. Blixx is working today too with Grips boss, who is an even bigger dick that Grips can be. Blixx called me briefly a little while ago. He had a bad cell connection, but all I could make out was “everything has gone to shit” and “god damn it!” Not a good sign at all.
We can’t really unpack a whole lot until our furniture arrives this weekend. Tempest has informed me that Purge will be on the island this weekend so he can’t help us move. That is so not good! We need at least 4 guys to move the piano and as of now we have only 2. Maybe 3, but I haven’t heard about RedSox yet. I wonder what Toad is doing this weekend? Maybe tadpole wants to take a ride. I can’t wait to get the dressers from CT so I can have an actual bedroom set. And my dream of doing laundry in my own house will come true as well. Oh, the joys of home ownership! Ok, so it’s the joy of clean underwear.
Mmmmmm, clean underwear.
Next, I want you all to give a warm clot welcome to Blixx who has his own blog now. Check out WARBUCKLE. I’ll add him to my links one of these days.
Then, and update. Jacknife’s father is out of surgery & it went well. He still has a long way to go until he’s completely out of the woods, but this is a positive step and good news. Continue to keep him in your thoughts and prayers.
Finally, an outline of our weekend that lasted forever:
Friday morning we woke up and headed to the bank to get what we hope is the last of the multi-thousand-dollar checks we will write for a while. We drove by the house to inspect & went out for a wonderful diner breakfast that I could hardly eat because I was so excited. The actual closing itself was a breeze, with just our lawyer there to walk us through the million signatures. No, we couldn’t get the keys right then. We had to wait until the record of purchase was on file. So, while we waited we went to Lowe’s and grabbed a whole bunch of crap. While out shopping our broker called & said he’d go grab the keys out of the lockbox for us…screw the law! Ok, so we were in business. After a trip to the apartment to load the jeep with our stuff, we were off. It was around 1pm that Blixx grabbed me and carried me over the threshold of our new home. It was rather romantic.
The romance ended quickly as we proceeded to unload the jeep with the first of what would be many, many loads of stuff. Back and forth we went, until we could barely stand. Grips came over in the evening and assisted us with moving the mattress upstairs. He brought beer and butts and we sat around the house pondering home improvement projects. We ordered pizza and tipped the guy well so he’ll remember us. That night, we were up late but Blixx didn’t come to bed until 5am…he was too excited to sleep. I woke up when he came to bed and wandered the house - I could tell he'd been in every room just having a look around & putzing away.
After barely sleeping at all, I awoke Saturday morning and immediately began to rip up the old smelly nasty carpet in the living room. There are wide pine floors underneath!!! So, rather than spending the $500 to get new carpet, we’ll refinish. Until then, our couches are HUGE comparative to the living room space, so between them & the entertainment center we won’t have a lot of bare floor – I’m thinking throw run in the short term. While I was attacking the floor, Blixx went back & forth to the apartment like 3 times with loads of stuff. We were making progress. It was 90 degrees in the shade, but we were making progress. It was around 1pm when Blixx & I started to really snap at each other – the heat and workload was getting to us. He was telling me that we were having people over for football & I was telling him that not only didn’t I want people over for the game, but I didn’t want to GO anywhere for the game either. I said whatever & he decided that time apart would be the way to go, so he took off. Sherbear and FedExMan were in town for a wedding so they stopped by for a visit. They both look so Florida tan & wonderful…there I was in my ratty clothes, hair up in a do rag, sweating like a beer in the sun…and they were dressed from the wedding looking abfab. Oh well, they held their noses when we hugged. We had a nice visit & they checked the place out. I miss them both tons.
While I was entertaining our first official guests, Blixx was running around to Home Depot then ran over & met Tadpole & Toad at the apartment to move the TV and chairs. What Blixx should have done was nap, but there wasn’t any time. They ended up just bringing the TV, but it was all hooked up to cable and ready to go by the time the Pats vs. Giants game was on. (Damn Giants!). I spent 2 hours scrubbing the tub, took a shower & relaxed eating pizza (again) & watching the game.
That evening I was a mess and went right up to bed when everyone left. I’d had it. I was at the end of my rope. Blixx tucked me in & said he’d be back in a few minutes. I passed out cold. When I awoke at around 5am, he wasn’t in bed. In fact, I could tell he had never been to bed at all. And, the cats were missing. After a quick scan of the house, I found him in the basement putzing around with his stuff. He was excited to see me awake and wanted to go to a diner. I told him to get his shyt together and come to bed. I won & he reluctantly joined me in bed until around 9am.
Sunday & we have the joy of a maternal visit to look forward to. We decide that we need to take it easy and remember that we have a month to officially move our crap out of the apartment & that it’s only 10 mins away if we forget anything. We need a plan. We went shopping again, this time opening up a charge account so we could do some real damage. $300 later we still hadn’t bought a grill or lawn mower, but I had new towel racks etc for the bathroom, and designer face plates for the kitchen & dining room. Blixx got tools and lawn stuff. It was fun, but we were rushed cuz Mom said she’d be there around 1:30. She was late (d’uh!) so we had time to relax and regroup. She brought us a whole bunch of cleaning supplies, 4 new place settings of the silverwear set and some of the stuff from CT, including my Breyer horse collection and some dining room chairs so we’d have someplace to sit. Woo Hoo! I think she liked the house, but you can never be sure with her. The reason I think she likes it is that she didn’t go all over the top smurfy happy joy, she was relatively low key. Contradiction? Meet my mother.
Monday we decided to continue to take it easy. We made some trips to the apartment and got a whole bunch of stuff done. I should have cleaned but didn’t. While I made calls to get us officially on gas, power etc, Blixx crashed out hard core on the fold out chair. One minute he was asking me questions, the next he was snoring like a fiend. He was flailing & ended up curled up in the chair like a cat. I went outside to get the camera to immortalize the moment of his demise, & when I re-entered the house his phone rang. He was in such a deep sleep that he literally fell off the chair startled by the noise. He ended up on the floor panting, totally unsure where he was or what he was doing there. I’ve never ever seen him that scared before. He’d apparently been having a nightmare that the house was falling down when the phone woke him. I took a picture, then laughed until I couldn’t see. Damn, but he’s a funny dude sometimes. We went to Grips and grabbed the frame for our bed so we actually sleep off the floor, for the first time in 7 years!!! We got Chinese food for dinner so I haven’t actually cooked anything more than toast in my new huge kitchen. That will change tonight. I guess. Or maybe we’ll just eat leftovers.
So, I’m back at work today. While it still sucks, I’m actually glad that I am inside here in the AC rather than moving stuff in this heat. Blixx is working today too with Grips boss, who is an even bigger dick that Grips can be. Blixx called me briefly a little while ago. He had a bad cell connection, but all I could make out was “everything has gone to shit” and “god damn it!” Not a good sign at all.
We can’t really unpack a whole lot until our furniture arrives this weekend. Tempest has informed me that Purge will be on the island this weekend so he can’t help us move. That is so not good! We need at least 4 guys to move the piano and as of now we have only 2. Maybe 3, but I haven’t heard about RedSox yet. I wonder what Toad is doing this weekend? Maybe tadpole wants to take a ride. I can’t wait to get the dressers from CT so I can have an actual bedroom set. And my dream of doing laundry in my own house will come true as well. Oh, the joys of home ownership! Ok, so it’s the joy of clean underwear.
Mmmmmm, clean underwear.
I'll try to post later if I have a chance, but with being out 2 days work is crazy.
We started moving in before the ink was dry on the closing documents. I'm exausted, but we're in.
URGENT NOTICE: We are moving the furniture from my mother's in CT this Saturday August 17th. I'm arranging for the truck now, but it's looking like we'll be at Mom's with truck no later than 11am. We're looking for one or two strong backs to assist with the big ticket items, namely getting the piano out of the house without scratching the new floors or dropping it down the hill. Purge has been volunteered - Tempest please confirm his availability via phone. Boogie - can RedSox assist? This shouldn't be an all day thing & I bet my mother will even provide a tasty lunch. I'm sure that we could bring some Sam or beer of choice should liquid motivation be required. We will also need assistance once we get back to MA. Not only do we need to get this stuff unloaded, but we also need to get the couches and entertainment center from the apartment. No, the fish tanks will be another day. I will be in contact with firm times later this week.
Funny stories of the longest weekend in history coming shortly.
We started moving in before the ink was dry on the closing documents. I'm exausted, but we're in.
URGENT NOTICE: We are moving the furniture from my mother's in CT this Saturday August 17th. I'm arranging for the truck now, but it's looking like we'll be at Mom's with truck no later than 11am. We're looking for one or two strong backs to assist with the big ticket items, namely getting the piano out of the house without scratching the new floors or dropping it down the hill. Purge has been volunteered - Tempest please confirm his availability via phone. Boogie - can RedSox assist? This shouldn't be an all day thing & I bet my mother will even provide a tasty lunch. I'm sure that we could bring some Sam or beer of choice should liquid motivation be required. We will also need assistance once we get back to MA. Not only do we need to get this stuff unloaded, but we also need to get the couches and entertainment center from the apartment. No, the fish tanks will be another day. I will be in contact with firm times later this week.
Funny stories of the longest weekend in history coming shortly.
Thursday, August 08, 2002
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
We’re not closing on our house tomorrow.
The title came back (finally!) but it isn’t clean. That means that there’s an old lien on the property that was never officially discharged. It’s probably all set and there’s just a missing piece of paper, but it could turn into a royal cluster fuck.
Imagine if you will my mood right now. Feel the anger seeping through this page…
Maybe it will all be fine and we’ll close on Friday. Maybe Monday. Maybe fucking next week some time.
This is absolutely positively ridiculous that the sellers attorney took so damn long to order the friggin title and that there’s a problem.
All I want to do is move the fuck in!
Shit Fuck Damn!
The title came back (finally!) but it isn’t clean. That means that there’s an old lien on the property that was never officially discharged. It’s probably all set and there’s just a missing piece of paper, but it could turn into a royal cluster fuck.
Imagine if you will my mood right now. Feel the anger seeping through this page…
Maybe it will all be fine and we’ll close on Friday. Maybe Monday. Maybe fucking next week some time.
This is absolutely positively ridiculous that the sellers attorney took so damn long to order the friggin title and that there’s a problem.
All I want to do is move the fuck in!
Shit Fuck Damn!
Monday, August 05, 2002
Great weekend. Friday night Grips came over & we watched Kung Pow. It was actually funny, but I’m psyched that it wasn’t our money wasted on the rental fee. Interesting how they used old kung fu movie footage intercut with the silly crap & the matrix cow fight was a gut buster.
Farscape was excellent. Damn, but I do love that show. Mmmmmm leather pants.
Saturday we slept in then packed up some more china & dishes. We’re pretty much all set to move. Of course, we’re still trying to get schedules straight. Toad called & invited us out to dinner with Birdgirl, DrJim & HighOctane. As I’d already established that I wasn’t cooking, it was a welcome invitation. Off to the Horseshoe Pub for several beers. Had a watermelon ale that was really good. We ended up over at Toad’s until after 1am wooping it up.
Slept in again on Sunday, then went to Green Hill Park to lay in the sun and play with the kite. Then over to Dr Jim’s for dinner and drinks. High Octane was in rare form and I now remember why we don’t hang out with them all the time. She’s insane. Totally insane, especially when we’re at her house. And the sexual inuendo’s were flying. Now, I’ve done some stuff in my time, but it’s just not what I’m looking for from them. Quite uncomfortable so we fled, but unfortunately I missed the Anna Nicole show that I’d been looking forward to. Judging from BoogieShoe’s blog I guess I didn’t miss much. I have faith in reruns.
Sunday we drove by the house & met the owner again. He’s all set to close on Thursday so life is good. Unfortunately, Blixx just got a job for Thursday so we may have to wait until Friday, but I’ve got the day off so we’re ready. Still with the waiting.
Jacknife’s dad is still in the hospital. Please keep him in your thoughts. They are the nicest family ever and it’s a shame that they’ve hit such bad luck.
Farscape was excellent. Damn, but I do love that show. Mmmmmm leather pants.
Saturday we slept in then packed up some more china & dishes. We’re pretty much all set to move. Of course, we’re still trying to get schedules straight. Toad called & invited us out to dinner with Birdgirl, DrJim & HighOctane. As I’d already established that I wasn’t cooking, it was a welcome invitation. Off to the Horseshoe Pub for several beers. Had a watermelon ale that was really good. We ended up over at Toad’s until after 1am wooping it up.
Slept in again on Sunday, then went to Green Hill Park to lay in the sun and play with the kite. Then over to Dr Jim’s for dinner and drinks. High Octane was in rare form and I now remember why we don’t hang out with them all the time. She’s insane. Totally insane, especially when we’re at her house. And the sexual inuendo’s were flying. Now, I’ve done some stuff in my time, but it’s just not what I’m looking for from them. Quite uncomfortable so we fled, but unfortunately I missed the Anna Nicole show that I’d been looking forward to. Judging from BoogieShoe’s blog I guess I didn’t miss much. I have faith in reruns.
Sunday we drove by the house & met the owner again. He’s all set to close on Thursday so life is good. Unfortunately, Blixx just got a job for Thursday so we may have to wait until Friday, but I’ve got the day off so we’re ready. Still with the waiting.
Jacknife’s dad is still in the hospital. Please keep him in your thoughts. They are the nicest family ever and it’s a shame that they’ve hit such bad luck.
Thursday, August 01, 2002
So, I'm doing a little research on Security Deposits and MA State Laws:
IF THE LANDLORD FAILS . . .
to pay interest on last month's rent within 30 days termination of tenancy;
to deposit the security deposit in a bank account;
to return the security deposit (or balance after lawful deductions) with accrued interest within 30 days after termination of tenancy; or
to transfer the security deposit or last month's rent to the new landlord
. . . YOU ARE ENTITLED TO TRIPLE DAMAGES, PLUS COURT COSTS AND REASONABLE ATTORNEY FEES.
IF THE LANDLORD . . .
fails to furnish you with an itemized list of damages within 30 days after termination of tenancy if deductions are made for damages;
fails to make the security deposit records available for inspection during office hours; or
fails to provide, within 30 days of receipt of the deposit, another (see p. 6) receipt with name and location of bank and amount and account # of deposit;
uses a lease which contains provisions conflicting with the security deposit law and attempts to enforce these provisions or attempts to get you to sign a waiver of rights
. . . YOU ARE ENTITLED TO THE IMMEDIATE RETURN OF YOUR SECURITY DEPOSIT. THE LANDLORD CANNOT KEEP YOUR SECURITY DEPOSIT FOR ANY REASON, INCLUDING MAKING DEDUCTIONS FOR DAMAGE.
I've called our new landlord yesterday and left a message saying that I wouldn't be writing a check for August rent until I spoke with them about the security deposit. If our security deposit wasn't transferred, then we could sue. Now, since we really don't want to do that I'm going to pitch that we live rent-free through Sept 1st then we're free & clear. We've never received any interest in the 6 years that we've lived in the apartment (holy crap, it really has been that long in our 'temporary' apartment!) so I figure they owe us close to $750 back. That's more than the rent we're paying now so I imagine that they will go for the deal & cut their losses. If only I'd get a call back.
Mortgage company called to say that everything is in order, and that our PMI had dropped $10/month. Woo Hoo...we'll take it! Still waiting for the title to come in so we can close. ARG!! Blixx DID buy something for the house...paint. He matched the exterior color and got 2 gallons so we can do some touch up work. He's also packed up everything that isn't nailed down. I appreciate his efforts, but it took Grips & I entirely too long to find a bottle opener to open our wine the other night.
Blixx went hiking with Toad in the White Mountains yesterday. Before he left, I told him to be careful and to be home before midnight. Well, he called at around 8:30pm last night to ask if he could camp out overnight. Like he didn't have it planned all along!!!
I worked late yesterday, then went looking for a shower curtain. I'm looking for something really nice so if anyone has any ideas of where I should look, let me know. Ames & Target had nothing interesting. I definately want fabric, rather than plastic. I went to Spags and got 8 20 gallon totes - 4/$10! I just love a bargain!! They will be awesome storage in the basement and make packing and moving a breeze. By the time I got home it was after 8pm so I really just grabbed a quick dinner and only packed a few things. Ok, so packing is a loose term. I opened my roll top desk and dumped the contents into 2 boxes. Done! We're out of newspaper so I couldn't do any dishes or breakables. Sounds like a good excuse to finish the last of the Tanya Huff books I'd been reading.
No clue when Blixx will get home tonight or what we've got planned. We shall see.
IF THE LANDLORD FAILS . . .
to pay interest on last month's rent within 30 days termination of tenancy;
to deposit the security deposit in a bank account;
to return the security deposit (or balance after lawful deductions) with accrued interest within 30 days after termination of tenancy; or
to transfer the security deposit or last month's rent to the new landlord
. . . YOU ARE ENTITLED TO TRIPLE DAMAGES, PLUS COURT COSTS AND REASONABLE ATTORNEY FEES.
IF THE LANDLORD . . .
fails to furnish you with an itemized list of damages within 30 days after termination of tenancy if deductions are made for damages;
fails to make the security deposit records available for inspection during office hours; or
fails to provide, within 30 days of receipt of the deposit, another (see p. 6) receipt with name and location of bank and amount and account # of deposit;
uses a lease which contains provisions conflicting with the security deposit law and attempts to enforce these provisions or attempts to get you to sign a waiver of rights
. . . YOU ARE ENTITLED TO THE IMMEDIATE RETURN OF YOUR SECURITY DEPOSIT. THE LANDLORD CANNOT KEEP YOUR SECURITY DEPOSIT FOR ANY REASON, INCLUDING MAKING DEDUCTIONS FOR DAMAGE.
I've called our new landlord yesterday and left a message saying that I wouldn't be writing a check for August rent until I spoke with them about the security deposit. If our security deposit wasn't transferred, then we could sue. Now, since we really don't want to do that I'm going to pitch that we live rent-free through Sept 1st then we're free & clear. We've never received any interest in the 6 years that we've lived in the apartment (holy crap, it really has been that long in our 'temporary' apartment!) so I figure they owe us close to $750 back. That's more than the rent we're paying now so I imagine that they will go for the deal & cut their losses. If only I'd get a call back.
Mortgage company called to say that everything is in order, and that our PMI had dropped $10/month. Woo Hoo...we'll take it! Still waiting for the title to come in so we can close. ARG!! Blixx DID buy something for the house...paint. He matched the exterior color and got 2 gallons so we can do some touch up work. He's also packed up everything that isn't nailed down. I appreciate his efforts, but it took Grips & I entirely too long to find a bottle opener to open our wine the other night.
Blixx went hiking with Toad in the White Mountains yesterday. Before he left, I told him to be careful and to be home before midnight. Well, he called at around 8:30pm last night to ask if he could camp out overnight. Like he didn't have it planned all along!!!
I worked late yesterday, then went looking for a shower curtain. I'm looking for something really nice so if anyone has any ideas of where I should look, let me know. Ames & Target had nothing interesting. I definately want fabric, rather than plastic. I went to Spags and got 8 20 gallon totes - 4/$10! I just love a bargain!! They will be awesome storage in the basement and make packing and moving a breeze. By the time I got home it was after 8pm so I really just grabbed a quick dinner and only packed a few things. Ok, so packing is a loose term. I opened my roll top desk and dumped the contents into 2 boxes. Done! We're out of newspaper so I couldn't do any dishes or breakables. Sounds like a good excuse to finish the last of the Tanya Huff books I'd been reading.
No clue when Blixx will get home tonight or what we've got planned. We shall see.
