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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Old-fashioned

My 93-year-old uncle just called to make sure that it was OK that he didn't think it was right that my brother had a baby out of wedlock:

UH: Can't you talk some sense into that young man?
Me: Have you ever tried talking sense into a young man? It's a losing battle!
UH: Well, I think the way you did it was sensible. Get married. Then everything that happens after is perfectly legal.
Me: It's a different time.
UH: What do you think? Do you think he's just going to run out on this girl?
Me: Uh ... uh ... it's a different time.
UH: I just hope he's not there when I come out in July.

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Monday, April 23, 2007

Damn insomnia

We got home last night and did seven loads of laundry in three swoops.
So, good for us (and people who ever stand near us), but once we tackled that, I was like, let me just clean this now, and that, and organize this.
I was up until 2:15 fiddling around and then didn't fall asleep until 4 or so because my mind kept going, "Ooo! Let's do this!" or "Why aren't I up doing this?"

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Thursday, April 19, 2007

"Stick It"

So, we rented "Stick It."

I have no idea if it's accurate, but it was shot really well. Like some scenes are really interesting.

The only thing that was disconcerting: The alarming "hot" chemistry between Jeff Bridges and the lead actress.

Like, they should be making out, not him mentoring her.

Like, in 5 years, they should be in a romance together.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Yelling at CapOne

The guy couldn't or wouldn't explain why the paper statement differed from what the electronic statement said, then didn't really have an answer for why the $10 late fee kept appearing on the statement, except that it was going to be off it from now on since the payment I made yesterday covered it.
THEN when we asked why did it just now get covered, since I consistently pay MORE than what is owed, he said, well, because you've never paid more than enough to cover it (despite the fact that I usually pay about $500 on a $292 payment).
And I said that doesn't make sense.
Well, he says, every time you pay, some of it goes to the principal, some of it goes to interest.
So, I say, even though I ALWAYS pay over what we owe, it's never been enough to pay this $10 fee?
Well, he says, that's because we don't know what's supposed to go to pay what.
So, I say, does that mean I should write a SECOND check just for the late fee (god forbid we have late fees again)?
And he says, well, you could just call and tell us it's to go for the late fees.
So, I say, the late fee would have just kept showing up if I hadn't called?
Well, yes, he says, we put it on your statement as a reminder.
WTF, I say. So now I owe $30 in late fees because you couldn't or wouldn't take it out of the FRICKIN YUGE PAYMENTS I MAKE?!
And then basically, he wouldn't help us with anything.
Even though DH had called in Feb. and talked to a girl who said she was going to take the late fee off because a $500 payment we made after not getting printed statements for two months in a row got lost in the mail.
DH to me: Yeah, we should just kiss that money away.
Me to DH: Aren't you glad I was yelling at him and not you?

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Monday, April 09, 2007

funny!

I just found a story I printed out just 3 weeks before I started dating the man who became my husband.

Wire headline on story: Include common sense in search for spouse

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Wednesday, April 04, 2007

A salad I got at work

I got the chef salad, but the chef is apparently, like, 5 years old.
The boiled egg still had shell on it (gross) and the cheese turned out just to be chopped-up sandwich slices.
Also, stalks made up more than a third of the lettuce.

When I was a kid, I made my mom a salad using cabbage instead of lettuce, 'cause come on, when you're a kid, they're the same thing, right?I was so proud of it, and she winced her way through eating some of it to make me feel better? But I still have to think that was better than this ...

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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Poor doggy

On way to work, I saw a disoriented bulldog walking in traffic.

I called DH and he called animal control.

It was so sad.

It (he, definitely a he) had a huge cut on his head and was a mess. He looked like he would be a good dog if someone would take care of him.

He just looked bewildered, like, "How the eff did I end up in the middle of a road?!"

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