Is there anything you've done that you wish you'd apologized for, but didn't?
Eleven years ago, I missed a flight from NY to PA. Because I missed that flight, my brother drove out to get me. Because he drove out to get me, we both were not home when my father passed.
I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye, Dad.
And so, since no one rocks out on Monday, but hopefully you get your cock out if you've got one, here's the slightly delayed version.
Last week was wonderfully calm and quiet. Basically, it consisted of getting my classes all straightened out so that I can graduate with my AA in December rather than February. Baby steps people. I refuse to be a slave to Corporate America for any longer than is absolutely necessary.
We came to the realization that it's gonna be four more years in Miami, unfortunately (barring lottery wins or other huge piles of money falling on us). Kiddo has an interview for her magnet school coming up and if she gets in, there's no way I would pull her out before she graduates. She's been talking about this school since she heard about it and practicing her sketching and such, so I hope that the interview goes well.
A little extra cash in the paycheck this week is an awesome thing. Too bad it didn't cover the things that broke such as my telephone, the monitor on my laptop, and my eyes. But, extra cash is extra cash and for that I am thankful. And yes, I wasted it on a fill for my fake-ass nails (can't have raggedy hands sporting the rock) and a spa pedicure (because if you get your hands done, might as well get the tootsies done too). Fortunately, a little other will come in soon on top of the income tax check so I'll be able to pay off ALL the credit cards, hooray! And I'm taking Lovey to dinner over the weekend for Valentine's Day. He picks the place and drives, I pay. I wish I could just get him flowers and candy. 😛
Saturday we attended a little shindig for the birthday of Lovey's best friend's wife. We were in charge of getting everyone into their place while they went out to dinner so we could surprise her. Good times. I know now why I try to avoid the camera. It's because in just about every picture I take, I look hammered whether I am or not. (and if I am, I look like I got keelhauled, face first) Take for instance, Exhibit A. By this time, I had had maybe two drinks.
I'm not sure why this happens. Even when I'm not drinking this happens, evidenced by the group photo at Christmas. And my glasses make me look old. I'm okay with that one though. Can anyone tell me how to fix this?!?! Ugh, the more I look at that picture the more I dislike it.
Anywho, we had to jet out of the party a little early because I was STARVING! We got home at close to 2, I believe, at which time I inhaled a half of a cheesesteak. It was delicious. The next morning I woke up and I smelled like cheesesteak. Kinda gross.
Today is a day of new journeys. It's our first day of school and the first class sucks, lol. Some sort of business garbage that neither I or he have any interest in, but it's only 5 weeks so we suck it up. It's also day one of a personal journey. It's personal.
Sending out good vibes for a great remainder of your Monday. Peace, love and hairgrease!
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Miam E. Shyner here reporting on the truly disgusting things seen here on the beach. Today's event as relayed by a co-worker.
Co-worker #1 and co-worker #2 were walking down the street less than a block from our office. At which time they spot a woman and her daughter of about 5 years. As there is a lot of hustle and bustle on this particular street, they find it odd that these two are standing still.
More odd is that the child is wearing a dress yet has it hiked up to her chest. More odd still is that she's completely bare assed. Most odd, and the low point of the day, is that they were standing over one of those grates in the sidewalk similar to one you'd see over a subway and the child was pissing into the drain.
Had I seen this, I may have smacked that lady in the back of the head. I work here and I have to smell that piss every day. Find a bathroom pig.
This is Miam E. Shyner reporting to you live from Miami Beach.
Really. It is.
I've had better than 20/20 vision for nearly all of my life. I went to the eye doctor last May and I was fine. For some reason, though, my eyes went into rapid decline. (I'm not sick, had a full physical, everything's clean.) So last week, I became eligible to get another eye exam. I didn't care for the guy I went to in May so I started searching elsewhere.
Lo and behold I found someone that I would give a shot. And he's great. My eyes – not so great. Apparently, I'm nearly blind. Nearly blind to the point that I'm 34 and I now have progressive lenses. Bifocals without the lines. Damn.
I picked up my new glasses yesterday and let me tell you something. I forgot how wonderful it is to see clearly. Here's the analogy that best describes it: My eyes without glasses are the analog signal on the TV with bunny ears. My eyes with glasses are HDTV, baby! I realize now that we don't need a new TV, I just needed glasses.
Life is good. And I love my new phone. I may start taking random pictures with it and posting them if I can ever figure out how to save my Vox address, lol. Tomorrow's ROCO Friday. Get your game face on!
Ha ha, the saga continues. After much griping to AT&T yesterday, I finally got a supervisor to approve overnight delivery of my phone. I called them this morning to get the tracking number. For whatever reason, the rep didn't know if it was overnight or 2 day but that's neither here nor there. I got the number and went to the DH-hell website.
I am not happy when the tracking information looks the same as it did when they lost the package. So another round of phone calls ensues. Hi, DHL, could you tell me where my package is? Another one flat out lies to me. She said that there was some huge water main break and the fire department was there and a whole bunch of other crap and that everything is delayed. Now, because I don't believe her, I check all of the websites of the local newspapers and the local TV stations and I see nothing about it. Then I ask Lovey if he saw anything about it on the news before he left the house. Negative on all fronts. So I call again and get someone different. This one says that there are delays but it should arrive before 3:30 pm.
Time passes. I keep checking the website. Hey, it made it to the right facility! We're making progress! Hell yeah, it's out for delivery! It's almost lunch time when I check again. Now it says that they need "address information" and to contact customer service. Grrr!
Hi, DHL, your website says that I have to contact you about my package. Oh yes, well it looks like Cingular/AT&T didn't send the address information and there's no information on the waybill. Um. What? I gave them the address and made sure that they repeated it back to me. Well, we don't have it. THEN HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW WHICH TRUCK IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO ON?!?!? Lies on top of lies from this place. DHL guy says to please hold while he gets a supervisor. Oh, before you go, make sure you let your supervisor know that this package was to be delivered on the first and you lost it the first time so you'd better make sure it gets in my hands today. DHL sounds a little worried and puts me on hold.
I am fuming. I am livid. I think I almost had a stroke. They have terrible hold music. I don't want to be bothered. Someone walks up behind me at my desk. It's a guy from the mailroom. He's holding my package from DHL. I thought about staying on hold but figured why bother. Isn't it lovely that they don't even know where their packages are?
All's well that ends well. I have my new phone. It works. It picks up fingerprints like a mofo but I don't care. But don't, for a second, think that I'm not going to write a scathing letter to those idiots outlining the fact that they're stupid and that they are liars. I wouldn't ship anything across the street with their company because they'd lose it.
And that's my rant for today. 🙂
