If you’re from New York (and I’m sure some other places), you’ve probably heard and/or used the phrase “I got a guy”. If you aren’t familiar with the phrase, it’s basically like saying, “Don’t call that expensive contractor because I know someone who will get the job done for you for way less.”
Now, in NY, I believe that this system works. Here in Miami, however, if someone tells you they’ve got a guy, RUN as fast as you can in the opposite direction. That contractor might cost you an arm and a leg, but in the long run, it will be worth it. Let it be known that when we move and my name is on the mortgage/deed, we will not play IGAG.
We’ve been playing IGAG in the house for sooooo long and more often than not, it’s been a mess. First it was IGAG for painting the house. I understand that painting a house is a big project, but these people took FOREVER to get it done!! Oh yeah, and they got crap all over my kitchen window that they didn’t bother to clean.
Next round of IGAG puts up the privacy fence around the house. At least a month to get that one done. The fence is still standing though. *knocking on wood, but not the fence*
After the first two rounds of IGAG outside, I was hesitant to play IGAG inside, but again, it wasn’t my decision. First stop, the downstairs bathroom. We had been using it more or less as storage. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to have a second bathroom as no one ever has to rush out of one. And sure, the light fixture is nice and the new toilet is fantastic. But seriously, if you have to fix the toilet less than 2 weeks after it’s been installed, you’ve been IGAG’ed. *sigh*
Our kitchen was a little outdated..still is to be perfectly honest, but we got a little upgrade. Drop ceilings with new ceiling tiles. New sinkage. New fridge, although that’s just because the old one died. We even have track lighting in there now. Don’t get too happy about it though, because less than 2 weeks after it finally got finished, I went into the kitchen and turned the light on and got nothing. IGAG’ed again. No, it wasn’t the breaker or the bulbs, just something the guy screwed up. Oh, and he moved to Naples or Tampa or something, so we’ve been without an overhead light for MONTHS!
It seems obvious that we might have learned our lesson by now, but guess again.
The house is old and doesn’t have central air. This is fine by me because I hate the air conditioner anyway. Well, we have heard from a reliable source that once the A/C gets installed, our electric bill should go way down. I swear to you that this installation process started two months ago. And yes, we’ve been IGAG’ed again.
The first time the guy came, he didn’t have the right stuff. Then he couldn’t do it the way he planned. So he left the wrong stuff in my living room where it sat. And sat. And sat. He eventually returned and did one part of the job. Then it sat for a few weeks. Yesterday he returned to “finish”. Needless to say, he didn’t. He did, however, come in with his partner, make a complete mess of the house (I was dusting and mopping the floor after 10 last night), stink up the house (I know it’s hot and all, but dude(!) take a shower!), and the biggest insult was that he used our bathroom. He used our bathroom and missed. Thanks dude. Now I have to mop a stranger’s piss at 10pm. I suppose it’s better than having the bathroom stink, but have a little common courtesy you fuck. And he still has to come back today to connect the electricity.
I realize that getting a legit contractor in Miami is equivalent to getting me to eat okra/asparagus/liver. Impossible! But man, IGAG isn’t much better.
- It’s been four years and six days since I turned in my playa stripes and a good time it has been. No matter how young I still look (that would be very…still get ID’ed to play the lottery sometimes), I know how old I am, and with this age comes the time to stop, um, hopping and stay in one place.
Lovey and I have been engaged for about a year and a half now. I guess for some people, the whole process has been a long time, but for others, it’s way too short. Can’t win ’em all (unless you’re the #Steelers – hopefully!)
Sidebar: How awesome would it be for them to have a perfect
season?!?! Who’s gonna talk smack then? Seven rings AND a perfect
season?Anywho, the original plan had us getting married in the summer of 2010..the year we make contact. Ha. Of course, I am woman, hear me change my mind because I’m not hearing your complaints. Part of it is due to the economy and part is that I just can’t make up my mind.
At various points throughout the process, I’ve said “Fuck it. Let’s just go to the JP.” You see, I’ve never been ‘that girl’. The big-princess-wedding-tw0-point-five-kids-white-picket-fence girl. I suppose it’s the result of growing up with mostly guys.I am prepared. If I ever get this nailed down, I have my calligraphy set ready to go as I will do the invites by hand. I might even send them to people that I know won’t be able to show up just because they wouldn’t believe I was actually getting married otherwise. 🙂
I’ve toyed with the idea of having the wedding at a resort where I used to work in Florida. Dress code = togas. Wedding cake = baked alaska. Lactose intolerance be damned, I’m having baked alaska. Convenient for my family + his family. That idea sorta got chucked although it may get revived.
Another thought in the process is/was Vegas. Keep the togas, change the location. Keep it somewhat low-key (for Vegas, anyway). Airfare is a little bit of a pain though. And hotels. And the organizing. Yikes. Maybe not.
We vacationed in Key West just a few weeks back and almost got married there. This is what happens in KW. You go into a bar and order a drink, er bucket, the big burly biker dude (BBBD) and his new bride ask the bartender why he didn’t offer them this drink. He said that we came in and ordered it. (True. I looked it up on their website and knew that I had to participate in this train wreck.) Not to be one-upped by the short black chick and the Cuban dude, they ordered one as well. Then it became a contest to who could throw it down faster. When we were ahead, BBBD said something along the lines of, oh yeah, well we just got married. We countered with we’re engaged. BBBD responded with, yeah, but we’re married. The bucket almost talked me into going to get married right then and there as not to be one-upped, but I figured that my mom would be pretty pissed if I did it that way.
I believe that, in the end, I have to decide how important it is for people to be there (outside of our families). I don’t expect people to drop stuff and fly across the country (for some of them) to attend, but it would be pretty cool. I guess I should make this decision sooner rather than later as I hear that weddings take a while to plan. But when you have your own personal dressmaker (Hi, Mom!) and you have your dress pretty much picked out, I suppose all that’s really left is a time and a place.
What say you, dear reader? Resort wedding? Vegas? Take it to the JP and just have a big party afterwards? (no need for household items for gifts, we have enough, lol)
It’s something I’ve actually sorta kinda done, although not really on purpose.
Have you ever done something one time and then been hooked on it and unable to get it out of your system? That’s how the circus got to me. It started off on the flying trapeze, then moved to single trapeze, swinging trapeze, Spanish web, and to a lesser degree, double trapeze. I wanted to learn more. I wanted to fly higher. I wanted to do it all. And I did and it was good.
Here’s a little secret: If you want to get in the best shape, possibly of your life, get yourself into some circus classes and take it seriously. It’ll take a while, but you will get ripped. There was a point in time where I looked at myself in the mirror and said, “This isn’t cute.” I was monstrous across the back.
Anywho, the time came when I just couldn’t bear to put my liver through another six months of the heavy bag AKA Club Med. There were some great memories and I met some great people, the memories to take, the people to keep in touch with, but the circus! How to take it along?
I found small outlets here and there to get my circus fix. It was never enough. (And it was hardly ever free) I kept at it nonetheless. Because that’s what happens when you have an addiction. Both my fiance (Lovey) and my daughter (Kiddo) have given the circus a go-round to some extent. Lovey can do without it; Kiddo loves it although not with my passion. What I really wanted was a way to incorporate family + circus so I can have all the circus I want without the guilt of being away from them.
Two weeks ago, I finally got my wish. In a random conversation, I mentioned that it would be pretty cool if Lovey and I could do double trapeze together. While I expected him to just nod it off, he agreed that it would be pretty neat but said that he was in no shape for it. I told him that I did the majority of the work in the act. But, But, BUT, the conversation got him motivated to get back in the gym! Hooray! And, And, AND, Kiddo is joining in the fun as well!
Now we have family workout/stretching time after work/school and I am well on my way to not running away to join the circus, but instead bringing the circus to me. 😀
Ahhh, I am a sucker for a new product. I can’t help myself. I alone am the reson that gum and candy bars are right by the register. My sucker-ness is also the reason that credit cards stay locked up at home and I don’t carry cash. So don’t try to mug me because all you’re getting is some loose change and a bad attitude. (And possibly a swift kick to the groin.)So when I saw Rhianna hawking Cover Girl’s new Exact Eyelights, knowing that I always look like I got punched in both eyes, I figured I’d give it a shot. I suppose I was expecting a miracle product so my expectations were high.They have an entire line of stuff. Eye shadows, mascara and eyeliner. If you didn’t know, the premise is that their product, which has different color schemes for different eye colors, is supposed to make your eyes look brighter.Herein lies the problem, at least for me. There’s no color scheme for black eyes. I don’t mean black as in of the African American persuasion, I mean black as in so dark brown that if you aren’t shining a light in there, they look black. Of course, it didn’t stop me from trying it out.I want you to know that these two photos are something that would usually immediately hit the recycle bin but for the purpose of the review, I’m going to force you to look at me. It’s before and after.Hmmph. Well, I look like hell in both of them, and the lighting is slightly different although they were taken in the same place within minutes of each other, but, I’m not seeing any super difference in the eye area. I’ll still probably buy the eye shadows to check them out and because I love eye shadow but I don’t know that I can give this product the InShynesMind Seal of Approval. Yet.What do you think?
- No, this isn’t about swearing or why you had to click that you agree to get here. 🙂It’s about this:Certainly you’ve seen the Orbit chick in her white outfit telling you how awesome Orbit is in every way, shape or form. Well, I’m here to tell you that, for this product at least, she ain’t lyin’.I don’t chew a lot of gum (wrinkles, ya’ll!) or at least when I do chew it, it isn’t for long. But this makes me wanna leave the one I’m with! There is a certain segment of the population, ahem 420, that is really gonna love this gum.I chew a piece of minty gum in the morning after my coffee because I don’t want to monster mouth anyone at work. That gum, however, becomes a dry rock in my mouth after about five minutes. Not so with the Orbit. It’s yummy, it stays soft for a long time, and damned if it doesn’t keep the mouth hydrated like a champ! Honestly, I hate to spit it out. I have yet to chew it until it runs out of flavor and/or hydration and I think I’ve chewed it for at least an hour at a stretch.As such, Orbit Mist gets the InShynesMind seal of approval.