Monday Part II

It really was a crap day. Rainy and yuck in Atlanta. Someone where I work in a different department thought I was a glorified customer service rep and asked when I would get a real job. Yeah, try doing what I do. It is a craft, an artful "dance", and I enjoy my job or even better career.
I have to go back to the paint store for the 5th time to get a better paint match for the money pit's exterior. Needed to do it today but I could not.
Borat called at 7:30 this morning. He has called every morning this week. I can't wait til he is settled. Glorious! Simply glorious!!
Only Georgia would elect Sonny. It makes me cringe.
The best part of my day was a large gingerbread non fat latte with no whipped cream. Yum.
Here is Bellini gettin' all civic with it!

Girl in a Bubble

This weekend we are having all of the ceiling in the house painted (finally). When we moved in to the money pit 3 years ago we worked on everything but the ceilings. Given that they are 12 foot and I am 5'3" you can see the problem. We did the right thing and hired out for this one. The painters are hard core. They have taped off and put sheets of plastic everywhere. Thus, I am the girl in the bubble. I get stuck in a section of the house as they have rooms blocked off with plastic. I have dust everywhere and most of the ceilings are completed at this point. It looks good.

They are also scraping and painting the outside of the house. We just had it painted 2 1/2 years ago but it needs it already. The joys of an old house!!

The last thing for the money pit I really care about that is on my list is ripping out and replacing our main bathroom. I hope to do it next year.

As for now I have all the hair on my body raised as they sand the joint compound from the filled areas to make it smooth for painting and the house looks like it has Chicken Pox on the exterior.

It has been 2 weeks

It has been two weeks since IT happened. I think I can talk about it now with out stringing together nothing but curse words.

My Purse was stolen.

Not just any purse folks: my Prada purse. I felt so violated. I still do in fact. This happened the week before we were set to leave on a week long cruise. My license, my social security card, my iPod, my credit cards, my MAC makeup, my Tiffany & Company bracelet, but the only thing I cannot replace: my Nana's pill box.

I was shopping at Publix (regional grocery store that rocks) and I was being a good shopper and putting my cart up when it was taken from my locked car. Luckily I still had my keys and cell phone. I was not harme in any way.

This is the only time I have ever yelled at the fab hub in rage. I don't know if he really knew what to think about that. I felt even worse.

After we had searched the parking lot and area trash cans to look for the discarded purse we came up with nothing. He took me to Holiday Lane at Macy's. I love Christmas decorations. All the happiness and sparkley stuff and lights really makes me happy. He took me to the MAC counter so I could replenish my makeup. This made me feel a little better. I love the fab hub. I hate the person that has my bag.

I have replaced the bag with a similar one from Prada. Still not use to it. I got a new wallet from Prada that I love. I wish I could get the pill box back....it was passed down to me.

Where I have been

So I finally had vacation. The fab hub and I had a wonderful 7 day cruise. We hit Grand Turk, Half Moon Cay, Grand Cayman, and Costa Maya. We had such a good time. Had lunch at a Margaritaville and some drinks, swam with sting rays and fully relaxed and rested. The sting rays were my favorite. Carlos with Kirk Sea Tours taught me how to hold them and I fed them octopus. They feed by sucking food in.....I got a sting ray hickie on my hand from feeding them.
We had a 5th deck balcony....this was so nice. Having a snack on the balcony rocks! Our travel agent sent 3 bottles of wine and we traded them in for champagne in the dining room. We had a drink of the day everyday and a new towel animal every night. We were awarded our 25 day at sea pins too. I love Holland America!

For all my love and enjoyment I still have a hint of vertigo.

Two for the Price of One!

I went to the DMV to get a replacement license this morning. It was raining. I waited outside the office in the rain for 20 minutes then once the doors opened I waited another 30 minutes to be told: THE SYSTEM IS DOWN. So they are kind enough to issue me a license receipt on flimsy paper. I have a library card that is more sturdy. The guy hand wrote is for God sakes. I was not happy. My piece of paper was free of charge.
So I go back to the DMV later today to get a license as I want to be able to rent mopeds on our upcoming vacation and I need to be sure I can get a drink as needed. Usually they just reprint your license. No, not today. Since I had stood in the rain this morning and had no clue I would be having my picture taken I looked like ass. My last license photo looked flawless--I had just come from the salon. It expires in May and I will plan my salon visit accordingly.

So after 2 visits to the DMV and $5 I have a new awful looking license! Yay!

Yay for Rain!

It is raining! I will be singing in the rain today!! This means the DMV will not allow road tests and the line will be significantly lower. I will report later what comes of this.....I think it has moved from book status to magazine status.

Pine-Sol Clean

For reasons I cannot go into at this time I had to go to the Social Security office today. I was there for around two and a half wonderful hours. I have seen first hand where our tax money is going. There were people in neck braces, people so over weight they feel they cannot work, people with multiple babies, and then a few new brides with new last names. I simply needed a replacement card. I had my passport ready, I had printed and carefully filled out all the paperwork-but I was stuck behind the finest in locals I could ever ask for.
There was a cop running the circus. He was the best thing the place had going for it! He sent people out who were talking loudly on cell phones, asked people with screaming babies to take them outside, and made the smokers move from huddling around the door. Thank you!
When you get to the office you have to get a number and wait in the chairs. I was scared of the chairs. I don't want to be that close to people. I was scared of the germ factor, closeness, kids, lack of English, someone being chatty, or any other thing with all the people in a small room. I stood for two hours being thankful that I could. The bathroom door was operated by a push button that held the door for 15 seconds or so. Men would go in the bathroom and get frustrated and just wizz with the door open. It was great! Wish you were there!
Once I got to the window the woman helping me told me about her cat, blinds in her apartment, and how she cannot get everything together to get her passport. The lady looked just like the Pine-Sol lady with the pronounced gap between her front teeth. They should mail out my new one in five days....yippy!

Tomorrow is the DMV! I can hardly wait!!

I Can See Clearly Now

Today it finally happened.....the mammoth holly tree bush things on the side of our house are gone. I have a wonderful view from the kitchen and also from the media room. It really is nice.
Then I noticed just how good my view is.....
I can see in to the house next door. It is currently vacant and for sale. Not sure if they would be able to see into out home since we are on a slight hill.
The kitties are a bit mad at me for the tearing down of a tree that squirrels, birds and even chipmunks played in for their viewing pleasure. I am thinking an apple tree or fig tree will be planted in the area.....we will see.
The guys that pick up yard trash will be pissed...the pile is friggin' huge!

Crossing Over

I am so over it. The "Cross-Over" cars are killing me. You are not fooling me. No sir, not at all. You may market them as a non-suv, bigger kind of car type of vehicle, but I know the truth. I even gave one a test drive back when the FX45 came out. I thought it was like a sports car with a back pack. Then I came to my senses:

THEY ARE STATION WAGONS

They may not have the ultra hip backward facing seat where as a child I was stuck in a friend's mom's wagon looking at the cars behind us is Atlanta traffic, but they are station wagons.
I got so scared of anything family oriented that I cannot even have a back seat. I love my TT.