Do What?
I watched this video at about midnight. I was zombie tired, so I’m sure I missed a few major points that this guy was trying to make. I plan to watch it again when I am fresh and alert because this video gives you a lot to think about.
If you have eleven minutes to be philosophical or if you just want to watch this guy sketch cartoons on a white board at rapid speeds, this video is totally worth your time and thoughts.
What do you think?
Brilliant?
Is the world a different place to you now?
Too far out there?
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PS. A big announcement is coming up on September 1, 2010.
Reflections – June and July 2010
If it were not for the fact that I have pictures of June and July, I would have no idea what I did during those two months. I wouldn’t have a clue. And, chances are, if I don’t have a picture of it, then I don’t remember it happening.
The first weekend in June, Moanna turned three and we celebrated with a fiesta. For a good two hours our semi-quiet home turned into a mad house, and it was fantastic. There were people in nearly every room in the house. At one point, all of the toys were out of the toy box and all of the kids were in the toy box. It is hard to believe that Moanna was a wee one just three years ago; she’s practically a teenager – the hand on her hips says it all.
After Moanna’s birthday, our entire life shifted into planning for our big move to Atlanta. If we were awake, we were in planning to move mode. Not executing the move just planning the move. It was exhausting, frustrating, emotional.
At the end of June, Steve and I went down to Atlanta for a week while Moanna headed back up to Maryland for another week with Steve’s parents. I must say that I was very jealous of Moanna. She was having a grand old time in Maryland while Steve and I were house hunting and having leasing battles. I won’t get into the drama that unfolded on that trip just yet, it will come in an upcoming chapter of “The Move.” Hold onto your hats because believe me it’s going to be a juicy story.
We were able to wedge some fun into our trip to Atlanta when we were not sniffing out (literally -sniffing out) houses. One day, we went to the famous Georgia Aquarium. We played there for several hours with aninonamies, penguins, jelly fish and the like. We laid in front of the giant tank for along time. Even with all of the little monkeys running around, it was peaceful to lay there and watch the fish.
When we returned from Georgia, we met up with one of Steve’s work friends and her family for a day at Luray Caverns. I had been to Luray Caverns when I was much younger. Back then they had tour guides to walk your through the underground maze. Now they have this recorded tour that you listen to through head phones. They had two tours you could listen to. One for the adults, and one for the little kids. I listened to the little kids’ version so that I could keep up with Moanna’s adventure. She loved finding the stuff in the scavenger hunt mystery. She is still talking about “The Singing Rock” and “Friendly Ghost.”
We spent the Forth of July working at the local 4th of July celebration. Lexington is always a great place to be for the 4th. There is a big hot air balloon rally and fireworks; people from all over the area and beyond come to VMI to celebrate this patriotic day. I come for the food.
Following the 4th of July, we continued to push forward with our moving plans. It was hard to accomplish much of anything because we still had roles to maintain in our current lives in Virginia that were keeping us busy, but we were also up to our necks in figuring out what life would be like in Georgia.
During my last week of work, my coworkers threw me a surprise going away party. I was shocked. Surprised isn’t’ the right word. I was surprised, but I was shocked that they pulled the whole thing off because not much gets past me – that I know of. It was very bitter-sweet. To be honest with you, I had no idea that I cared about my job or the people I worked with that much. I knew that I really liked my job, but the last week was much harder than anticipated.
Because things were not crazy enough, Steve decided that we needed to take a last minute family vacation to the beach the day after I left my job. Don’t get me started. When he pitched the idea of going to the beach for the weekend, I told him he was out of his mind. We had 500 other things to do and our house was no where near ready to load onto a moving truck. His response to my chicken dance was, “We work better under pressure. We are going to the beach!” And, so we did.
I admit, it was a nice intermission. I spent most of the weekend on our beach front balcony in my t-shirt and underwear watching the rhythm of the ocean. Both mornings, we woke up to the run rise just after 6:00AM. We spent the mornings playing in the sand and swimming in the pool. The ocean was flipping freezing so only my toes touched the water. We napped in the afternoons and went out to yummy dinner in the evening. When were doing none of the above, I was on the balcony in my t-shirt and underwear. Why? Because that’s what you do at the beach. Moanna spent a lot time on the balcony too, but she was butt-booty naked.
The moment we got home, the vacation was over (actually it was over in the car when Steve forced me to write down our to-do list) and we frantically started throwing things in boxes. Our organized method of going through everything and weeding out the excess was out the window. Our “we work better under pressure method” was throw a bunch of crap in a box, pad it with some bubble wrap, tape it up and pray that nothing breaks. We did this for what felt like an eternity. In reality, it was three days.
We ended the month of July in a very special way. On July 30th Steve and I went to the DC Temple with several very dear friends of ours to get our Endowments and to be Sealed. As with most things in our life, it was nothing short of an adventure. The original plan was to do the Endowments on the 29th and be Sealed on the 30th. We wanted to space them out to keep from getting overwhelmed. Well, that didn’t happen. A massive storm blew through the DC area the prior Sunday knocking out power all over the place for several days. When we heard about the power outage on Tuesday, we created four or five backup plans in place because there was no telling what might happen. On one hand we were upset that our plans were being tossed around, but on the other hand we were grateful that the power outrage gave us a reason to think about our trip to the temple. Because of everything going on (the packing, the leases, the packing, the saying goodbye, the packing) our trip to the temple had become just a day on the calendar almost. Outside of our weekly temple prep class, we had no time to focus on the temple and what it meant for our family. This “disaster” gave us that opportunity. On top of having to go with plan D or E, Moanna managed to throw up several times that day on the way to the temple and at the temple. Not five minutes after our Sealing was complete the power in the temple shut off again. Thank you Lord for not letting us get on the elevator before that happened.
June and July were emotional months. They were down right overwhelming. In the greater picture of the world, our experiences and obstacles are no big deal. However, to us they were life changing. As a family we had to face a lot of new things. Things that we had little to no experience in. Things that we knew were going to be difficult proved to be much more difficult than anticipated. Things that were sweet were much more meaningful and sweeter than we expected. So to sum it up, we grew. A lot.
A List
I have been all over the place this week. My ability to focus has flown out of the window. Just a minute ago I was shucking corn and still with the corn in my hand started digging in the fridge for something to eat. I sat the corn down to eat a pepperoni and instead of picking the corn up to finish husking it, I picked up the phone to call the insurance company. Then I wandered off to work on the laundry, but forgot and sat down to check my email. All of this in less than ten minutes. Don’t get me started on the rest of the week.
To regroup, I felt that I should make a list…
- I am morning the possible loss of Mo’s nap time.
- A day without yoga, is a day without yoga.
- I spent over $200.00 on groceries today.
- The air here sometimes reminds me of the beach
- I fear unpacking the office and play room.
- Insurance companies are the enemy.
- Chocolate would be amazing right now.
- Perhaps a weekly schedule will help me focus.
- I need to schedule time to write my weekly schedule.
- I forgot to eat breakfast and lunch.
- A nap would be amazing right now.
- I should really get back to the laundry.
Help me! I am wandering around without purpose or reason. If I’m not back in three days, it’s because I am distracted in the laundry room and the laundry still isn’t finished.
Now Mo Knows Her ABC’s
Ladies and gents, I am proud to announce that Moanna has mastered the alphabet. I almost said “finally mastered” but to be fair she’s only 3 and it is perfectly normal for children her age not to know her ABC’s. Most of the time, I’m very “Children learn at their own pace. We adults make children learn to much too early instead of allowing them to use their imagination and following their curiosity.” However, this alphabet thing was getting under my skin. Why? Because since the beginning of time she has known the entire alphabet minus one letter.
J
For at least the past six months Moanna has tortured us with the alphabet song repetitively. We would hear the entire alphabet, minus J, a couple dozen times a day. It was like having the same song on repeat all-the-live-long-day, and that song would skip every single time in the exact same spot.
I have a theory. I think that Mo was a bit wigged out by the fact that there was a letter J because she has a Grandpa Jai. Why on earth would Grandpa Jai be in the alphabet? That’s just crazy talk! A B C D E F G H I K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y X. See there is no J in that alphabet.
We tried countless ways to get the letter J back in the alphabet where it belonged. We would have her repeat every letter after us. We would jump when we got to the letter J. We would clap when we got to letter J. We showed her in books and on pictures. We would sing it with her and say J really loud when it was time for J. We would have her listen to us sing the alphabet. Nothing worked. We looked like monkeys in the circus trying to get her to put J back where it belonged. When ever would correct her, she would smile at us and start over and sing the alphabet right on through minus J and look at us like we were nuts for thinking she was wrong.
I was folding laundry (OK I can’t remember what exactly I was doing but it was something domestic) one day last week and Moanna came in looking very proud of herself and said, “Listen to this! A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z. Now I know my ABC’s. Next time won’t you sing with me?” My jaw hit the floor. We called Daddy right away so she could sing to him. He too was very proud.
After the celebration wore off, I realized who taught her where J went. It wasn’t Steve or I, or anyone else doing animal tricks. It was a magnet. Her alphabet singing, letter pronouncing magnet. I had been listening to that magnet all morning long. When I say all morning long, I mean all gosh darn morning long. While I was unloading the dishwasher, cooking breakfast, making lunch, loading the dishwasher, sweeping the floors, making the beds, going to the bathroom, unpacking boxes, Moanna was standing in front of the fridge hitting that button over and over and over and over and OVER again.
Moanna has been repetitiously chanting the alphabet nonstop, even more so than before we found J, at ear piercing volumes. I am proud, and hard of hearing.
The Move – Part 2: The Anxiety Attack
If you missed Part 1 click here . If you are up to speed, please read on.
Most people visit a place prior to committing to relocating for a job. They take a trip down, scope out the area, pick out a few neighborhoods, check into the school systems, an so on. That’s most people, not us. No, that would be too rational, organized, normal. We tend to be none of the above.
About four years ago Steve and I took a business weekend trip down to Atlanta. I was either barely pregnant or about to be pregnant. We’re not really sure because of the back and forth due dates I’m quite confident that I was already pregnant, but Steve likes to pretend that Moanna was conceived in Georgia (TMI, TMI) because it drives him crazy that Moanna is a “Virginia Baby” and not a “Miami Baby.” Anyhow, we were only down there for about 48 hours and we were driving all over the city most of the time. The weather was crappy, there were huge roads filled with cars everywhere, I didn’t feel great (I was pregnant) and I did NOT like it. That was the only time I had been to Atlanta. The only other times I had been to any part of Georgia was driving through on I-95 and it smelled horrid every single time. You leave South Carolina and cross into Georgia and your car fills with the smells of swamp and paper mill. You exit Georgia and enter Florida and your lungs fill with the sweet smell of orange blossoms. Not a fan of Georgia people! Not at all.
A few months after Steve accepted the the promotion we decided it would be wise (rational, organized, normal) to take an investigative trip. We needed to narrow down our search of where to live in this massive city because internet searching can only get you so far. After reading about a hundred neighborhood descriptions and starring at Google Earth images it all starts to blend together and your brain turns to jelly. We needed to see the city, taste the city, feel the city, hear the city, smell the city.
Most of our trip was spent driving around the outskirts admiring gorgeous houses we were not in the market for. When we were not gazing at houses that were out of our budget by about $3000 a month we were studying the locations of grocery stores, malls, schools, museums, and the like trying to decide what we wanted to be close to. Did we want to be IN the city where we could walk to everything? Did we want to be in the suburbs? Did we want to be North, South, East or West? Did we want to be close to a school? Was there anyway we could surgically remove the land around Atlanta and turn it into a beach community?
By the end of the second day I was getting really frustrated. We were getting no where. Even though we had been in the car driving around all day long, I was still feeling like I hadn’t seen Atlatna. It was 4 or 5 hours past dinner time and my blood sugar was crashing fast. I wanted to stuff my face, pass out and try again in the morning. Steve had other plans. Sleep could wait, going one more hour without eating wouldn’t kill anyone and we’re not moving for another four months so we didn’t need a house right this minute. Steve wanted to go to the Sun Dial to get a view of the city. I wanted to go to the Sun Dial two hours ago after I was fed; now, I just wanted to back to the hotel.
For those of you not familiar with the Sun Dial, it is a three story restaurant/lounge/observatory on top of the 73 story Westin. The restaurant floor is a revolving floor so that as you enjoy your dinner you can see a 360 degree view of the city. Above the restaurant is the observatory level known as “The View” where you can walk around and look out at the city. If you look down, you can see the restaurant rotating below. The tippity-top is the lounge.
Normally, to get to the Sun Dial you ride up a super fast glass elevator. Unfortunately, the glass elevator was being renovated so we had to use the super fast elevator in the middle of the hotel. We stepped into the elevator, the host swiped his card to give us access to the top level and up we went. We were shooting up the middle of this gigantic hotel at about ninety miles an hour. It was really windy that night. The elevator was knocking around inside its shaft. Moanna was getting a big kick out of it. Steve was enjoying seeing Moanna light up as she jumped up and down. I on the other hand was malnourished and ready to give up living right there on the elevator.
The elevator stopped and the doors pressed open. After we found our legs and steadied ourselves, we stepped out and walked out onto the observation deck. After about ten seconds of staring out at the city Steve looked at me wit big grin on his face and said, “Wow! It’s so big. Welcome to your new city.” I wanted to puke, but since I hadn’t eaten there was nothing for me upchuck all over Steve and his excitement. He continued, “Look at all of the possibilities and opportunities here.” I pulled myself together, faked a smile and said, “This is our new home.” I took a few deep breaths and tried to refocus and take in this gorgeous view. There were skyscrapers all around us and no matter how far you tried to reach with your gaze the lights were never ending. As I was realizing how expansive Atlanta was and how teeny-tiny I was, I felt my arms and face go numb and my chest tighten up. I was having an anxiety attack right there in the middle of one of the most magnificent man made views I had ever seen. An anxiety attack that I had to keep myself because I was not about to interrupt Steve’s daydream of our future. In the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the restaurant floor rotating below us and I felt like I was tumbling down the side of the hotel into the sea of lights where I would drown.
For a moment I thought that falling 73 stories and drowning wouldn’t be so bad, at least then I would have so many unanswered questions. Steve drug me to the Sun Dial because he thought it would make me feel better. He thought that seeing the city lights would bring me fill me with excitement and anticipation of the adventure ahead of us. Instead, it made me feel worse. It brought all of my questions, doubts and concerns to the surface.
Moving to Atlanta, Steve knew exactly what he his purpose would be. He was moving to Atlanta for work. He would work hard, make a lot of money, take care of his family and enjoy his time off. Me on the other hand, I had no idea what this move meant. I no longer knew what my purpose in life was. What would I do down here in Atlanta? Would I work? If I worked would I stay with my company or start with something new? If I worked what would Moanna do? Who could I trust to keep her? How much would that cost? What would my commute be like? How would the house stay clean? How would my family be fed? How productive would Steve be with his job if I were working? What if I stay home? Would Steve be able to make enough money to support us? What would I do all day at home? Will Moanna and I be able to spend that much time together without killing each other? What about health insurance? Maybe I should work? But would I make enough money to justify the expense of childcare, a housekeeper and the extra money we would be spending on quick meals and the loss in Steve’s productivity because he will have to take on more housework? Maybe I should stay home? Who is going to be my friend? Where will we meet new people? Will it be safe for Moanna and I to go out exploring on our own? How will I manage to drive without having an anxiety attack? Where are we going to live? Is it going to be in an apartment? Townhouse? House? Can we afford a house that has the space we need? Maybe I should work to make sure that we don’t get behind on paying down our debt? How often will I see my family and friends? Will they come visit me, or will it be one of those situations where I have to do all of the traveling? Should I work on my masters or a second degree if I stay home? If I stay home will I get lonely and bored? Maybe I should work? Maybe falling off the top of this building wouldn’t be so bad?
As the elevator rushed back down to more stable ground I watched Moanna toy with gravity as she jumped up and down. I was trying not to pass out from the anxiety and starvation. We stepped out onto the street into the sea of lights. I arched my back to look up at the top of the Westin to where we had been standing. I still felt small, maybe even smaller than I did when I was looking down onto the city.
I didn’t tell Steve about my panic attack until we were driving back to Virginia. I was driving and we were some where in the Carolinas when Steve asked me what I thought about Atlanta. And that is when I threw up all over him – figuratively. I told him about my panic attack, the numb arms, the five hundred questions running through me mind, how I felt like I was falling from the top of the building and even that for a split second I thought that falling into the sea of lights and drowning wouldn’t be so bad. He sat in silence the entire time looking straight ahead and blinking. When I was finally done I gave him a minute or two, maybe only thirty seconds, to respond. He didn’t speak.
“Well? What do you think? I NEED answers!”
“That’s a lot of questions. I didn’t realize you felt this way. I thought we were coming down here to explore and find a house.”
“That’s easy for you to say because you already know your purpose in Atlanta. I don’t know what my purpose is.”
“Well let’s work on this…”
And so we did.
I’m not a fan of not knowing. I don’t like waiting on answers or information. I need to know, and I need to know now. I like to be to know my options, make a decision, execute it and let the consequences follow. None of this, “You have six months to decide what you want to do with your new life.” Maybe this is why I struggle with being rational, organized, normal…
A Hilariously Hot Shower
SoOOooo. Where should I begin? Hmmm…
OK.
As you know the shower in our master bathroom was broken. For some reason the water wasn’t getting hot. The sink worked just fine but not the shower. We were showering at “the club” (aka the gym, but we have to call it “the club” because Moanna said so) every time we went and we showered in Moanna’s bathroom when we didn’t have an excuse to go “the club.” It’s not really a huge deal to shower across the hall, but our previous house didn’t have a master bathroom. All four of us were sharing a bathroom (Steve, Moanna, Josh and moi), so Steve and I were really excited to have our very own child free and brother free bathroom.
Yesterday evening when I got home from grocery shopping to restock our fridge and move on with life (I swear if that thing breaks again someone owes me $175 and some change) Steve came downstairs to help me get the groceries in. After we were done lugging everything in, he stayed with me in the kitchen to chat while I was putting everything away.
“I fixed the shower.”
“Oh yeah? How’s that?”
“That’s not important.”
“No really, how did you fix it?”
“Aren’t you excited?”
“You ‘fixed it’ by turning the dial the opposite direction didn’t you?”
“I told you I fixed the shower.”
“Tell me what you did.”
“Well the plumber called to say he would come by tomorrow. I told him I wanted to check on a few things first and call him back. I went into the bathroom checked some stuff out and fixed it.”
“Hahahahahahaha.”
“I don’t want to hear it. You never tried to fix it.”
“You know, every time I sat down to go pee and looked at that shower I thought, I wonder if Steve tried turning the dial both directions or if he turned it to hot and left it at that? I should check and see because sometimes common sense escapes him. No, no, he’s smarter than that; I’m sure he tried both directions. I didn’t check it because I had faith in you. This is too funny.”
“Shut up.”
“The internet WILL be hearing about this tomorrow.”
“Oh, that I am sure of.”
There you have it folks. You can’t make this kind of stuff up. My heroic husband “fixed” the shower. Bless his heart.
Since we’re in the Deep South now I felt that a “bless his heart” was in order. It makes me chuckle every time I hear someone say it.
New Toys, Tools… Toys
I have to apologize for being so pissy on Monday. It was a series of unfortunate events on top of hormones, and when the two mixed together it created a very unstable chemical bomb. The situation has been defused. Tuesday my new bathing suit arrived. It’s a tankini with boy-short bottoms so I no longer have to shave every single day, giving myself the worst razor burn known to man kind. As of yesterday afternoon, the internet had been activated; we now have super-fast internet. Yesterday evening someone finally came to fix the fridge. When I went to bed last night the temperature was still in the “danger zone” so I was a little irritated. However, I am happy to report that when I woke up this morning and got a glass of water it was ice cold – maybe too cold. We are still waiting on our shower to be fixed, but with those other issues resolved I am no longer a ticking bomb.
Also, I have new toys! Maybe their tools? I’m not sure, guess it depends on your perspective as to what qualifies as a tool.
Behold!
No it’s not one of those fancy front loader washers or one of those steaming dryers, but it’s brand spanking new and it’s all mine. The really fancy stuff wasn’t in the budget, plus I’ve heard some iffy things about those fancy front loaders. I hear that they are not as effective and cleaning your clothes as a top loader.
Look at all those buttons!
When we left Virginia, we left our crummy, broken, disgusting vacuum. Less than 24 hours after we arrive in Atlanta we went out and purchased this bad boy.
We got the smaller model so I could lug it up and down the stairs when Steve isn’t home. Plus look how cut it is.
So are these toys or tools? And if they are tools why can’t I deduct them off of my taxes as a “business expense”? It is after all my business to keep the house clean and the family happy and healthy.
In other news, I have a problem…
Moanna found one of her old binkis this morning, and has popped it in her mouth. First, that’s gross. There is no telling where that thing has been. Second, I hope she isn’t going into relapse. When she say the look on my face when she walked in the room with it she said, “It’s just for pretend.” I figured we all visit the unhealthy parts of our pasts, and it would be hypocritical to deny her of that guilty pleasure. It’s kind of like going through a box of old high school memories or stuffing your face with deliciously bad for you food after being on a healthy diet for months. I’ll let her play with it today, and then tomorrow it’s time to put that thing back in the past. I do admit that my heart melted a little bit remembering her toddling around with her binki.
Neutrogena Ultrasheer Liquid Sunblock Review – The Ultimate Challenge
For the past month or more my life has revolved around relocating to Georgia. It has been leases, boxing, taping and utility setup nonstop. Somehow in the middle of all this craze we were able to take a weekend and go to the beach.
I had been wearing my Neutrogena Ultrasheer Liquid Sunblock daily. I was pleased with its performance and the way it made my skin feel, but with minimal sun exposure it was hard to tell if it could really stand up against the summer sun.
For two days in a row we woke up with the sun and went to the beach. Before leaving our hotel room I lathered up with Neutrogena Ultrasheer Liquid Sunblock from head to toe. I was not interested in packing and moving with a blistering sunburn, so I made sure every inch of skin was covered. We spent hours on the beach and at the pool playing. The sun was blazing hot and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. When we returned from the beach each evening to get ready for dinner, I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t burn. In fact, you could barely see any sign of sun exposure on my skin. The tan lines were almost invisible.
Overall I have been pleased with the performance of Neutrogena Ultrasheer Liquid Sunblock. It has held up against the ultimate test for sunscreens around the world – a weekend at the beach, and it has not caused my skin to breakout or become oily which so many skin products tend to do. As with all products, I encourage you to do your own research and make your own decisions for what is best for you and your family.
All By Myself, Yourself
One of the fears I had when I found out we were moving so far from the people I knew and loved was the fear of being alone, the fear of loneliness. I don’t do isolation well, and it makes me feel very vulnerable. While I deeply enjoy and crave, require even, having time to myself, long term aloneness becomes a scary place for me. When I am alone for too long, and have run out of ways to entertain myself I get bored and my thoughts drift to the places that I bury deep inside of me where no one can find them, including myself.
I knew that moving to a place where I literally knew no one would require me to spend a lot of time alone. I’d be responsible for keeping myself entertained and motivated. To avoid loneliness, I would have to get good at being alone. Knowing myself as well as I do, I knew that I would medicate my loneliness with staying busy and overwhelming myself with tasks. It would take a lot of conscious effort to be still and quiet.
I found this video this morning on a blog I read from time to time. It was exactly what I needed, at exactly the time I needed it. This short video is all about being alone, and it’s beautiful.
How do you do alone? Are you comfortable with solitude or are you afraid of what you might find inside yourself? How do you spend time with yourself?
*When I saw the date this video was published on the internet I smiled. It was published right before we loaded up the truck to leave Virginia.
Filing A Complaint with Whoever Will Listen
I swear, if I didn’t go to yoga this morning I would be going Jack Bauer on people right now! I’m ready to pick someone up by the collar, slam them against the wall and menacingly whisper, “If you do not do exactly what I tell you to do, I will see to it that all of your stained underwear is displayed where you work.” Staying up late watching 24 every night might be turning me into a violent person. I don’t know. It could also be the fact that we’ve been in the new house for two weeks and instead of things getting resolved more issues are popping up. Then again, it could just be PMS.
I’m usually a go-with-the-flow-kind-of-gal, but I have had it up to here.
Complaint 1 – After a week, the gas was finally turned on. I still don’t understand how it takes a week for someone to come turn a knob and flip a switch so I can take a hot shower and cook food, but whatever. We patiently waited for the hot water tank to fill and Steve went to go take a shower only to find that the shower in the master bath was not getting hot water; it was ice cold. Thankfully Moanna’s shower has hot water.
Complaint 2 – We are still high jacking internet from our neighbors (with their permission – they gave us a password). The internet company said we were good to go, and sent us our modem/router. When the modem arrived Steve plugged everything up and nothing happened. No internet. Steve called the internet company and after nearly two hours of getting the runaround, getting disconnected and speaking to people named “Princess” and “Shaquitta” all in the same phone call we were told that we would have to wait 3 business days for someone to come “build a port in our neighborhood so we could get the good high-speed internet; you know the kind is needed when you work from home. That was on Thursday morning and we’re still waiting. If we do not have internet by COB tomorrow the internet company will find their dirty underwear hanging from phone lines around the Atlanta area.
Complaint 3 – My fridge is not cold. Freezer is just fine, but the butter in my fridge is soft. I will be throwing away about $40 worth of food that is no longer safe to eat. The fridge better be glad I didn’t pitch a fit and buy a crap tone of food and condiments when I went shopping last week. I have nothing to cook for dinner. I was planning on shopping today to restock for the week, but I can’t.
Complaint 4 – Moanna and I were going to go to the pool today after I went to yoga. After yoga class, I took a shower, shaved (shaved th bikini region), put on my swim suit and pick up Mo from the kids’ center at the gym. When I asked her if she was ready to go swimming she said, “No. I want to go home. I don’t want to go swimming.” I went through all of that for nothing? I have razor burn for you kid, and you don’t even want to go to the pool?
From the outside looking in this may not seem like much, but I am mad as hell today. Filled with a rage that I can’t explain. I’m usually not this negative and don’t complain this much (really, I don’t). However, I have a cold shower, internet equivalent to dial-up, a warm fridge and razor burn. This is not my happy face people.
