3-26-10 Friday (She Loves Me, She Really Loves Me)

I started my day to seeing Dasher’s pee in the living room.  Great.  I sprayed it down with anti-pee-pee-juice and later got out the carpet cleaner machine and eventually cleaned a bunch of spots that had been on my things to do list.

Typically, I spend quite a while each morning job hunting.  I applied for a City of Charlotte job, and for one at BB&T Bank.  Most of the time, I find 1-2 jobs a day that I apply for. 

There’s a little more calm in my head now that I got carpet cleaning and ironing off my list.  Those 2 plus spray painting handles are things that are time consuming.  I even managed to clean all 3 bathrooms but I still have to vacuum and mop.  Ugh.  Seriously, I was getting flustered with my at home duties.  I felt like I couldn’t get anything accomplished.  Maybe I should have relaxed and thought “what’s the rush?”

The lawn people were supposed to come at noon.  They did call to say they were running late.  As I type this, it’s 1:15 pm.  I’ve spent over an hour wasting time.  I can’t get into the shower.  I can’t vacuum.  I can’t make phones calls.

It’s 1:55 and now I’m pretty annoyed.

Fast forward ahead, I call the guy again and he says he’s having a belt replaced.  Why was it appropriate to call me once and notify me about being late but not again?  Must be some sort of one call per customer rule. 

Fast forward again, this time making fast forward sound effects, and it was 3:00 before he arrived.  I got to Walmart for groceries and then got stuck in shitty 5 o’clock rush hour traffic to go home.

DIH - Open Arms Last year, here’s a synopsis of what we did:

  • Visited the tar pits. 
  • A picnic lunch surrounded by tar pits was a little nauseating.
  • Lame wax museum. 
  • Lotsa traffic.
  • I explain how a motorhome is hooked up at RV parks.

Last thought for today’s entry.  Awards.  There’s tons of awards that are passed from blogger to blogger.  Most of them are viral.  You get an award, then pass it on to other bloggers that you feel deserve it.  Typically I just don’t accept them.  Alix presented me with one on her blog yesterday.  Excerpt of her “dedication” to me:

Award

My comment reply was:

“As for the award, I shall print it on tissue paper and then wipe my big fat ass with it.
Smooches ya hussy.”

I spoke to her on the phone today and apparently it would mean a lot if I’d make an exception and at least accept it.  Done!  I do love the humming birds.  Very pretty.

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Casa Hice has bunches of awards.  Here’s a screen shot of them.  Click to enlarge:

Awards

So there you have it.  The one, the only, the award.  Thanks Alix.  Oh, and quit sending me awards!

7 comments:

  1. Ungrateful bastar.... oh! Hi Garret! Thanks for posting the award. I'm so glad you like it, even though it got second billing after Dasher's pee story. I'll take what I can get with you.

    Now. Where shall we place the badge on your sidebar. Tippy top? Oh goody.

    XO

    PS: Those aren't all my awards on that screen shot, but it's a fair representation. You're corny.

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  2. Ummm, I already placed the award on my side bar hours ago - thanks for looking - get some glasses.

    If those aren't all your awards then you're behind AND rather ungrateful!

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  3. I can't believe I just read a blog about pee. Oh wait, I think I wrote one of those once...

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  4. I got caught up in those blog award thingies early on too. But there all gone now.
    Also, now I know why I don't have a dog.....

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  5. Oh gosh Garret. MY APOLOGIES for not spending the whole of my Saturday inspecting and scrutinizing your blog post. Shame on me. Once the laundry is pounded down at the riverbank, surely I have nothing more pressing than sitting vigil to your blog. I'll work on that.

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  6. @Alix: You're a big fat, errrr skinny, liar. You don't have a river in your backyard. You were to wash the clothes in the lake. You've been using that fancy washin' machine, having it do all the work while you eat Bon Bons, errrr drink wine.

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