Thursday, May 31, 2007
Dark Secrets
The name of the paint color I'm painting the bathroom floor is Dark Secret, by Glidden. It's black, mostly. Sort of chalkboard black. Slightly gray.
mach.com? no! match.com
I've been criticized by a number of people for my "issue" with men who can't spell. As I've shared in the past, I have a profile on Match.com and often spend time browsing the personals. I see a lot of crazy profiles (like the guy who said he was single but was clearly wearing a wedding band), and a LOT of crappy grammar and spelling. I understand there is a common belief that men can't spell, and maybe it's true. Men are better at math, women are better at English, and men can't spell. Ok, fine. If the first way I was meeting a guy was in person, it wouldn't matter. But if the first impression a guy makes is online, via text, it's imperative that there are no totally outrageous errors. Like this one:
Was born in Minnisota
Ok, really now, is it too much to ask that the guy be able to spell the state he was born in?! I think not. Plus, I don't think it's really too much to ask to meet a guy who can form a complete sentence, with periods, capital letters, and no LOLs. LOL sucks. Most of the time. Unless I'm using it. That's just how I am.
Was born in Minnisota
Ok, really now, is it too much to ask that the guy be able to spell the state he was born in?! I think not. Plus, I don't think it's really too much to ask to meet a guy who can form a complete sentence, with periods, capital letters, and no LOLs. LOL sucks. Most of the time. Unless I'm using it. That's just how I am.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Vanity Plates and No Shame
I spent a few days in Vermont with the family over Memorial Day weekend. Amanda noticed that there was an unusually high number of vanity plates on the road. We saw at least 10, I'd say. Here are some pix of the ones I could photograph. Most of the others were seen while driving.
We also had a very strange encounter with a couple at the Vermont Pub and Brewery. They were probably in their early 50s, and were sitting outside on the patio with their dog. I think they were having beers, and for like 15 minutes, the lady was on the phone. Amanda had her back to them but could overhear and man, was this conversation annoying. The lady sounded really snooty.
After we'd finished eating, the lady came over to ask us how the food was. She said she'd wondered - I think she might have mentioned that she hadn't eaten there before. They might have been having drinks. So far, totally normal. Then, we left. Mom looked back, and noticed that the lady had taken our leftover nachos off the table, and they were about to dig in!! To our leftovers! So inappropriate. I know, I know, you shouldn't waste food. Well, these are nachos. Not good for you. And really, not really good.
We also had a very strange encounter with a couple at the Vermont Pub and Brewery. They were probably in their early 50s, and were sitting outside on the patio with their dog. I think they were having beers, and for like 15 minutes, the lady was on the phone. Amanda had her back to them but could overhear and man, was this conversation annoying. The lady sounded really snooty.
After we'd finished eating, the lady came over to ask us how the food was. She said she'd wondered - I think she might have mentioned that she hadn't eaten there before. They might have been having drinks. So far, totally normal. Then, we left. Mom looked back, and noticed that the lady had taken our leftover nachos off the table, and they were about to dig in!! To our leftovers! So inappropriate. I know, I know, you shouldn't waste food. Well, these are nachos. Not good for you. And really, not really good.
Packing and Procrastinating
Thank god it's rerun season on the boob tube. If it wasn't, I'd never get this house cleaned. Here's an update on the moving plans.
One realtor came and did a market analysis on the house. It was the realtor who I used when looking for my house over 6 years ago. She was nice - talked for toooooo long, and gave me a lower estimate of what I could sell the place for than I had hoped. Then, she said she would put me in touch with a realtor in Boston and also set me up on her company site to get listings in Boston emailed to me. She didn't do either of those things, and it's been almost a month. I haven't heard from her. Now, I'm taking a break from tidying up the joint for the second realtor to come over and do an analysis. I'm more optimistic about this one. She was really nice on the phone and came recommended. Plus, she's about my age, which is kind of nice.
I am going into JP on Friday to meet with a real estate agent recommended by my brother. So far, I like him. He's responsive, informative, and set me up on the MLS site to get listings mailed to me.
The house will hopefully be on the market soon. A crochety old man at work gave me a hard time the other day. He totally burst my bubble by saying "OH, it's going to take a really long time to sell that house. The market is really bad." What a jerk. This afternoon, he asked me if the house was sold yet and then acted surprised when I said no. Sigh. Why do I share personal things at work? It often comes to no good.
One of the things I am most looking forward to about moving is that I won't have so much space to think about. I won't feel lonely in a huge place, but I also will have a smaller space to keep clean. As it is now, I always feel like there is something to do, either inside or out in the yard. I am SO sick of thinking about the yard. Shoveling, paying my brother to mow the lawn, all that crap. TOO MUCH. And the junk mail. It's out of control. I'm wondering if I will stop getting all the junk mail for a while.
I just saw a segment of Chronicle talking up East Boston. Am I picking the wrong place to live? I keep second-guessing myself. But, I think it will all work out in the end.
One realtor came and did a market analysis on the house. It was the realtor who I used when looking for my house over 6 years ago. She was nice - talked for toooooo long, and gave me a lower estimate of what I could sell the place for than I had hoped. Then, she said she would put me in touch with a realtor in Boston and also set me up on her company site to get listings in Boston emailed to me. She didn't do either of those things, and it's been almost a month. I haven't heard from her. Now, I'm taking a break from tidying up the joint for the second realtor to come over and do an analysis. I'm more optimistic about this one. She was really nice on the phone and came recommended. Plus, she's about my age, which is kind of nice.
I am going into JP on Friday to meet with a real estate agent recommended by my brother. So far, I like him. He's responsive, informative, and set me up on the MLS site to get listings mailed to me.
The house will hopefully be on the market soon. A crochety old man at work gave me a hard time the other day. He totally burst my bubble by saying "OH, it's going to take a really long time to sell that house. The market is really bad." What a jerk. This afternoon, he asked me if the house was sold yet and then acted surprised when I said no. Sigh. Why do I share personal things at work? It often comes to no good.
One of the things I am most looking forward to about moving is that I won't have so much space to think about. I won't feel lonely in a huge place, but I also will have a smaller space to keep clean. As it is now, I always feel like there is something to do, either inside or out in the yard. I am SO sick of thinking about the yard. Shoveling, paying my brother to mow the lawn, all that crap. TOO MUCH. And the junk mail. It's out of control. I'm wondering if I will stop getting all the junk mail for a while.
I just saw a segment of Chronicle talking up East Boston. Am I picking the wrong place to live? I keep second-guessing myself. But, I think it will all work out in the end.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Craigslist is So Funny
I flagged a post for "best of" because I thought it was clever. What do you think?
After I posted, I got a page that said the usual "thanks for flagging this message" yadda yadda yadda. At the bottom was this:
I'm not sure why, but it's kind of funny. And wacked.
After I posted, I got a page that said the usual "thanks for flagging this message" yadda yadda yadda. At the bottom was this:
____________________
( look, a dragonfly! )
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o @..@
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( )--( )
o0..0o
I'm not sure why, but it's kind of funny. And wacked.
A Regretful Purchase
Warning - sort of detailed shoe and foot issue below. Skip if you hate that sort of thing.
So, the fantastic brown sandals I searched high and low for, and paid entirely too much for - they are ripping my feet to shreds. Both of my big toes are getting rubbed raw, and when I walk, my foot makes a yucky sound when separating from the sole. I keep hoping that they just need to get broken in. Part of the problem is that my feet, all day, sit under my desk. And it's pretty hot under there, so my feet get sweaty and then when I walk, the shoe doesn't slide nicely like it would if I had cool-as-a-cucumber feet. Hence, the pain. Oh well. I'll still wear them, considering they are the only pair of shoes I wear regularly that don't feel so hot.
On a side note, I almost broke my ankle last weekend, wearing black heeled sandals in the rain. I got wet, my shoe got slippery, and it was almost all over for me.
So, the fantastic brown sandals I searched high and low for, and paid entirely too much for - they are ripping my feet to shreds. Both of my big toes are getting rubbed raw, and when I walk, my foot makes a yucky sound when separating from the sole. I keep hoping that they just need to get broken in. Part of the problem is that my feet, all day, sit under my desk. And it's pretty hot under there, so my feet get sweaty and then when I walk, the shoe doesn't slide nicely like it would if I had cool-as-a-cucumber feet. Hence, the pain. Oh well. I'll still wear them, considering they are the only pair of shoes I wear regularly that don't feel so hot.
On a side note, I almost broke my ankle last weekend, wearing black heeled sandals in the rain. I got wet, my shoe got slippery, and it was almost all over for me.
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