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Monday, 18 August 2008
Level 32 draeni shaman *glazed eyes*...*drool*...ouch, my "walking" finger Can't blog now...need to level up to wear some mail and get my mount!
Posted by thecreepygirl
at 10:39 PM PDT
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
Yeah, short story long: creepyKid's bed is a day bed...it used to have a trundle - but no longer. Anyway...I was putting it together: head and foot boards with the back board...I was putting the mattress board on and either CreepyKid pulled the head board or I jiggled the foot board, whichever, (and it really doesn't matter because....) the matress board fell, a good 5-6 inches from the ground on to the top of my naked foot. OUCH! The part that hit (of course) was the slender, knife-like edge of the area that gets bolted so I got a nice cut. I screamed and said a few choice words...boy that hurt. Since it hit the tendedon (luckily missing that ugly, huge, rubbery vein) it made my three smallest toes hurt and hurt up my shin. I got that cut and a big lump on the foot. I finished putting the bed together and limped to the couch for some RICE (OK, so I didn't compress it...but I did the rest) and I did MICE (still with no compression) it really hurt to walk on, but nothing was broken. Well, thanks to all that RICE/MICE I have the small cut and a little discoloration where it hit - but no bruise, my purple badge of courage to show my Mom-wounds! But at least I can (pretty much) walk on it alright. Oh, and thanks to Sis who immediately sent me a text message of "the bed is on my foot." Good to know I can always turn to family when I'm in need of comforting. :-D
Posted by thecreepygirl
at 12:01 AM PDT
Sunday, 3 August 2008
So, now I have internet, and I've probably sent you an email or you've seen my log-on time on MySpace. I missed the 'net so much. *sniff* I had gotten a number of invitations that I had to either decline or explain why I never answered. Although, I didn't have too much "personal" email, I did have over 1,000 CalHauntS emails - whew! I have been on line playing WoW and checking out sbemails at homestarrunner.com BTW: my favorite non-sbemail is "My Somber Vacation" by Strong Sad...yeah, just watch it, don't ask questions. ;-) I don't really chat on-line anymore since everyone I chat with ALSO got a life. ;-) But I ocassionally see people on MySpace which is always funny - especially when I see CreepyKid on and I know we only had the one computer. Speaking of CreepyKid, she's the one who's most excited about the 'net. She told me she's "out of circulation" and "out of the loop" and generally "out of ability to communicate" even though she's got a cell phone. hmmmm.....apparently she wants to 'pimp my MySpace page' - what e'er! With the 'net down we ended up with a bunch of computer games that didn't require connectivity *shock* - Black & White 2, Dungeon Keeper 2 and we even tried Phantasmagoria, but it's so old my computer doesn't want to run it. bummer
Posted by thecreepygirl
at 12:01 AM PDT
Friday, 1 August 2008
Have: Have:
Posted by thecreepygirl
at 12:01 AM PDT
Saturday, 19 July 2008
OK, I just got my refrigerator last Wednesday, so I'm happy on most fronts. I'll be fully satisfied with the new digs when Verizon hauls themselves over there to hook up my phone. Yeah, that's right, no phone, no internet...how am I posting this? I'm at Sis' place and hitting the Net before she gets home. I'm still in dispute with the moving company, I called my credit card company to dispute the charge, and I've not heard back from the movers since that day I called and spoke with Ricky. Go figure. I need to call back and find out just WHY they've not followed up and do they really think they should get all that money? Of course THEY do...but they can't show me how *I* actually owe it, since the guys they were using were shady. Anyway, I should have phone by the end of this week, the realtor came and took the box off my door, my fence is up and I'm even closer to being unpacked. Don't let that fool you, I've still got BUNCHES of boxes, but NewGuy painted CreepyKid's room today while I went out of town (isn't that great!!!.) Tomorrow we'll do the clouds portion of it and then move in her furniture, thus freeing up our "spare" room. My first mortgage payment is almost due...OMG...it's like I'm a real grown up or something!!
Posted by thecreepygirl
at 5:42 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 19 July 2008 5:43 PM PDT
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
OMG - Thank the Good Lord or Lords or Hindu Gods or WHOMEVER...that's the last time I have to move! As you can guess from the title, things did NOT go well for me during my big move on Monday. So...here goes my long tirade regarding why you shouldn't use CHAMPION MOVERS 866-453-6055 EVER! (I will retract that statement if their management tries to fix my issues - I have a call pending with them) I set up an appointment with Jordan there for 3 men/4hrs at $100/hr; that was pretty reasonable. When? Monday (the ONLY DAY I can take off between now and July 1st when I have to be OUT OF THE OLD PLACE!!!), between 12-2 (yea! I'll be done by 6 at the LATEST). I gave them not only the size of my house (1710 sq ft, 4bd/3ba with Upstairs and garage) but the new place (1680 sqft, 4bd/3ba single story) and how far apart they are, why...double time for driving...so for 30 mins of driving they charge an hour...I'm OK with that though...3.25 hrs to move and 45 mins to drive...should be no sweat. Here's where the sweat comes in: At 2 I get a call from the dispatcher, "the driver running late because of the previous pick ups, but he assures me he'll be to your place by 4:00." OK, now I can't go anywhere, so I can't run back to CalCity to turn on my water, or move another load...but I get the "co-driver's" cell phone number in case I have to leave. Sis had come over to help me and I wanted to show her the place, so we took a small load of stuff to the new house and got back by 3:00 and still no movers...bummer.... I call them, to be sure they didn't get there and leave because I wasn't home...no...they're just now in Mojave. at 4:45...after NO additional phone call, they show up. Two of them (not three)...first thing is going around and look at everything to move...no sweat...then "sign my paper." So, to explain the contract, that I got the gist of...3men/4hrs@ $100/hr to be prorated if they go over the 4hrs. He starts in "its $400 and I was told you're paying in cash" Then it's signing the contract, I start to read it...he just points "sign here and here and here" and I said, "OK, I'm going to read this and sign it." He went out to do something, set up the truck, scratch his ass, I don't know, plus he gave me a "can I use your bathroom?" Of course I let him...but he's peeing on MY time. >:-/ Notice that he clocked in at 4:45, nothing went on that truck before 5:15. He asked "ok, we want to load, where's the paperwork?" Then he finally started moving stuff...I thought "great, I can spend time with Sis, pack up stuff...get things done..." Nope, immediately it was "you're furniture is broken" what? OOH...my 2nd hand couch and chair have cat damage and a really old vinyl footstool is ripped, all stuff I knew about. He says "You should come and help us" So I now have to stand and watch them move things...how...um...interesting. He tells me "I don't like doing local moves, there's no money in it. I prefer long distance moves, it's less stressful and more money." About 20 minutes in to THAT "do you have any ice?" Ok, fine, I'm not cruel, I gave him two glasses of ice and a bottle of Gatorade. Then he tells me it's taking longer because their ramp is broken...it won't go down all the way without a "hitch" in the system...it looked to me like they lost a pin or something because a guide wheel would only go so far without popping off whatever track it was on. Mother-fuck! I SHOULD have gone with the other movers (who, incidentally, called while I was WAITING for these guys to show up.) About an HOUR into the move the third guy showed up. I really liked him, he was professional, courteous and friendly. He came in and got RIGHT to work. After about another 15 mins the foreman said "Um, I don't think there's going to be enough room on the truck for your stuff." WTF?????!!!!??? I gave them the size of the house and they didn't prepare? And why should I suffer because they had stuff already in the truck from a previous move. He says "we can put your couches on the ramp and tie them down. Do you understand? But we'll try to fit it all inside." Come on!!! Plus, he kept saying things like "do you understand?" OK, his accent was HEAVY, but I could understand him just fine. Unless he spoke really fast Spanish to the co-driver. I felt bad for the 3rd guy because later on I noticed that he didn't understand what they were saying and that the foreman was giving them directions in Spanish. They keep working. Once again "It's not going to all fit inside. Do you want us to leave the couches?" WHAT?? "No, the couches are one of the main things I want moved, they NEED to be on your truck. If you can guarantee to me that they're going to be secured and not damaged then go ahead, I'll trust your moving experience." NewGuy and Sis were flabbergasted at that, and later, as the story unfolds I thought, "OMG - my couch is toothpicks on the side of the freeway." However, that didn't actually happen. First, they blanket, cellophane wrap and TAPE my couch and loveseat. Then they try to move it through the door. It won't fit. Well, the people who delivered it got them in...but they weren't covered with an extra half inch of packing. So back in comes the couch and off comes the door (that's 15-20 mins of labor, thank you) and out go the couch and loveseat. Then back in to put the door back ON the hinges...yeah, another 20 minutes...and then standing around doing something, I'm not sure what. By the time I realized that nothing appeared to be being done the time had already escaped me. By this time I'm frustrated...just a wee, tiny, little bit. Then comes the small tremor right before the BIG ONE. I had sent NewGuy over to the new house to open it up for the movers...who were "almost done" when he left...but were at the house nearly another hour. The mover says "OK, we're getting ready to leave" I got to my place, third guy right behind and no moving van. Well, it's a bit slower, I figured. Third guy said "you smoked that van." I said "I was being passed up myself, I saw them behind you and they didn't say anything about driving slower than normal even though I was." 10 minutes pass...where are they? They should be there by now. I call the co-driver's phone...he hands it to Foreman..."you drive too fast" "what? I was doing under the speed limit, 60. It was the California City exit...it was two exits down." He had a MapQuest TO my place, he should have one from my place...he's a crappy mover. And third-guy has had to listen to me bitch...and I told him I knew it wasn't his fault because 1)it was like that before he got there and 2) I know who the Foreman is....idiot foreman. Third guy even said he felt it was unprofessional and that I should call his dispatch. Sis showed up, nothing's going to be open for dinner, I call the local pizza place for delivery...I ask third guy if he wants anything....we wait. I'm thinking...my furniture's halfway to T.J. right now...I just got scammed...they have my CC information and my belongings. FUCK. Sis said she was thinking the same thing, plus she saw a 20/20 or something where movers were holding people's stuff hostage for big $$$. So the truck pulls up...and now...the big bombshell.... "OK, you need to pay now." They unloaded pretty fast NewGuy helped get it done. We had ordered food while we waited for the movers to show up but the delivery guy couldn't find the place, he said that S. College isn't even on the map. D'oh! He showed up around 10ish. I gave third-guy his soda...we sat and ate...the movers were nearly done. Then Foreman came in to have me sign the 'work completed' form and then gave me the "I'm so pleased with your work" form to write comments on...I kept it brief...I knew I'd be calling the next day. He tried to give me the "this is my job, you understand..." crap...I don't care...it IS your job, be professional and on time. I told him so. He told me "well, I didn't get my truck until 3:30, I couldn't get there in half an hour" I told him "then tell your dispatch not to lie and say you were on another job and couldn't make it out on time." I was done, burnt, toast...burnt toast. Sis left, NephewG's allergies to my cat (or possibly the pollen) was enough that she couldn't stay. NewGuy and I hung out in the new place for a bit, sitting on our couches which are now in their proper place, staring at the empty hole where the TV should go...but not for long...it was late 11:20. I should've been in bed long before that...I don't think I'll ever use a mover again that I don't have a recommendation first...or use one at all, since I don't plan on moving again...at this point...EVER! I had to go home and shower, NewGuy had to shower too...and get up early...suck, so I let him in first. I was filthy...apparently more than I realized, because even after my shower with scrubbing exfoliator I still had dirt on my arms. Teaching was going to suck...and in retrospect, more than I realized. My eyeballs popped wide open at 5:20 and I couldn't go back to sleep. I ended up getting up and going in to work, I was 45 minutes early. I also looked like I had recently crawled from my very new and shallow grave...puffy eyes...dark circles...and a pain in my forehead (oh yeah...head butting with NephewG, trying to intentionally show him how much that sort of thing hurts so he wouldn't do it to Sis...he got the point, but apparently I did too...) EPILOGE.... I got in to work Tuesday and called the movers right away and left an irate yet professional (yeah, I can do it) message. I want to speak with Jordan, since he quoted me my price. Some other guy called me back right away...it was a familiar heavy Hispanic accent....but I don't THINK it was him. "I got your voice message, can I help you?" No response as of yet.
Posted by thecreepygirl
at 12:01 AM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 19 July 2008 5:43 PM PDT
Tuesday, 24 June 2008
Got my keys on friiiiDAY... The movers, however, but an end to this little ditty. THAT rant will be my next uninteresting segment in the blog. But I thought you'd all love to know that I'm finally going to be able to haunt my very own home!
Posted by thecreepygirl
at 5:41 PM PDT
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Just a quick shout-out and nanny-nanny to Sis who complained I don't update. I posted a handful of my back-logged blogs PLUS pictures from Faire...um, so yeah...take THAT!
Posted by thecreepygirl
at 3:58 PM PDT
That right....this email is going to be a quick rant about the voices in my head. I wish I could say I really suffered from some form of medical backed insanity - but this is just my conscience talking to me. HOWEVER, that sucker is REALLY LOUD!!!! This morning at 1:00 it was saying things like "get up and turn off the a/c" and "shouldn't you be packing?" Well, I DID get up and turn off the a/c...and went back to bed. However, after an hour of hearing "you should be packing...do your dishes...what if you don't get your keys in time???" playing on the eight track (oh yeah, I can reference out dated but continous looping technology) that is my brain I was up. Yup, 2:00AM saw me doing the dishes, much to the delight of my cat. Apparently she couldn't sleep either - she's been really weird for the last week or so. After doing the dishes I started packing, when I ran out of packing material I started shreading - luckily I'd closed the bedroom door so NewGuy didn't get to wake up to the sound of grinding metal teeth. I moved plants to the middle of the room, packed boxes to the edges...oh yeah, that's progress baby! It looks better and hopefully will motivate me to finish the job. And, after much consideration (basing those thoughts on LAST years July move) and many offers, I've booked a moving service to move me. For three men for four hours it'll cost me roughly $50 more than moving myself last year. After this year's gas hike, I'm probably coming out ahead. So, I've scheduled to have them come (and me take the day off) on Monday the 23rd. HOWEVER, yesterday there was a small, tiny, little, insignificant issue with my paperwork. I had to drive into town (20 minutes away) and sign two papers, one notary and take a thumb print, all of which I did LAST Tuesday and drive back home; THIS was holding up my loan being funded...wanna take a guess at what was wrong? I read each and every document....it could've only been 80% smaller, tops...I should look. ANYWAY...FHA WOULDN'T take their documents in that shriveled state and were refusing to process the loan until I came in and signed a full size copy. Oh yeah...that was it...can you believe it? I said, foolishly, "couldn't they have just zapped 'em bigger in the Xerox?" Oh, that would be too easy. I guess they could say that if the docs were shrunk I could claim, later, that I didn't understand because I could see/didn't read said tiny document...WHATEVER! Stupid loan funders.
OK...done with this rant. *slink*
Posted by thecreepygirl
at 3:32 PM PDT
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
Calm down...this blog, unfortunatly isn't like network TV, if I don't feel like producing NEW material I can't simply re-post a "re-run" blog entry...nor can I do a montage "remember when I wrote this?" where only 10% of the material is new and the rest is copy/paste from the rest of the blog! I'm not a machine people. :-D Anyway, here's the update since the last update, which I just posted today anyway. They FINALLY got electricity to the house! I FINALLY got the house inspected! There were things wrong...but little things..things that are fixable. Plus I have that flippin' warranty so anything that goes wrong will be fixed! My loan got approved...how I got the phone call "your loan is approved but they need more paperwork" I'll never know. How can something be approved if they need MORE stuff? Anyway, they got their more stuff, which was my shoe size, inseam and latest PAP smear. Yesterday I went to the escrow company and signed a five inch stack of paper, most of it redundant on how I plan to occupy the property and stuff. And now I am the proud owner of a Cashier's Check Stub!!! Oh, yeah baby, the big time now!! I should <fingers crossed> get my keys on Monday/Tuesday, nothing like waiting until the last minute. Ugh - I was hoping to be mostly moved by now. Anyway -- there's plenty to do, like set up utilities and stuff. So what does it all mean in the scheme of things? Well, I won't have to move again! Not for the rest of my life if I don't want to!!!! HUZZAH!!! I've moved so many times in the last few years, it'll be good to stay put! It also means I gotta plan a killer housewarming...otherwise, why would people visit me all the way out here??
Posted by thecreepygirl
at 12:01 AM PDT
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