Friday, August 15, 2008

Gooooo Eagles!

My high school reunion is coming up. One day more 'til I see TONS of people I've not seen in a decade. This will be an adventure.

I'm sort of afraid to see some of these people around booze.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

I'm not here.

At long last, someone from Charter came today. At 6 PM, an hour later than promised. But that's a story for another time.

Turns out a Charter agent had driven out here last Thursday morning and physically disconnected my internet connection. Pair that with this event, and I feel like a ghost: I got a hot pink slip in my mailbox today informing me that my house was vacant and no mail should be delivered.

What's going on? Is this a prank? Is the Charter disconnection connected to the USPS note? Did I perish a week ago yet continue to think I live? Is there a Janet living in a parallel universe who just moved out of her house?!

WHOA! Then I got this message from blogger just now!

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Monday, August 4, 2008

perfectionistic boss lady who doesn't want to work

Here's the deal: I'm the treasurer of my condo community and, while I value the experience (especially as it relates to my future bookstore business), I'm tired of it! I've been tired of it since the week after I said I'd be the secretary.

When I moved in here, I was thrilled at the notion that I wouldn't have to cut my own lawn or paint my own house when either needed upkeep. My monthly condo dues would pay for that! The condo board would just handle any issues that came up.

Except I wasn't expecting to be on the condo board. For much of my time living here, I've been the only [frequently] active member of the board. I resent the time these duties take away from my schedule, but I'm too much of a perfectionist to let someone else take over. Oh wait--no one would take over.

In all, the official duties as treasurer aren't so bad, as long as things are working smoothly and no major snafus come up. Too bad so sad that MANY a snafu has risen (GROSS phrase) and being on the board is not so peachy keen, and not so easy.

I just wanted to vent. Someday I will have my own house and will pay for someone to cut the lawn. I will not worry about someone else's trash on our common property. I will not have to get approval from my neighbors if I want to alter the appearance of my house. It will be grand.

Until then, I plow on...

Saturday, August 2, 2008

new kwotez from the kidz

In late June I told you about some good quotes from my favorite kids. Here are three more:

  • P., the five-year-old, wanted me to play Lego people with him. He gave me a tiny Lego man who was wearing a plastic grey wig. "This is Old Granny. You'll be Old Granny, okay?"
  • Later, E., the three-year-old, joined the game and asked for me to put a plastic sword in her character's plastic claw hand. She then adopted this grainy, mean, rough voice and slammed her Lego man into mine and said, "I WANT TO KILL OLD GRANNY!!"
  • P. and B. (who's 8) were chasing each other around the house. B. decided he was a good guy, the best guy you can be: God. "I'm God, okay, so I made everything...?" "Okay, but I'm mean," replied Pace. B: "Okay, let's play now. [beat] Get away from me, Satan!" P (in a slight country accent with hint of surfer dude voice): "I'm not Satan....I'm a guitar player!"
  • E. met Jim yesterday and became completely infatuated. She had a bevy of hilarious quotes. First off, she couldn't get his name straight, first calling him "John" and then deciding upon "Joe." On the way home from my house (after saying goodbye to Jim), she was talking to herself in the backseat. "Oh, I miss Joe," she said in her own voice. "Me too," she replied in another voice. "I love Joe." "Me, too!"
  • When we got home, E. and I ordered pizza. I finished mine first and sat in the living room leafing through a magazine. E. was playing by herself. She held up her crust and pretended it was a person: "Hi, my name is Joe," she said gruffly. In her natural voice, she replied, "I love you, Joe!" "I love you, too," gruff voice replied. Then she took a huge bite and chewed hungrily. Hilarious.