Obviously, its been ages since I have been on this thing...
...Anywho, hmmm, where shall I start, today, my lovelies? I have, first and foremost, been without the Internet at the homestead for some time now. The parentals were going back and forth as to whether or not to continue our phone service as they seem to be heavily misguided by the realtor that the house will sell in two months. First of all, the market is a buyers market now, meaning, as sellers, they must play to the tune of the fiddle in which the folks looking to buy are orchestrating. I love how, and this is how it has been for most of my life, my parents seem to live behind this veil of disillusionment where all they can see are shiny, glimmering things, and are convinced that these things are obtainable, without any sweat. Also, they seem to decide on obtaining these things at the tip of a hat, drop of a dime, completely un thought out processes and hazardously spontaneous movements, usually in the financial realm. In short, they drive me nuts, and its even worse when they decide to bark at ME about MY finances. Also, mom is still looking to give schmoog away, which has in turn cause much turmoil amongst the two of us, she and I. Funny story, though:
First time the realtor comes to scope out our house (after many sleepless nights of de-junking, de-cluttering and de-familiy-a-fying the place) and Gus (schmoog) immediately decides he doesnt like the dude. And, I felt kinda bad, cause towards us humans; he was kinda swell (even good-looking for a middle aged man- I DO have a thing for red heads ;oD). Anyway, so schmoogie bites the guy on his back ankle. I mean, muzzle came off, and BOOM! Gustos teeth went right into this guy. It was Schmoog-os protest, like, Hey man, you cant just walk in here and take my shack and my people away! Fuck you! So, Gus got his last word, I suppose.
But, there IS kinda a rainbow at the end of my trailotears. Seems that the one guy interested in taking Gus owned a Weimaraner, until her death about a year ago at age ten. I feel at ease about this situation because this dude will understand the movements and insanity of a weimaraner, and wont want to give him to the pound the first time he jumps up to greet him at the door. I just really am not convinced that the majority of people that own these dogs realize their energy level, and then want to return to sender/manufacturer/breeder upon the first sign of crazy. Also, this guy is really cool about the situation because he agreed that is perhaps schmoog and he werent a good fit, hed hold on to him until the parents got to North Carolina (or I moved into a place that could take such a large beast-hes 110lbs!) and one of us could have him back. So, there is hope here. Everyone pretty much knew I wouldnt just give my little guy up to any old Joe Blow, or without a fight, even.
Other news, outside of home, is that I am looking for a new home. There is actually an awesome opportunity opening up near my grandmother, near DC actually. I look forward to this one the most in that she is getting up there 81 this year- and I have spent more time with her in the last 6 months than some of her daughters have in the last few years. This means I will be closer, if God forbid, she falls down her rickety basement stairs, or anything else of that nature. Plus, I love Granny. She has always been good to me. I love to hear her talk. I love to hear her stories of times past, namely that of the WWII era. She really is a great gal and I am very thankful to have olGran in my life. She is, in fact my last living grandparent. Why you all need, or want to know this, is beyond me, but sometimes I just feel like she is so awesome that I just want to shout it out to the world! She makes me laugh too. Shes losing her hearing, so some of her interpretations of the conversations we have are a riot!
So, other than all of that boring mumbo jumbo (thought I hope you guys didnt miss the Gus-biting-the-realtor story) not much has been going on. Oh! Wait! Actually, I highlighted my hair BY MYSELF for the first time ever, and it turned out just swell! As soon as my Lithium Batteries finish charging (and my net is back up at the house this Friday) Ill take and post some pictures!
Ill have a more lively, humorous post for you all this weekend, its just that I am at work, and even though and art store, my creativity seems to be scoured, scorched and dumped until I leave at the end of the day. P.S. I am looking for a job. Yes a job. So, I leave you with this, If you owned your own company, would you hire me?
Hugsnthugs!
P.S. IF I had a credit card, I would buy my Chuck-Monkey an SG account. He derserves one- BEST boyfreind ever!
...Anywho, hmmm, where shall I start, today, my lovelies? I have, first and foremost, been without the Internet at the homestead for some time now. The parentals were going back and forth as to whether or not to continue our phone service as they seem to be heavily misguided by the realtor that the house will sell in two months. First of all, the market is a buyers market now, meaning, as sellers, they must play to the tune of the fiddle in which the folks looking to buy are orchestrating. I love how, and this is how it has been for most of my life, my parents seem to live behind this veil of disillusionment where all they can see are shiny, glimmering things, and are convinced that these things are obtainable, without any sweat. Also, they seem to decide on obtaining these things at the tip of a hat, drop of a dime, completely un thought out processes and hazardously spontaneous movements, usually in the financial realm. In short, they drive me nuts, and its even worse when they decide to bark at ME about MY finances. Also, mom is still looking to give schmoog away, which has in turn cause much turmoil amongst the two of us, she and I. Funny story, though:
First time the realtor comes to scope out our house (after many sleepless nights of de-junking, de-cluttering and de-familiy-a-fying the place) and Gus (schmoog) immediately decides he doesnt like the dude. And, I felt kinda bad, cause towards us humans; he was kinda swell (even good-looking for a middle aged man- I DO have a thing for red heads ;oD). Anyway, so schmoogie bites the guy on his back ankle. I mean, muzzle came off, and BOOM! Gustos teeth went right into this guy. It was Schmoog-os protest, like, Hey man, you cant just walk in here and take my shack and my people away! Fuck you! So, Gus got his last word, I suppose.
But, there IS kinda a rainbow at the end of my trailotears. Seems that the one guy interested in taking Gus owned a Weimaraner, until her death about a year ago at age ten. I feel at ease about this situation because this dude will understand the movements and insanity of a weimaraner, and wont want to give him to the pound the first time he jumps up to greet him at the door. I just really am not convinced that the majority of people that own these dogs realize their energy level, and then want to return to sender/manufacturer/breeder upon the first sign of crazy. Also, this guy is really cool about the situation because he agreed that is perhaps schmoog and he werent a good fit, hed hold on to him until the parents got to North Carolina (or I moved into a place that could take such a large beast-hes 110lbs!) and one of us could have him back. So, there is hope here. Everyone pretty much knew I wouldnt just give my little guy up to any old Joe Blow, or without a fight, even.
Other news, outside of home, is that I am looking for a new home. There is actually an awesome opportunity opening up near my grandmother, near DC actually. I look forward to this one the most in that she is getting up there 81 this year- and I have spent more time with her in the last 6 months than some of her daughters have in the last few years. This means I will be closer, if God forbid, she falls down her rickety basement stairs, or anything else of that nature. Plus, I love Granny. She has always been good to me. I love to hear her talk. I love to hear her stories of times past, namely that of the WWII era. She really is a great gal and I am very thankful to have olGran in my life. She is, in fact my last living grandparent. Why you all need, or want to know this, is beyond me, but sometimes I just feel like she is so awesome that I just want to shout it out to the world! She makes me laugh too. Shes losing her hearing, so some of her interpretations of the conversations we have are a riot!
So, other than all of that boring mumbo jumbo (thought I hope you guys didnt miss the Gus-biting-the-realtor story) not much has been going on. Oh! Wait! Actually, I highlighted my hair BY MYSELF for the first time ever, and it turned out just swell! As soon as my Lithium Batteries finish charging (and my net is back up at the house this Friday) Ill take and post some pictures!
Ill have a more lively, humorous post for you all this weekend, its just that I am at work, and even though and art store, my creativity seems to be scoured, scorched and dumped until I leave at the end of the day. P.S. I am looking for a job. Yes a job. So, I leave you with this, If you owned your own company, would you hire me?
Hugsnthugs!
P.S. IF I had a credit card, I would buy my Chuck-Monkey an SG account. He derserves one- BEST boyfreind ever!
And YAY Gus getting a place to live!
Hope you and the boy are well. If he doesn't behave himself, I'm comin' down to MD to GIRLSLAP him in the face.
-TM