tuesday's here!

[PetraPerson101 0]

"new dvd releases come out today" ...

I'm ashamed of that sub-title.

Today's Tuesday, November 6 2007. It's election day.

( AHEM? *points at Washington* )

We have no one to blame but ourselves. Go do your job!

*marches down to the polling station.*

[Ban Hammer 13,283]

"new dvd releases come out today" ...

I'm ashamed of that sub-title.

Today's Tuesday, November 6 2007. It's election day.

( AHEM? *points at Washington* )

We have no one to blame but ourselves. Go do your job!

*marches down to the polling station.*

oh i plan on stopping there, but for me every tuesday is dvd release day

[doodlebug 3]

I just saw "Gone baby, gone" and I thought it was really good. I also liked "The Darjeeling Limited" a lot too. Next up is "Lars and the real girl".

Happy Tuesday!

I see you found your bananas. what happened to the one with the multi colored fro?

That was mine.

[sarah and hicham 3]

I just saw "Gone baby, gone" and I thought it was really good. I also liked "The Darjeeling Limited" a lot too. Next up is "Lars and the real girl".

Happy Tuesday!

I see you found your bananas. what happened to the one with the multi colored fro?

That was mine.

Voila!

[~Jackie~ 30]

How's everyones evening? I am at my desk, chillin. Should be doing paperwork, but tommorrow is another day. Why do today what you can put off til tommorrow? I don't want to cheat out Wednesday and have nothing to do.

Ya know that huge azz building I have been posting pics of?.....well, today the builder sent over selections for the flooring. This means I have to go in that 3-story building and measure it this week. Of course there is no heat in it. I peeked in it last week, it is HUGE inside.

Jackie

[Jasman0717 9]

Tuesday is over.....tomorrow....hump day

[~Jackie~ 30]

Just a few hours til it's time to post them cute camel pics. (i think we are all done with Tuesday....)

LaL,,,,,please try to find your special pic that always makes me smile!

J

[yassmine2878 1]

Morning!

I figured it was time to take dwn my halloween avatar....but I cant find anything I like that much. Thats all I'm doing for now, just avatar searching.

You can use mine . Ive got some others Ive been meaning to test drive.

I didnt finish my Monday yesterday, so it continued into today. When I got home from work last night there was an eviction notice in the door. Eviction! OMG! Holy #######! It says we didnt pay our rent for November! Yes we did! I swear on a stack of Bibles! Panic! Freak out! OMG! I try to be calm, but I cant do that, Im one big bundle of hormones and my fuse is lit. They must have lost the money order, I think. #######! How can they lose it? I put it in the lock box on the 1st. Panic, panic, panic. I call hubster and ask him to get a tracer form for the place where he bought the money order. He doesnt understand what it is. The guy who owns the store where it was sold doesnt know what it is either. Hubster wants to know why I need it. I explain. He freaks. He hollers. I cry. He freaks out because I cry. I cry some more because he's freaking out. I freak and cry so much I make myself ill and have to leave him hanging on the phone while I run to the toilet. I get back to the phone, he's already hung up. He calls 10 minutes later and asks why I hung up on him. Knowing he thinks I hung up on him makes me all weepy again and here we go all over again. After another 15 or so eternal minutes of my explaining through hiccups and sobs that Im having a really bad day. He's sympathetic, even though its very clear he still has no clue why Im blowing a gasket. He tells me to calm down and rest, and we'll sort it all out in the morning. Everyone's closed, there's nothing we can do in the evening, it's not like they're going to boot us out of bed at midnight. This makes perfect sense, but it doesnt mean Im going to stop having a full-on panic attack. He calls me every hour or two to check on me until I go to bed, which is such a sweet gesture in my mind that, of course, it makes me cry. And he still doesnt understand what on earth is so wrong.

I have nightmares about getting kicked out of the house, locks changed, cant get my stuff, unjustly evicted, paycheck lost, cant pay for so much as a pack of gum, dont have a change of clothes, tossed out on the street, living out of garbage cans, etc. Everything's all wrong. Cant sleep so I pop out of bed at 6:45 and get ready for work, even though I dont have to be there until 8:30 and its barely a ten minute walk. I radiate irrational hormonal vibrations at everyone in a 10-meter radius until the landlord's office opens at 8:30. I descend on them in a panic, stiffling more ridiculous tears, absolutely certain they're not going to believe me and Im about to lose my little crackerbox of a home. Horsefeathers. I show them the MO rcpt and they have my payment right there in front of them. Lovingly applied to apartment 813 instead of 513. *Sigh* talk about making a mountain out of a molehill.

[Dr. A ♥ O 203]

Morning!

I figured it was time to take dwn my halloween avatar....but I cant find anything I like that much. Thats all I'm doing for now, just avatar searching.

You can use mine . Ive got some others Ive been meaning to test drive.

I didnt finish my Monday yesterday, so it continued into today. When I got home from work last night there was an eviction notice in the door. Eviction! OMG! Holy #######! It says we didnt pay our rent for November! Yes we did! I swear on a stack of Bibles! Panic! Freak out! OMG! I try to be calm, but I cant do that, Im one big bundle of hormones and my fuse is lit. They must have lost the money order, I think. #######! How can they lose it? I put it in the lock box on the 1st. Panic, panic, panic. I call hubster and ask him to get a tracer form for the place where he bought the money order. He doesnt understand what it is. The guy who owns the store where it was sold doesnt know what it is either. Hubster wants to know why I need it. I explain. He freaks. He hollers. I cry. He freaks out because I cry. I cry some more because he's freaking out. I freak and cry so much I make myself ill and have to leave him hanging on the phone while I run to the toilet. I get back to the phone, he's already hung up. He calls 10 minutes later and asks why I hung up on him. Knowing he thinks I hung up on him makes me all weepy again and here we go all over again. After another 15 or so eternal minutes of my explaining through hiccups and sobs that Im having a really bad day. He's sympathetic, even though its very clear he still has no clue why Im blowing a gasket. He tells me to calm down and rest, and we'll sort it all out in the morning. Everyone's closed, there's nothing we can do in the evening, it's not like they're going to boot us out of bed at midnight. This makes perfect sense, but it doesnt mean Im going to stop having a full-on panic attack. He calls me every hour or two to check on me until I go to bed, which is such a sweet gesture in my mind that, of course, it makes me cry. And he still doesnt understand what on earth is so wrong.

I have nightmares about getting kicked out of the house, locks changed, cant get my stuff, unjustly evicted, paycheck lost, cant pay for so much as a pack of gum, dont have a change of clothes, tossed out on the street, living out of garbage cans, etc. Everything's all wrong. Cant sleep so I pop out of bed at 6:45 and get ready for work, even though I dont have to be there until 8:30 and its barely a ten minute walk. I radiate irrational hormonal vibrations at everyone in a 10-meter radius until the landlord's office opens at 8:30. I descend on them in a panic, stiffling more ridiculous tears, absolutely certain they're not going to believe me and Im about to lose my little crackerbox of a home. Horsefeathers. I show them the MO rcpt and they have my payment right there in front of them. Lovingly applied to apartment 813 instead of 513. *Sigh* talk about making a mountain out of a molehill.

Holy #######!

[deadbird 2]

I show them the MO rcpt and they have my payment right there in front of them. Lovingly applied to apartment 813 instead of 513.

.........and that's the point where I would have blown a gasket! Don't they check everything twice before sending out eviction notices?!?!??!?!?!! I would totally be reaming them a new one over that.

-hugs-

[Ban Hammer 13,283]

Morning!

I figured it was time to take dwn my halloween avatar....but I cant find anything I like that much. Thats all I'm doing for now, just avatar searching.

You can use mine . Ive got some others Ive been meaning to test drive.

I didnt finish my Monday yesterday, so it continued into today. When I got home from work last night there was an eviction notice in the door. Eviction! OMG! Holy #######! It says we didnt pay our rent for November! Yes we did! I swear on a stack of Bibles! Panic! Freak out! OMG! I try to be calm, but I cant do that, Im one big bundle of hormones and my fuse is lit. They must have lost the money order, I think. #######! How can they lose it? I put it in the lock box on the 1st. Panic, panic, panic. I call hubster and ask him to get a tracer form for the place where he bought the money order. He doesnt understand what it is. The guy who owns the store where it was sold doesnt know what it is either. Hubster wants to know why I need it. I explain. He freaks. He hollers. I cry. He freaks out because I cry. I cry some more because he's freaking out. I freak and cry so much I make myself ill and have to leave him hanging on the phone while I run to the toilet. I get back to the phone, he's already hung up. He calls 10 minutes later and asks why I hung up on him. Knowing he thinks I hung up on him makes me all weepy again and here we go all over again. After another 15 or so eternal minutes of my explaining through hiccups and sobs that Im having a really bad day. He's sympathetic, even though its very clear he still has no clue why Im blowing a gasket. He tells me to calm down and rest, and we'll sort it all out in the morning. Everyone's closed, there's nothing we can do in the evening, it's not like they're going to boot us out of bed at midnight. This makes perfect sense, but it doesnt mean Im going to stop having a full-on panic attack. He calls me every hour or two to check on me until I go to bed, which is such a sweet gesture in my mind that, of course, it makes me cry. And he still doesnt understand what on earth is so wrong.

I have nightmares about getting kicked out of the house, locks changed, cant get my stuff, unjustly evicted, paycheck lost, cant pay for so much as a pack of gum, dont have a change of clothes, tossed out on the street, living out of garbage cans, etc. Everything's all wrong. Cant sleep so I pop out of bed at 6:45 and get ready for work, even though I dont have to be there until 8:30 and its barely a ten minute walk. I radiate irrational hormonal vibrations at everyone in a 10-meter radius until the landlord's office opens at 8:30. I descend on them in a panic, stiffling more ridiculous tears, absolutely certain they're not going to believe me and Im about to lose my little crackerbox of a home. Horsefeathers. I show them the MO rcpt and they have my payment right there in front of them. Lovingly applied to apartment 813 instead of 513. *Sigh* talk about making a mountain out of a molehill.

forget other tv shows, i think your life should be a reality show

[yassmine2878 1]

I show them the MO rcpt and they have my payment right there in front of them. Lovingly applied to apartment 813 instead of 513.

.........and that's the point where I would have blown a gasket! Don't they check everything twice before sending out eviction notices?!?!??!?!?!! I would totally be reaming them a new one over that.

-hugs-

Well to make it even more fun, I included a note (as always) with the MO denoting the date, who the money came from, where to apply, etc. I stuffed it all in an envelope with the date and the apartment number written boldly on the outside. I think its because they've got some new chick doing the bookkeeping. Everyone's got to learn, but do they have to learn when Im full of freak-out hormones?

forget other tv shows, i think your life should be a reality show

Isnt it though? Between my ever-surprising siblings, my lost husband, and my landlord I am prime-time television.

[doodlebug 3]

Hold up...........................today is November 6, right? Your landlord actually gives EVICTION notices for being five days late with the rent???? That's one hardass landlord!!!!

[LaL 418]

Just a few hours til it's time to post them cute camel pics. (i think we are all done with Tuesday....)

LaL,,,,,please try to find your special pic that always makes me smile!

J

was it this one?

[yassmine2878 1]

Hold up...........................today is November 6, right? Your landlord actually gives EVICTION notices for being five days late with the rent???? That's one hardass landlord!!!!

Go figure. I think the management has changed somewhat since I first moved in.