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Pain in the freakin' ass.....I am between a rock and a really expensive prescription refill....

Grrr...It finally gets cold enough for me to turn on my heater for the first time in my new house. Everything went fine at first, turned on the heater went to go sit at the computer, started to smell something like smoke. I didn't think much of it, it was the first time the heater had ever been on and I figured it would be a bit musty and have some dust in it.

Then it started. Loud, shrieking, skull-splitting BEEP-BEEP!!BEEP-BEEP!! as the 20 something smoke alarms started going off all through the house!The birds are shrieking along, all the cats scatter and go running for various hiding places. I run into my living room to see hazy smoke filling up my house

I run and turn off the heater and try to open the attic door which is located in my ceiling. Now my fiancee is 6'10" and as he is in charge of all things home repair and attic he had tied the little pull handle really short so that it wouldn't bonk him in the face every time he walked by. I am only 5'6", end result is that I can't reach it at all.

So there I am jumping and pawing at this little bit of braided cord that is just out of my reach like some little kitty after a toy while my new house is filling with smoke and maybe about to burn to the ground. I finally get an epiphany and drag over the coffee table and grab the cord and yank it down. I fly up the rickety little stairs and begin a detailed search of my attic...phew...no fire. I climb back down into my living room and see that smoke is no longer filling the room but is still lingering.

The immediate heart attack is over, but the smoke alarms won't turn off. I go around the house and open every window, I get a magazine and start fanning the various smoke detectors, nothing works. Finally about 10 minutes after all the smoke has been siphoned out of the house they stop. Total skull splitting time-30 minutes.

Now I'm deaf, my cats are all freaked out, the birds are squawking loudly and gleefully and it is now even colder in here than it was before I turned on the heater...

Plus I now have to call the AC/heater people to come and check out my system which means my one day off tomorrow is going to be chewed up by waiting for them to show!

AAAGGGHHH!!!

well at least all that activity kept you and birds and cats etc warm

hope things ok now

ok.. the fear of a fire really isnt funny...


but the image of a short person jumping up and down for something they cant reach is..

A friend behaving erratically (and she's not Hungarian, so she doesnt have that excuse either). She'll SMS me to meet up and be extremely happy and close when we do, but then not answer messages - or vice versa. This time she emailed back, when I sent a mail around about a movie last week, that she wanted to go with me tonight; but when I sent her an SMS yesterday morning asking if she was still up for it, there was no answer till after midnight, only to say she'd already promised to go to somebody's concert. Got a playful email from her earlier this week, but when I now asked her to join us instead on Monday, she was well, perhaps.. all mixed.

I dont like erratic, it makes me feel insecure. Which in turn makes me a tad resentful, I know the routine by now.

Oh, and the new Fidesz posters. Election season is coming up, it seems. And while the Socialists have started a suave campaign focusing on care, tenderness and valor, which, although in marked contrast with the partty's no-nonsense governing the past four years, is oddly affecting, the conservative Fidez has come up with what must be the blandest, meaningless posters of all.

The concept was clever enough: first, stickers with different slogans started appearing across town, without any indication of who or what they were by, kinda to evoke curiosity. Also, as the latest in a long line of European parties/movements to adopt the orange theme post-Ukraine, it dropped the blue in its orange-blue colour scheme and now features only hip, orange circles. The problem is with the slogans itself. They are, respectively: "There are mistakes that need to not be made again", "There are good things that need to be continued" and "There are bad things that need to be changed". No fuccing kidding, dude.

Wishy-washy friends. Who needs 'em.

Yesterday, working on a project that needed to be FedEx'd out today, I smugly showed my husband how beautifully everything was printing on the coated paper I'd swiped over 4 years ago from my last 9 - 5. Trying to finish things up this morning, suddenly, the print quality has diminished and it dawns on me that it's probably because the paper is old?-so much for smug?- so off I go in a mad dash across town to the art store to buy more paper and now I'm about an hour behind in my day. The fact that I can't buy this paper ANYWHERE on my side of town just makes me do a slow boil anyway.

grrrrr...

After going through alot of nagging little errors?-grrr...?- finally everything is printed, mounted and flapped and I'm ready to go to the FedEx. In the meantime, hubby has requested my debit card to get cash out of my account and he's off to our oldest son's place to help him with some things.

Just as I'm pulling out of the driveway, my Godson calls to give me directions to the church where he's performing in a play this evening. I'd been waiting to hear back from him since Tuesday so he's quite tardy with this call but there's still time to run my errands and make it back, get dressed and go to the play.

I realized at the FedEx that I didn't have my debit card?-grrrr...?- so I paid for the shipping with a credit card. Leaving there, I got on the expressway heading south instead of north and it took me close to half an hour to right that boo-boo. grrrrr....

At Barnes & Noble, I selected a book for a friends' birthday gift and paid for it with the little cash I had on me. Now I've got about eighty cents. Leaving there, I run to Circuit City to buy a digital camera for my sisters' birthday gift and use my credit card to pay for that too. That wasn't my intent but, hubby has my debit card.

Not until I pull up in the driveway and saw that hubby had not returned did it dawn on me that I had absolutely no cash to pay for the ticket to the play this evening. The cash I did have was used, unneccesarily, at Barnes & Noble. So now I won't see my Godson's stage debut and...

grrrrrrrrr...

Check?

Does your credit card have an ATM function? (Mine does, but I always forget the pin...)

Oh and definitely on wishy-washy friends.

I almost started a new thread, "What made you smile, grit your teeth and grimace, frown, sigh, and stare all at once today?" My answer would be "my kid's birthday party." Overall it went well, and she had a blast so that's the most important part, but it was way too much work and things took a while to gel and the littlest kid there was quite a handfull! It was a drop-off party so I had to handle her and she wasn't handling very well.

Didn't want to add any more to this mess but yeah, by the time I thought that maybe I could write a check it was too late. The curtain went up at 6pm.

Awww...

Sorry, eoe.

I'm cooking a lovely pork loin.
Onions, carrots, celery in a roasting pan - the loin on top.
Basting with carrot and apple juice every ten minutes.

The last time I was sliding <uh oh> the pan back onto the rack to slide <uh oh> the whole thing back into the oven - I slid the pan and roast off the back of the rack - the veggies and pork loin are fine - but all of those beautiful juices that have been created in the last 30 - 40 minutes

I am going to have a coconut bun and try to recover.

<ugh, ebeth>

still sounds delicious, can I come to dinner?

Mr B is in Iowa picking up his grandparents to bring them back here for Thanksgiving, K is at a youth con with her church group, M is at a friend's bar mitzvah, I haven't eaten dinner yet, and ehbeth ruined the pork loin.

Saw a friend's name in the "Divorces Asked" column of the newspaper this morning.

Called her. Now I'm really grimacing. What a mess.

Is that an advice column?

I just used butt floss instead of regular floss.

Unfortunately, no. It's in Vital Statistics....births, deaths, etc.
A matter of legal record.

Oh yeah. You actually read those?

Walking to the bus stop and realising that I have forgotten my book. Walking back home to get it, and then missing the bus.

looong day and night ahead. big presentation tomorrow. then pack and leave super early the morning after to catch a flight. will be positively exhausted.