Silly cousin Ann. But you did get me to blog tonight so I thank you for that ! My Jiminy Cricket conscience of blogging called tonight to catch up and reminded me I hadn't blogged in a while. I tried the excuse of being too busy but she called my bluff on that old excuse so here I am. Should I be unpacking those last 4 remaining boxes of "stuff" that sit in my little dining space? Probably. Would I rather be snuggled on the couch with a box of tissues watching another heart throbbing adventure of "OUTLANDER"? You bet your bottom !! Do I have to be packing my suitcase to get ready for my epic journey across the country for the next 52 days? ABSOLUTELY !!!!!!!! But I really would rather share with you the nonsense that is in my head. So here goes and more the pity that you are here reading this. . . .
Cousin Ann's phone call came tonight, as she put it, "Before things got CRAZY". This is actually a quote from someone in my family who has known me for over 67 years and she still has not realized that CRAZY is a constant state for me to be in. Crazy is where I dwell. It isn't some place that I visit occasionally when things get particularly out of control. Rather it is my comfort zone of reality where I find myself living 24/7. I came to this conclusion a long time ago when it seemed that everyone else around me seemed to be INSANE! Just one of those things when one day you look around you and decide that everyone is nuts! That the world has gone to Hell in a hand basket and everyone has totally and completely lost their minds. And then you realize that if your only option is that the entire world is crazy or perhaps maybe it's just you that's nuts you accept the fact that it must just be you.
so with that established things can not GET crazy when they already ARE crazy. That being said, It sure has been crazy around here ! Last week I had a friend from out of town visiting for the week. We ran around every day for 6 days going here and there visiting friends and taking a short cruise to Freeport in the Bahamas. Now I'm back and am packing for the marathon journey consisting of two weddings, visiting multiple friends and family, some babysitting and much sight seeing. And hopefully all this is to be done before things get crazy.
But if we really stop and think about that phrase I am afraid it is way too late for us all. I know my crazy ship has sailed long ago but just stop and take a long hard look around folks. It's 2016 . . . It's a presidential election year and all we have to look forward to is Hillary Clinton OR Donald Trump.
SORRY FOLKS THE CRAZY SHIP HAS LEFT THE PORT AND IS SINKING FAST !
Monday, July 25, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
TOP TEN GOOD THINGS ABOUT PACKING TO MOVE
# 10 BUBBLE WRAP
# 9 FINDING THINGS THAT YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IN YEARS/DECADES
# 8 PLAYING WITH OLD TOYS
# 7 EATING FOOD THAT YOU FIND
# 6 TRYING ON OLD CLOTHES THAT YOU FORGOT YOU HAD
# 5 LAUGHING AT OLD PHOTOGRAPHS
# 4 FINALLY THROWING OUT THAT UGLY DISH YOU GOT FOR YOUR WEDDING
# 3 REMEMBERING WHEN YOUR KIDS WERE THAT LITTLE
# 2 WISHING YOU HAD KEPT ALL THOSE STAR WARS FIGURES AND BARBIES IN THEIR ORIGINAL BOXES
AND THE NUMBER ONE TOP TEN GOOD THING ABOUT PACKING TO MOVE IS
KNOWING THAT I WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER
DO THIS AGAIN !!!!!
The next time I move it will be in a wooden box with 6 handsome gentlemen carrying me into a church for my funeral mass ! AMEN !
# 9 FINDING THINGS THAT YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IN YEARS/DECADES
# 8 PLAYING WITH OLD TOYS
# 7 EATING FOOD THAT YOU FIND
# 6 TRYING ON OLD CLOTHES THAT YOU FORGOT YOU HAD
# 5 LAUGHING AT OLD PHOTOGRAPHS
# 4 FINALLY THROWING OUT THAT UGLY DISH YOU GOT FOR YOUR WEDDING
# 3 REMEMBERING WHEN YOUR KIDS WERE THAT LITTLE
# 2 WISHING YOU HAD KEPT ALL THOSE STAR WARS FIGURES AND BARBIES IN THEIR ORIGINAL BOXES
AND THE NUMBER ONE TOP TEN GOOD THING ABOUT PACKING TO MOVE IS
KNOWING THAT I WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER
DO THIS AGAIN !!!!!
The next time I move it will be in a wooden box with 6 handsome gentlemen carrying me into a church for my funeral mass ! AMEN !
Monday, July 4, 2016
THE FAN WASN'T THE ONLY THING THE POOP HIT
Oh Lordy Lordy me ! I must say it was not a pretty sight. No sir ! Not pretty at all. If this had been a true poop flinging contest there would have been poop every where ! Walls, ceiling, floor . . . You name it . . . it would have been covered three feet deep. There was a volcanic eruption of the magnitude of Vesuvius at it very worst ! And that eruption all came from me because MY real estate agent and the buyers of my house pushed me just ONE tiny push too far. You know that old proverb about the straw that broke the camels back? Well, I had the push that broke my calm. Just one thing too many that my realtor came to me with that the buyer wanted. Just ONE MORE thing that MY REALTOR came to me with like I should roll over and play dead and give these people anything they asked for.
Pardon me but I thought that when you signed a contract with an agent you were "hiring", (in a sense), that person to be your representative for the sale of your house. This agent should now act in your stead and in your best interest to get the best deal for you. They should negotiate for you. They should act on your behalf and they should handle all the details. Isn't that why they get 6% of the sale price of the house?
NOT MY AGENT !!!! OH NO ! Miss Thang would email me or text me everything the BUYER wanted and then say something like, "They'll probably walk if they don't get this." so stupid me would give it to them. From day one when I decided to use this agent I have listened to the advice of persons around me who all meant well. I hold no fault to them for loving me and trying to help. We were all fooled by this realtor. She is the worst !!
And so last Thursday when I turned around in the kitchen of my house and there she stood, uninvited and most unwelcome, telling me I must sign another addendum to extend the closing date another 2 weeks I not only did not sign her paper but I erupted as only Papa Danny's child can when pushed too far. It started slow and built to a boiling, seething, raging, eloquent, detailed list of everything I disliked about this woman and all that she had done and not done during the time of our association. As she stood with her mouth open and not able to get a word in even if she wanted to I finished up what I had to say and told her to take her paper, which I would not sign and get the hell out of my house.
That evening my daughter called all upset because I could have cost the whole deal to fall through, to which I replied, "So what. I'm done being pushed around by this woman and the buyers. Everything will be fine. Stop worrying!"
Everything did work out. Hopefully closing is the end of this week. Hopefully I won't have to talk to my agent again and hopefully I have learned Mother still Knows Best and I should trust my gut and not listen to any one but myself.
Pardon me but I thought that when you signed a contract with an agent you were "hiring", (in a sense), that person to be your representative for the sale of your house. This agent should now act in your stead and in your best interest to get the best deal for you. They should negotiate for you. They should act on your behalf and they should handle all the details. Isn't that why they get 6% of the sale price of the house?
NOT MY AGENT !!!! OH NO ! Miss Thang would email me or text me everything the BUYER wanted and then say something like, "They'll probably walk if they don't get this." so stupid me would give it to them. From day one when I decided to use this agent I have listened to the advice of persons around me who all meant well. I hold no fault to them for loving me and trying to help. We were all fooled by this realtor. She is the worst !!
And so last Thursday when I turned around in the kitchen of my house and there she stood, uninvited and most unwelcome, telling me I must sign another addendum to extend the closing date another 2 weeks I not only did not sign her paper but I erupted as only Papa Danny's child can when pushed too far. It started slow and built to a boiling, seething, raging, eloquent, detailed list of everything I disliked about this woman and all that she had done and not done during the time of our association. As she stood with her mouth open and not able to get a word in even if she wanted to I finished up what I had to say and told her to take her paper, which I would not sign and get the hell out of my house.
That evening my daughter called all upset because I could have cost the whole deal to fall through, to which I replied, "So what. I'm done being pushed around by this woman and the buyers. Everything will be fine. Stop worrying!"
Everything did work out. Hopefully closing is the end of this week. Hopefully I won't have to talk to my agent again and hopefully I have learned Mother still Knows Best and I should trust my gut and not listen to any one but myself.
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