Comcast Cable - What a Joke

Dear Comcast Cable:

You were supposed to show up and install internet and cable at our new home yesterday.  You didn’t show.  We called twice to check.  Never were we told that someone attempted to show but no one was home which is in fact untrue as three people (THAT’s 3 in case you can’t read) were home ALL DAY!!!!!!  (We had a water leak and had to wait for a service man.  We had no choice but to be home).  When no one showed we called and were assured that we were still on the list and scheduled for installation.  In fact, the second customer service rep I spoke with not only apologized, he said he’d give me a $20 credit on the account (No, I won’t hold my breath).

Now today.  Today we call and we were informed that we weren’t home?  I think not.  Not only did you lie, you told me that we’d just have to reschedule and the next available day is July 9th!  July 9th!   What a joke!  What kind of crack are you smokin?  But then, the joke is obviously on us.

Why?  Well because my husband’s source of income relies 98% on having reliable, high-speed interent.  You may have heard of him.  He is JK at JKontherun.  Yes, it’s a technical blog.  He also contract for “big oil company”.  We need our money honey.  BTW, Yes, he will slam you on his technical blog.  I will slam you on this little old mommy blog.  One more thing, he is a contributing columnist for the Houston Chronicle.  You’re lucky, he won’t slam you on the Chronicle because he said all that would do is make him more angry.  Me on the the other hand?  I don’t care about angry.  I hate you.  I really do.  If I could talk Mr. JK into using another service, I would.  I would switch in a NY second! 

I have no further words to waste on what is absolutely a losing battle.  I concede.  If I were a guy, you’d have me by the balls.  Heck, if it helps you feel better to have me admit defeat then I shall.  I’ll say it again….you win!  Now can you come out and install?  Really, momma needs to eat and that won’t happen if daddy can’t earn some money.  What does daddy need to earn that money?  INTERNET SERVICE!!!!!!!!!!!

That is all. 

 

The Good, The Bad, The Funny, and Comcast Cable

The Good:  We are in the new house.  We are unpacking.  I found the toaster, the knives, a frying pan and a cookie sheet.  No plates or silverware, but we’re getting there.  Only 8 more boxes of kitchen stuff left to unpack.  Oh, 8 boxes of kitchen stuff…..the a gajillion boxes of other stuff.

The Bad:  I can’t find my alarm clock…..or my tan sandals.  The sandals - no problem, I can always buy more.  The alarm clock…..ugh!  I do stupid things to get my butt out of bed.  Things like setting the clock 30 minutes ahead, hitting the snooze, and, my clock had a double alarm.  It worked.  How am I waking up now you ask?  Well, it goes something like this:

Me:  “Honey, did you set the alarm?”

Hubs:  “Yes”

Me:  “For What Time?”

Hubs: “The Usual”

Me:  “Are you Sure?”

Hubs:  “YES!!!”

The next morning……………………….

Alarm goes off on hubs side of the bed.

Hubs:  “Wake up.”  Snore, snore, snore, snore.

Me:  “OK, remind me in 10 minutes to get out of bed.”

Hubs:  “Snore, snore, snore”

Me:  “Snore, snore, snore”

Does anyone see the problem?  Yup, me too!

The Funny:  SuZan is home decorator extraordinaire.  Really.  She’s got an eye.  Me?  I’m home put stuff anywhere it lands. Not so good.  The funny part?  The master bedroom ROCKS!  Seriously.  It’s got a sitting room with a fireplace.  I’m considering buying a dorm fridge (you know, the one with the microwave on top).  I could go days……..days I tell ya without ever having to come out and face reality.  Anyway, my 15 year old G told SuZan and I “Mom, don’t do anything in your bedroom.  Let Miss SuZan do it.  That way it will look good!” 

LOL!  Those were my thoughts exactly!  So, Miss SuZan, whenever you’re ready!

Comcast Cable:  Fuckers.  They were supposed to be there yesterday between 8 am and 11 am.  When hubs called at 2:00 he was told we were still on the schedule and someone would be out.  When I called at 5:30, they apologized, gave me a $20 credit, said they’d expedite our order, and someone would be calling me in 30 minutes with an ETA.  Um, I’m still waiting!!!!!!!!!!!  When hubs called last night at midnight cause according to their website they have 24 hour customer service, he got a recording saying they were closed and their hours are 8-5 or some such bull shit. 

Is it just me or is this bad service?  Because really, I don’t care that they overbooked.  That’s not my problem.

 

Zeus’ First Play Date

It was an exciting weekend, well for Sheri, not so much for myself.  Saturday Zeus had his very first play-date.  Sheri’s Oreo came to visit while the mass move was taking place. It was quite interesting watching another pet thrown into the mix.

I guess they are now BFF’s

Zeus was quite interested upon Oreo’s arrival. Poor Oreo didn’t know what was going on except that there was this feline that kept hissing at him and stayed fuzzed practically the entire day. Zeus and Oreo soon discovered that they had a lot in common:

So they spent most of the time sniffing each others butts and various other parts. We did discover through all the preliminary growling, hissing, meowing etc., that Zeus is a wussy. Big G even admitted that Mercedes has more balls than Zeus (cannot believe he admitted that).

They romped and played and slept on the humans and a good time was had by all! Except for one:

Two Dogs? Are you kidding me??!!??
 

Stuff Portrait Friday…Our future!

Woo Hoo  TGIF!  Of course that means that it is time for Stuff Portrait Friday, brought to you by the lovely Kristine.  Today Mrs. Random & Odd is telling us that “Children are our Future” – so show her that quote in a picture.

Since I only have one of those curtain climbers this was easy…So here we go…….

As parents we start out full of hope for our children, and try to surround them with positive influences…

I have always loved the look of innocence and wonder in all children’s eyes. My own was no different.

You try to teach them to make good choices, to encourage them to explore and learn; and what do they do the moment they turn 18?

Jump out of a perfectly good air plane!

All in all, this kid has been a good one. I’m rather enjoying watching him grow up, and make plans. As his mom, I hope he is able to realize his hopes, dreams and wishes.

At times I want to thump him on his head, but most of the time I am honored to look at him and say I’m so glad you are our future!  (now if he could just get through college algebra).

 

so tell us…did you play?
 

Two Chicks and A Truck (Sometimes Three)

Now THAT title should spark some interest!

I’m moving.  What?  You didn’t know Oh, I’m SO moving.  I have two more days of sleeping is this hell hole.  Then I’m out.  Can.Not.Wait. 

What?  Oh, the title.  Yeah.  See, SuZan got hooked offered to help.  Man, I’m going to have to take her out for some Mexican (or steak) when this is all over.  Really.  She kicks ASS!  SuZan, my daughter and I have emptied a storage room, cleared an attic, and filled a storage room all in the matter of 3 days.  No kidding.  But after tonight, SuZan may not be so willing to help. 

See, we almost had to sleep in the storage unit tonight.  Why?  Well, we emptied the attic and filled up Big G’s truck (thank you Big G)  with Christmas decorations to take to storage.  Yes, my Christmas decorations fill up an entire storage unit sans two bikes, a breakfast table, buffet and hutch.  We’re so proud of what we accomplished tonight and figured we deserved a coffee break.  After our break we head to storage.  As we pull iin to the storage center we see a sign saying “Gate locks at 9:00″.  The problem?  It was 8:56.  I look at her, she looks at me.  I jump out of the truck and enter the code.  We zip around the corner to my unit.  I jump out, unlock the door, turn on the lights, then……….WE KICKED ASS AGAIN!  the entire truck unloaded, two doors relocked, in the truck and entering the code to exit the gate….in SIX minutes!  I’m not shitting you!  Six freakin minutes!  We SO rock!

Tickle Tuesday

It’s not Monday; and it’s not Humpday, so it must be Tickle Tuesday.  Tickle Tuesday is our attempt to lighten your load and make your day a little brighter. 

Four days and counting until the big move.  I’m some what ahead of the game, but I’m getting to that “I’m never going to get at this crap packed” feeling.  I had to make a list.  Shut it.  It worked.  Remember my ADD symptoms?  The list makes me accountable.  You should have seen Sunday’s schedule.  I’m pretty hard on myself.  I had it scheduled to the minute.  Couldn’t sit down or I’d be behind for the rest of the day (SuZan would be proud).  Anyway, because I’m sure you don’t want to hear a bunch of pissing and moaning, I’ll give you something fun!  Enjoy!

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Adult Humor

(How’d they get my picture) 

(Honey - don’t get any ideas!)

(I could so see this happening in a frat house)

(This explains A LOT)

And finally………………….

 

 

 

R.I.P.

George Denis Patrick Carlin

1937 - 2008

Comedian George Carlin died of heart failure at a Los Angeles-area hospital on Sunday. He was one of my favorite comedians.  His routines on ‘pets’ and ’seven dirty words’ were my favorites.  He will be missed.

Love Letters

Last night was the night.  I had to prepare for this task mentally and physically.  It was time; I was ready.  I got down on my knees…………………………..Oh, don’t get excited!  I got down on my knees to fish all the stuff out from under the bed!  Gah!

When we moved two years ago, we downsized by roughly 1800 sq. feet.  With this move we’ll get about 1,000 sq. ft. back!  Hallelujah!  I think that 1800 sq. ft. we lost was all storage!  We got nuttin I tell ya.  Therefore, whatever didn’t have “a spot” took up residence under the bed.  A few dog bones and a dog toy made it under there as well.  Wee dog was quite happy last night at the discovery of her long lost toy.

One of the boxes I pulled out was an old hat box.  I opened the lid and found a few special pictures and items the kids had made during their elementary days.  I put the lid on and went about my business.  Daughter came in and started being nosey, er, helping.  She was going through the box.  Down on the bottom she found a bunch of love letters my husband wrote to me.  Most were before we were married, a few after.  I grabbed them cause lord only knows what was written.  I didn’t want to permanently damage my daughter for life after reading what a hot sex kitten I used to be.  Yes, apparently back in the day my husband thought that to be the case. 

Before bed I retrieved these lost treasures and started reading.  My husband really, truly loved me.  According to him, he still does.  I’m glad I found those letters. 

Those letters made me realize how much time I spend blaming him for not being the same or acting the same as he did when we were first married instead of looking at myself and how I have changed.  It goes back to the old adage - every action causes a reaction.  I don’t act the same as I used to; I don’t treat him the same; therefor I don’t get the same reaction that I used to.  That made me sad to realize this because I love this man beyond comprehension.  I realize that I need to let that love guide me through the good times and the bad and not react in defensive mode to every little thing that comes my way.

Honey, I want to tell you publicly how much I love you, how very special you are, what a great man you are, and what a great husband you are.  I love you completely.  You make me a better person. 

Love you,

Your Princess

 

I’m, um, packing!?!

Really, I am.  I know it LOOKS as if I’m blogging, but really, I’m not.  Well, maybe I am.  I think I have moving ADD.  I sat down at my desk to empty the drawers.  I saw my ipod and realized it needed to be charged.  I turned on my computer to charge the ipod and figured I’d check my email.  After checking email I figured I check a few blogs.  Um, that was 30 minutes ago.  Ugh.  And the movers come 6/29? 

Better get busy!

Does anyone else have house work ADD?  You know, you go to empty the trash but see a pile of mail.  You go to look through the mail and notice the trash can needs to be emptied.  On the way to empty the trash can you see the flowers need to be watered……etc, etc.  Anyone?

Tickle Tuesday!

It’s not Monday; and it’s not Humpday; so it must be “Tickle Tuesday”.  Tickle Tuesday is our attempt to lighten your load and make your week a little brighter! 

Enjoy!

According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of twelve year -old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine. but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.

Every night the maintenance man would remove them, and the next day the girls would put them back. Finally the principal decieded that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the restroom and met them there with the maintenance man . She explained that all these lips prints were causing a major problems for the custodian who had to clean the mirror every night ( you can just imagine the yawns from the little princesses).

To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long handle squeegee, dipped it in the toilet.and cleaned the mirror. Since then there have been no more lip prints on the mirror.

 

                    There are teachers….. and there are educators.

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I thought things would settle down after school was out but it seems that it is the same ‘ole crazy around here.  I have committed to going to the the gym Monday thru Friday at 7am.  This is the second week and every morning I still say to myself:  “self…….WTF are you doing?”  But I do feel better after about a mile on the treadmill and though out the morning but I’m still dog tired by 4:30 and want to nap.

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Now just for fun, I saw this at Moi’s site and decided to try it out…

 

You Are Wind

Strong and overpowering. A force to be reckoned with, no one dares cross you You have the power to change everything around you. You are best known for: your wrath Your dominant state: commanding

What Type of Weather Are You?

So…what type of weather are you?