Hi, my name is Ginger…

So Friday night, I went to a party at Erica and Ray’s, a cast party for the show they just closed this weekend. During the party, Carl, a guy from the show named Mark and I were discussing that wouldn’t it be funny if I started introducing myself as other people during the course of the night?

So we did. Carl started introducing me as his adopted sister (which I am) but introduced me once as Bridget (his ex-wife, who I am not), once as Ginger, and Mark called me Cassandra and Evelyn somewhere in there too. If only I were good with accents. It was great fun.

What I miss by not having cable

Cable is like crack and sucks you in and won’t let you go.

That said, cable is amazing. So many shows! So much to see! I was overwhelmed with the choices.

Last Sunday, faced with a day without a new book to read, I actually said to myself “Self, you’ll just have to break down and watch TV.”

That’s sad. So, I ended up watching a few good shows this week:

The 4400. I’d been wanting to see it anyway, and I managed to make it through about half of this week’s episode twice. So I’ve seen the first have twice. That takes talent.

The Dead Zone. Ehh. Kinda all right.

Karen Sisco. This one isn’t half bad, although the movie “Out of sight” with JLo (I know, I know) was better. The book was the best, though. The show wasn’t bad, and I liked how they had whathisface as Karen’s dad. He’s a hold over from “Jackie Brown” Way to go Elmore Leonard!

Cold Case (I think). Some show about flashbacks in Philly. I’d have to ask Cheryl what the name of this one actually is. It was good. Although I have no idea what it’s name really is.

So far I think that’s it. I’m so out of touch. If it isn’t on dvd, I’m so lost.

At the Apple Store

So I’m in the market for a spiffy new Ipod (much like my friend FP’s at BookLust) and Jason and I are currently in the Apple store pricing them out. I like the blue one (the Mini) but I still maintain that I like Jason’s much more than a blue one. He says they’re going to stop making them soon and to get over it and get a pretty one. If they made one in pretty pretty purple, you bet your ass I would. Sadly, they don’t. So it looks like blue for now.

Early Morning Suprise

After getting chided by my sweetie last night for not posting enough (hey, handsome, I’m homeless and don’t have a computer anymore. There are those of us that work at work, you know? Sorry to disappoint, love!) I got a call this morning from a friend of mine from my company’s TN office. Seems some of my buddies down south have found my blog!

Well, all I can say is “Welcome Y’all!” And, I still have a long distance crush on Mark F. It’s true.

I’m a confirmed geek lover, it’s true

So I have a plush (read: platonic crush) on an IT guy in our PA office at work. I deal with ITboy on a weekly basis, due to our computers being horrid evil pieces of machinery that break down on a rather routine basis. He’s funny, and is as much of a smart-ass as I am. He’s great.

So, from the last post, my week hasn’t been the greatest. However, I did get to speak to ITboy today which made me smile. There is a document template from Word that I use on a daily basis, and recently it’s been telling me that it doesn’t have a file it needs to translate something into German or Dutch.

As most of my friends know, I don’t speak German or Dutch. So why Word feels the need to translate something for me is beyond me at this point.

I finally got frustrated with it’s constant popup messages, and called ITboy. He somewhat promptly responded, and started working on the problem. Thus ensued the email conversation that brightened my day:

ITboy: It’s the document. Asked me the same thing and I have the newer version of Office. Something about German and Netherlands proofing needs to be setup.
Me: Well, why don’t you get right on that? Come on, you’re supposed to have all the answers!
ITboy: Sure, let me install the German spell checker so I can proof-read Adolf’s work.
Me: Um, I hate to tell you sir, but he died quite a while ago, so his latest chart topping hit won’t be coming out anytime soon. You might want to try Gerhard Schroeder, the chancellor, I do believe. He’s still alive and kicking.
ITboy: I guess if I was that old I’d know that stuff too.
Me: Were you just calling me old, or Mr. Schroeder old? Don’t hate me because I have a quicker wit than you do.
ITboy: You. HAHAHAHAHAAH.
Me: Just because I’m SMARTER doesn’t make me OLDER, silly. I’m still a youngin, I’ve not yet hit 25.
ITboy: Crap. You’re younger than me.

Thus my day was made.

NPR Junkie temporary sabattical

Ok, so now that I’m homeless, I’m also internet-free. So the posts will be fewer and farther between.

These are the highlights of my homeless life so far:

1) Last week I found out settlement had been pushed back on my new house, due to the builders not being ready on the seller’s new house. Great. So now I have 3 more weeks to wait to move in. All in all, not the biggest of deals, until my mortgage agent told me my current fabulous interest rate expires on the 8th of August. And, to get it extended, it costs $400. ARRGH!!

2) Yesterday, my adopted dad was taken to the hospital with 3rd degree burns to his face from a work accident. He’s able to breathe, but his eyes are so swollen they can’t open. The hospital to which he was taken have a very loose interpretation of bedside manner, and mama #2 has been beside herself trying to deal with these wackos. A highlight: “Let me get this straight. You want my husband, who cannot see, to sign a BLANK CONSENT FORM for whatever procedures might be necessary? I don’t think so. And no, I’m not signing a blank consent form either. When each procedure proves necessary, call me and we’ll talk.” Wonderful.

3) Mama #2’s puppy, Emma, had to be taken to the vet yesterday when her sutures from being spayed last weekend pulled and she began to bleed. I was home on dog duty while everyone was at the hospital, and I saw blood on the tiles and didn’t know what to do. So I call my sister, who replies “well, is she bleeding?” “yes.” “What color is it?” “Bright red” “Is it dripping?” “Yes, not oozing”. “Yeah, she needs to go to the vet.” So me and a 150 pound husky mix get in my car and drive to the vet. Emma is fine, btw, just too active for having had surgery.

4) Over the weekend, my biological dad asked me to get my shit out of his basement because it was bothering him and taking up too much space. Remember, I started moving my stuff with their permission over a month ago. Once he found out it was going to be there for three more weeks he snapped. He claimed that he was worried that it might get damaged in the basement if it flooded from the hurricane, but as long as I lived there, that basement was as dry as a bone.

So that’s the news for now. I think I’ve reached my stress capacity for this month, so nothing else can happen. Let’s see if the world thinks the same was as I do.

First Date Disasters

While killing time this morning, waiting to go with Mel to drool over my new couch, I decided to check my hotmail account. While doing so, I saw an article entitled “First Date Fireworks.” on the MSN today tab. Not having anything better to do, I clicked on it and read away. And was disgusted. This article was not meant for those of us with imaginations, or with a pretty good idea of who we are and what we’re looking for. This article was meant for women (and I’m assuming it’s women, because men NEVER EVER EVER would read anything like this ever) and it had sections titled: “Ditch the dinner” and under ever first date don’t it had a section called “How to fan the flames” and advice about what to do instead of eating dinner or just being yourself. So this article’s whole point (I gather) was about what to do if your first date doesn’t have any chemistry.

One section had advice given by a woman who had written a book titled….drumroll please…”Stop getting dumped.”

Gag me.

So my advice for a good first date?
1) Be yourself. Why try to act like someone you’re not? If you’re goofy, be goofy. If your date doesn’t appriciate it, they’re just not for you.
2) Do something you enjoy. If it’s eating, then go eat. If you like rollerblading, be active. If you’re a bookie (not THAT kind of bookie) go to Borders. Don’t try to stage it, it’s just a first date. No choreography or song and dance numbers needed.
3) Don’t freak out if a first date isn’t all wine and roses. It’s just a first date. Don’t pin all your hopes and dreams on the outcome…at this point, your life is worth more than just the results of this date.

These articles drive me crazy. That’s why I try to stay away from Cosmo and Glamour and their advice about how to spice up your love life or how to charm him into marrying you. These articles are written by women who don’t like themselves for women that don’t like themselves.

Anyone else have any other suggestions?

Speaking of keys…

So, speaking of keys. Is it odd that I had my door keyed with two different sets of keys? What I mean is, a different top and bottom lock?

My buyers were really suprised that I had different keys. I just didn’t want to make it super easy for someone to pick the lock. If you’re going to go to the trouble of picking the lock, I want to at least challenge you, you know?

Is that really odd?

Homeless!

I think I’m the happiest homeless person on the face of this planet. I sold the 9th circle of hell on Thursday, and as soon as I walked out of the title company’s office, I had the biggest grin on my face. Those poor poor kids. They’re my age or younger, going to be getting married in a year. Nice kids. HA! Sorry about their luck for their crazy ass neighbors.

I do have to say a big big big THANKS! to my friends Erica and Melissa, who really made this move possible. If I could have corporate sponsors, those two would be it. Melissa helped move out EVERY PIECE OF FURNITURE in the house. Erica showed up on Thursday to help move out my mattress, which I actually did by myself, but then did everything else. I mean everything. Vacuumed, swept, cleaned out the fridge, packed, moved, etc.

Amazing.

So I finally got everything here, went to settlement, handed over my keys, got the check (yay money!) and drove as fast as I could to my bank to deposit said check.

HA!

Oh thank God that I’m out of that house. My neighbors didn’t find out till that day that I’d sold. Heeheehee. They knew I was moving out, yes, but not that someone had bought.

And, they still all think I’m moving to a commune in TN to farm hemp and eat granola.

Because other people helped me pack, I’ve lost several very important items like my cell charger. But, on the bright side, it’ll be like Christmas when I go to unpack. I’ll find things I won’t remember I had!