From the first day I laid eyes on this house there was one thing (among eight others) that I loathed immediately. A shiny pair of brass friggin sconces above the fireplace mantle. BRASS??? Really?? Unacceptable. I remember ranting about how that would be the FIRST renovation we would make! Yeah, no. After painting 8 rooms I figured there was no harm in waiting a little while longer.
3.5 years later...
The sconces have been destroyed!! In fact, the sconces have been smashed to pieces, hehehe. Thanks to a quick trip to Lowe's and the price tag of $60 bucks we are no longer in 80's lighting hell. Take a look...
Old, horrid lights:
New, much better option:
Naturally I took the giant candles down after seeing these pictures... but the upgrade is perfect. Now to take care of the nasty brass on the fireplace doors. High heat spray paint for the win!!
July 7, 2010
July 6, 2010
... fax THIS.
Well I thought I should probably jot down a quick note before I become fully blinded with rage.
Unemployment.
I could stop there, no? That word triggers enough emotions in and of itself. But I won't stop. I will, in fact, let you in on what's pissing me off today.
As you may or may not know - in May I became unemployed for the second time in a year and a half. Luckily I was able to continue my old claim and run out the funds. When that time came (just 4 weeks later) I was placed on the state extended benefits. That was 3 weeks ago. I spent two hours calling and 40 minutes on hold. That was like a sunshine miracle compared to some former days when I had spent 5 hours furiously dialing that number to the call center only to get through and spend 2 more hours on hold. Feeling good that I just took care of this 3 weeks ago you can imagine my disgust when, on Sunday, Tele-serve (the automated payment system which allows you to request your weekly unemployment insurance benefit payments) instructed me to call the office once again. Ahhh something to look forward to. Clear the calendar for Monday! Wait, nope, Monday is a holiday... so that means double the volume of calls on TUESDAYYYY. Awesome.
For anyone who has become unemployed - it is no secret that the phone calls to the unemployment office are always a treat. I like to get my coffee and breakfast and snuggle up in my nice, comfy recliner while dialing. I start with one house phone and dial for an hour until that battery dies. Next I grab the other house phone and dial until I drain that battery as well. I then have a go-to web of profanity that I weave while placing both dead phones back on their bases. Next up, the trusty cell phone. Thank God for options. Today started off like any other day. Started dialing at 7:58 am. Drained phone 1 by 9. Drained phone 2 by 9:40. Used the cell and got through at 9:50. NOT BAD. On hold 'til 10:15. Know what's awesome?? When you are on hold you get to hear some very informative recordings. The catch?? The recordings are only informative to people that are calling the wrong number. So, since I am not a complete moron I just watch television until I hear the ring. That ring is initially so exciting because you know you are just seconds away from speaking to someone who will take care of the situation. Unfortunately today, that someone was heinous. I have had pretty good luck in the past with people being friendly but today I got the best of the best. She spoke too fast with a very thick accent on a crappy connection and she was rude. I couldn't have asked for more.
Since "the quarter ended" I apparently had to file a new claim. She asked me the same questions that I am asked every time I call. (You'd think they would keep the info in their system, no?). She needed me to fax her some information and said to do it as soon as possible so she could call me back and finish the claim. I ran out and faxed it to her within 15 minutes. I have been awaiting her call for 5 hours. Really?? That makes me irate. Granted, I am SO thankful to be able to collect - otherwise Gregg and I would be panhandling down at the BP- but I cannot believe that such an important office is run so inefficiently with such an archaic system. With everyone out on their asses shouldn't they be hiring some of us fools waiting on hold for hours? (Please don't hire me because I would kill myself if I had to do that job for more than 10 minutes).
So, here I sit. Waiting for Miss Faxypants to call me back. And I have no choice but to do just that. Lord knows I can't call HER back - I don't have enough phones.
Unemployment.
I could stop there, no? That word triggers enough emotions in and of itself. But I won't stop. I will, in fact, let you in on what's pissing me off today.
As you may or may not know - in May I became unemployed for the second time in a year and a half. Luckily I was able to continue my old claim and run out the funds. When that time came (just 4 weeks later) I was placed on the state extended benefits. That was 3 weeks ago. I spent two hours calling and 40 minutes on hold. That was like a sunshine miracle compared to some former days when I had spent 5 hours furiously dialing that number to the call center only to get through and spend 2 more hours on hold. Feeling good that I just took care of this 3 weeks ago you can imagine my disgust when, on Sunday, Tele-serve (the automated payment system which allows you to request your weekly unemployment insurance benefit payments) instructed me to call the office once again. Ahhh something to look forward to. Clear the calendar for Monday! Wait, nope, Monday is a holiday... so that means double the volume of calls on TUESDAYYYY. Awesome.
For anyone who has become unemployed - it is no secret that the phone calls to the unemployment office are always a treat. I like to get my coffee and breakfast and snuggle up in my nice, comfy recliner while dialing. I start with one house phone and dial for an hour until that battery dies. Next I grab the other house phone and dial until I drain that battery as well. I then have a go-to web of profanity that I weave while placing both dead phones back on their bases. Next up, the trusty cell phone. Thank God for options. Today started off like any other day. Started dialing at 7:58 am. Drained phone 1 by 9. Drained phone 2 by 9:40. Used the cell and got through at 9:50. NOT BAD. On hold 'til 10:15. Know what's awesome?? When you are on hold you get to hear some very informative recordings. The catch?? The recordings are only informative to people that are calling the wrong number. So, since I am not a complete moron I just watch television until I hear the ring. That ring is initially so exciting because you know you are just seconds away from speaking to someone who will take care of the situation. Unfortunately today, that someone was heinous. I have had pretty good luck in the past with people being friendly but today I got the best of the best. She spoke too fast with a very thick accent on a crappy connection and she was rude. I couldn't have asked for more.
Since "the quarter ended" I apparently had to file a new claim. She asked me the same questions that I am asked every time I call. (You'd think they would keep the info in their system, no?). She needed me to fax her some information and said to do it as soon as possible so she could call me back and finish the claim. I ran out and faxed it to her within 15 minutes. I have been awaiting her call for 5 hours. Really?? That makes me irate. Granted, I am SO thankful to be able to collect - otherwise Gregg and I would be panhandling down at the BP- but I cannot believe that such an important office is run so inefficiently with such an archaic system. With everyone out on their asses shouldn't they be hiring some of us fools waiting on hold for hours? (Please don't hire me because I would kill myself if I had to do that job for more than 10 minutes).
So, here I sit. Waiting for Miss Faxypants to call me back. And I have no choice but to do just that. Lord knows I can't call HER back - I don't have enough phones.
July 2, 2010
red, white and yawn ...
4th of July weekend!!!
Friday night kickoff.
What's that I hear?? No, it's not fireworks... ahhh yes, it is the combined sounds of Gregg sleeping like a rock and a dusty favorite, The Wizard of Oz, on television. Holy mackerel. When the hell did I go from slowing down to 87 yrs old? Must have happened in my sleep one night when the nightmares stole my party fire. I knew I should have locked that up a little better.
Well, I'm not elderly just yet. I do love a good party and can hammer down a bunch of beers as good as the next sloppy jerk but still ... something has changed. I guess my love of comfort and "home" has finally beat out my love for scream singing Tenacious D at 4:30 in the morning. It was a hell of a fight though. And let's not pretend it won't happen again someday.
My partying days were long. Days? Wait, no, clearly YEARS. I spent about 13 years - maybe 14 - giving it my all. I can remember when I lived at home my parents demanded that I choose one night per week to stay at home and I simply could not commit to that. My routine was this: Wake up, shower, work, shower, head out until anywhere from 1 am to 8 am, sleep a few hours and do it all again. I do partially blame the restaurant industry for creating that monster. I smoked like a fiend, finished more bottles of rum than a century of pirates and didn't give a rats ass about anything. I was out for fun. Responsibility fail.
Of course things started to slow down when I met Gregg. He was a different breed... and he was exactly what I needed. I am very lucky to have found him when I did. I'm not sure that things would have changed and who knows where I would be today. That's a sobering thought - no pun intended. For years I dragged him to parties with all of my friends - who are now all of his friends - and I believe they like him better - and he was a trooper through it all. 1 am, Gregg: "Are you ready to go?" Me: "Nope". 2 am, he is asleep on the couch while I am DJ-ing the ipod with Johnny and still thinking it is 10:30 pm. 4 am, Gregg: "Let's go". Me: "It's still earlyyyyyy". Yeah, he had his hands full. He took it all in stride. As long as he was driving me home he could rest a little easier. Good guy that Gregg is.
So here we are - 2010 - 4th of July weekend. Beautiful weather. Insane amounts of parties. And I'm eating popcorn and watching Dorothy knock on the Tin Man's shoe. What you probably don't realize is that I'm actually not complaining. Tricked ya didn't I? That need to be at a party 3 nights in a row is fading more and more as the years pass. It started with New Year's Eve and is currently working it's way through the calendar year. I no longer feel like I am missing something. It's the same people in the same places doing the same things. Of course it's a good time every time but I don't feel guilty about staying home in my hello kitty pjs. It is perfectly okay to 'sit this one out' once in a while.
We don't do as much as we used to simply because of circumstance. After a 60 hour work week Gregg can barely hold his head up on a Friday night. It's practically mandatory that he fall asleep on the couch at 8 pm. Who can blame him?? It takes him 2 days to recover from the physical exhaustion and then he's right back at it on Monday morning. I have eased into the role of stay-at-home-wife once again due to another round of unemployment. I keep things going. Cleaning, shopping, errands, etc. I have plenty of down time and I don't expect to fill it all up every weekend. Some weekends are jam packed and others are lovely lazy days. It's all about balance, gang. So while the old Sheri would be ashamed of her empty holiday Friday night - the current Sheri couldn't be more content.
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