Random Rants

Base to EMT, we need a whambulance in Gainesville GA stat!

It's very late for me on a school night! That's aggravating!

Sleep tight, Y'all! MWAH!

Base to EMT, we need a whambulance in Gainesville GA stat!

The good news is that the toothache was from my ear infection that was from my sinus infection.

Seriously...that's the good news.

The good news is that the toothache was from my ear infection that was from my sinus infection.

Seriously...that's the good news.

Sounds like you need the EN&T guy to roto-rooter your snooter. A friend of mine had it done several years ago and loves being able to breath, less infections, and it stopped his snoring.

Post Properties -- Dubious Business Practices

I AM .

We decided to lease another apartment in Atlanta (long story why). I have been checking availability for weeks. Finally a place at Post that I liked became available. Yesterday I clicked the "Reserve Now!" button and received two confirmations from Post. I emailed them today to see what I needed to do as far as paperwork and fees are concerned. I was told that the price changes on a daily basis and today the price had increased. Excuse me? I have a screen shot that is date stamped with the price at the point in time that I submitted the "Reserve Now!" request. I was told that the prices change daily and that an apartment is not reserved until the application is filled out and the deposit is received. They said that they couldn't reserve it for me until I completed an application and paid the required deposits. They said that if I wasn't happy with the price, I could check the website on a daily basis for the new price that could go up or go down, but I would risk someone else leasing it. But the apartment is no longer on the website because I reserved it. Exsqueeze me, but didn't I click the "Reserve Now!" button which implies to me that not only have I reserved the apartment, but I have locked in the apartment at the rate at that point in time?

When Big D gets back from Germany, he's gonna go there and whomp up on them in a calm yet intimidating manner. They will cry and give him what he wants. That's just the way he operates, and that's why he is such a successful negotiator.

FYI for anyone -- the people at Post Properties are dishonorable. If daughter, daughter's fiance, and I weren't so embroiled in pre-exam activities, I'd tell Post where they could insert that apartment. But we just don't have time right now to shop around.

That's got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard. The price changes daily? It's apartment hunting not roulette.

Strange to me especially since we're in a rental market! Keep moving on BR........there are great apts. here called The Barony? I think that's it.......they have a lot of out of towners renting there. Doorman, concierge, etc.......you'll digg it!

Strange to me especially since we're in a rental market! Keep moving on BR........there are great apts. here called The Barony? I think that's it.......they have a lot of out of towners renting there. Doorman, concierge, etc.......you'll digg it!

JP (fiance) wants to be walking distance from Georgia Tech so that he doesn't have to waste time commuting. The security there is also very good -- it is totally gated floor to ceiling so that none of the street people who hang out in Midtown can get into the building or even the parking garage.

the WORST week ever:

• It started with the news that Kenny's mom died, followed within the hour by the news that my friend had died.
• The next day at school, some arse in a suit decided that it was a good day to notify 8 of my fellow employees that they would not have a contract in the fall. On top of grieving, we were reeling from that and dealing with the fallout.
• I was in the middle of getting ready to direct my first straight (non-musical) play, which was very stressful on me and the boys. We were rehearsing every night until 10, and they were juggling sports schedules, drivers' ed, homework, preparation for our military ball, and I was juggling duties as musical director another play in another town.
• On Monday night (after 2 3-hour rehearsals with a visit to the funeral home between them) I suddenly felt like someone was twirling the blunt end of a knife around in my left ear. I could hear the ocean, and it hurt. Tuesday it was confirmed that I had a raging ear infection caused by a sinus infection. I had to use drops for the pain, which meant I had to keep a cotton ball in the ear. I can't hear with a cotton ball in my ear, and I teach music.
• Tuesday my dad went for a stress test. He had surgery on his wrist recently and had some sort of heart irregularity. They told him to go to his PCP to get the test, but when they did the sonogram at the office they refused to do the test because of his "heart problem." Dad didn't know he had a heart problem. He had to have his stress test with a cardiologist instead. I don't remember the last time I've seen my dad worried--his brother is dying of congestive heart failure right now.
• Tuesday was also my friend's funeral.
• My capstone research paper was due Friday. I wrote the darned thing over a year ago, but my hard drive has crashed twice since then. My professor thought she had it, but she didn't. I had to re-type all 32 pages, complete with graphics, tables, references, and 2 appendices and recreate my powerpoint presentation. Those had to be delivered to my committee on Friday, 40 miles away. I was at school at 6 a.m. to work more than once last week, and I was not home before midnight some of those same days.
• Meanwhile, my rehearsals were going down the toilet. The boys weren't showing up, and when they did they wouldn't focus and were caught eating the props. My stress level was code red...probably in part due to the fact that it was another 80 hour week.

The good news:

• One of my buddies sent me an email Thursday that said, "You want to go to Scotland? I have a buddy pass." I haven't heard back from her since I answered with a "HECK YES!" but I hope she was serious
• The first of our two performances went amazingly well. The boys gave me a bouquet of roses that was HUGE. I thought they were either a coffin spray or the prize from some sort of pageant. Gorgeous--I had to put them in my mother's butter churn.

But now we're back to surreal: The director of the play I'm doing in the other town emailed me this morning to say she couldn't come to rehearsal today. Yesterday there was a shooting in Athens--a UGA professor gunned down three people at a community theater picnic. My friend the director was there and watched her 3 friends die. I don't know what to say about that...



(I realize I'm ranting, but that's what this thread is for, right?)

Ahh, NoHall. You need some beach time. I can't even say I am sorry about your week because it doesn't come close to covering it. Those boys are lucky to have you, so there is a reason that you are a tough nut.

the WORST week ever:

OMC! I am so sorry!

I know it's not a competition, but I can relate to a difficult week. We've had to make life or death decisions about Mom. Then when going through papers at Mom's house, sister discovered a birth announcement for a brother that we never heard about. I called all uncles and aunts, and none of them know about it. Weird. Mom is too demented to remember it if she's hid it for 50 years.

BTW one of my cousins lives in Bogart. She saw all of the activity regarding the search for the UGA prof but hadn't heard the news. I had to fill her in on those details plus her missing cousin.

Hope you have a better week this week, gull.

I gained weight! Hmpph!

Ahh, NoHall. You need some beach time. I can't even say I am sorry about your week because it doesn't come close to covering it. Those boys are lucky to have you, so there is a reason that you are a tough nut.

They think I'm just a nut! They're great--I was so proud of them tonight.

Yess....beach time...need me some real bad!

OMC! I am so sorry!

I know it's not a competition, but I can relate to a difficult week. We've had to make life or death decisions about Mom. Then when going through papers at Mom's house, sister discovered a birth announcement for a brother that we never heard about. I called all uncles and aunts, and none of them know about it. Weird. Mom is too demented to remember it if she's hid it for 50 years.

BTW one of my cousins lives in Bogart. She saw all of the activity regarding the search for the UGA prof but hadn't heard the news. I had to fill her in on those details plus her missing cousin.

Hope you have a better week this week, gull.

WOW...that's crazy...

My mom was adopted and always knew about it. She even knew her biological family's name, but never wanted to find them. When her biological father died, her oldest sister made the offhand remark about the little girls (my mother and a sister who was 15 months older) who were given away. The oldest sister is prone to saying crazy things, so it was almost dismissed, but then the others remembered their mother going to the hospital and coming home sad a couple of times. Another sister got her to admit it on her deathbed, and mom's brothers and sisters found her after that.

Hope you get to the bottom of that!

I gained weight! Hmpph!

Nonsense. The warm weather makes your clothes shrink, and the tilting of the earth toward the sun at the vernal equinox messes with gravity, making you seem heavier. Have another Little Debbie...

Nohall,

Whew. Sounds like a lot. Hope things get better for your Dad, sorry about your friend and yes, you need some Sowal time and a nice hammock.

Then when going through papers at Mom's house, sister discovered a birth announcement for a brother that we never heard about. I called all uncles and aunts, and none of them know about it. Weird. Mom is too demented to remember it if she's hid it for 50 years.

Not sure what you mean by a "birth announcement" - stationary, newspaper clipping etc. but you should be able to find a birth/death/adoption certificate since I assume it at least gives you the date, name, and sex. Good luck w/ the mystery!

BR, I don't think you have a missing brother out there. Unfortunately they may have been announcements purchased before a miscarriage. It could also be a sample from a company that puts them out. My grandmother had some she got after she had my Aunt, who we know was the last child, and she kept them. She showed them to us once and called them her pregnancy reminders. Every time she got one she'd go to the doctor for a pregnancy test.

I'M NOT FINISHED RANTING.

My mother swore to me that my bad week would be over by Saturday, but the sur-reality goes on:

I wasn't surprised that the director of the play I was doing in Dahlonega announced today that she was not going to fulfill her contract, and I certainly don't blame her. I don't know how I would cope with watching as three friends were shot to death in front of me. I think they're going to have me direct the play now.

I was, however, surprised to learn today that one of the nuns (we're doing Nunsense) in the play fell down her basement stairs last night, broke 2 ribs, and was put on bed rest for the next 4 weeks. (The play runs weekends from May 15-31st.) Anyone interested in being a nun with a Brooklyn accent?

I was also surprised when my father told me that his doctor called and told him that his tests showed that he had suffered a major heart attack sometime in the last couple of years. Dad was also surprised. None of us have any idea when it happened. (Dad doesn't believe in being sick or injured.)

I'm starting to be surprised that I can still be surprised.

If you're of the praying sort, please pray that nothing worse happens in the next week. I'm so upside-down that I doubt I would notice it.

(I'm afraid to come to the beach now. It would go down in history as hurricane NoHall...)


p.s. I wouldn't be my cheerful self if I didn't include the good parts: Last night's show went even better than Friday's. The kid who melted down in my office two weeks ago, swearing that he would NEVER learn his lines and that he would HATE ME FOREVER for making him get on that stage learned and executed his lines perfectly! He was the only one in the show who didn't drop a single line, which meant he had the even more difficult task of figuring out what to do when someone else dropped a line. And he did--he picked up wherever the last kid left off, and he was a wonderful Felix. He was as glad as I was that the show was over, but he was so proud of himself, and I suspect that he will never be afraid of anything else again.

I got a second bouquet of roses--mom says that she counted 3 dozen in all in the butter churn, not counting the other flowers in the bouquets. Smells like a florist.

Thanks for putting up with this...my sentences aren't even that good, I'm so frazzled. I can't rant on facebook because I have too many students, parents, and co-workers on there. Y'all just send me a little bit of cheese to go with my whine, and save me a big hug for later...

I'M NOT FINISHED RANTING.

My mother swore to me that my bad week would be over by Saturday, but the sur-reality goes on:

I wasn't surprised that the director of the play I was doing in Dahlonega announced today that she was not going to fulfill her contract, and I certainly don't blame her. I don't know how I would cope with watching as three friends were shot to death in front of me. I think they're going to have me direct the play now.

I was, however, surprised to learn today that one of the nuns (we're doing Nunsense) in the play fell down her basement stairs last night, broke 2 ribs, and was put on bed rest for the next 4 weeks. (The play runs weekends from May 15-31st.) Anyone interested in being a nun with a Brooklyn accent?

I was also surprised when my father told me that his doctor called and told him that his tests showed that he had suffered a major heart attack sometime in the last couple of years. Dad was also surprised. None of us have any idea when it happened. (Dad doesn't believe in being sick or injured.)

I'm starting to be surprised that I can still be surprised.

If you're of the praying sort, please pray that nothing worse happens in the next week. I'm so upside-down that I doubt I would notice it.

(I'm afraid to come to the beach now. It would go down in history as hurricane NoHall...)

That's NoFunn to you, Young Lady. I have to admit, while I am concerned for your Daddy, I like his attitude! Please keep us posted on his health!

Some strange stuff is going on right now, but it will all shake out. I can come act like a Nun. Don't know if I can do a Brooklyn accent, but my attempt will without a doubt, make people laugh! :funn:

Dare I inquire as to the progress of Delinquents Oscar and Felix?? ;-)

NoHall, prayers for your Daddy and for you. Seems like you're having a rough time of it lately. Thinking of you.

That's NoFunn to you, Young Lady. I have to admit, while I am concerned for your Daddy, I like his attitude! Please keep us posted on his health!

Some strange stuff is going on right now, but it will all shake out. I can come act like a Nun. Don't know if I can do a Brooklyn accent, but my attempt will without a doubt, make people laugh! :funn:

If you are even remotely serious, pm me and I'll get you in touch with the Holly Theater!

Dare I inquire as to the progress of Delinquents Oscar and Felix?? ;-)

Yes!

Delinquent Felix performed on Friday. As late as Thursday night at 9:30, he was staring at me blankly like he had never even read the play before. At the end of one of the most painful rehearsals of my short life (...the night before the opening of my directorial debut...where I was still calling about half of his lines for him) he was insisting, "But Ma'am! I know my lines!" He and I were running lines (translated: I was teaching him line-by-line) at 6 a.m. on Wednesday and Friday of last week.

He got on stage Friday and blew me away. Acts 1 and 3 were pretty darned good; he remembered at least 85% of his lines and made his way through the rest of them without any trainwrecks. Act 2 was a disaster if you were reading from the script--he completely rearranged a lot of the dialogue, dropped lines, forgot his blocking, and at one point sat and stared at the others blankly for a full 60 seconds. However, he was completely hysterical. His awkward silences (the others weren't quite as long) were entirely in character. He deadpanned most of the lines (contrary to my direction) during rehearsal; in the performance he was a shrieking, ladle-waving, running-like-a-girl Felix Ungar. I thought the audience was going to pee themselves.

He is still struggling in school with making good decisions, but I hope that he figured out on Friday that he can get more attention (and positive attention) by working hard and doing the right thing.

Before I tell you about delinquent Oscar, I'll briefly mention the kid who stepped up to fill in for both of them: He completely flaked out on me. He wouldn't get to rehearsal on time, he wouldn't finish learning his lines, and ultimately just wouldn't do it. I was really surprised (this was before I stopped being surprised) and disappointed.

Delinquent Oscar did both performances, then. He was brilliant. He was by far the hardest working kid on that stage, and he was there for the 6 a.m. rehearsals even when I didn't ask him to be there. He has not had a single demerit since he came back. I'm nominating him for a citizenship pin, and I nominated him for the National Honor Society today.

Thanks for asking!

Not sure what you mean by a "birth announcement" - stationary, newspaper clipping etc. but you should be able to find a birth/death/adoption certificate since I assume it at least gives you the date, name, and sex. Good luck w/ the mystery!

The announcement was on a form typed in a fixed-width font and the fill-ins were in a smaller font.

BR, I don't think you have a missing brother out there. Unfortunately they may have been announcements purchased before a miscarriage. It could also be a sample from a company that puts them out. My grandmother had some she got after she had my Aunt, who we know was the last child, and she kept them. She showed them to us once and called them her pregnancy reminders. Every time she got one she'd go to the doctor for a pregnancy test.

You just might be right. We are trying to obtain the records. Not that it really matters, but it's just a mystery.

I have had enough of pets today.

THe older dog couldn't hold his pee and peed a huge puddle with little drips allllllllll over the floor.:angry:

Then the same dog pooped all over himself and I had to give him a bath to remove it.(time for a vet visit)

THe cat puked up a huge hairball on the stairs and little IBD stepped in it.

THe other dog started chewing on something from outside. When I went to get it it was a dried up cat hairball....

Tonight they will all want to climb in bed with me and sleep. I just dont know about that....:shock:

I have had enough of pets today.

THe older dog couldn't hold his pee and peed a huge puddle with little drips allllllllll over the floor.:angry:

Then the same dog pooped all over himself and I had to give him a bath to remove it.(time for a vet visit)

THe cat puked up a huge hairball on the stairs and little IBD stepped in it.

THe other dog started chewing on something from outside. When I went to get it it was a dried up cat hairball....


Tonight they will all want to climb in bed with me and sleep. I just dont know about that....:shock:

You have a farm over there on the Prairie?? ;-)

I had a dinner party last week and of course everyone adores Sweet Pea and p***y. Throughout conversation, I realized how old my Girl is. I've had her 6 years and she is a rescue. At that time, they thought she was 3-5 years old. She's getting grey on her snout and above her eyes......I put her around 10ish now. She still gets about with ease, but the reality hit me square between the eyes!


I hope you had a snuggly evening with all of them, though.

If you are even remotely serious, pm me and I'll get you in touch with the Holly Theater!



Yes!

Delinquent Felix performed on Friday. As late as Thursday night at 9:30, he was staring at me blankly like he had never even read the play before. At the end of one of the most painful rehearsals of my short life (...the night before the opening of my directorial debut...where I was still calling about half of his lines for him) he was insisting, "But Ma'am! I know my lines!" He and I were running lines (translated: I was teaching him line-by-line) at 6 a.m. on Wednesday and Friday of last week.

He got on stage Friday and blew me away. Acts 1 and 3 were pretty darned good; he remembered at least 85% of his lines and made his way through the rest of them without any trainwrecks. Act 2 was a disaster if you were reading from the script--he completely rearranged a lot of the dialogue, dropped lines, forgot his blocking, and at one point sat and stared at the others blankly for a full 60 seconds. However, he was completely hysterical. His awkward silences (the others weren't quite as long) were entirely in character. He deadpanned most of the lines (contrary to my direction) during rehearsal; in the performance he was a shrieking, ladle-waving, running-like-a-girl Felix Ungar. I thought the audience was going to pee themselves.

He is still struggling in school with making good decisions, but I hope that he figured out on Friday that he can get more attention (and positive attention) by working hard and doing the right thing.

Before I tell you about delinquent Oscar, I'll briefly mention the kid who stepped up to fill in for both of them: He completely flaked out on me. He wouldn't get to rehearsal on time, he wouldn't finish learning his lines, and ultimately just wouldn't do it. I was really surprised (this was before I stopped being surprised) and disappointed.

Delinquent Oscar did both performances, then. He was brilliant. He was by far the hardest working kid on that stage, and he was there for the 6 a.m. rehearsals even when I didn't ask him to be there. He has not had a single demerit since he came back. I'm nominating him for a citizenship pin, and I nominated him for the National Honor Society today.

Thanks for asking!

I would help y'all out with Nunsense, but Dahlonega might be a little far for rehearsals, etc......and, I am now a very nasaly exhausted Nun-type who is angry.......you might not want me.

CONGRATULATIONS on Felix!!!!! What a change with Oscar!!!!! Good job! Was it recorded? Can you youtube it?

I have had enough of pets today.

THe older dog couldn't hold his pee and peed a huge puddle with little drips allllllllll over the floor.:angry:

Then the same dog pooped all over himself and I had to give him a bath to remove it.(time for a vet visit)

THe cat puked up a huge hairball on the stairs and little IBD stepped in it.

THe other dog started chewing on something from outside. When I went to get it it was a dried up cat hairball....

Tonight they will all want to climb in bed with me and sleep. I just dont know about that....:shock:

Better not get a snuggie, you'll have pets attached to you like lint.