Archive | July, 2009

A Tale of Two Washers

30 Jul
I bought two washing machines last night.   This is the washer:

The Washer

I went into Sears, talked with the sales associate and bought the washer.  They even said they’d do free delivery. 

Except that’s a lie.  You pay $75 for delivery and then they give you rebate in the form of a gift card worth $75 back to Sears.  So no matter what, you pay $75 for delivery.  And the soonest they could deliver was Saturday, August 8th.

Remember this.

I had to go to Best Buy anyways last night to get a router and a modem so I can have cable internet at my new house.  While I was there, I decided to check out the prices on washers.  Found the exact same washer, for less money AND only a $30 delivery charge.  And they could deliver on Sunday, August 2nd. 

So I returned one washer, bought the second arranged for delivery.  Life is good.


Until my bank froze my account becuase they suspected fraud.  Which is understandable, I mean, who in their right mind buys two washers minutes apart?  Me, that’s who.  So now I have to call my bank and explain the situation and ask them to unfreeze the account but send me a new card since the swipe part of the card is crap.


Do my eyes decieve me?

21 Jul
Holy Crap! A storm in the Atlantic!!

Holy Crap! A storm in the Atlantic!!

I know, I know – seems stupid to be excited about an Invest but with the dirth of storms…you gotta take what you can get.

Now I know – repeat KNOW – that this storm will have absolutely NO impact on my area (mid-Atlantic), but still….

When I become a Manager

21 Jul

Wait – I’ve already been one…but anyways…when I become a manager I will not:

  1. Walk in and ask ‘did you see the email I sent you’ moments after I sent it.
  2. Check the ‘To’ line of an email to see if the right people are there. If it’s that critical and I only have the names, I’ll do it myself.
  3. Hit people up with work seconds after they arrive at work
  4. Treat experienced people like small children
  5. Tell experienced people that I need to read their emails before I send them.  Again, if it’s that sensitive or critical, I will do it.  OR let them do it.  It’s a learning experience.


I am damn near wishing I hadn’t left my old job.  At least then I might have been insulted regularly, but I could send emails without someone quite literally taking me out of my chair to see if all the names on the “To” list matched the names on a spreadsheet.


20 Jul


Main Entry:
1: not dependent: as a (1): not subject to control by others : self-governing (2): not affiliated with a larger controlling unit <an independent bookstore> b (1): not requiring or relying on something else : not contingent <an independent conclusion> (2):not looking to others for one’s opinions or for guidance in conduct (3): not bound by or committed to a political party c (1): not requiring or relying on others (as for care or livelihood) <independent of her parents> (2): being enough to free one from the necessity of working for a living <a person of independent means> d: showing a desire for freedom <an independent manner> e (1): not determined by or capable of being deduced or derived from or expressed in terms of members (as axioms or equations) of the set under consideration

Main Entry:


Middle English stibourne, stuborn
14th century
1 a (1): unreasonably or perversely unyielding : mulish (2): justifiably unyielding : resolute b: suggestive or typical of a strong stubborn nature <a stubborn jaw>2: performed or carried on in an unyielding, obstinate, or persistent manner <stubborn effort>3: difficult to handle, manage, or treat <a stubborn cold>4: lasting <stubborn facts>


I have been called both.  Fiercely independent and unbelievably stubborn.  Typically they are negatives – character flaws.  I don’t see them that way.  I see these two words as being two separate issues, two separate words and ones that are not used interchangeably. 
Now that I’m finally breaking free of constraints – my ex or living at my mothers – I find myself craving freedom and being (at times) bull-headed to get it. 
I just think that after being under someones thumb (my ex’s) for so long, I need this time to really re-construct who I am.  And I’m going to embrace my independence – as scary as it is. 

I’m officially stress…and other non-breaking news

16 Jul

My move date changed – it moved from 07 August to 01 August.  I’m really thrilled about it – promise – but the changes mean that I’m stressing now.

How am I going to pay my rent AND 1/2 of the mortgage at my ex’s house for a month?

How am I going to pay the electric at my house AND at my ex’s house for a month?  Especially when the electric bill at my ex’s was $230 for last month?

Do I have all the right utilities turned on? Trying to get a straight answer from my realtor (do I need gas turned on?  or heating oil only?) is like pulling teeth.

When will I get the keys to my house? 

I need to have a discussion with my ex regarding the washer and dryer and the fact that I’m taking them…they were a gift to the both of us from my parents the year we got married. But I want/need them at my new house.  Particularly with Stanley who pee’s his blanket when he get’s angry or mad that he’s in his crate.  And I know it’s going to piss him off. 

Oh, and I need to tell him when the movers are coming because the bed that he’s sleeping in – that’s mine.  As is the dresser and the nightstand that is in the master bedroom.  And in his roommate’s bedroom, the two mini-book cases are mine as well. 

So I have to do that.  And Jersey (my little girl) has to go to the Vet today because it looks like she’s got ear infections in both of her ears.  After going round-and-round with the girl who orginially answered the phone when I found out about the ear infections was decidedly less than helpful.  So when I called back (because I have to handle all the stuff relating to the dogs as per the seperation agreement) I got a very different answer and one that made sense.  So I had to call my ex, tell him what he needed to do and then affirm that yes, I AM paying for all of this.  All I can think about is 15 days and this is all over with.

Now naturally, I am on the ambulance the night of the 31st and I move on the 1st.  So I know that I have to see if I can’t ask the movers to come around 11-12 so that I can get a little bit of sleep.

And my sister is mad at me because I’m moving on the same day she is.  This means that I’m taking attention or something away from her and she’s helped me move numerous times and no, I’m not kidding. 

Tonight is my Med Math, intubation and IV/IO / EJV test.  (Intervenous, interossiary, external juggular vein) I have to pass them to move on with my education.  And I’m really nervous about Med Math.  Mainly because you HAVE TO GET A 100%.  No errors, no nothing.  And I know why they do that – I mean, you really wouldn’t want someone to be giving you an incorrect dose of a drug but it’s got me panicked.

So in short – I’m stressed – about money, about my test, about paying for stuff.  Divorce sucks…but the thing keeping me going forward is knowing just how much more life would have sucked had I stayed married.

29 Days

9 Jul

That’s how long it’ll be until I move.  Seriously – I am so excited.  Excited about moving, getting my puppies back, setting up my house – basically, starting to live life again. 

It seems like it has been far too long that I have been letting outside forces dictate my life – my husband when I was married, my mother and family constraints since I’ve been living there. 

I’m more than ready to be on my own and setting my plan and what I want to do.  Most importantly, to decorate the house the way I want it to be and to get up on the weekends when I want to (not because someones coming home at 0300 or at 0700 or whenever and heaven forbid that the bed be WARM like from someone sleeping there….but anyways, I digress. 

I’m just really really looking forward to being in my house and having my life settle down. 

I go today to pay my first month’s rent and my pet deposit.  I’m REALLY not looking forward to watching that amount of money leave my account but I know it’s truly for the best – after all, getting back on my own two feet is the goal of all of this, right?

Especially so that I can stop texts like I got last night from my ex:

” Can u go let the dogs out ASAP?  I have not been able to get home, they been in crate since 8am. Thx”. 

Which I got at 7:15pm.  It was sent at 5:45pm.  I had left my cell upstairs in my room and had gone downstairs to help my mom with dinner and to eat said dinner with her.  So I missed the text.  It would have been far more helpful if he’d sent it to me earlier in the day so I could have gone over there…but I won’t be jumping to his beck and call in 29 more days…

So ready for this.

Damn, I hate when that happens!

6 Jul

I hate when those MAJOR BRIDGE TUNNELS JUST JUMP OUT AT YOU!  It’s only been there for 10+ years.  S’all I’m saying.  It’s like NOT NEW or anything!!!

Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel lanes reopen after barges hit bridge

Crews are assessing damage after two barges hit a trestle at the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel.

Tom Anderson, deputy director of the bridge-tunnel, says the trestle was struck around 6:20 a.m. Monday. He says one barge was carrying rocks and the other was carrying heavy equipment.

Anderson told WVEC he believes the weekend storms caused the barges to lose anchorage and they were swept into the trestle.

All lanes in the bridge-tunnel have reopened, said spokeswoman Debbie Cooley. No information about why the barges hit the bridge-tunnel were immediately available.

The bridge-tunnel connects Virginia’s Eastern Shore with the mainland at Virginia Beach.

No injuries were reported.