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Later today or this evening, a more serious, song-related post. In the meantime, a “shake-your-head” story.
Driving to work this morning, I got stuck behind someone in the ‘fast lane’ going about 55mph. I stayed behind them for a minute, thinking they’d move over, since they had plenty of room. But noooo, the stubborn driver decided to stay put. So, I flipped on my blinker, and got ready to move to the right to pass them (I hate it when I’m made to pass on the right, I always worry they’re going to decide last-minute to move out of the way and end up hitting me). About that time, a little silver Civic FLEW up on my bumper. I already had my turn signal on, so I started to move over. A split second later, the Civic turned on HER (yes, it was a her) blinker and started to zip around me.
Now, I am the kind of driver that, even when I know I’m in the right, I’ll go out of my way to accomodate other drivers more idiotic aggressive than I am (and I can be a pretty aggressive driver when I need to be). To me, it’s not worth the time and headache it takes to clear up an accident situation, just so that I can be right.
So, I flipped off my blinker, and moved back into my lane (I had already started to move over when she decided she couldn’t wait 5 seconds). I glanced in my rear-view, and she stuck her hand up and made a waving motion, signaling to me to go ahead and change lanes. Oh heck no. I already knew her type. So I waved back and left my blinker off and stayed put and figured I’d wait for her to pass. Now, if that was me in that other car, I would have waved thanks and gone about my way.
But nooooo…as she passed me, a dark-haired gothic looking girl with a long cigarette hanging out of her mouth (who smokes at 7:00 in the morning??) glared at me as she went by.
To which I say….”Um…okay…?”
And that is my boring story.
In other news, I’ve decided to take the GRE Psychology exam in November, a requirement for entering just about any college’s Psychology/Counseling master’s program. I ordered a study book off of Amazon last night (I love Amazon…I got a $20.00ish book for $10ish, including shipping, it’s just used, but who cares?), and tonight I’m going to hook up my printer and download/print all the free study materials and practice tests I can get my little hands on. I have to make 50th percentile or better. PRAY FOR ME.
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So let’s see.
Relatively uneventful weekend. Saturday, got up, did a little housework, drove to church, “tried out”, or whatever you want to call it, for worship team. First official worship practice is June 28th. Went to my parents’ house, went to the craft store with my mom, ate lasagna for dinner, watched “Martian Child” (great movie if you haven’t seen it).
Sunday, got up, went to church, it went really late, went back to the parents’ house, ate lunch, browsed grocery store coupons/sales. Left, went to the grocery store, saved a crapload of money (that’s how I roll, yo), went home. Unpacked groceries, did dishes, cleaned the kitchen, watered my orchid, tried to get my internet to work with no success. Picked up more of my apartment (can you tell I was overdue on cleaning?), put away laundry, checked the t.v. but as is the norm, even with 65 channels there’s rarely anything worthwhile on. The Food Channel was some show I’d never seen, and it wasn’t very interesting.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Finally called my internet service provider, talked to a fairly rude customer service agent who talked to me like I was mentally disabled. Finally, he (rudely) asked me, “How close is your router to your modem box?”
Why has nobody before ever told me that your router needs to be at least 3-5 feet away from your modem, or it can cause such bad interference your internet may or may not work??? Am I the last person on earth to know this? In any case, I moved my router so that it is now approximately 5 feet away from my modem, and my internet works beautifully. It’s relatively fast, it connects with no problem, I can load YouTube videos (something I definitely could not do before), and I can download music. It’s not as fast as it used to be, but compared to it working about every other day like it was, I’m happier than if someone had just handed me a giant Hershey bar and said “Eat this, it will make you thinner.” Someone needs to invent that, by the way.
That’s about the last thing I remember from last night. I must have been really bored.
I need someone to take me (or at least go with me) to the new M. Night Shyamalan movie that comes out on Friday. Any volunteers???
This is my worst post in a long time. Apologies.
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So! I have been tagged for my first ever meme, thanks to Corrina over at My Random Blog. Which actually rather makes my day, for two reasons. One, like I said, it’s the first time I’ve been tagged. Two, I was having trouble coming up with anything to write about today, unless anyone wants to hear me rant about how I hate my personal space being invaded by someone standing behind me in line at the post office/grocery store/coffee shop. So here’s the rules, folks…
- Link the person(s) who tagged you.
- Mention the rules on your blog.
- Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
- Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
- Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.
Sounds easy enough, so here you go. Six unspectacular unique quirks about me.
1. My hair is actually very curly, but I have been straightening it for a couple of years now. I think it looks better, and it’s so much easier to take care of.
2. When I’m nervous, I have to pee. Even if I just used the bathroom, if I’m going somewhere/doing something that I’m nervous about, I’ll have to pee at least 2 more times.
3. When I’m thinking hard about something, I twirl my hair. Not in a valley girl, pop-my-gum-while-i-twirl-my-hair way, but in a distracted, must-have-my-hand-occupied way.
4. The only celebrity I have ever had a true crush on was Dan Wilson, former catcher for the Mariners. My 9th grade social studies teacher had a huge poster of Dan on the wall, and back when I was in junior high, he was adorable. And he played baseball (drool).
5. I rarely, if ever, wear/use the color pink. I know, I’m a girl, but I still have an aversion to the color. Other girls can wear it (and the occasional guy, if he’s the type to pull it off well) and I have no problem with it, but I won’t.
6. I can type over 100 words per minute, almost mistake-free. I have my mom to thank, she made me use a typing tutor program starting in about 2nd grade.
And there you go. Six completely useless facts about yours truly.
Sooooo let’s see…who to tag, who to tag….? I’m going to go with:
Allison, Believe and See, I’m Having a Thought Here, Notions from the Left of Far Right, Thoughtprints, and of course, Special Kind of Stupid.
Have fun, folks. Don’t feel obligated! 
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As promised, a more light-hearted blog. The title pretty much sums it up, but let me clarify, I don’t actually have a bad relationship with my landlords. Not that they’re aware of, anyway…we’re on good terms, and I’m good at keeping my anger and frustrations under wraps when talking to them. SO - this is more or less just a rant about the things I’ve had to put up with over the last 8 months since I moved into the basement apartment I’m in. Keep in mind - only 8 months!!
To give a little bit of background information, I rent a basement apartment from a girl and her boyfriend. I used to work with the girl at the job I had prior to the one I’m currently in, and she was always begging me to move in. She hated the current tenants and had a feeling they’d be moving out soon, and she wanted “a friend” living downstairs. (I use the term “friend” loosely, we are friends but we don’t hang out together or anything like that.)
So, when last September rolled around, she told me that the tenants they had at that time would be moving, and would I please please please consider moving in. I considered it and told her that I wasn’t rich and wouldn’t be able to afford it if she was going to raise the rent from what it was at that time. She told me “No problem, you’re my girl, I got your back, I’ll keep the rent where it is, and since electric/garbage/cable/internet is all included in that already, I’ll keep that where it’s at too.” So I’m thinking, great deal! I have an apartment I can afford, it’s a pretty good size, electricity and cable and internet are all already included, it’s close to downtown Seattle, and I have a friend as a landlord.” Great, right?
Not long after moving in, the problems started. At first, it was just the fact that the apartment needed painting. My landlords told me that if I wanted to paint the apartment, they would take $50 (yes, you read that right) off my first month’s rent, and reimburse me for any supplies I needed to buy (they had already bought the paint). The $50 off wasn’t that appealing, but I don’t despise painting, and if I had waited to let them bring painters in it would have been several more weeks before I could move in. So, I took the offer. I went to Home Depot, exchanged the bright white paint they had bought for a more appealing off-white, and purchased all the rollers, sponges, drop cloths, and brushes I would need. I saved the receipt, and gave it to them - and guess what? I never saw a penny back for anything I had purchased. Guess what else? I quit after painting just the bathroom.
Then, I discovered that although my friend had said she “thoroughly cleaned the place” the weekend I moved in, the term “thoroughly”, to her, apparently means “I hired someone to shampoo the carpets, and I ran a sponge over the kitchen counter.” The top of the refrigerator had about an inch of dirt on it. The cabinets contained pieces of broken dishes, spilled food, smears, dirt, and candy wrappers. The area underneath the kitchen sink looked like it had NEVER been wiped out, and there was a FULL bucket of murky water underneath one of the pipes, which apparently had been leaky at one time but had been fixed. The refrigerator had food smears in it. The miniblinds over the kitchen window had food splatters of many colors. The wall behind the stove looked like someone had flicked spaghetti sauce at it and never wiped it off. The list continued…there were cobwebs and spiderwebs, dirt and fireplace ashes, mouse poop and food crumbs. So…needless to say, the amount of time I spent cleaning BEFORE I was able to unpack was more than I’ve probably spent combined cleaning the place since I moved in - and I love me a clean house. I wouldn’t say I’m obsessive compulsive or anything, and I’ve learned to be a bit more relaxed about it, but if you come to my house you better not be tracking in dirt, and please use a coaster even though my coffee table is glass, because it’s a pain to Windex it every other day.
Then, winter hit, cold set in, and I began finding more things that were broken or not working. The lightswitch next to my front door would only turn on my porch light about 50% of the time. Out of 3 wall heaters, only 1 worked. The other two blew out cold air. I called my landlords, and my friend promised to have her boyfriend come down and fix everything. Two weeks later, he still hadn’t shown up. I called again, and of course, “He’ll come down tomorrow!” A week later, still nothing. I finally called and insisted. Later that evening, the boyfriend (who is 31, by the way, he’s not a kid) showed up with nothing but a spare heating element he had “found in his garage and wasn’t sure if it worked or not”. After sitting on the floor in front of one of the broken heaters for about five minutes, he finally asked me if I could scrounge up a screwdriver and a flashlight so he could take a look at it. I did so (hey, I’m pretty handy, I have a few tools…) and he proceeded to take apart both broken heaters, replace the element in one of them (which still only works about halfway) and swore he’d go purchase another new element for the 2nd heater. On the way out the door, he played around with the lightswitch (translation: he tried turning it off and on several times, to no avail) and promised to come back with a new switch for that, as well. To date? He hasn’t been back. The lightswitch is still broken, one of my heaters only heats up halfway, and the other still blows cold air.
Next came the rodent infestation. It started with a small, incessant scratching noise underneath my kitchen sink. I called my landlord, and asked for mouse traps. “Oh yeah!” she said. “I have a mouse up here, too!” So, she promised (once again) to send her boyfriend down with mouse traps. Two weeks later, I had what I guesstimated to be 3 mice, and still no traps. I called her and told her something to the effect of, “If you guys don’t bring me mouse traps, I’m going to go to the store and get some and I’ll give you the receipt and I’ll take it off next month’s rent.” Amazing what happens when you get firm with someone. That night, her boyfriend brought down ONE PACKAGE of sticky mouse traps. I hate those kind, they’re disgusting, and the mouse never ends up dead, so you have to kill it yourself. But beggars can’t be choosers, so I took them and set them up. Fast forward to a month later, and I had caught a grand total of 5 mice. In the meantime, my mom took pity on me and gave me some of that hardening foam spray that you spray into holes under your sink or in your wall, it expands and hardens, so rodents can’t get in. We also went to Home Depot and I purchased a piece of wood to put in the bottom of the door frame of my living room storage closet. To explain that one, there is about a 2 inch gap between the floor and the bottom of my storage closet’s door - and that door leads to an under-the-stairs area, which is NOT wallboarded, it is simply bare insulation, behind which is my landlords’ garage. So, I figured that’s where the mice were most likely coming into my apartment - through their garage, through the insulation into my closet, and under the door into my apartment. After I boarded that up, I essentially quit having mouse problems.
In the meantime, my “friend” had the nerve to ask me, “What do you do with your trash?” Unsure of what exactly she meant by that, I asked her. “Oh, you know…I don’t mean to imply anything, but do you take your trash out regularly? Maybe the mice are coming in because of your trash.” EXCUSE MOI!? Was she seriously implying that I left trash and food laying around my house so that mice could come in and live vicariously off me? Oh, heck no. This was the same girl who, a week previously, had told me to quit taking out my trash on Saturdays, because that was the day after the garbage man comes, and they needed to put all THEIR trash out (2 adults and 3 kids). The only reason I was doing so was because with 5 people upstairs, the one single, small garbage can was ALWAYS full on Thursday nights, when I would normally take my trash out, so I would take my one bag out on Saturdays when I was guaranteed to fit it in the can. Keep in mind, seeing as I am one single person living in my apartment, I have MAYBE one bag of trash a week. If that.
So. No more mice. Thankfully, at the moment, no more MAJOR problems. Oh, but just you wait until you hear of all the minor things I’ve had to deal with since last fall.
Their kids upstairs are ages 6, 3, and 1 (respectively). They’re loud. REALLY loud. I don’t think those kids are ever required to take their shoes off, or use indoor voices. ALL their floors upstairs, with the exception of the living room (which is over their garage, not my apartment) are hardwood. Imagine…a 25 year old girl wearing clunky heels. A 6′4″ boyfriend wearing work boots. A 6 year old and 3 year old running around in what sound like soccer cleats. And a 1 year old screaming and throwing things, sending them clattering across the floor. Yep, from about 6:30am until about midnight, just about every day, it sounds like World War III upstairs.
Then, there’s the happy couple upstairs. Or, not so happy most of the time. They like to party. They like to get drunk. They like to come home drunk, after partying. They are both extremely loud drunks. My “friend” can be an extremely loud, ANGRY drunk. It would take me more than one hand to count the number of times they have come clunking and clattering their way into their house at 2:30 and 3:00 in the morning, screaming at each other at the top of their lungs. And yes, folks, I have to get up at 5:30 every morning for work. The amount of sleep I’ve lost because of them upstairs is amazing.
I think I’m a courteous tenant. I keep my t.v. at a reasonable volume during the day (if/when I’m home), and after about 8:00 in the evening, I keep it even quieter. I never blast my music unless I am very sure they are all awake and up and about (i.e. Saturday afternoons when I’m cleaning house). I have never once had a party, or anything even resembling a party, and when I’ve had friends over, I’ve made sure they know that after a certain time of night, shouting at the football game or video game is unacceptable.
Do they do the same for me upstairs? The only feasible response to that is, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….*ahem*.”
Usually I pay my landlords rent in cash. The reason I do this is two-fold. One time, at the very beginning, they lost a check I had written them. I had to call my bank, pay a check-cancelling fee, and write them a new check. Secondly, I tend to like my money to come out of my bank account as soon as possible. It makes budgeting much easier.
So, since about last October, I’ve always paid them cash. About two months ago, I decided to be lazy and not make a special trip to the bank to withdraw my rent money, so I wrote them a check. To my surprise, a few days later, they actually deposited it, and the money came out of my account.
A few days even later, my friend calls me. “Um, we tried to deposit your check, but apparently your account is overdrawn so we can’t get the money.” I won’t go into all the reasons that didn’t make sense to me, but basically, first of all, I have overdraft protection regardless. Secondly, I knew I had the money in my account, I keep very close tabs on my bank account. I like to be overly aware of what money I do and do not have, and where it is going at all times.
I told her no, I did have the money, and according to my bank, the money was withdrawn, and she needed to call her bank and find out why they would not cash the check. She did so (a few days later, of course, since apparently they never take care of anything right away…ever) and informed me that their bank told her there must be a problem with MY bank, and that I needed to call them. I had a feeling she had made that up, but to be nice, I called my bank and spoke with an extremely nice customer service representative, who confirmed that the money had been withdrawn and was no longer in their control. She also informed me that many banks have a “holding period” for any check over a certain amount. Apparently these holding periods can be anywhere from 24 to 48 hours, depending on the amount of the check. I am assuming banks use this time period to verify a check is valid and being deposited by the right person, although I’m not really sure because my bank doesn’t do that.
Regardless to say, I went around and around with my friend, telling her that I wasn’t writing them a 2nd check, that it was between them and their bank - and she had the nerve to ask me for a copy of my bank statement so I could prove that the money came out of my account. In response to that I told her no, she could not have a copy of my bank statement, but I would e-mail her a copy of the page in my online banking that showed that 1. I did have the money in my account and 2. it was withdrawn the same day they deposited the check I gave them.
I assume she dropped it because she knew I was right, and I assume their bank finally deposited the money into their account, because I haven’t heard anything else from them about it.
One last story. About two months ago, my internet in my apartment quit working. The internet that is supposed to be included in my rent. To make a long story short, I discovered that my connection through the wireless router upstairs in their house was no longer secured - basically, anyone and their dog in the neighboorhood could steal our internet. So, I explained the situation to my landlords, and asked if I could have my boyfriend (at the time) come up to take a look at it, reset and resecure the network. I’m not kidding - for a MONTH they put us off and put us off, using every excuse in the book from “The baby is sleeping right now” to “we’re on our way out” to “Our computer is broken”. Finally, we cornered them one Saturday while they were working in their yard and asked if we could PLEASE come inside and take a look at it. Said boyfriend discovered that somehow their computer really was broken, and would no longer recognize that there was a wireless router plugged in at all - hence why I had not had internet for weeks. They insisted they were going to get it fixed. A week or so later, it was still not working, and I really need the internet at my house - I do most of my banking online, and I can’t get on that website at my job, the security settings are too high or something. So I asked my friend and she blew me off and said, “Oh yeah, we’re not getting it fixed after all, we just got internet on our phones instead!” Suffice it to say, after a month and a half of going around and around with them regarding the internet, I was told that I would have to buy my own internet connection if I wanted it because they weren’t getting their fixed. So, the internet that is SUPPOSED to be included in my rent is now being paid for by yours truly - and it’s a pretty crappy connection at that. I’m still debating what to do about it, but I’m considering asking my friend if I can take the $35/mo I spend for internet now and deduct it from my rent, since it’s supposed to be included. By the same token, though, I’m wondering if it’s really worth the frustration of (probably) being blown off or sent around the block again, if I’m just going to be moving out in a few months. The jury is still out on that one.
All of the above, suffice it to say, as soon as my lease is up in September, I am looking for a NEW PLACE TO LIVE!!!!!!!!!!
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It’s another one…sorry guys, it’s late and my sleeping pill hasn’t fully kicked in yet. I’m alone in my apartment and it’s dark and I’m feeling introspective again, so bear with me. By the way, I refreshed this page to get it to reload about 37 times, and it took a grand total of 16 minutes before I could get it so that I could write. So this better not get accidentally deleted.
I’m having one of those evenings. Evenings where, once again, I start thinking of a song that has impacted me deeply over the last few days, and I have to write about it, get it out, talk about it, think hard about it, and really, REALLY believe what it has to say. So here goes. The song is “Never Let Go” by the David Crowder Band.
When clouds veil sun
And disaster comes
Oh, my soul
Oh, my soul
When waters rise
And hope takes flight
Oh, my soul
Oh, my soul
Oh, my soul
Ever faithful
Ever true
You I know
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
You never let go
When clouds brought rain
And disaster came
Oh, my soul
Oh, my soul
When waters rose
And hope had flown
Oh, my soul
Oh, my soul
Oh, my soul
Oh, my soul
Overflows
Oh, what love, oh, what love
Oh, my soul
Fills hope
Perfect love that never lets go
Oh, what love, oh, what love
Oh, what love, oh, what love
In joy and pain
In sun and rain
You’re the same
Oh, You never let go
I have days where the sun shines brightly, where I think of all the things I want out of life and the things that are a hundred percent achievable. And then, I have the days where it feels the polar opposite isn’t far enough away from how I should be feeling. When cloud veils sun…when the hope I have in God and His promises are seemingly overshadowed by guilt, shame, things done and things said, things undone and things unsaid…my soul cries out for a shred of something, anything to hold onto, a shred of a promise I know God has given me, a particle of truth.
Still, I can’t help but fall back on the two most profound words in my life right now - But God. On Sunday, I visited a church other than my own, along with my mom and sister. We know some people who go to this other church, and the associate pastor was actually my youth pastor for a few years growing up at my home church. In any case, the church we attended on Sunday was having a guest preacher from California, a man we’ve known for many years who is close friends with our actual pastor. It’s complicated, I know, but it doesn’t really relate to the story at all. So, ignore all that, and just keep in mind that I went to church last Sunday and listened to a pastor preach an amazing sermon.
I won’t go into everything he talked about during his actual sermon, because it’s too much to relate here and would require a bit of background. As grabbing as his sermon was, though, it was what he felt led to pray at the end of it all that I want to talk about here. He said that he felt led to pray for everyone who had felt some sort of loss at some point in their life - whether it was financially, relationally, emotionally, physically, or otherwise - it didn’t matter. The point was, he related those losses as being akin to writing God a blank check. We have to sacrifice those areas of our life, and count them as an offering to God. If we have lost finances, consider them an offering to God for Him to use for His glory. If we have lost relationships, count them as an offering to God, and release those people into God’s hands. If we have lost things relating to our health, consider them an offering to God as well. Whatever the area of our lives are, give them as an offering to God. Here’s the good news, though, being that offering up the most difficult and buried areas of our lives can produce mass amounts of heartache and feeling of loss. In return, eventually, we get to cash in ourselves. Giving things up to God gives us the authority to demand that HE make good on His promises to us. God is a covenantally oriented God - in the Old Testament, it was because they followed the law. Now, it is because of the blood Christ shed on the cross. We are in a covenant relationship with God - when we allow Him to use us, and allow Him to control our lives and destinies a hundred percent, He HAS to fulfill HIs promises to us, it’s non-negotiable.
As people we’re too used to empty promises. We’re used to people being flaky, we’re used to people using US, we’re used to being disappointed in just about every area you can imagine. For me, I’m having to deal with the loss of a father figure in my life, essentially. It’s too late for me to get back my childhood years, when I needed a Daddy, not a man who sat in front of the computer 24/7 and hung out with us only when he was essentially forced to. It’s too late for that - but it’s not too late for me to offer that loss to God, to consider it a sacrifice, and it’s not too late for me to demand that God make good on His promises to ME.
All that to say, this song has been really getting to me. He never lets go, ever. People let go, fathers let go, friends let go. God never lets go. “In joy and pain, in sunshine and rain”, He is ALWAYS the same. People change. God doesn’t. People let us down. God doesn’t. WE change - GOD DOESN’T.
Some of the things I ramble about probably seem like basic, foundational level Christianity topics, but they’re things I’m seeing in a new light for the first time in my life. It’s pretty amazing, and pretty scary, and it hurts a lot of the time - most of the time, actually. But in the end, it will all be beautiful, and I’ll have a lot to show for it - again, cashing in on God’s promises.
Again, if you made it through all that, congratulations. Tomorrow will contain a more lighthearted (yet unfortunately very serious) blog.
“Landlord Wars”. Remember that for tomorrow.
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Will someone tell me why it is that every time I visit a public library, I feel like there’s a large possibility I might contract tuberculosis?
Preface.
As I’ve mentioned in past blogs (I think?) my internet at my house is so crappy these days that I can’t use it. It takes literally 10-30 minutes for any given website to load - and I don’t have hours to spend sitting around waiting to check my e-mail. I signed up for Clearwire about 2 weeks ago, and it started off being slow, but usable, and the last week or so it’s gone significantly downhill to the point where this week I will be returning the modem and asking them to cancel my service. I called them the other night and asked them if there was any way I could get a better connection - basically, the moron on the phone told me to shut off my computer, unplug the router, unplug the modem, plug back in the modem, plug back in the router, and turn my computer back on. To his query of, “Is that better?” I couldn’t help but acquire a somewhat sarcastic tone of voice when I replied, “Uh…is it supposed to be?”, to which he advised me to wait 24 hours to give it a chance to “reset”. Never in my life have I heard of fixing an internet connection by shutting things off, back on, and waiting 2 days to see if it works. Therefore, goodbye Clearwire, hello Verizon (or something where I’ll actually be plugged into a phone line instead of hoping that the clouds outside aren’t impeding the signal I’m trying to pick up with the weird shaped modem Clearwire gives you).
So. All that to say, I’m sitting in a public library near my house, taking advantage of their free wifi. And I knew it was only a matter of time before someone who sounded like they were dying of a lung disease came and sat a few feet away.
Yes, he is there now. A coughing, snorting, newspaper rustling, throat-clearing disease factory. Perhaps I’m being too mean, but it would be nice if every time he sounded like he was hacking up a lung he would at least cover his mouth. I am envisioning little squealing germs parading down the table in my direction shouting, “Get the girl!”
The time I was going to spend here will be cut short, it seems. I could just move tables, but it’s fairly crowded, and whoever’s idea it was to only place one electrical outlet in each corner of the library needs to be fired. I got here early enough to claim mine, but I can’t say I’d find another one. I’m getting hungry anyway, and Panera Bread is calling my name.
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So, I cancelled the website I started. It sucked, put it that way. I mean…I’m sure it doesn’t suck for everyone, but it sucked for me. In order to create a blog, I had to put it on a completely different website, and the templates they give you aren’t really fixable unless you’re fluent in either HTML or CSS (I know smidgens of HTML and can get by, and virtually nothing in CSS).
Luckily, they carry a 90 day money-back guarantee if you’re unsatisfied - see, I’m smart, I go with places I can get refunds from if I’m unhappy.
SO - I’m posing a question to all of you. I still want to do this new blog thing, and I’m willing to pay (but not much, this one I just cancelled was 3 months free then 9 months @ 4.99/mo, so something comparable would be nice) . Does anyone have any brilliant suggestions as to a good hosting site for me to use?
Greatly appreciated. I’m the new kid on the block. No pun intended (or was it?).
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OK, for those of you that are interested, my new website’s URL will be…*drumroll please*…
But, don’t go there yet, and if you do, be prepared to see NOTHING! I haven’t had a chance to actually do anything with it yet…but I’ll keep you posted.
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Unfortunately, while WordPress was a great way to get me into the habit of blogging again, it is no longer suited for someone like myself, who likes to tweak and design and tweak some more…therefore, in the next few days I’ll be switching over to a new website, the domain name of which shall be announced as soon as I get it up and running. (It will still be We Sleep for Dreaming, but the web address will be different.)
Yes, ladies and gents, I, Angi, “the one who does not pay for web services”, is purchasing a domain name.
For those of you who have so kindly added my blog to your Blogrolls (or whatever they call them on sites that are not this one)…bear with me, those links will need to be updated.
Stay tuned.
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