Wyrd (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wyrrlen) wrote,@ 2007-12-12 10:35:00 |
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Drug-induced post?
I mean, if you can call 20oz of coca-cola (oh how I wanted to just type "coke") and two sudafed a drug induced post. It probably doesn't help that I'm a little spacey from a head cold anyway. So I figured that this has got to be the best time to post! It's got all of the benefits of seeing a crazy drunken post, and yet none of the drunken booty call hangover. At least, I hope so.
The House
So...where to start on houses? The one we were going to buy we didn't buy, and there's fun language in the contract we signed about the builder basically having unlimited means to sue and screw us - even talking about them negatively can get us in hot water (and oh gods of the internet, notice I'm not using anyone's name here?). The money we'd invested has been kept and used as part of the threats against us...while it's survivable without, it was on the order of thousands. Last we know the builder sold the house we were building to another family despite their threats that the house was unmarketable because of our changes to their design. Technically, that breaks our contract, but...I'm just kind of hanging out at the moment in case they get a wild hair to pursue legal action.
The OTHER House...or The NEW New House
It's very nice to be in the 180 degrees different new house. Which is bigger, is closer to work/school/friends/family, has an extra bedroom, and has an infinitely better layout. Lissa has already blogged about it a bit herself, but the short story is that we had total chaos moving in there with a nice GE dishwasher disaster that initially wiped out the use of our kitchen. It's all fixed now, but that was a good month-and-a-half delay on all of our unpacking.
Why I shouldn't be allowed to sing Xmas songs
I seem to have developed this problem where I'll start changing the words to christmas songs as I sing them. That tends to create such gems as:
Last Christmas, I gave you fine art
but the very next day you sold it away
this year to save me from tears,
I'll sell it myself on eBay.
or, So this is X-com, and what have you done?
Another turn's over, and the Aliens' has begun.
And as very hairy plasma rains down from above,
Let's hope you brought psi amps for mind control love.
or, Oh there's no fae like gnomes for the holidays.
For no matter how far away they roam,
If you want to be happy for a million miles
for the marching song you can't beat ol' Hi-ho.
And oh yeah, Fantasy Football
Well, I can pretty much blame my multiple week absence on Fantasy football. Again. I think I've got this thing figured out now. I spend so much time each week writing about fantasy football in the league message board, when I could just as easily tweaked a few posts and just double posted them here. I mean, I don't think anyone on this friend's list really wants to read much about fantasy football, but most of my posts have less to do with fantasy football and more to do with making me laugh. So next year I think I'll quit with the more egotistical predictions posts (that wouldn't make as much sense to the casual reader) and more reaction stuff where I can really throw in some jokes. That way I can just double post, save some time, and not appear to completely disappear for a while. Plus, if I need to throw in important information...oh, say like the crazy house stuff, it's not too hard to throw it in on the end of a line. We'll see how that goes. Oh, and one more song bastardized, since it was my favorite re-write of the season while I had Steve Smith of the Carolina Panthers on my roster:
Ain't no touchdowns when he's gone. It's not warm when Jake's away. Ain't no touchdowns when he's gone, and he's always gone too long , when they say it's just a sprain. Wonder this time where Carr's thrown. Wonder if he throws to King? Ain't no touchdowns when Jake's gone, and he's always gone too long any time he goes away.
I mean, if you can call 20oz of coca-cola (oh how I wanted to just type "coke") and two sudafed a drug induced post. It probably doesn't help that I'm a little spacey from a head cold anyway. So I figured that this has got to be the best time to post! It's got all of the benefits of seeing a crazy drunken post, and yet none of the drunken booty call hangover. At least, I hope so.
The House
So...where to start on houses? The one we were going to buy we didn't buy, and there's fun language in the contract we signed about the builder basically having unlimited means to sue and screw us - even talking about them negatively can get us in hot water (and oh gods of the internet, notice I'm not using anyone's name here?). The money we'd invested has been kept and used as part of the threats against us...while it's survivable without, it was on the order of thousands. Last we know the builder sold the house we were building to another family despite their threats that the house was unmarketable because of our changes to their design. Technically, that breaks our contract, but...I'm just kind of hanging out at the moment in case they get a wild hair to pursue legal action.
The OTHER House...or The NEW New House
It's very nice to be in the 180 degrees different new house. Which is bigger, is closer to work/school/friends/family, has an extra bedroom, and has an infinitely better layout. Lissa has already blogged about it a bit herself, but the short story is that we had total chaos moving in there with a nice GE dishwasher disaster that initially wiped out the use of our kitchen. It's all fixed now, but that was a good month-and-a-half delay on all of our unpacking.
Why I shouldn't be allowed to sing Xmas songs
I seem to have developed this problem where I'll start changing the words to christmas songs as I sing them. That tends to create such gems as:
Last Christmas, I gave you fine art
but the very next day you sold it away
this year to save me from tears,
I'll sell it myself on eBay.
or, So this is X-com, and what have you done?
Another turn's over, and the Aliens' has begun.
And as very hairy plasma rains down from above,
Let's hope you brought psi amps for mind control love.
or, Oh there's no fae like gnomes for the holidays.
For no matter how far away they roam,
If you want to be happy for a million miles
for the marching song you can't beat ol' Hi-ho.
And oh yeah, Fantasy Football
Well, I can pretty much blame my multiple week absence on Fantasy football. Again. I think I've got this thing figured out now. I spend so much time each week writing about fantasy football in the league message board, when I could just as easily tweaked a few posts and just double posted them here. I mean, I don't think anyone on this friend's list really wants to read much about fantasy football, but most of my posts have less to do with fantasy football and more to do with making me laugh. So next year I think I'll quit with the more egotistical predictions posts (that wouldn't make as much sense to the casual reader) and more reaction stuff where I can really throw in some jokes. That way I can just double post, save some time, and not appear to completely disappear for a while. Plus, if I need to throw in important information...oh, say like the crazy house stuff, it's not too hard to throw it in on the end of a line. We'll see how that goes. Oh, and one more song bastardized, since it was my favorite re-write of the season while I had Steve Smith of the Carolina Panthers on my roster:
Ain't no touchdowns when he's gone. It's not warm when Jake's away. Ain't no touchdowns when he's gone, and he's always gone too long , when they say it's just a sprain. Wonder this time where Carr's thrown. Wonder if he throws to King? Ain't no touchdowns when Jake's gone, and he's always gone too long any time he goes away.
