Sunday, February 21, 2010

My old friend Pacey

Ok, admit it. You have all watched Dawson's Creek at one point in your life. I'm laying in bed, watching reruns and Dawson came on. It was one of my favorite episodes. It's the one where Jonathan Lipnicki (from Jerry Maguire) was on it as a kid who was in the Capeside Mentor program. Pacey had landed himself in some sort of trouble (big shock!) and he was assigned to be Jonathan's Mentor. When they first met, he kept calling Pacey Pissy. I laughed so hard it hurt. Do you remember this one? If not, you're missing out! It's also the one where Pacey had to go pick Joey up after she tried to spend the weekend with her college boyfriend AJ, only to find out there was another girl. He then proceeded to pull off the side of the road and finally kiss Joey to show him how he felt. Don't even get me started on Andie's hair! Dude, she has some MAJOR root action going on. I know it was just the WB, but I'm sure she had some money for a decent colorist if not trying to do it (gasp!) herself.

Dawson used to come on before Felicity on the now defunt WB. Brandi and I used to get on our respective couches and watch the two episodes on Wednesday nights. Then we would proceed to watch a movie where I would not even make it through the opening credits most of the time. She always knew I would never make it, but she always indulged me. Brandi was a great friend to have as a roomie!

On a different note, I am in the process of gutting my condo. As you may or may not know, I let someone rent it while I was away with the whole Army phase. Well, it is a mess now! I have had to do a lot of stuff to repair the place and I am nowhere near finished! So, the short version of this very long saga is to never rent a place that you care about.

Ok, so I'm going to lay back down now and go to bed. I hope to talk to you soon! Big props to Angie for my first comment! Yeah, I feel validated that someone is taking their time to actually read my blog. Talk to me soon, guys!

It's just me

Hello, I doubt anyone reads this, so I guess I am talking to myself. But, I'll keep on since I'm such great company. I am currently off from work for a bit. I have to have some tests ran and they think I might have something called Crone's Disease. I don't know a lot about it, but from what I hear, I do not want it. I'm hopeful that it's all just a big mix-up. If not, I guess I'll have to adjust my lifestyle and try to figure out where to go from here.

I reconnected with someone from my past this week and she and I had an amazing friendship growing up. We were from different parts of the state, but we had family that lived next door to each other and that is how we met. Well, to be honest, their farms were across the street from each other! Now we were both city girls, but I loved being able to go spend time with my Great Aunt. For one, because I loved her so much and two, my friend may be at her Grannie's for the same "vacation."

For one reason, or another, we grew apart. It's not as easy to be 18 as it is 8. But, I've thought about her many times over the years and we have kept in contact through her Grannie. But, she passed away this weekend. At the funeral, we were able to speak and I hope that I have this old friend back in my life for good. We still live in different parts of the state, but since I'm old enough to find my way there and back, I'm hopeful this is the beginning of the middle of our friendship. (We've already had the beginning, remember?) This lady and her sister are two of the strongest women I know. They have had to endure so much in their short lives, I don't know how I would have been able to make it through all the obstacles they have had placed in front of them. You are both a tremendous role model for your children. I know, I'm talking to them like they might read this. Who knows, maybe they'll get really bored one day and check it out.

Now, for the funny part of this as you all know, my nephew called me a sweet name when he was little. It was cute and it just stuck with some people. Now, I haven't seen or talked to my new old friend directly in at least ten years or more. As an adult, she has the same nickname as me! We had some fantastic times and some sad ones as well. The point I'm trying to make here is that you should stay in contact with as many friends as you can. Once you get older, you'll realize that you need them in your life. Whether it is for a hug, a night on the town or just a conversation.

Ok, I'm done now. I'll talk to you soon. Hugs, love and kisses...



Hello everyone. I am sitting here trying to figure out why my arm feels like it's about to fall off. No one has hit me, there were no games of Slug Bug in my immediate past and it just hurts. It could be that I'm a big baby. I don't deny it. It's true. I'm not that good with pain. I could blame it on sleeping funny on it, but it just started hurting during the middle of the day. Maybe if I forget about it, the pain will go away. I'll keep you posted, I'm sure you are on the edge of your seat with concern! Talk to me soon...

Acne and AARP?

So, I'm minding my own business and decided I should look at my bank account since I was bored. It helps to know that there's still money in there, right? So, I log in and start wasting time when what do my wondering eyes land upon? You guessed it, some crazy items that I did not authorize. After a bit more digging, I became quite confused. There were a whole bunch of things on there that I did not recognize.

I get out my handy little phone and start making calls. Whoever thought to put a phone number beside a charge was a genius. I think they deserve a new tube of mascara, you know it was a girl, may as well give her something to make her pretty. Anyway, back to the story. I got the first place on the phone and on my statement it said Pro Active Solution with the charge amount. I got them on the phone and started asking a few questions and told them my situation. They asked if I had ever bought their product and I told them I wasn't sure what they sold. I asked if they were a management or consulting company. The lady said no. I asked what type of product they sold and she said ProActive Solutions. Still I'm not picking up on the ProActive part of it, just the solution. I told her that I'm sorry, but I still don't know what type of service they provide. She proceeded to tell me that it is for acne medicine. At that point, a little light went on and I realized what this company was. I told her that I did not order anything from them and would they please reverse the charges. Before I got off the phone, I did have the common sense to ask who the item was shipped to, and she replied....I cannot tell you that, for privacy protection. Privacy, are you kidding me?! I'm paying for the stuff!

The next call I made was to a company called Get My G. Before I called this place, I Googled it to see if it was something I would recognize. But, alas, my trusty friend Google let me down. So, I made another phone call. I was on hold for about 10 minutes and it kept telling me I was next in line to get an operator and I just needed to continue to hold. So, I kept waiting and no one ever came. It reminded me of that Friends episode where Phoebe waited on hold for like three days trying to get someone to answer the phone. I wasn't about to do that, so I abandonded Get My G at that point and moved onto the next.

This phone call was to AARP. Now, I knew a bit about AARP, according to the commercials, they sell insurance or something. So, I got them on the phone and I explained my situation to this person and she responded by saying that I didn't sound old enough to be a member of AARP. Now, I know I sound like a 12-year-old little girl on the phone, but give me a break! That annoyed me, until she told me that you had to be 55 to be a member.

I went to the bank bright and somewhat early Monday morning and told them of my situation. There were still about 10 pending charges according to the lady at the bank. She read them off to me and I told her which ones were not mine and off we go to fill out the paperwork.

Today, I received a phone call from the fraud division of the bank asking me a few questions. There were a few other charges that had cleared overnight and they wanted to make sure they weren't mine as well. Turns out, the fraud person from the bank was someone I went to high school with and she told me what Get My G was since I had never been able to get in touch with them. It was really funny...are you ready? It was Get My GED.

So, all in all, the person who stole my number had ordered acne medicine, wrinkle cream, joined AARP, gotten their GED, downloaded a bunch of music and ordered socks and panties. It just doesn't all add up, but my money was credited, so I guess that's all that really matters! Hope your week is going better than mine!

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Where have all the Firemen gone?

Hello again! It's a good thing that no Firemen live in my house. I went off today and left the stove on and a candle burning!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Ghosts of Boyfriends Past?

I have had some strange dreams the last few weeks. It always involves one or more of my past boyfriends. Sometimes there are other people that have been in my life at some point, not necessarily during the same time period, so it's kinda kooky! It makes me wonder why all these people are showing up in my dreams. I know that dreams are just thoughts that I didn't have time to think of during the day, but these are some crazy scenes! You're curious, aren't you?

Ok, I'll tell you about last night. I have always had a mad crush on Harry Connick Jr, but what girl hasn't, right? I'm at this place. I'm not sure what it is, I am in college, I think, but the classes are in my house. I have lecture halls at my home, how cool would that have been? Anyway, it wasn't a dorm situation. It was literally a house. There was a front porch and a kitchen and I had a bedroom. I also recall a bathroom and there were some other people. Harry was my professor and he and I had something going. So, I'm in my bedroom getting ready for class, then I flash into the bathroom where I'm in my pajamas and Harry is there too. We're talking about how we wish we were able to go out in public and show everyone we are together. I'm not really sure why we couldn't. Then it flashes into the kitchen where I'm talking with a set of parents. But, they weren't mine, they were Harry's. His mom was trying to comfort me about not being able to flaunt our relationship. Then, I realized I needed to go class. So, off I go to finish getting ready.

When coming down the stairs, with my backpack on and ready to make the long trip to class. The police were there. They had Harry in handcuffs (now there's a visual!) and they were taking him away. At this point, I start yelling that Harry wasn't the reason I was at the house it was Homer. Homer? I was asking myself the same question. Out from nowhere pops this other guy who says that he was Homer and he and I were dating. Homer Connick? Yes, I made him up, but he looked like an old boyfriend of mine. It was really strange...anyway, I digress.

He said that Harry shouldn't be arrested. I'm still fuzzy as to why he was getting arrested in the first place. I told Homer and Harry not to worry. I had two of the city's best lawyers on speed dial and I would have them both meet him there and for him not to say anything until they got there. So, I called Michael Baldwin and Sandy Cohen. Sound familiar? They're both TV lawyers, know the shows? I'm not telling!

Anyway, things all were sorted out with Sandy and Michael. They had all the charges dropped and we were all able to go home. I'm not really sure what relevance this had. But, it was just really strange.