Well, listening to the radio this morning I discovered that there’s a new crime just discovered in Pontiac. Apparently, Oakland county investigators were tipped off that some freak was breaking into crypts and playing with the bones of long dead and recently dead people. He’d broken the lock off the crypt, replaced it with his own and went about his very macabre business. Investigators say that four bodies are still missing….hmmm….I bet he brought them home.
Well, no further bites on the Escort. PLEASE BUY MY CAR!
Okay. That little aside out of the way, the weekend went great. Three days off should have seemed a bit longer, but it didn’t. I went to a baby shower, out to eat with the in laws, and hosted an ad hoc barbeque for Memorial Day. We had nine people at our house at one time! I even managed to get a pretty mean looking sunburn. Maybe I won’t look quite so white for much longer. Or maybe not.
On a lighter note 
I got my first inquiry about the Escort yesterday. Ad ad is in the Trading Times for metro Detroit and it seems that at least one 15-year-old girl is interested in the car. I’m crossing my fingers that somebody will buy it. PLEASE?!
Thanks to MetLife’s really crappy insurance policies, I have been rejected for life insurance. Yup. You heard me right. At twenty five years old, I am too big of a death liability to be covered by their stupid company. Why, you ask? Well, cancer (cured six years ago) and anemia (under control). It’s a pile of crap. We’re willing to pay for the policy, but the company feels that I’m not worth their coverage. BTW, this is through the man’s place of employment. To make matters worse, this decision has really screwed up our future family plans. I was going to be a SAHM. Now, I don’t know if that’s a possibility. What a piece of shit company.
Well, I was awarded the pleasure of putting out a grease fire yesterday on my stove. I don’t cook, so any grease fire is completely unexpected. The man was outside doing yard work and BBQ’ing at the same time. I was inside making cheesy potatoes on the stove. A few days ago, he had a similar cheesy potato mix boil over, leaving a crust of god knows what on the burner. Well…it started on fire and I had to put it out. Now, my house stinks. Fortunately, he felt so guilty that he cleaned it up. My stove has never looked better.
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So it’s finally Friday. This week has been rather uneventful. I’ve eaten too many Pizza Rolls and chocolate chip cookies for my own good. I mean, how many more greasy cheese and pepperoni stuffed snacks could I possibly ingest? Anyway…
Aside from my complete lack of motivation, the weather isn’t cooperating. If it were just sunny instead of rainy maybe Michigan would seem like a more welcoming place. Sure my yard looks stellar because of the past three or four days of rain, but com on! I want summer. And, yes, I’m pouting. Again.
Well, my car is officially fixed after the little incident in the parking lot. I didn’t have to pay a red cent as a result of my no fault insurance. The front bumper looks like new. They even washed the car inside and out. Ahhhh…the fresh, clean scent of clean leather.
Well, the sister e-mailed and said that a train wreck occurred in London basically outside her front door. It was so close that the motorcade with Prince Charles went directly past her front door. I honestly heard nothing about it on US news (not that I watch CNN all the time), but then again the only important news in the US is that news that directly pertains to us. We are such snobs.
Here’s a bit of info about the deadly crash: London Crash Info
Blah. Blah, blah, blah.
What a horrible day. It’s murky and stormy outside…in fact, it’s so dark out there that I have to have my light on in my office. I just wish that Michigan weather wasn’t so awful sometimes. Aside from the weather it really is a lovely state.
Anyway, the man is going rafting this weekend in Pennsylvania. He insists that it will be a warm, sunny time. I on the other hand have a sneaking suspicion that the weekend will be cold and blustery with little joy to be had. He didn’t even bring rain gear. Ha! I fully expect him to come home with chapped lips and chattering teeth. Then, I’ll tell him how I told him so.
It’s wednesday and what exactly are you doing? All is well in my world. I think I’ve got my first independent job creating a web site. It’s only got five or so pages, but at least it will allow me to begin compiling a portfolio that includes other sites besides my private ones.
Also, the man sent me an amazing link to a search engine that is anything but normal. KartOO is a completely visual search engine that is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s not often that I find things on the ‘net that are new and orginal. KartOO is certainly both.
So I’m standing innocently in Target while gazing longingly at various DVD titles. It’s then that I hear this apparently deranged woman talking loudly to her friend about how good See Spot Run was for a movie. She then proceeds to say how bad Snatch was. Then, to make matters even worse the crazy lady compared O Brother, Where Art Thou? to the Three Stooges and stated point bland how bad the movie stunk. Apparently, to appreciate the film you need more than two brain cells rubbing together on occasion. I felt like turning to crazy lady and exclaiming something to the effect of “I know you think that low budget crap comedies are the best movies on the face of the earth, but it’s not all bad to have to think about what you’re watching.”
I guess that’s the mentality you get when you make the mistake of looking at movies at Target. Needless to say I had to hold back my laughter and leave the aisle before I did something really bad.
