Monday, February 27, 2006
Hell no, I won't go
So, I stayed at my dad's house until he wrote me a check.
Last night was his birthday so I knew he'd be going out and would want me gone before he left (not, like, didnt want me around, because thats not the issue. Just wanted to make sure I was on my way and everything was settled before he went out to celebrate).
So I just did a sit-in at my dad's.
I got $188. I have to hold the check til the 1st but woo!
In other news, if you are in Celeb Worship, youve heard this story but its really good so I have to share:
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ønce again, I have a strange encounter with a D-lister.
I was outside the bar we were to play at last night (friday night), waiting for someone to open the place so we could load in our equipment.
And next door, Flock of Seagulls are doing a soundcheck.
So I go in because I'm sorta pushy like that.
Long story short, I end up drinkin with the band while they practiced "Space Age Love Song"
So, I stayed at my dad's house until he wrote me a check.
Last night was his birthday so I knew he'd be going out and would want me gone before he left (not, like, didnt want me around, because thats not the issue. Just wanted to make sure I was on my way and everything was settled before he went out to celebrate).
So I just did a sit-in at my dad's.
I got $188. I have to hold the check til the 1st but woo!
In other news, if you are in Celeb Worship, youve heard this story but its really good so I have to share:
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ønce again, I have a strange encounter with a D-lister.
I was outside the bar we were to play at last night (friday night), waiting for someone to open the place so we could load in our equipment.
And next door, Flock of Seagulls are doing a soundcheck.
So I go in because I'm sorta pushy like that.
Long story short, I end up drinkin with the band while they practiced "Space Age Love Song"
Thursday, February 23, 2006
If only I were Italian. And on the Sopranos
My father has sunk to an all time low.
So, to help earn myself some money and to help him pay off his 3500$ debt to me, I have been going to san antonio every week to help him do some ebay stuff. I take 70% of the selling price, 35% to help pay off debt and 35% for my fee for the work.
as of right now, he owes me a total of 177. This is for a few weeks work.
So i call him just now to see if I can come to town tomorrow to do some more work and pick up that money as now that I am not baby sitting, I am without any income and I will not get paid from this new job for maybe 3 or 4 weeks.
"We'll have to see" he says.
It isnt money out of his pocket. It is money *I* worked for.
Ste
so, we are now going to play the "Lets see if Stephanie can make $17 last for 3 weeks" game.
My father has sunk to an all time low.
So, to help earn myself some money and to help him pay off his 3500$ debt to me, I have been going to san antonio every week to help him do some ebay stuff. I take 70% of the selling price, 35% to help pay off debt and 35% for my fee for the work.
as of right now, he owes me a total of 177. This is for a few weeks work.
So i call him just now to see if I can come to town tomorrow to do some more work and pick up that money as now that I am not baby sitting, I am without any income and I will not get paid from this new job for maybe 3 or 4 weeks.
"We'll have to see" he says.
It isnt money out of his pocket. It is money *I* worked for.
Ste
so, we are now going to play the "Lets see if Stephanie can make $17 last for 3 weeks" game.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
george bush doesn't care about cheesecake
So.
Tax office will send my w-2.
up to 15 calendar days.
So I just have to hope that I can convince my employers to wait.
Also, I think most of you missed this on the boards so I'm posting it here because 1) its sorta funny and spooky and 2) I love talking about myself.
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I found out something this weekend.
By now, you all know the name Harry Whittington.
And many of you will know that the man our VP shot was from Austin.
But the connection between myself and that "accident" does not stop there.
Oh no.
See, a few weeks back, there was a fire on 5th street that destroyed the commercial kitchen I had been using for my bakery. It also took out my friend's (and my band's drummer) dance stuido. It almost nearly took out local community radio station KOOP.
And then 2 weeks later another fire hits the same spot, almost as if to finish the job. KOOP is gone as are several rehersal spaces used by my friends' bands.
That is spooky enough.
And I found out this weekend who owned that building.
None other than Harry Whittington.
I'm starting to fear that this administration hates community radio, modern dance, and my baked goods.
So.
Tax office will send my w-2.
up to 15 calendar days.
So I just have to hope that I can convince my employers to wait.
Also, I think most of you missed this on the boards so I'm posting it here because 1) its sorta funny and spooky and 2) I love talking about myself.
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I found out something this weekend.
By now, you all know the name Harry Whittington.
And many of you will know that the man our VP shot was from Austin.
But the connection between myself and that "accident" does not stop there.
Oh no.
See, a few weeks back, there was a fire on 5th street that destroyed the commercial kitchen I had been using for my bakery. It also took out my friend's (and my band's drummer) dance stuido. It almost nearly took out local community radio station KOOP.
And then 2 weeks later another fire hits the same spot, almost as if to finish the job. KOOP is gone as are several rehersal spaces used by my friends' bands.
That is spooky enough.
And I found out this weekend who owned that building.
None other than Harry Whittington.
I'm starting to fear that this administration hates community radio, modern dance, and my baked goods.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
They like me. They really like me!
So
I now have 2 job offers.
Dell
and Cingular.
And I'm torn.
So, I need your help. I'm not saying I'll take the job based on your advice. Just that want to hear what you think. Plus, I like it when people talk about me.
So, Dell. Big company. 22,000 base plus an expected 5k in comission annually. And that means sales. But with sales I could make a lot more. Its a farther commute. But their benefits are better (including assistance for people looking to adopt).
Cingular. Big company. Not AS big but big. 23,5 base. No extras. I don't have to drive to Round Rock. Normal benifits. NOT SALES. FAR less stress. seems more relaxed.
Hours I'd work would be about the same.
So is how much money before stress is not a factor?
What do ya'll think?
updated to add:
I was wrong.
http://www.cingular.com/about/careers_benefits
Look about 3/4 of the way down.
So
I now have 2 job offers.
Dell
and Cingular.
And I'm torn.
So, I need your help. I'm not saying I'll take the job based on your advice. Just that want to hear what you think. Plus, I like it when people talk about me.
So, Dell. Big company. 22,000 base plus an expected 5k in comission annually. And that means sales. But with sales I could make a lot more. Its a farther commute. But their benefits are better (including assistance for people looking to adopt).
Cingular. Big company. Not AS big but big. 23,5 base. No extras. I don't have to drive to Round Rock. Normal benifits. NOT SALES. FAR less stress. seems more relaxed.
Hours I'd work would be about the same.
So is how much money before stress is not a factor?
What do ya'll think?
updated to add:
I was wrong.
http://www.cingular.com/about/careers_benefits
Look about 3/4 of the way down.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Water Water Everywhere...Almost
update on watergate 2006
finally got ahold of someone at the HOA who told me he'd have to "check with the president of the HOA" and get back to me.
which, of course, he didnt do.
So I called our city manager, city council offices, and so on and so forth.
I finally worked my way to the legal department at the city utilities.
I explained the situation for the 80th time. Also explained that I had called the news about this situation. I had a tenative meeting @ 2pm with the producer of 7 On Your Side. which I did.
Nice City Lawyer Lady told me to bring by a copy of my deed showing the date I took ownership of the property.
I did just that. Spoke to 2 of the 4 big supervisors there. In person.
I was told that the HOA had not paid water since july 2004.
I told them that I had no connection with the property or the HOA until May 24th 2005. I had also told this to damn near every person I spoke to.
But maybe it was the fact that I was there, face to face. Or the fact that they finally realised I was not going anywhere until I had some sort of answer I was satisfied with.
But they said that if I paid the water dating from when I took over the property, they'd turn water on and put water in my name from here on out.
And while it is not the MOST fair answer, it is the most reasonable.
Next, negotiating with my HOA to take the 261 off future hoa fees. plus $40 a month for the water I will now be paying. Plus $20 since no one mows my lawn and I have to hire some kid to do it. Plus $26 for the fact that I now pay for my own trash services.
I figure my HOA fees have gone down to about 11$ a month
update on watergate 2006
finally got ahold of someone at the HOA who told me he'd have to "check with the president of the HOA" and get back to me.
which, of course, he didnt do.
So I called our city manager, city council offices, and so on and so forth.
I finally worked my way to the legal department at the city utilities.
I explained the situation for the 80th time. Also explained that I had called the news about this situation. I had a tenative meeting @ 2pm with the producer of 7 On Your Side. which I did.
Nice City Lawyer Lady told me to bring by a copy of my deed showing the date I took ownership of the property.
I did just that. Spoke to 2 of the 4 big supervisors there. In person.
I was told that the HOA had not paid water since july 2004.
I told them that I had no connection with the property or the HOA until May 24th 2005. I had also told this to damn near every person I spoke to.
But maybe it was the fact that I was there, face to face. Or the fact that they finally realised I was not going anywhere until I had some sort of answer I was satisfied with.
But they said that if I paid the water dating from when I took over the property, they'd turn water on and put water in my name from here on out.
And while it is not the MOST fair answer, it is the most reasonable.
Next, negotiating with my HOA to take the 261 off future hoa fees. plus $40 a month for the water I will now be paying. Plus $20 since no one mows my lawn and I have to hire some kid to do it. Plus $26 for the fact that I now pay for my own trash services.
I figure my HOA fees have gone down to about 11$ a month
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Hurray for takeout
hey..
hey...
I got a joke for ya'll.
so, a girl finds out her homeowners association has not paid the water bill in over a year......
*rimshot*
After much sleuthing, I found out that since several of my neighbors had not paid HOA fees in, like, a billion years, they turned off water in units (My townhouse is sorta set up like a duplex where there are 2 homes per unit) where HOA fees had not been paid.
So that means my neighbor has not paid HOA
which means I got screwed.
I talked to one of the neighbors who, apparently, has some sort of connection with the HOA who told me who to call and let them know what was going on and blah blah blah.
Called. Voice Mail. At least voice mail was more than I was able to get before.
But, fuck, ya'll. I mean, they hadn't paid since before I even PURCHASED my place.
Shit on a stick.
hey..
hey...
I got a joke for ya'll.
so, a girl finds out her homeowners association has not paid the water bill in over a year......
*rimshot*
After much sleuthing, I found out that since several of my neighbors had not paid HOA fees in, like, a billion years, they turned off water in units (My townhouse is sorta set up like a duplex where there are 2 homes per unit) where HOA fees had not been paid.
So that means my neighbor has not paid HOA
which means I got screwed.
I talked to one of the neighbors who, apparently, has some sort of connection with the HOA who told me who to call and let them know what was going on and blah blah blah.
Called. Voice Mail. At least voice mail was more than I was able to get before.
But, fuck, ya'll. I mean, they hadn't paid since before I even PURCHASED my place.
Shit on a stick.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
At least I was able to watch cable tv
So, I've been slightly ill the last week. Mild fever, body ache, nose like a faucet. Ya know, real sexy stuff.
But over the weekend, my fever broke so I figured I was over the worst.
I was babysitting last night. Fell asleep around 9:30. Woke at midnight with a killer headache that started in my lower jaw and radiated up to my temples and down to my shoulders. I was wondering if maybe I had been clenching my jaw in my sleep.
I took a motrin IB I found in the kitchen cabinet and went to lay back down. The kids mom got home about 20 minutes later and I drove home, rubbing my head.
Got home safe, disrobed, settled on the couch.
Headache turned to killer chest pain and dry heaving. For a half hour I debating going to the hospital as the pain in my torso got worse.
"What if I have a heart attack"
I'm not one who takes pleasure in going to a doctor and anything potentially serious is shrugged off with a "I just need some sleep", but this time, I felt there was a possibility that if I did that, I wouldn't wake up.
I got back in my car and drove the couple miles to St. David's. I parked and, at a snail's pace, walked into the ER.
Explained my symptoms. After a quick taking of the vitals (101 fever, 140/90 BP [mine is normally 120-130 /70-80) they took me into a room.
Word to the wise. Yes, when you are in a bit of a panic and think your heart may stop on you any second and you decide to quickly get dressed to go see a medical professional at 2:30 am, please, remember to put on underwear because in addition to worrying about your impending doom, you'll also worry about flashing your less than desirable backside to some X-ray tech as he takes pictures of the inside of your chest.
So, yeah, Dr came in. He suspected that what had been cedar fever turned into a sinus infection along with a HARSH respiratory infection but ordered an EKG and chest x-rays to rule out anything else (due to the history of heart problems in my family, and, obviously my weight)
3 hours later, I was able to get dressed back in my street clothes and come home.
So, I've been slightly ill the last week. Mild fever, body ache, nose like a faucet. Ya know, real sexy stuff.
But over the weekend, my fever broke so I figured I was over the worst.
I was babysitting last night. Fell asleep around 9:30. Woke at midnight with a killer headache that started in my lower jaw and radiated up to my temples and down to my shoulders. I was wondering if maybe I had been clenching my jaw in my sleep.
I took a motrin IB I found in the kitchen cabinet and went to lay back down. The kids mom got home about 20 minutes later and I drove home, rubbing my head.
Got home safe, disrobed, settled on the couch.
Headache turned to killer chest pain and dry heaving. For a half hour I debating going to the hospital as the pain in my torso got worse.
"What if I have a heart attack"
I'm not one who takes pleasure in going to a doctor and anything potentially serious is shrugged off with a "I just need some sleep", but this time, I felt there was a possibility that if I did that, I wouldn't wake up.
I got back in my car and drove the couple miles to St. David's. I parked and, at a snail's pace, walked into the ER.
Explained my symptoms. After a quick taking of the vitals (101 fever, 140/90 BP [mine is normally 120-130 /70-80) they took me into a room.
Word to the wise. Yes, when you are in a bit of a panic and think your heart may stop on you any second and you decide to quickly get dressed to go see a medical professional at 2:30 am, please, remember to put on underwear because in addition to worrying about your impending doom, you'll also worry about flashing your less than desirable backside to some X-ray tech as he takes pictures of the inside of your chest.
So, yeah, Dr came in. He suspected that what had been cedar fever turned into a sinus infection along with a HARSH respiratory infection but ordered an EKG and chest x-rays to rule out anything else (due to the history of heart problems in my family, and, obviously my weight)
3 hours later, I was able to get dressed back in my street clothes and come home.
Monday, February 06, 2006
My 57 year old son
So, Friday night, sometime around midnight, my phone rings.
I look at the display and its my dad's number.
first thought "Fuck. My dad's in the hospital and someone is calling to let me know."
So I do what I do when faced with something serious.
I avoid it.
I check my voice mail 15 minutes later unable to live with the guilt.
My dad is fine. In fact, he's so fine he's drunk dialing me.
Yes. Drunk Dialed.
By my dad.
"Hey Steph. It's your little old dad! (insert chuckle). I'm at this bar off San Pedro and Oblate. I think you'd like it. I just wanted to say that, ya know, we should be closer and tell eachother what's going on in our lives. We're like the only family we've got, man [note: My dad calls me "man". heh]. Give me a call. Bye"
So I call him the next day.
*ring* *ring*
"Hello"
"Hey Dad"
"Hey! (pause) So, what's up"
"Just returning your call from last night"
"I...called you??"
"Yeah"
"Man. Was I drunk?"
"I think so"
"I wasn't driving was I?"
"No"
"Oh thats good"
"You were at some bar off Oblate"
"Oh, you've been there?"
"No (said in confusion)"
"Oh, how'd you know what bar I was at"
"You told me"
"Man. I was drunk"
So, Friday night, sometime around midnight, my phone rings.
I look at the display and its my dad's number.
first thought "Fuck. My dad's in the hospital and someone is calling to let me know."
So I do what I do when faced with something serious.
I avoid it.
I check my voice mail 15 minutes later unable to live with the guilt.
My dad is fine. In fact, he's so fine he's drunk dialing me.
Yes. Drunk Dialed.
By my dad.
"Hey Steph. It's your little old dad! (insert chuckle). I'm at this bar off San Pedro and Oblate. I think you'd like it. I just wanted to say that, ya know, we should be closer and tell eachother what's going on in our lives. We're like the only family we've got, man [note: My dad calls me "man". heh]. Give me a call. Bye"
So I call him the next day.
*ring* *ring*
"Hello"
"Hey Dad"
"Hey! (pause) So, what's up"
"Just returning your call from last night"
"I...called you??"
"Yeah"
"Man. Was I drunk?"
"I think so"
"I wasn't driving was I?"
"No"
"Oh thats good"
"You were at some bar off Oblate"
"Oh, you've been there?"
"No (said in confusion)"
"Oh, how'd you know what bar I was at"
"You told me"
"Man. I was drunk"