This is a rant. Just thought I would warn you.
What is it with people? I had three people tell me today not to take it personally. How can I not take it personally, I am a person, right? I mean- maybe not to them, to them I am just the customer service auto-bot on the other side of their phone, but when they start yelling at me and then say that I shouldn't take it personally, well?? What do they expect? For example:
"Don't take this personally, but that is so stupid. How %!@&% stupid are you, $%#@@??!!" It what way can I not take that personally.
"I don't care what it says, I KNOW you didn't mail it then. You are TRYING to make me late. You have to mail it sooner." When I tell them that I can't mail it sooner than we print it and that I can't control the USPS, "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Don't take take this personally but what the hell is wrong with you?"
Next time someone tells me not to take it personally, I will tell ask them how they would like me to take it, minerally? Vegetablly?
Don't take this personally.
My computer
My computer is up and running. I have my mouse back! I have my keyboard back! My hard drive! My music! I will be honest though. It is very chilly down here and everything is still qute the disaster. I am not sure how much time I will spend down here computing. Perhaps once I get everything a bit more organized, the walls painted. my TV hooked up, my books put away, maybe then it will feel a bit more like home. Right now it is a bit stark. It is nice to have my computer back though. It definatly helps this place feel a bit more like home. Pictures are coming.
We've moved
I still feel like I am living in someone else's house. I am living out of boxes. This should get better shortly. I did find flooring I like.
moving.
So after looking at my last post, I realized, its exactly 1 month to the day that we will be moving to the new place. We are moving on the 28th. No. I'm not ready. I'm not ready to move. I'm not ready to say goodbye to my old room. My old familiar street. I don't have much of a choice. I will be ready by the 28th, mostly because I will be sick of boxes.
I got a card from my first 'boys' today. God I feel old. My little Ben is 15 years old!!!!! Eek!! I can remember him stepping on ants with my brother and being impressed because my brother can step on so many at once. I remember Nicholas coming home from the hospital, so tiny. Now 13 years old, apparently girls think he's "hot" umm. NO! Hes just a little boy! I know he would DIE if he knew I was saying this but my goodness!!! We used to play with bubbles together. The look on his face when I told him to hit the birdie in badmitton, 'You hit the - birdie??!!!' They grow up too fast.
my house is for sale.
There is a sign out front and everything. Its kinda surreal. Not quite sure what to do with it. I feel a bit out of it. 
I grew up in this house. This is MY house. Of course, I get upset when they move my cube at work but I get over that quickly too. I am sure I will like the new place as well. I just need to move there and make it MY house.
