Barb, glad to hear your lawyer laughed and can wipe the floor with her. It seems pretty frivolous. It's not like your name is Stephen King or something. And if the names are common, then all the more reason it's a BS lawsuit.
ION- it's day 4 of elevator not working. The service company has put duct tape across the door. And that's it. I'm waiting for the property management manager to get back from lunch, and I'm opening both barrels. I gotta do grocery shopping, which I can't do cause I am not hauling a ton of groceries up 33 steps. And I got laundry to do (well, I already did shorts/socks because I was in the red zone), but I'm not hauling no 50#'s of laundry down 17 steps. And to top it off, my phone number is STILL not in the front door caller, so I can't even call for food delivery, without having to walk down 2 flights of stairs. And I sure can't carry a pizza up 2 flight of stairs on crutches.
IOON- Crazy Tea Bagger Uncle. Well, his wife just sent a petition about the egg recall, and how we need to crack the whip on the FDA and USDA. I explained that would take tax money, as the previous administration stripped the agencies of funding. Crazy, huh.
Well, his wife just sent a petition about the egg recall, and how we need to crack the whip on the FDA and USDA.
But government regulation is bad. It's trusting in the good will and pure motives of business that has made this country great.
Yeah. Let the market fix the problem. People who buy bad eggs will get sick and die, and the companies that sell bad eggs will go out of business. Problem solved.
All hail the hypnotoad!
How are Hypnotoad eggs, anyway?
How are Hypnotoad eggs, anyway?
Not great for use in baking, but make a fantastic Hypnotoad Eggs Benedict.
All hail the Hypnotoad Eggs Benedict!
Careful, those eggs Benedict will be a bunch of traitors!
I called the management office. Got bounced around to a hanful of representives. "I'm the new person in charge of repairs, so I haven't heard about these issues before..." Fine, I'll e-mail you the list AGAIN. And this time I e-mailed the president and managing partner as well. And it looks like they are "waiting on a part" for the elevator and it won't be fixed all weekend.
Be careful not to put all the Hypnotoad eggs in one basket. They could reach critical mass.
Elevator~ma to omnis, license~ma to Joe and mom~ma to Matt.
I wrote this post about three hours ago, and debated if to post it here or not. Between now and then, I watched Terriers and had late dinner, and I'm feeling a lot better. But what I wrote still valids (grammar?):
I don't need brackets, but this is the first Yom Kippur in the past few years I don't secretly fast in (secretly because my family is Oh So Secular); it doesn't feel like a special day at all anymore, so I don't feel the need to act differently. Somehow, in the past year, I lost this part of faith. Maybe I've gone native with too much sociology, "the secular science", but I fear I'm too scared to believe anything greater or more grand than structures of human lives and their consequences at this point. It's not that I don't find beautiful, fascinating things there - but I miss this unscientific, noble faith. I didn't thought I lost it until today. I know it was a hard year with a lot of blows for me to take, but I didn't thought it will seriously effect anything.
I guess it did. In the past few months, I grew short tempered and mistook it for growing a character/personality. I was easy to judge others' behaviors when these effected me personally, even though my basic faith in basic rights of all people grew stronger. And the weirder of all, I started crying at movies and TV shows - something I've never done before. Despite I found more positive sides to the processes above, I lost a perspective, a reason and an equant I have no idea now how to gain back.
And I want it back. I can't imagine an existence without believing in something greater and more grand and grant. But this year, I couldn't find the reason, the inner motive to believe.
