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Don't change your clothes, don’t fix your hair...just take a picture.
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Thursday morning, 8:30am, wishing I'd been able to sleep in:
My mom and her friends and I are going to see Manhattan Transfer and Al Jarreau tonight at the Puyallup Fair. My mom loves MT, as do I, but I was way more into them 20 years ago when I was a jazz-choir geek. It will be fun, nonetheless.
Looked at a decent, large apartment yesterday. Oh yeah, I said that in the last post.
Squirreled around this morning, figuring out the cost of the move with truck, supplies, gas, ferry fare and Mexi-Help[tm]. about $350. That's pretty decent, considering what some moves cost. I'm not one of those people who would even consider letting strangers touch my stuff and pack it into boxes. Oh hell no. But at least with Mexi-Help[tm] (Armando's family, island-famous), I won't hurt my back. Mostly. My mother has already volunteered my brother and his friends to unload the truck at its destination. He knows about this. He wasn't too miffed, even.
My motivation is low today, but I have to prepare the car for my trip to my sister's. My niece and I are leaving the metro area and heading over the pass to Mountain Town extraordinaire. Looks to be good weather there, and Sissie, Niece and I are going to see Uncle Bonsai at a mountain resort on Saturday. We will also celebrate the joint bdays of my niece and me. We're one day (and 25 years) apart.
I sent the landlady the letter yesterday, so she should get it today. In the meantime, I called her voicemail to let her know that I was apartment hunting, in case she gets a call from the prospective landlord. Whatever. The letter is not in itself inflammatory, but this landlady person will take it as such. I just hope that the other person doesn't think I'm a shit, based on what the current landlady might likely say. Despite her possible vitriol, the record is that I pay my rent scrupulously on time, and the one month I needed an extra week, the landlady had full advance knowledge of it by at least two weeks. That's one late rent payment in 23 months. Pretty damn good.
I just realized that I got the new landlady's last name wrong on the faxed application. She'll forgive me, since I've only talked to her one. "The new landlady", I say, as if I already have the place.
But a girl can dream.
Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don’t fix your hair...just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.
Thursday morning, 8:30am, wishing I'd been able to sleep in:
My mom and her friends and I are going to see Manhattan Transfer and Al Jarreau tonight at the Puyallup Fair. My mom loves MT, as do I, but I was way more into them 20 years ago when I was a jazz-choir geek. It will be fun, nonetheless.
Looked at a decent, large apartment yesterday. Oh yeah, I said that in the last post.
Squirreled around this morning, figuring out the cost of the move with truck, supplies, gas, ferry fare and Mexi-Help[tm]. about $350. That's pretty decent, considering what some moves cost. I'm not one of those people who would even consider letting strangers touch my stuff and pack it into boxes. Oh hell no. But at least with Mexi-Help[tm] (Armando's family, island-famous), I won't hurt my back. Mostly. My mother has already volunteered my brother and his friends to unload the truck at its destination. He knows about this. He wasn't too miffed, even.
My motivation is low today, but I have to prepare the car for my trip to my sister's. My niece and I are leaving the metro area and heading over the pass to Mountain Town extraordinaire. Looks to be good weather there, and Sissie, Niece and I are going to see Uncle Bonsai at a mountain resort on Saturday. We will also celebrate the joint bdays of my niece and me. We're one day (and 25 years) apart.
I sent the landlady the letter yesterday, so she should get it today. In the meantime, I called her voicemail to let her know that I was apartment hunting, in case she gets a call from the prospective landlord. Whatever. The letter is not in itself inflammatory, but this landlady person will take it as such. I just hope that the other person doesn't think I'm a shit, based on what the current landlady might likely say. Despite her possible vitriol, the record is that I pay my rent scrupulously on time, and the one month I needed an extra week, the landlady had full advance knowledge of it by at least two weeks. That's one late rent payment in 23 months. Pretty damn good.
I just realized that I got the new landlady's last name wrong on the faxed application. She'll forgive me, since I've only talked to her one. "The new landlady", I say, as if I already have the place.
But a girl can dream.
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