Friday, March 31, 2006
Most Commonly Mis-spelled Words
Apparently, my name is in the running. This was not announced. My first name is not so uncommon. It's the French pronunciation and spelling of a common name. Think Mary/Marie. If you liked reading about horses when you were younger, or if you enjoy the artier Gerard Depardieu films, you should be familiar.
First, at our closing - the sellers' attorney was all "I had a lot of trouble with your name." Really old man attorney? All that lawyer school and you can't copy and paste? I was a little miffed - but after a lifetime of people not knowing how to spell or pronounce my full name, I practically expect it now.
Then the bills started coming. Our insurance bill put a Q in my name instead of a G. Huh? That's the same error a web service at my old company did. Then, our first mortgage bill arrived. This time, I'm missing a letter. Wha happen? I've gone for months with nobody messing up my name at all. And now, BAM! I don't know why this upsets me as much as it does.
I never thought my name was that hard. It's only one more letter than Elizabeth, for crying out loud. And it bugs me that I may just have to accept it - the way people just accept others spelling the word "definitely" incorrectly. Or using "your" instead of "you're." I cannot deal with being in that category!
People who spell names on bills, I give you all a big blanket Skiles Face for misspelling my name! Somehow I'll bet Skiles could spell my name. Because he is not an idiot. Just look at how his arms are folded, impatient with the rest of the world. I've decided that Skiles uses his gestures not only to show his dissasisfaction with the Bulls, but with society. Take that!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Yeah, I guess you can stay with us now
If you stay with us, you can use it. Come on over!
Monday, March 27, 2006
So the move was long, exhausting, and technically still isn't done. I am thinking that we will be completely unpacked sometime around December. Our move in a nutshell:
We hired Starving Artist Movers because we are old and lazy. I warned the intake person that we had a lot of stuff, and we would definitely need three people. When they came, the ringleader was like "Hmmmm, you guys have A LOT OF STUFF!" So our three hour move took 5 hours. SA was very cool to not charge us time and a half or anything. They were, all three, charming fellows who I would highly recommend! Seriously! Not ever having had movers before, I felt incredibly awkward. You never know how much stuff you have until you watch someone else carry it. Seriously.
So we get to our new place, and my mom cranked through helping us unpack while Scratch put up shades. Suffice to say, everything was just all over the place. By Sunday I had cleared the dining room area so that was my "SERENITY NOW!" focus point.
We thought "Hey, before we unpack our books and CDs let's go to IKEA to get more units to hold our copious collections. Yow. Here is why, in a bulleted list, I hate the Swedes:
- IKEA is like some sort of amusement park. We got there at 10AM on Sunday and it was like standing in line for Raging Bull.
- IKEA stopped making the color of Billy and Benno shelving we bought two years ago! Gaaaah! So what do we do now?
- We decide to spend lots more money and buy a new setup for everything.
- We get to the ground floor, and roughly 80% of the items we were going to purchase are out of stock. Nice!
- We say, OK, fine, let's just buy the little things we've picked up OVER THE LAST TWO HOURS. Well the line for the registers? Forget Raging Bull, this was like waiting in line for (insert megacolossal rollercoaster at overcrowded theme park.) We ditched our cart (that took 45 minutes to find because all carts were taken) and hightailed it outta there.
Now that I get off the train at Kimball, I have this great feeling like "So long yuppies!" after they all get off at Western and leave me with the nice old lady doing cross stitch and the teenagers. Too bad they are probably looking at me and thinking "Damn yuppies moving in!"
Meanwhile, moving progress photos are up on my Flickr page.