May 11th, 2004

Boondock/can't believe

Happy Tuesday!

Happy birthday to creentmerveille!

Hello and a belated happy birthday to arachne8!

We sign the lease - and leave the deposit - on Thursday. Oh my hell. We don't get to move in til we pay first month's rent, which we can do on Thursday the 27th.

16 days to pack up our shit. Holy crow.

We've started with a bang. Remember all those teetering stacks of comics? All packed up. And on the way home today, I'm stopping by Office Depot to pick up a bunch of those little boxes with handles, because books are the next priority, as they are time-consuming - we'll be purging as we pack.

Does anyone know of a good mover in Atlanta? The bedroom sets, the dining room table, and the sofabed we'll need professionally moved.

I'll twitter more about this in a separate post.

This means that my schedule will be heavily disrupted. I'll be cancelling all coffee dates & stuff. I need to spend every night packing.

Website Update
Saved mail still inaccessible. They left a voicemail message about it that's really convoluted and, yendi said, just plain odd. He'll be calling them today to say "huh?" and try to get it fixed.

Wedding Update
Will be working on guest list today with the help of

We might actually get married in Vegas. It's neutral ground, and close enough to AZ for more of yendi's mom's friends to come. We'd follow that up with receptions in AZ, FL, and GA.

I am having brain explodey.
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Goodness Gracious!

I'm currently rather obsessed with the idea of kissing cute guys.

And also the idea of the boy's mouth on my terribly sensitive neck ....


Odd, that. I rarely enjoy kissing.

EDIT: Mmmph. Now that thought has bypassed sweetness and gone way down to the really dirty stuff. *squirm*
Boondock/can't believe

*blink* *blink*

My dad.

I love my dad.

But I still don't know how he survives in the wild.

So my mom offered to cover $1200 of the deposit on the house until I got my tax return. Great! And so then I got on the phone with my dad.

Dad: "So I can FedEx the check to you over the weekend."
Me: "Um, Dad? We have to have it on Thursday."
Dad: "No, no you don't. You don't need to give her any money until you sign the lease."
Me: "Yes. We're signing the lease on Thursday."
Dad: "So okay, I'll tell you what you should do. Give her the $500 you have, and then I'll FedEx her the check over the weekend."
Me: "Dad - no."
Dad: "Why not?"
Me: "Because if it comes from a third party, she's going to assume that we can't pay the rent."
Dad: "No, no."
Me: "Well, can you just FedEx *me* the check?"
Dad: "Okay. I'll FedEx it to you over the weekend."
Me: "Dad... we're signing the lease on Thursday."
Dad: "Okay."
Me: "So we need the money on Thursday."
Dad: "Well, you can give her the $500..."
Me: "Dad. No. Is getting the money before the weekend going to be a problem?"
Dad: "No, it's just I'm really busy, this FedEx stuff..."
Me: "Okay. I do totally appreciate this. But I do need to give her $1700 on Thursday. Can we do this?"
Dad: "Okay."

Okay! Great. So today...

Dad: "Okay, I have a check for you."
Me: "Thank you!"
Dad: "It's from Wachovia. Can you deposit that?"
Me: "....why? Do you not have an account at Wachovia or something?"
Dad: "It's just, it's from Wachovia. Will you be able to deposit that?"
Me: "Is it made payable to me?"
Dad: "Yes."
Me: "Okay, then I can probably deposit it." *thinking - wtf?*
Dad: "It's from the home equity."
Me: "Okay! Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can deposit it. I'll let you know if I have any problems."
Dad: "Okay. I'm going to go FedEx it now."
Me: "Thanks, Dad! I really appreciate this..."

*bangs head against wall*

Can I deposit a check from Wachovia? Maybe I'm uneducated here, but... is it ever really a problem to deposit a check from another bank into your bank account? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

You should've seen this man try to order ice cream at Bruster's. I swear.

*shakes head*

I'm not ungrateful. I'm *extremely* grateful. It's just very difficult to converse with my family. Different reasons for each member. I also talked to my sister last night...she's a teaching assistant in a preschool.

Sister: "Okay so this kid in my class? He might be having seizures? So they're going to put him on some medicine and they say we have to watch for an internal rash that could cause death. And I thought you might know about that because of your medicine."
Me: "Well, with lamotrigine, yeah, there's a rash that can indicate severe side effects - wait, what? An internal rash?"
Sister: "Yeah, she said an internal rash."
Me: "There's no such - [Sister], if it's an internal rash, how would you be able to watch for it?"
Sister: "She said it's an internal rash."
Me: "She's on crack."

I'm adopted, incidentally.
Fizzgig! - velvetsteel


Packed DVDs R-Z. Two paper boxes. (As in boxes that hold reams of paper.)

Packed bathroom cabinet. One largish box.

Packed books from A-B. Four Office Depot long file boxes.

No one is to come to my house without empty boxes. This is your admission fee.

We're packing all of this shit in 16 days. We are insane. Which, I'm sure, comes as a surprise to no one.
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