God do I love blogging in bed. This is great. He's off doing his thing and I get to stay home and do what I want to do - nada. I've been sleeping tons - too much really - but I love to sleep. Jeff had to wake me up the other night because I was having a nightmare - shaking, mumbling - Exorcist-like shit I'm sure.
School is starting to freak me out. I've been getting my assignments done early - I submitted one last night that isn't due until NEXT Saturday. I have 2 assignments for one class and 3 for the other before finals. It's gone so fast. January is gonna be hell.
I'm applying for another essay scholarship due at the end of this month. I think I can knock this in one day on one (if not more) of the following topics: 1) Your reason for deciding to join college; 2) Your chosen college major; and 3) Any reason why you deserve to receive this scholarship. Cake? Again I'm able to take bits and pieces of papers I've written this year and submit them. I had to do a paper earlier this semester where I had to write about the biggest, recent change in your life. I little tweaking, remove some of the snark, throw in some sob and I think I'm good to go. I gonna might try to get this one out today in the hopes of being proactive. I think my only problem with this will be getting it down to two pages, double spaced. I can be a bit verbose at times. This one is for a grand, which just happens to be almost the exact amount needed for my tuition for the Spring. Fingers crossed.
Erring on the side of proactive-ness, I called my mortgage companies yesterday and gave a sob story about what's going and if there's anything they can do for me. I've gotta pop up to my bank on Monday (damn, that's tomorrow) and drop off some papers. Fortunately I should know something in 7 - 10 days. My 1st mortgage on the other hand, is making me call back on December 1st as long as I don't make my payment on the 1st (thank gosh for the grace period) because they won't help you unless you have a payment due. Their turn around time is like 45 days or something. Both companies were quite nice and thankful I called before going into default. They are having a helluva a time with all the foreclosures. Granted, I've got the dough to pay but hell, if I can save $100 a month, bring it. I should start researching food stamps next. Hey - I've paid into the system for over 10 years and now it's time for me to take a piece of what's mine.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Grandma-ma Is Gone
Oh my, oh my, what a day Friday was. Mom came into town-ish (Brandon) and I guess the service was supposed to be at 3p. I told Mom I'd be there around 2p or so and she sounded annoyed. She has to get the hell outta there so hauled ass to Brandon - in about 25 minutes, and got to meet some people I had no idea who they were. Apparently I look like Aunt Francis. Sure thing.
Moms and I headed back to my crib on the other side of town, getting home around 12:30p, and the service had been shimmied up to 2:30p. We had just enough time to shoot the basics and had to dip out to Riverview. I had no friggin' idea where I was going. While in route, my Aunt Gina (the ex-crackhead who got off an accessory of murder charge last year) calls, from North Carolina, and says her son is lost on the interstate and needs to know where to go. We have no idea where we're going. A few seconds later GiGi called back again and I was like, "Just give him 0ur number and we'll figure it out for there." I mean for real, laying telephone over the telephone 800 miles away. Apparently Michael was already at the grave site and was the first to arrive. In the end, the great grandmother and gay great uncle were laid to rest, in their own plot next to their mom's. I took picture of the whole thing. I was kooky.
Mom left yesterday and again I shed a tear. She cleaned my bathroom for 4 hours on Sunday and we totally revamped by backyard into a backyard. So I've been milking her departure since yesterday. Shhh.
Moms and I headed back to my crib on the other side of town, getting home around 12:30p, and the service had been shimmied up to 2:30p. We had just enough time to shoot the basics and had to dip out to Riverview. I had no friggin' idea where I was going. While in route, my Aunt Gina (the ex-crackhead who got off an accessory of murder charge last year) calls, from North Carolina, and says her son is lost on the interstate and needs to know where to go. We have no idea where we're going. A few seconds later GiGi called back again and I was like, "Just give him 0ur number and we'll figure it out for there." I mean for real, laying telephone over the telephone 800 miles away. Apparently Michael was already at the grave site and was the first to arrive. In the end, the great grandmother and gay great uncle were laid to rest, in their own plot next to their mom's. I took picture of the whole thing. I was kooky.
Mom left yesterday and again I shed a tear. She cleaned my bathroom for 4 hours on Sunday and we totally revamped by backyard into a backyard. So I've been milking her departure since yesterday. Shhh.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Three Generations of Women and a Funeral
Sorry folks - long time to blog. Here I sit quite comfortably blogging in bed. Mama's got her a beautiful, shiny, new, pink Dell laptop but I am for real concentrating on school so this is something I'll definitely need. I get tired of sitting in my home office, researching this and that, preparing papers, etc.. Now I can do it anywhere. Yippee!! The only downside it's operating on Windows Vista which I don't quite care for, nor do I care for this dumb flat mouse pad thing. I'm having a pretty hard time with it. I did pick up a matching pink wireless house but I can't use it when I'm lying down. I'm also having a hard time networking my two computers so I can access this or that from my main gaming computer, but I did figure out how to hook up the wireless connection so I've got Internet access, which is all I really need right now, in combination with my flash drive.
I am for real concentrating on school, as previously typed. I'll be a full time student come January, enjoying classes such as Psychology (previously taken but dropped); English Composition (previously taken but dropped); Humanities: Prehistory to Modern Times (again, previously taken but dropped); and finally Early American History (a new class, but a blah class). If I can knock these out as I'm hoping I can, my GPA will go up and over a 3.0 and y'all know how I like to be da best.
Still 'A'cing my classes for the semester. I took my midterms a few weeks ago and got 186/200 on the management exam and 198/200 on the financial exam. Holla'! Who's a bad mutha-fucker now?! (As I walk up to the center - they sent me to a level... Sorry. Feeling a little Snoop D-O-Double G this morning.) I had two 50 point papers due this week, one management case analysis and I had to research corporate bonds(?!) this week.
Usually I wait til the last minute to do my work (the title company background in me) but I was unable to do so as my kooky mom is coming into town today. Yes, you read that right. But good golly you'll never guess what I'm doing today.
Mom was already planning a trip down here, which I was quite happy about since I've been bored for so long, but the trip has been shortened. Winona (Grandma Wilma's mom) passed a few weeks ago and they're headed down with her ashes, along with my great, gay uncle's ashes (something about gay uncles in my family) which they are going to bury with their mother (my great-great grandmother - I have no clue what her name is) at some cemetery in Riverview. Yes BURY. Is that even legal?! When Mom told me about it I totally freaked because I thought they were going to exhume the old broad's coffin and shove some urns in there, but apparently the urns are in a waterproof box and they're only going a few feet down. Lovely. And gross. I'm fortunate to be able to attend this whatever the hell it is so I can pick up Mom and get her "the hell outta there and away from those people" as quickly as possible. I have no clue where this cemetery is - all I know is Riverview. I asked G'ma Wilma where it is. Her reply, "Do you know how to get to Brandon? Get to Brandon on Hwy. 60 and head south when you hit 301. Go down there into the old(?) part of Riverview and there'll be a convenience store and the cemetery is by that. Umm, lady, there's a TON of fucking gas stations on 301 - Riverview isn't as rural as it was 25 years ago. Some bright person set this whole shindig up for 3p so I get to drive home in rush hour traffic on a Friday from BFE. Mom's coming home with me and will be staying a few nights. Wilma's going back up to Titusville to stay with her brother Uncle Buddy (wonder what side of the field he's playing on) and they should be dipping out on Sunday or Monday. On a lighter side, I'm doing my hair and makeup today, which I haven't done since JC's wedding in September (poor Jeff).
Everything is still good on the homefront. Amazing, I swear. We don't argue or anything. He is a little nervous about Mom coming into town. Who wouldn't be? I already told her she needs to be on her best behavior and not fuck with my man or we'll have problems.
I promise to be back soon. I'll get to meet all this 'family' today. Thank god I'll be wearing my black sunglasses so I can people watch what I assume to be my redneck side of the family.
Sorry for any typos. I don't feel like re-reading all this right now. It's about 10a and the fam should be hitting Tampa in 2 hours or so. I need too start whoring myself up now.
I am for real concentrating on school, as previously typed. I'll be a full time student come January, enjoying classes such as Psychology (previously taken but dropped); English Composition (previously taken but dropped); Humanities: Prehistory to Modern Times (again, previously taken but dropped); and finally Early American History (a new class, but a blah class). If I can knock these out as I'm hoping I can, my GPA will go up and over a 3.0 and y'all know how I like to be da best.
Still 'A'cing my classes for the semester. I took my midterms a few weeks ago and got 186/200 on the management exam and 198/200 on the financial exam. Holla'! Who's a bad mutha-fucker now?! (As I walk up to the center - they sent me to a level... Sorry. Feeling a little Snoop D-O-Double G this morning.) I had two 50 point papers due this week, one management case analysis and I had to research corporate bonds(?!) this week.
Usually I wait til the last minute to do my work (the title company background in me) but I was unable to do so as my kooky mom is coming into town today. Yes, you read that right. But good golly you'll never guess what I'm doing today.
Mom was already planning a trip down here, which I was quite happy about since I've been bored for so long, but the trip has been shortened. Winona (Grandma Wilma's mom) passed a few weeks ago and they're headed down with her ashes, along with my great, gay uncle's ashes (something about gay uncles in my family) which they are going to bury with their mother (my great-great grandmother - I have no clue what her name is) at some cemetery in Riverview. Yes BURY. Is that even legal?! When Mom told me about it I totally freaked because I thought they were going to exhume the old broad's coffin and shove some urns in there, but apparently the urns are in a waterproof box and they're only going a few feet down. Lovely. And gross. I'm fortunate to be able to attend this whatever the hell it is so I can pick up Mom and get her "the hell outta there and away from those people" as quickly as possible. I have no clue where this cemetery is - all I know is Riverview. I asked G'ma Wilma where it is. Her reply, "Do you know how to get to Brandon? Get to Brandon on Hwy. 60 and head south when you hit 301. Go down there into the old(?) part of Riverview and there'll be a convenience store and the cemetery is by that. Umm, lady, there's a TON of fucking gas stations on 301 - Riverview isn't as rural as it was 25 years ago. Some bright person set this whole shindig up for 3p so I get to drive home in rush hour traffic on a Friday from BFE. Mom's coming home with me and will be staying a few nights. Wilma's going back up to Titusville to stay with her brother Uncle Buddy (wonder what side of the field he's playing on) and they should be dipping out on Sunday or Monday. On a lighter side, I'm doing my hair and makeup today, which I haven't done since JC's wedding in September (poor Jeff).
Everything is still good on the homefront. Amazing, I swear. We don't argue or anything. He is a little nervous about Mom coming into town. Who wouldn't be? I already told her she needs to be on her best behavior and not fuck with my man or we'll have problems.
I promise to be back soon. I'll get to meet all this 'family' today. Thank god I'll be wearing my black sunglasses so I can people watch what I assume to be my redneck side of the family.
Sorry for any typos. I don't feel like re-reading all this right now. It's about 10a and the fam should be hitting Tampa in 2 hours or so. I need too start whoring myself up now.
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