Friday, December 09, 2005

evening

Our Neighbors Are Abandoning Us

Today, Matt told me that they “maybe might be moving.” After further discussion, the “maybe” is estimated to be April.  I don’t believe I’ll ever speak to them again.  It’s been 4.5 years since we drove up to our new house being built and saw a cute blonde guy crouched in our driveway and looking into our garage.  Matt introduced himself and said he was comparing some such thing in our garage with their garage.  Now that we’ve gotten used to Matt & Amy, and broken them in to be perfect neighbors, they’re leaving us.  Who will help us carry heavy things, dig holes for trees or go into our attic to change a fuse?  Who will let the exterminator in for them, keep an eye on their house (one flooded yard, and a sprinklerhead that was broken & was shooting streams of water at our bedroom wall), or check on their beagles?  Who will put up our Ginger Girls? 

I don’t want to break in anyone new.  I like these neighbors.  Leigh-Ann and I had a little conversation earlier and said that they could sell...if they followed our specifications for any buyers.  We’ve come up with several descriptions of neighbors we’d accept:

1.  A gay male couple.  They breed Schnauzers, but only one litter a year.  They need help socializing the puppies.

2.  A older lesbian couple.  No drama issues.  Own set of hand tools.

3.  A bitter, good looking, rich (isn’t sinking all of her money into the house - we live in a nice neighborhood, but no million dollar homes), and nice divorcée, who can occasionally date my older brother.

4.  Someone really craftsy, but indoor craftsy.

5.  A couple with one infant.  One tiny baby we could get used to.

...we’re still working on the list.

late afternoon

The Daily Factoid - Peanut Butter Diamonds

You can make diamonds from peanut butter.  It’s true.  I’m making Leigh-Ann’s birthday gift myself.  Who needs Tiffany when you have some peanut butter, some charcoal, a microwave and some lighter fluid?  Okay, I’ll share the recipe, but if I were you, I wouldn’t make any.  Frankly, charcoal in the microwave doesn’t seem like a good idea, even if you can make peanut butter diamonds.

late afternoon

Phone Calls Not Received

I called the doctor’s office again today.  Had to leave a message because the woman I need to talk to was on the phone.  That was around 3p.  She never called back.  So, who wants the phone number?  Hey, or even the address.  Ilona, the office is near Mountain View Hospital, so a visit to the office isn’t even out of the question.  Actually, I think I’m going to call my surgeon’s office and tell them to cancel my surgery because I can’t even get in to get the lumbar injection, so I don’t know yet if I’ll need the surgery.  Perhaps they can get the ball rolling.  Seriously, Dr. $250’s office didn’t even call me to schedule the appointment like they were supposed to—it took the surgeon’s office calling them, in order to get them to call me to make the appointment.  For some reason, they were supposed to call me versus me calling them.  Anyway, once I dropped the bladder bomb, the woman in the surgeon’s office had them calling me that very day.  Perhaps they can work their magic again.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

late afternoon

The Daily Factoid - Telephone Calls

Remember the doctor’s office lady?  Remember how she was supposed to call the next day (that was December 1st, for those of you keeping track), after talking to my insurance company?  I thought I’d be polite and give her a little extra time.  I called the office yesterday and spoke with her.  She advised me that she hadn’t called my insurance company yet.  No sirree.  My leg getting weaker, losing bladder function, huge herniated disc...that apparently means nothing.  So, she said she would call the insurance company today and call me back.  She made sure to ask me if I’d be home, as if that mattered.  Did she call today?  NOPE.  I may have to contact my surgeon’s office and see if they can do something about this.  I’m supposed to get this injection to find out if I need the surgery in January.  If I don’t get the injection, that screws up the surgeon’s schedule.  Well, and mine.

The more important a phone call is, the less likely it is that you will receive said phone call.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

late evening

The Daily Factoid - Pants

Our little dogs got in a fight tonight.  When they were romping, Phoenix accidentally jumped on Cricket’s repaired back legs, which pisses Cricket off.  She was snarling and wouldn’t stop getting in Phoenix’s face.  She’ll usually back off if I just yell at her.

Our little dogs’ fights can be broken up with a pair of pants.  Long pants.  Floated in front of their faces.  Keep that in mind should you ever dogsit here.