Today is the one year anniversary of us becoming the official owners of these houses. June 11 of 2003, was the closing date.
It was when the bank gave our lawyer a check for $75,000.00, and he in turn gave Sr. and Bonnie a check for 33,000. That was an incredible day.
The reason they only got 33 out of 75 grand, is because the bitch stepmother, Bonnie, decided at last minute, to put her name on the deed of the house. All the leins and judgements against her, from unpaid doctor bills, bailing her idiot children out of prison (one of which who set the house on fire shortly thereafter, but that's another entry), etc etc, were transferred along with her name, on to the property. She fucked herself out of the full 75k, which was their asking price. 42 thousand, in leins. How DOES one manage to rack up that much debt? I don't know, and I don't care. It wasn't my problem. Karma, baby.
That was then. We immediately went to speak to Joe (yes, the same one from The Brawl) and he gave us a great estimate. The Tuesday following, we applied for the permits to start rehabilitating the burned house.
That was when Joe got into a fistfight, Jerry Springer style, with the head of the town's building department. Do I need to mention, that it took almost 4 months, exactly to get our permits? Yeah.
I know, I know what you're thinking. A smart person would have fired him then, right? He was fighting for me, he wanted to make sure the inspector (who, arguably, is a sticky dick wrinkle, and crooked as a question mark) wasn't trying to fuck us. Well, after the fight, the inspector came over to our house, personally, to apologize to me. He was rather nice, considering he got assaulted by Joe.
Look how far we've come. Just look. :|
6.11.2004
6.10.2004
The Brawl
I'm going to link these two things here, for posterity. I was originally going to post them here, only, but I decided I need a more public forum for my rant.
The Backstory
The Brawl
I could say more, but I don't want to get myself all fired up again. I just want to say, I was utterly stunned, that in a civilized society, a person can take a swing at a customer, and a woman, and not think anything of it.
The Backstory
The Brawl
I could say more, but I don't want to get myself all fired up again. I just want to say, I was utterly stunned, that in a civilized society, a person can take a swing at a customer, and a woman, and not think anything of it.
6.09.2004
Gaming
I'm not sure why, but I'm anticipating the new server opening up, in AC. AC has been boring, a minor distraction, at best, for a year now. Maybe because it's something different. Maybe because we all have the same chance, starting out new. Maybe because I'm hoping that people I know will start there, and I'll *finally* have someone to game with.
I don't do well in mmo's on my own. If I don't have a steady gaming partner, or group, then I'm adrift. It hasn't been right since the old AC crew, that dissolved in Fall of '02. Morrowind is good, still, but I powergamed through it, finished the main quest, and now have no desire to repeat all that on this new machine.
I want to reinstall NWN, and FINALLY pick back up on my mod. That thing has been is mothballs so long, I hope I remember where I was going with it. I just can't find all the CD's :|
If AC doesn't succeed this time around, with the new server, I'm quitting (again, yes, 3 times) and looking for a new MMO, either CoH, or SWG. I need something social, I think.
I don't do well in mmo's on my own. If I don't have a steady gaming partner, or group, then I'm adrift. It hasn't been right since the old AC crew, that dissolved in Fall of '02. Morrowind is good, still, but I powergamed through it, finished the main quest, and now have no desire to repeat all that on this new machine.
I want to reinstall NWN, and FINALLY pick back up on my mod. That thing has been is mothballs so long, I hope I remember where I was going with it. I just can't find all the CD's :|
If AC doesn't succeed this time around, with the new server, I'm quitting (again, yes, 3 times) and looking for a new MMO, either CoH, or SWG. I need something social, I think.
6.08.2004
Ahh
First entry from the new computer. I love this machine. Its only flaw is that there are somehow graphics card compatability problems. Once in awhile it freezes and the screen goes black. Very strange, very irritating, but I'm working on fixing it. 19" moniter, though, it's incredible, with 18" viewable. I have to sit 3 feet back from my desk, it's like being at the movies.
The 5.1 surround sound is nice, too. I haven't had speakers for a year. It's like being deaf, and hearing for the first time, haha.
It just looks cool, too. All sleek and black. It's lit from the inside with green, red and blue lights, and it has this thing called "The Guardian" on the front, which is a blue light, reminiscent of Kit's red light, from Knight Rider (yeah yeah, I know I'm showing my age) It even pulses and sweeps. I'm smitten. I'm in deep smit.
It's a royal pain, however, trying to fix it all the way I like it. Downloading all the little programs that make my life happy. Establishing all my favorites, reinstalling all my games, etc etc. It's a pain in the ass, but a labor of love, I suppose.
The 5.1 surround sound is nice, too. I haven't had speakers for a year. It's like being deaf, and hearing for the first time, haha.
It just looks cool, too. All sleek and black. It's lit from the inside with green, red and blue lights, and it has this thing called "The Guardian" on the front, which is a blue light, reminiscent of Kit's red light, from Knight Rider (yeah yeah, I know I'm showing my age) It even pulses and sweeps. I'm smitten. I'm in deep smit.
It's a royal pain, however, trying to fix it all the way I like it. Downloading all the little programs that make my life happy. Establishing all my favorites, reinstalling all my games, etc etc. It's a pain in the ass, but a labor of love, I suppose.
6.07.2004
So, it's been awhile
I need something to jump start, here.
Instead of my typical 3 things I did today, I'll talk about the progress since I last really blogged.
On May 26, the house was half painted, no flooring was in place. Today, the kitchen floor is laid, as well as the hallway, bathroom, and laundry room. All vinyl sheet flooring. Every single wall is painted, as well as most of the trim. There was so goddamned much trim. If I never have to paint another 3 inch molding, it'll be too soon. I'm still not done with that, either. I have one whole bedroom to do. My son's room is complete, carpet and all. He inherited a new bed, too, one of those kickass car beds, so we set that all up for him, in there.
Yesterday, we had a lucky streak. We always check out the clearance sections of Lowes and Home Depot, that's how I got my kitchen sink, half of the light fixtures, plumbing stuff, etc etc. We're in the market for a 5 foot bathroom vanity, but they're pricy, so we were gonna get a cheapy pedestal sink, or one of those tiny $70.00 jobbers, till we can afford a big one. There were two TWO (!!) 5 foot vanities! Wee! One was sold already (damn, because it was really pretty, white the exact color I wanted) But this other one...no price on it, the box was beat to shit, but it looked pretty good. We asked the guy, he came over to inspect it for damage. There really wasn't any, that we saw, and he said, "hmm, I'll knock a hundred bucks off, it'll cost $278". Good price, these things normally ran $400+, but we just didn't have that kind of money, to spend. We hemmed and hawed. As we were standing there examining the thing, we pulled it out from the wall. The bottom of the box was all crushed and torn. There was a good sized hole in the bottom of the side panel. About the size of a softball, almost perfectly round hole. Heh, looked like someone booted it. We were like "Oh no, look at that, a giant hole. Nope, not gonna take it" As we were walking away, the guy was like "huh, that sucks. This thing is destroyed. I can sell it to ya for, hmm...85 bucks" Sold :D.
That, and the flooring we were there to buy, for our kitchen, in stock stuff, had gone on clearance, as well, since I picked it out. It wound up being about half the original price. What a great shopping day!
Everything's coming together so well. The cabinets arrived today, I unwrapped a few, my God, they're perfect. It's coming up fast. Two years of working and waiting, agonizing, worrying, spending, paying out, arguing with inspectors, yelling at various workers, and we're coming down to the close of it. I can honestly say we're on the "finishing touches" It feels good, so good. It's all the more rewarding because we worked so hard, wanted it so bad.
It'll pay off so well, once we get this house rented. A brand new house to move into, and a smaller one, to rent out, and use as a "money battery" Man, if you had asked me three years ago, if I saw myself becoming a landlord, and owning multiple pieces of property, I would have laughed.
I feel blessed, and lucky. When this all started, I was bitter, and unhappy about it, it still bothers me. I can't bitch though, we came out of this so much the winners, it's stupid to be hung up on what's really just water under the bridge.
Instead of my typical 3 things I did today, I'll talk about the progress since I last really blogged.
On May 26, the house was half painted, no flooring was in place. Today, the kitchen floor is laid, as well as the hallway, bathroom, and laundry room. All vinyl sheet flooring. Every single wall is painted, as well as most of the trim. There was so goddamned much trim. If I never have to paint another 3 inch molding, it'll be too soon. I'm still not done with that, either. I have one whole bedroom to do. My son's room is complete, carpet and all. He inherited a new bed, too, one of those kickass car beds, so we set that all up for him, in there.
Yesterday, we had a lucky streak. We always check out the clearance sections of Lowes and Home Depot, that's how I got my kitchen sink, half of the light fixtures, plumbing stuff, etc etc. We're in the market for a 5 foot bathroom vanity, but they're pricy, so we were gonna get a cheapy pedestal sink, or one of those tiny $70.00 jobbers, till we can afford a big one. There were two TWO (!!) 5 foot vanities! Wee! One was sold already (damn, because it was really pretty, white the exact color I wanted) But this other one...no price on it, the box was beat to shit, but it looked pretty good. We asked the guy, he came over to inspect it for damage. There really wasn't any, that we saw, and he said, "hmm, I'll knock a hundred bucks off, it'll cost $278". Good price, these things normally ran $400+, but we just didn't have that kind of money, to spend. We hemmed and hawed. As we were standing there examining the thing, we pulled it out from the wall. The bottom of the box was all crushed and torn. There was a good sized hole in the bottom of the side panel. About the size of a softball, almost perfectly round hole. Heh, looked like someone booted it. We were like "Oh no, look at that, a giant hole. Nope, not gonna take it" As we were walking away, the guy was like "huh, that sucks. This thing is destroyed. I can sell it to ya for, hmm...85 bucks" Sold :D.
That, and the flooring we were there to buy, for our kitchen, in stock stuff, had gone on clearance, as well, since I picked it out. It wound up being about half the original price. What a great shopping day!
Everything's coming together so well. The cabinets arrived today, I unwrapped a few, my God, they're perfect. It's coming up fast. Two years of working and waiting, agonizing, worrying, spending, paying out, arguing with inspectors, yelling at various workers, and we're coming down to the close of it. I can honestly say we're on the "finishing touches" It feels good, so good. It's all the more rewarding because we worked so hard, wanted it so bad.
It'll pay off so well, once we get this house rented. A brand new house to move into, and a smaller one, to rent out, and use as a "money battery" Man, if you had asked me three years ago, if I saw myself becoming a landlord, and owning multiple pieces of property, I would have laughed.
I feel blessed, and lucky. When this all started, I was bitter, and unhappy about it, it still bothers me. I can't bitch though, we came out of this so much the winners, it's stupid to be hung up on what's really just water under the bridge.
6.05.2004
I know, I know
I've been naughty bad neglectful. Not just to this blog, but to my online everythings. I'm alternating busy/apathetic. When I'm not racing around trying to tie up loose ends, cleaning, packing, painting trim (omfg, there's MILES of trim in my house, I wouldn't have believed it if someone told me. Miles and miles of contrasting colored trim, painted with a half inch brush. Definition of tedium, right there), I'm sleeping or playing Morrowind. I've thought of countless things to write, but couldn't make myself sit and write.
I'll be better about it, I promise. I'd type more right now, but I'm feelin sorta woozy.
I'll be better about it, I promise. I'd type more right now, but I'm feelin sorta woozy.
5.23.2004
Just thought of a new rule
Rule #8 Just because it fits, doesn't mean it looks good. Doesn't mean you should wear it.
Lotsa chunkies in tube tops, this weekend. Heavy people don't offend me in the slightest. Tube tops, however, should all be rounded up, then rocketed into the center of the sun.
Lotsa chunkies in tube tops, this weekend. Heavy people don't offend me in the slightest. Tube tops, however, should all be rounded up, then rocketed into the center of the sun.
5.20.2004
Rules
I always say "Rule Number One: Don't be a dick." As a joke. Over the years, it's sort of evolved. Like, Rule Number Two is "It doesn't matter what you do, it matters how you look while you're doing it"
#3 Don't believe everything you read, see on TV, or what people tell you. You'd think that's common sense, but, suprising what people take as "truth" based merely upon hearsay.
#4 There is no such thing as "common sense" It should be called "uncommon sense" because so few people exhibit it.
#5 If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
#6 Jealousy is a wasted emotion.
There's a few more, but I can't think of them right now. Just stuff I've come to apply to the everyday.
#3 Don't believe everything you read, see on TV, or what people tell you. You'd think that's common sense, but, suprising what people take as "truth" based merely upon hearsay.
#4 There is no such thing as "common sense" It should be called "uncommon sense" because so few people exhibit it.
#5 If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
#6 Jealousy is a wasted emotion.
There's a few more, but I can't think of them right now. Just stuff I've come to apply to the everyday.
Stoled from that loon GE
Take the quiz: "Which American City Are You?"
Boston
You are under-world power and old-world tradition. You get the job done and it's better if nobody asks how.
Haha, excellent.
Boston
You are under-world power and old-world tradition. You get the job done and it's better if nobody asks how.
Haha, excellent.
5.19.2004
Gremlins?
This is *really* starting to piss me off. REALLY.
Money is just dissapering out of our house. A few nights ago, I emptied my pockets, before bed, and left two 20's, a 10, and a wad of singles, in my normal spot.
Got up the next morning, and there was one 20, the 10, and the singles. Somehow, in the 6 or so hours I was sleeping, a 20 dollar bill went *poof*. I originally thought the mister grabbed it on his way out the door, because he found himself short on cash, no biggie, we do that sort of thing all the time. He didn't. It just dissapeared.
Tonight, the mister used a $100 to pay for dinner. He got the change, and pocketed it, as we were walking out of the resturaunt. Didn't think anything of it, till just now. He wanted to give me the remainder, over 75 bucks (we ate cheap tonight), for various upcoming expenses. Went in his pocket, and it was gone. "Did I give you that change yet?", me, "Noope" No seriously, we shook this house upside down. It's NOWHERE. He's hopped in the car and is heading toward the place, now, to check the parking lot. We left there around closing, there's a chance it could still be there.
He also, recently had $85 in cash stolen out of his truck. He generally keeps about $100 of petty cash in this box in his truck. He was only out of eyeshot of it for about 15 minutes, while on a job. Interestingly enough, an irate ex employee (who knows exactly what he keeps, and where he keeps it) was spotted in that neighborhood, around that timeframe.
Someone is committing mail fraud, with our other address, the one we're not living at yet. Since the business always used that addy (and is housed on that property, literally) we've always had business checks sent there. Well, in the past 2 months, they've been disappearing. About $300-400 worth. Customers send them out, and they never arrive. Reliable, longtime customers. We've been getting all manner of mail for various people (most of them somehow related to the inlaws...) Those checks went somewhere. They haven't been cashed, because I'm guessing the person that has them is too dumb to figure out how.
We're not wealthy people. This hurts. A lot. Add all that up, and we're looking at more than a week's pay.
Money is just dissapering out of our house. A few nights ago, I emptied my pockets, before bed, and left two 20's, a 10, and a wad of singles, in my normal spot.
Got up the next morning, and there was one 20, the 10, and the singles. Somehow, in the 6 or so hours I was sleeping, a 20 dollar bill went *poof*. I originally thought the mister grabbed it on his way out the door, because he found himself short on cash, no biggie, we do that sort of thing all the time. He didn't. It just dissapeared.
Tonight, the mister used a $100 to pay for dinner. He got the change, and pocketed it, as we were walking out of the resturaunt. Didn't think anything of it, till just now. He wanted to give me the remainder, over 75 bucks (we ate cheap tonight), for various upcoming expenses. Went in his pocket, and it was gone. "Did I give you that change yet?", me, "Noope" No seriously, we shook this house upside down. It's NOWHERE. He's hopped in the car and is heading toward the place, now, to check the parking lot. We left there around closing, there's a chance it could still be there.
He also, recently had $85 in cash stolen out of his truck. He generally keeps about $100 of petty cash in this box in his truck. He was only out of eyeshot of it for about 15 minutes, while on a job. Interestingly enough, an irate ex employee (who knows exactly what he keeps, and where he keeps it) was spotted in that neighborhood, around that timeframe.
Someone is committing mail fraud, with our other address, the one we're not living at yet. Since the business always used that addy (and is housed on that property, literally) we've always had business checks sent there. Well, in the past 2 months, they've been disappearing. About $300-400 worth. Customers send them out, and they never arrive. Reliable, longtime customers. We've been getting all manner of mail for various people (most of them somehow related to the inlaws...) Those checks went somewhere. They haven't been cashed, because I'm guessing the person that has them is too dumb to figure out how.
We're not wealthy people. This hurts. A lot. Add all that up, and we're looking at more than a week's pay.
House Delivery
My stepsister's house was delivered today :D It's a long time coming, they've been living in this teensy house for years. Decided to buy some land, and build a modular home. All sorts of problems and two years later (sound familiar? Yeah, we're "racing" haha, to get into our houses) they delivered it today. She invited the whole family, it was a cool event. It was supposed to come at 7, and it got as far as the corner, but the road was so tight, they couldn't swing the trailers, with two modules each. They had to find a guy with an articulator, and have him back the trailers around the corner. The old Russian woman on the corner was the real problem, they asked her nicely if they could roll back a section of her chainlink, and move one tiny tree (it wasn't landscaped or anything), and she freaked out and refused. They offered her $1,000.00 for any potential damages. She wouldn't hear of it. So, then they had to find the articulator guy.
Alden and I showed up while they were waiting on the guy. The whole family showed up to watch, pretty much. My folks, Tom's (her husband) parents, my stepbrother Lou, who I haven't seen in 8 years, and his girlfriend. They swung this boom crane, and lifted each quarter-section of the house, and placed it on the foundation, like huuge legos. It was enormously cool. There's me, ooogling and ooing and ahhing like a big 5 year old, heh. Good sized place, too. It'll be great when it's finally done.
Lou, he's an interesting story, that one. He hates my mother, his stepmom. I don't know why, though. I mean, sure she's a force of nature, and sort of a basket case, but he never had to live with her. She and Earl (his dad, my stepdad) have bailed his ass out of so much shit, it's amazing. Their house was being foreclosed, my folks took over the mortgage. His car was being repoed, my mom paid it off. He owed 2 grand to a shark...my mom "loaned" it to him (hah, she never saw a penny of that). She got the money out of him for the car, though, because she had to strongarm half of it from him, and half from his psycho ex wife. Y'see, he had a little coke problem, she threatened to turn him in, if he didn't come up with at least the 3500 to pay for half the car. She got the rest by going to his psycho ex wife's family, and shaming it out of her.
Anyhoo, allll water under the bridge. Last time my mother saw the guy, was 5 years ago, when he came knocking on her door looking for a loan (again) this time for 700. He said "I'll pay you back tomorrow, I just need this TONIGHT, I'll come back here, and you can have my whole paycheck" . "Good thing" my mom replied, "because tomorrow your father is going in the hospital for chemo, you can stop in and see him, he'd love to see you" (Earl has cancer). She doesn't expect the money back, she never really did. She just wanted him to stop being a fuckup, and make nice with his dad.
That was the last they saw of him, entirely. Till today. He laid low for about 3 years, we thought he'd totally dissappeared. He started getting back in touch with Debbie, slowly, and they sorta got back close again. That's cool. Apparently he's all shaped up now. Whatever. No one wanted to see the bum, anyway, we were just sorta glad to hear he didn't turn up in a gutter somewhere. But, today, we hung out. He's got a longterm girlfriend, of about 6 years, two INCREDIBLE kids, I mean seriously, nicest kids I've been around. His daughter Sammy is about a month younger than Alden, and his son is a year old. Happiest, best mannered kids. His girl is so cool, she was a preschool teacher, now a stay-at-home mom, has her shit totally together. I kept thinking, NO WAY this is Lou's girl, haha, what DOES she see in him? Alden and Sammy played so well together, it was amazing. She has a lot of the same ideas about parenting that I do. It's totally refreshing to see someone as into teaching respect and courtesy as I am. Lou makes a great dad, who woulda thunkit.
Heh. He's a good guy, though, ran into some problems with drugs, fucked up, hit rock bottom, and now he's got his life on track. I'm totally happy for him. We've made amends, between us. His problem with our folks is his own thing, has nothing to do with me. He's mostly alright to me, we were close, there for awhile, before he started the drug shit. (His psycho ex, however is a whoooole nother story. The big bitch. 6'2 320 lbs. Yes. You think I'm kidding, right? I'm not. She used to kick the shit out of me REGULARLY, for no reason, but to show that she could, the big bully bitch, and I don't mean a little roughhousing. I mean like throwing me into walls. She was a skank too. Big smelly bully bitch.)
I don't get, though, the animosity toward my mother. He should be groveling, and thanking the gods that she bailed him out so many times, I know I would be. I seriously don't get it. Debbie and I are close, Debbie and my mom are close. Lou, he can't stand her (and I think he hated me for awhile, too). The guy visibly winced when he saw their car coming down the road, and Chris nudged him and said "be pleasant". I don't think knew I caught that.
The race is still on, heh, her house got delivered today, so she's 2 months away from moving in, approx. My cabinets are shipping June 1, I'm about a month away from moving in. We made a pact, the first one in the house gives the losers $50 as a sympathy fee, haha. Nice little housewarming thing. Interesting day, all around. Fun, something totally different.
Alden and I showed up while they were waiting on the guy. The whole family showed up to watch, pretty much. My folks, Tom's (her husband) parents, my stepbrother Lou, who I haven't seen in 8 years, and his girlfriend. They swung this boom crane, and lifted each quarter-section of the house, and placed it on the foundation, like huuge legos. It was enormously cool. There's me, ooogling and ooing and ahhing like a big 5 year old, heh. Good sized place, too. It'll be great when it's finally done.
Lou, he's an interesting story, that one. He hates my mother, his stepmom. I don't know why, though. I mean, sure she's a force of nature, and sort of a basket case, but he never had to live with her. She and Earl (his dad, my stepdad) have bailed his ass out of so much shit, it's amazing. Their house was being foreclosed, my folks took over the mortgage. His car was being repoed, my mom paid it off. He owed 2 grand to a shark...my mom "loaned" it to him (hah, she never saw a penny of that). She got the money out of him for the car, though, because she had to strongarm half of it from him, and half from his psycho ex wife. Y'see, he had a little coke problem, she threatened to turn him in, if he didn't come up with at least the 3500 to pay for half the car. She got the rest by going to his psycho ex wife's family, and shaming it out of her.
Anyhoo, allll water under the bridge. Last time my mother saw the guy, was 5 years ago, when he came knocking on her door looking for a loan (again) this time for 700. He said "I'll pay you back tomorrow, I just need this TONIGHT, I'll come back here, and you can have my whole paycheck" . "Good thing" my mom replied, "because tomorrow your father is going in the hospital for chemo, you can stop in and see him, he'd love to see you" (Earl has cancer). She doesn't expect the money back, she never really did. She just wanted him to stop being a fuckup, and make nice with his dad.
That was the last they saw of him, entirely. Till today. He laid low for about 3 years, we thought he'd totally dissappeared. He started getting back in touch with Debbie, slowly, and they sorta got back close again. That's cool. Apparently he's all shaped up now. Whatever. No one wanted to see the bum, anyway, we were just sorta glad to hear he didn't turn up in a gutter somewhere. But, today, we hung out. He's got a longterm girlfriend, of about 6 years, two INCREDIBLE kids, I mean seriously, nicest kids I've been around. His daughter Sammy is about a month younger than Alden, and his son is a year old. Happiest, best mannered kids. His girl is so cool, she was a preschool teacher, now a stay-at-home mom, has her shit totally together. I kept thinking, NO WAY this is Lou's girl, haha, what DOES she see in him? Alden and Sammy played so well together, it was amazing. She has a lot of the same ideas about parenting that I do. It's totally refreshing to see someone as into teaching respect and courtesy as I am. Lou makes a great dad, who woulda thunkit.
Heh. He's a good guy, though, ran into some problems with drugs, fucked up, hit rock bottom, and now he's got his life on track. I'm totally happy for him. We've made amends, between us. His problem with our folks is his own thing, has nothing to do with me. He's mostly alright to me, we were close, there for awhile, before he started the drug shit. (His psycho ex, however is a whoooole nother story. The big bitch. 6'2 320 lbs. Yes. You think I'm kidding, right? I'm not. She used to kick the shit out of me REGULARLY, for no reason, but to show that she could, the big bully bitch, and I don't mean a little roughhousing. I mean like throwing me into walls. She was a skank too. Big smelly bully bitch.)
I don't get, though, the animosity toward my mother. He should be groveling, and thanking the gods that she bailed him out so many times, I know I would be. I seriously don't get it. Debbie and I are close, Debbie and my mom are close. Lou, he can't stand her (and I think he hated me for awhile, too). The guy visibly winced when he saw their car coming down the road, and Chris nudged him and said "be pleasant". I don't think knew I caught that.
The race is still on, heh, her house got delivered today, so she's 2 months away from moving in, approx. My cabinets are shipping June 1, I'm about a month away from moving in. We made a pact, the first one in the house gives the losers $50 as a sympathy fee, haha. Nice little housewarming thing. Interesting day, all around. Fun, something totally different.
5.18.2004
$1,342.00
I just ordered the new computer :D
Case ( Nzxt Guardian ATX Mid-Tower Case w/420W Power Supply Black )
Power Supply ( Standard Case Power Supply )
Processor ( AMD® Athlon XP 2500+ QuantiSpeed CPU [512K L2 Cache] )
Processor Cooling ( Certified CPU Fan and Heatsink )
Motherboard ( Asus A7N8X-X w/Audio, LAN, USB 2.0 8x AGP Motherboard )
Memory ( 1024 MB Dual Channel [512MB X2] DDR-400 PC3200 Memory Module Major Brand )
Video Card ( ATI Radeon 9600-XT 256MB w/DVI + TV Out 8x AGP Video )
Hard Drive ( 120 GB HARD DRIVES 120 GB 7200 RPM Ultra ATA-100 Hard Drive )
CD/DVD Drive ( 16x DVD-ROM Drive Black )
CD-RW/DVD-RW Drive ( 52x32x52 CD-RW Drive Black )
Sound Card ( Creative Lab Sound Blaster Live Value 5.1 )
Speaker System ( [Black] Logitech Z-640 5.1 Surround Speakers + Subwoofer )
Network Card ( 10/100 Network Onboard )
Monitor ( CRT Monitor ViewSonic 19" E90F+SB Perfect Flat + UltraBrite .21H DPI Color
Monitor [Silver/Black 2-Tone] )
Keyboard ( Combo: Logitech Black Desktop Internet Keyboard + Optical Mouse Black )
Additional Software ( Norton 2004 Anti-Virus )
Additional Software ( MS Works Suite 2004 [Word, Works, Money, Encarta, Photo, Streets & Trips] )
Case Lighting ( Sound Actived Neon Light Green )
Operation System ( MS Windows XP Home Edition )
Warranty ( Warranty Service Standard Warranty + 1-Year i-Care Deluxe On-site Service + 24/7 Phone Support )
Rush Service ( Rush Service Fee (not shipping fee) No Rush, Ship Out in 5~10 Business Days )
Woohoo!
Case ( Nzxt Guardian ATX Mid-Tower Case w/420W Power Supply Black )
Power Supply ( Standard Case Power Supply )
Processor ( AMD® Athlon XP 2500+ QuantiSpeed CPU [512K L2 Cache] )
Processor Cooling ( Certified CPU Fan and Heatsink )
Motherboard ( Asus A7N8X-X w/Audio, LAN, USB 2.0 8x AGP Motherboard )
Memory ( 1024 MB Dual Channel [512MB X2] DDR-400 PC3200 Memory Module Major Brand )
Video Card ( ATI Radeon 9600-XT 256MB w/DVI + TV Out 8x AGP Video )
Hard Drive ( 120 GB HARD DRIVES 120 GB 7200 RPM Ultra ATA-100 Hard Drive )
CD/DVD Drive ( 16x DVD-ROM Drive Black )
CD-RW/DVD-RW Drive ( 52x32x52 CD-RW Drive Black )
Sound Card ( Creative Lab Sound Blaster Live Value 5.1 )
Speaker System ( [Black] Logitech Z-640 5.1 Surround Speakers + Subwoofer )
Network Card ( 10/100 Network Onboard )
Monitor ( CRT Monitor ViewSonic 19" E90F+SB Perfect Flat + UltraBrite .21H DPI Color
Monitor [Silver/Black 2-Tone] )
Keyboard ( Combo: Logitech Black Desktop Internet Keyboard + Optical Mouse Black )
Additional Software ( Norton 2004 Anti-Virus )
Additional Software ( MS Works Suite 2004 [Word, Works, Money, Encarta, Photo, Streets & Trips] )
Case Lighting ( Sound Actived Neon Light Green )
Operation System ( MS Windows XP Home Edition )
Warranty ( Warranty Service Standard Warranty + 1-Year i-Care Deluxe On-site Service + 24/7 Phone Support )
Rush Service ( Rush Service Fee (not shipping fee) No Rush, Ship Out in 5~10 Business Days )
Woohoo!
See what happens when I fuck around for a week?!
I got a seatbelt ticket, it's due TODAY! Wee! I have to sign something for the insurance company, and deliver it TODAY! Wee! I have about 50 checks to take to the bank TODAY! Wee! Three loads of laundry to take to the laundromat, to dry TODAY! Wee! (well, it's not my fault that it's been raining every single night, and we're behind on laundry. Gods what I wouldn't do for a dryer right now)
The upside is, the tax refund came in! WEEEEE!!!! I'm going today, to check out new computers :D
The upside is, the tax refund came in! WEEEEE!!!! I'm going today, to check out new computers :D
5.16.2004
Party From HELL
The party that I slaved cooking for on Friday, was today.
What a fucking nightmare.
I hate going to parties, for starters. I love having them, hate going to them.
Here's some tips from a professional caterer:
1) Know exactly how many people you invited, know for sure how many will show up, and plan accordingly. Try not to err on the side of "too much" when dealing with food, favors, etc. Causes waste, and is more work for you. People won't eat as much as you think they will. She invited 110, expected 80, roughly 40 showed up. She had enough everythings for 150 people. She had a lot of everything left over.
2) While we're on food, KEEP IT SIMPLE. Make a few workhorses that everyone likes. If you know everyone likes chicken, make chicken and a few accompanying sides. Don't make 3 kinds chicken, beef, lasagna, barbecued ribs, kielbasa and sauerkraut, a six foot sub, cold cut platter, sausage and peppers, meatballs, rice, fried potatoes, roasted potatoes, canned corn (?!), grilled vegetables, ziti, 5 kinds of cold salads, etc etc etc...(you think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. I think I even left stuff out) NO ONE WILL EAT ANY OF IT. It's like a law, or something, the more crap you present to people, the less they'll eat. And the food...there was an assload of it, but it all SUCKED. Well, the stuff I made was tasty, but I still wouldn't serve it at a party. The more shit you have, the more shit you gotta clean up, and pack away. It's all very simple.
3) BUY MORE THAN ONE BAG OF ICE Leaping Christ, it is 90 degrees out. The soda was 90 degrees, too. Furthermore, have some water or something handy, because not all of us even drink that shit. I'd rather do shots of kerosine than drink warm soda.
4) If you have alcohol, have alcohol. If you want it to be dry, don't fucking have alcohol. Don't tell some people to BYOB, then wonder why there's 6 guys, wasted, in the corner, and why they're not sharing their case of beer.
5) Sunday Afternoon parties suck, as a general rule. What kind of real partying can you do Sunday, at noon. Hell, I'm recovering from Saturday night's debauchery, at that point.
6) Some people like dancing, some don't. DO NOT be pushy about it. She kept trying to drag me out of my seat, and dance.
A) I don't dance to shit music
B)No public dancing when I'm sober
C)WTF, I still had a mild hangover from the night before, AND my stomach was doing a little dancing of it's own, due to the shit food. *grumble*
7) Don't think that just because you got there, and the food's out, that you're home free. Parties need to be planned. They don't just unfold (especially when 70% of the guests hate each other, and no one talks). Schedule. Assign people tasks. Have a schedule of events, i.e Party starts at noon, food comes out at 12:30, food gets cleared away at 2:30, presents get opened at 3, cake and deserts come out at 3:30 party breaks up by 4. Simple, right? and CRUCIAL. They didn't bring the cake out, till the DJ reminded them. They didn't have her open presents, they didn't even CUT the cake. They brought it out, people sang, and she wisked it away to the buffet, and plunked it on the table, only to continue dancing. People were sitting around, waiting for cake, like "WTF" Some other random guest, not even family, took the initiative, and started slicing it up and passing it out.
8) A 75 year old woman doesn't really need a rented hall, a young hip DJ (I'll give them credit, the DJ was excellent), a buffet like spread, and a FOUR FUCKING HOUR party. You could tell. She was tired 45 minutes into it. Fuck, I was tired 45 minutes into it. But then, it was my own personal hell... Examine your motives, when throwing a bash. Is it really for the person you're planning it for? Or is it really for you...
9) Four hours is too long. Way too long. (unless it's a GREAT party, I've seen some last 10 hours, and be great) Don't freak out and cry when people dissapear 2 hours into it.
Ugh. I think I'm done.
This cloud has one silver lining, however. I looked fucking GREAT. Yes I did. I wore a short skirt for the first time in about 7 years, and high (HIGH) spike heels. Black pinstripey gangster lookin skirt, black wraparound style top, and these sandals that were one black strip of leather across the top, with a chain over it and a dog-style chain around the ankle. They were so hawt, I kept looking down at my feet, thinking "damn, are those my feet? Those are some hawt feet right there!" Felt good. I'm going to bare some leg more often, I think. Start wearing some sexy shoes, sometimes.
The other silver lining, is that this one was SOOO bad, now I'm in the mood for a good one, and the wheels are turning. I see another Legendary Barbecue in my not too distant future. (I have to pat my back here, my parties are legendary. I'm talking hot tubs, peeing in the neighbor's convertable, midget porn, cops being called, legendary) This time I WILL invite the neighbors.
What a fucking nightmare.
I hate going to parties, for starters. I love having them, hate going to them.
Here's some tips from a professional caterer:
1) Know exactly how many people you invited, know for sure how many will show up, and plan accordingly. Try not to err on the side of "too much" when dealing with food, favors, etc. Causes waste, and is more work for you. People won't eat as much as you think they will. She invited 110, expected 80, roughly 40 showed up. She had enough everythings for 150 people. She had a lot of everything left over.
2) While we're on food, KEEP IT SIMPLE. Make a few workhorses that everyone likes. If you know everyone likes chicken, make chicken and a few accompanying sides. Don't make 3 kinds chicken, beef, lasagna, barbecued ribs, kielbasa and sauerkraut, a six foot sub, cold cut platter, sausage and peppers, meatballs, rice, fried potatoes, roasted potatoes, canned corn (?!), grilled vegetables, ziti, 5 kinds of cold salads, etc etc etc...(you think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. I think I even left stuff out) NO ONE WILL EAT ANY OF IT. It's like a law, or something, the more crap you present to people, the less they'll eat. And the food...there was an assload of it, but it all SUCKED. Well, the stuff I made was tasty, but I still wouldn't serve it at a party. The more shit you have, the more shit you gotta clean up, and pack away. It's all very simple.
3) BUY MORE THAN ONE BAG OF ICE Leaping Christ, it is 90 degrees out. The soda was 90 degrees, too. Furthermore, have some water or something handy, because not all of us even drink that shit. I'd rather do shots of kerosine than drink warm soda.
4) If you have alcohol, have alcohol. If you want it to be dry, don't fucking have alcohol. Don't tell some people to BYOB, then wonder why there's 6 guys, wasted, in the corner, and why they're not sharing their case of beer.
5) Sunday Afternoon parties suck, as a general rule. What kind of real partying can you do Sunday, at noon. Hell, I'm recovering from Saturday night's debauchery, at that point.
6) Some people like dancing, some don't. DO NOT be pushy about it. She kept trying to drag me out of my seat, and dance.
A) I don't dance to shit music
B)No public dancing when I'm sober
C)WTF, I still had a mild hangover from the night before, AND my stomach was doing a little dancing of it's own, due to the shit food. *grumble*
7) Don't think that just because you got there, and the food's out, that you're home free. Parties need to be planned. They don't just unfold (especially when 70% of the guests hate each other, and no one talks). Schedule. Assign people tasks. Have a schedule of events, i.e Party starts at noon, food comes out at 12:30, food gets cleared away at 2:30, presents get opened at 3, cake and deserts come out at 3:30 party breaks up by 4. Simple, right? and CRUCIAL. They didn't bring the cake out, till the DJ reminded them. They didn't have her open presents, they didn't even CUT the cake. They brought it out, people sang, and she wisked it away to the buffet, and plunked it on the table, only to continue dancing. People were sitting around, waiting for cake, like "WTF" Some other random guest, not even family, took the initiative, and started slicing it up and passing it out.
8) A 75 year old woman doesn't really need a rented hall, a young hip DJ (I'll give them credit, the DJ was excellent), a buffet like spread, and a FOUR FUCKING HOUR party. You could tell. She was tired 45 minutes into it. Fuck, I was tired 45 minutes into it. But then, it was my own personal hell... Examine your motives, when throwing a bash. Is it really for the person you're planning it for? Or is it really for you...
9) Four hours is too long. Way too long. (unless it's a GREAT party, I've seen some last 10 hours, and be great) Don't freak out and cry when people dissapear 2 hours into it.
Ugh. I think I'm done.
This cloud has one silver lining, however. I looked fucking GREAT. Yes I did. I wore a short skirt for the first time in about 7 years, and high (HIGH) spike heels. Black pinstripey gangster lookin skirt, black wraparound style top, and these sandals that were one black strip of leather across the top, with a chain over it and a dog-style chain around the ankle. They were so hawt, I kept looking down at my feet, thinking "damn, are those my feet? Those are some hawt feet right there!" Felt good. I'm going to bare some leg more often, I think. Start wearing some sexy shoes, sometimes.
The other silver lining, is that this one was SOOO bad, now I'm in the mood for a good one, and the wheels are turning. I see another Legendary Barbecue in my not too distant future. (I have to pat my back here, my parties are legendary. I'm talking hot tubs, peeing in the neighbor's convertable, midget porn, cops being called, legendary) This time I WILL invite the neighbors.
5.15.2004
Wow
I wish it wasn't the wee hours of the morning, on Guam, right now. I'd call my dad.
This made me cry.
My father was a corpsman, he served in Viet Nam. He retired out of the Navy, when he moved to Guam in the 80's. I would always ask him what his job was like, and he'd tell me all the menial stuff, that he did when he wasn't deployed, like oversee the medical records, at Naval Hospital, or work in the supply room, or whatever. I never knew what he *really* did. I never knew why he, a Navy guy, was always stationed on Marine bases. Once, someone asked me where I lived, when we were in North Carolina, and I said Camp LeJune. They said "but that's Marines". I was like *shrug* my dad's Navy, I dunno. Why he refuses to watch war movies, or hang out in crowds. Why he won't go to fireworks displays. Why he got so fucking offended that time I told him I saw a splatter picture of a bus accident victim, and I referred to it offhand as "Vietnam nasty"
From a very early age, he taught me to respect the human body, and learn everything about it. I knew what acetaminophen was, before I knew what Tylenol was. Where my maxilla, mandible, tibia, fibula, patella, all that. I remember so much of all the random medical jargon he taught me. He really REALLY had his heart set on me being a doctor. But, I honestly STILL didn't really know what he did.
I took a class, in college, that focused, in part, on the Vietnam war. We spoke to a number of Vets, and the would relate stories, funny, grizzly, awe inspiring. Even, a corpsman came to talk to us, some of his tales were particularly moving. It didn't exactly sink in that this guy, and my dad, had the same job.
I asked my mom about it once. She said "Oh, your dad was a big hippie. He joined the Navy, to get out of the draft, so he could have some cushy job." I always suspected that she was full of shit (she hates the guy). Reading that, pretty much confirmed it. He's always been anti-war, but he's not the person my mom makes him out to be. I know that already, but this hit home.
I just want to thank Mike for giving me a very good perspective. I've gained a new, deeper respect for my father, the military, and medical personel in general (moreso than I already had). That letter, in that link really registered. Thank you.
This made me cry.
My father was a corpsman, he served in Viet Nam. He retired out of the Navy, when he moved to Guam in the 80's. I would always ask him what his job was like, and he'd tell me all the menial stuff, that he did when he wasn't deployed, like oversee the medical records, at Naval Hospital, or work in the supply room, or whatever. I never knew what he *really* did. I never knew why he, a Navy guy, was always stationed on Marine bases. Once, someone asked me where I lived, when we were in North Carolina, and I said Camp LeJune. They said "but that's Marines". I was like *shrug* my dad's Navy, I dunno. Why he refuses to watch war movies, or hang out in crowds. Why he won't go to fireworks displays. Why he got so fucking offended that time I told him I saw a splatter picture of a bus accident victim, and I referred to it offhand as "Vietnam nasty"
From a very early age, he taught me to respect the human body, and learn everything about it. I knew what acetaminophen was, before I knew what Tylenol was. Where my maxilla, mandible, tibia, fibula, patella, all that. I remember so much of all the random medical jargon he taught me. He really REALLY had his heart set on me being a doctor. But, I honestly STILL didn't really know what he did.
I took a class, in college, that focused, in part, on the Vietnam war. We spoke to a number of Vets, and the would relate stories, funny, grizzly, awe inspiring. Even, a corpsman came to talk to us, some of his tales were particularly moving. It didn't exactly sink in that this guy, and my dad, had the same job.
I asked my mom about it once. She said "Oh, your dad was a big hippie. He joined the Navy, to get out of the draft, so he could have some cushy job." I always suspected that she was full of shit (she hates the guy). Reading that, pretty much confirmed it. He's always been anti-war, but he's not the person my mom makes him out to be. I know that already, but this hit home.
I just want to thank Mike for giving me a very good perspective. I've gained a new, deeper respect for my father, the military, and medical personel in general (moreso than I already had). That letter, in that link really registered. Thank you.
5.14.2004
:D
Saw The Harriet this morning, as usual. She came clip-clopping across the parking lot, on her teeny high heels, with her arms outstretched. "I'M SORRRRRRY!!! I'm sorry I just looked at a calendar today! I didn't even KNOW yesterday was the 13th! Happy Birthday, omg!"
I smiled. Nooooooo biggie. But, she's firmed her status, with me.
More news on the JW's: Betty called again today, but only to say how totally ill she is, and she couldn't possibly make it this coming week.
:D
I am in the best mood, ever.
I smiled. Nooooooo biggie. But, she's firmed her status, with me.
More news on the JW's: Betty called again today, but only to say how totally ill she is, and she couldn't possibly make it this coming week.
:D
I am in the best mood, ever.
Self Absorbed
She called me about 8 times yesterday. I saw her in the morning, when we dropped the kids off at school. I stood there for 15 minutes while she regaled me with her woes, her stresses, how busy she is, how she really needs my help to get these dishes together for this party.
She called me at 11 a.m. grilling me about this and that, and confiding that she's afraid she can't see her "love" this afternoon, between tanning, and cooking for the party, there's just not enough hours in the day. (read: her "love" isn't her husband, but we knew that already).
She called me at 3 on the dot, just as I was picking my son up from school, and discussing with his teacher how much fun they had on the class trip. She interrupted me. I joked to the mister later, that the only reason I picked up the phone, was because I thought she'd realized that today was my birthday, and she'd be terribly embarassed, for not having mentioned it. No. She answers with this
"Ok, I have a stuuuuupid question" (since when aren't they?) "Stop and Shop doesn't have those little eggplants you were talking about, what do I do!?"
"---I can't---ear---y---bre--ing--up-call----*fake static*--later *click*"
It was hysterical. My husband thought it odd, as I normally get perfect reception, in the schoolyard...
She calls at 6. "Did you get those trays I wanted?"
Me, slightly bemused, "Nope."
"BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO YOUR MOM'S HOUSE TODAY!? DID YOU FORGET TO GET MY TRAYS?!?!"
"No, I didn't forget"
*strained silence* *muffled exasperated sighs* "When are you going to get them?! We need them for Sunday, you know!"
"Eeeyup. I know. Listen. I'm eating dinner. My cake's about to come, I gotta go"
The cake thing, that was a clue. It was futile. I didn't have cake.
10:00 p.m. She calls me. I'm already half sloshed.
"How do I slice the bell peppers, for the grilled vegetables?!"
"With a knife"
"LIIISA c'MON! What the FUCK?"
"Carefully, with a knife, don't cut your fingers. I'm drunk, goodbye."
Now, I don't ask for much. I'm content with checking my personality at the door, when I see her, most of the time. It's all about her. Sure. I'm fine with slaving over food that "she" cooks, and brings to various functions (yes, I do it all the time), only to have her take full credit. Whatever, a favor is a favor, I'm not after loads of attention for my cooking. I'm even fine with being bossed around sometimes.
But, forget to say a simple thing like "Happy Birthday" when you see me, on the morning of my birthday? Call me up, to interrupt an otherwise glorious day (and really it was, seriously the best birthday I've had in 3-4 years) and yell at me? She went from being one of those "distancy, small doses, I tolerate her because she's my neighbor" type of friends, right to "shit list".
She called me at 11 a.m. grilling me about this and that, and confiding that she's afraid she can't see her "love" this afternoon, between tanning, and cooking for the party, there's just not enough hours in the day. (read: her "love" isn't her husband, but we knew that already).
She called me at 3 on the dot, just as I was picking my son up from school, and discussing with his teacher how much fun they had on the class trip. She interrupted me. I joked to the mister later, that the only reason I picked up the phone, was because I thought she'd realized that today was my birthday, and she'd be terribly embarassed, for not having mentioned it. No. She answers with this
"Ok, I have a stuuuuupid question" (since when aren't they?) "Stop and Shop doesn't have those little eggplants you were talking about, what do I do!?"
"---I can't---ear---y---bre--ing--up-call----*fake static*--later *click*"
It was hysterical. My husband thought it odd, as I normally get perfect reception, in the schoolyard...
She calls at 6. "Did you get those trays I wanted?"
Me, slightly bemused, "Nope."
"BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO YOUR MOM'S HOUSE TODAY!? DID YOU FORGET TO GET MY TRAYS?!?!"
"No, I didn't forget"
*strained silence* *muffled exasperated sighs* "When are you going to get them?! We need them for Sunday, you know!"
"Eeeyup. I know. Listen. I'm eating dinner. My cake's about to come, I gotta go"
The cake thing, that was a clue. It was futile. I didn't have cake.
10:00 p.m. She calls me. I'm already half sloshed.
"How do I slice the bell peppers, for the grilled vegetables?!"
"With a knife"
"LIIISA c'MON! What the FUCK?"
"Carefully, with a knife, don't cut your fingers. I'm drunk, goodbye."
Now, I don't ask for much. I'm content with checking my personality at the door, when I see her, most of the time. It's all about her. Sure. I'm fine with slaving over food that "she" cooks, and brings to various functions (yes, I do it all the time), only to have her take full credit. Whatever, a favor is a favor, I'm not after loads of attention for my cooking. I'm even fine with being bossed around sometimes.
But, forget to say a simple thing like "Happy Birthday" when you see me, on the morning of my birthday? Call me up, to interrupt an otherwise glorious day (and really it was, seriously the best birthday I've had in 3-4 years) and yell at me? She went from being one of those "distancy, small doses, I tolerate her because she's my neighbor" type of friends, right to "shit list".
5.13.2004
Since it is May Thirteenth
I must wish GE a Happy Birthday.
He's a scholar, a poet, a thinker, a boat junkie, a genuinely hilarious d00d, a raving nutjob, and an all around decent h00m. It's nice that we're sorta back in touch, again. Here's to you on your (what, 54th, 55th?) birthday, the world became that much odder when you entered it.
He's a scholar, a poet, a thinker, a boat junkie, a genuinely hilarious d00d, a raving nutjob, and an all around decent h00m. It's nice that we're sorta back in touch, again. Here's to you on your (what, 54th, 55th?) birthday, the world became that much odder when you entered it.
5.12.2004
Men don't keep women down
Women do.
Threads like this GENUINELY piss me off.
Oh poor pity my ugly titties. They're so not normal. I want them to look like all those girls on TV, and in Playboy. This one is a double whammy. It's a plea for attention, a woman who doesn't know anything but to whine or talk about sexuality, as a way of getting attention. I've never seen her contribute to any thread, make a valid point, start or continue an interesting discussion. It's either sex or whining. It's also a "I hate my body, I want to look more -normal-"
Frankly, I'm ashamed to call myself a girl, if this is what I have to share the gender with.
I wanted to rant more. I lost steam. I'll revisit this topic, for sure. It's a long standing thing. SP had one, Kit. ACF seems to be TEEMING with them. *bangs head on keyboard*
Threads like this GENUINELY piss me off.
Oh poor pity my ugly titties. They're so not normal. I want them to look like all those girls on TV, and in Playboy. This one is a double whammy. It's a plea for attention, a woman who doesn't know anything but to whine or talk about sexuality, as a way of getting attention. I've never seen her contribute to any thread, make a valid point, start or continue an interesting discussion. It's either sex or whining. It's also a "I hate my body, I want to look more -normal-"
Frankly, I'm ashamed to call myself a girl, if this is what I have to share the gender with.
I wanted to rant more. I lost steam. I'll revisit this topic, for sure. It's a long standing thing. SP had one, Kit. ACF seems to be TEEMING with them. *bangs head on keyboard*
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