I kind of hope this isn't the episode they choose to do, but I'll still laugh myself silly. We're seeing this 2 days before we head to Vegas. Should help get me into a vacation mindset (like I need help). Thanks, Q101!!
Family Guy live!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
And by done I mean we're out of the old condo and living like hermits amongst boxes in the new apartment. We were able to withstand elevators malfunctioning and elevators breaking down completely. My feet will be sore for days and I won't know where all my new bruises are for about a week, but we are OUT! I'll put up pictures when everything's finally settled, but I'll leave you with Dave at the end of day two days of moving. This is when we knew it was time to stop.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
So literally everything else is scheduled. I've even guilted my sister into helping carry boxes (Thanks, Kim!), but on hold I sit again with Comcast. Smart little cookies that they are, they've completely hidden the 'I want to cancel my service' button on their site, so I've been on hold for a solid 10 minutes now. Granted, I could have gone the quicker 'I want to start service in a new place in a different name' route (something tells me they wouldn't keep me waiting this long if I wanted to BUY service - which I do), but the masochist in me won out. Woohoo!! Only 13 minutes and I have a live person!! See ya!
Monday, August 20, 2007
I think everyone can agree that moving is never entirely pleasant, so I'll just give you a quick run down of what we've gone through in the last week: We found a 1 bedroom we liked and I drove into the city to sign the papers. That same day, we got into the apartment to take some measurements and discovered (dang it!) we had no cell phone reception. Followed that up with a call to the management company to ask about changing buildings. No problem! Cut to today and Dave being all helpful and proactive by calling to get the utilities scheduled. Only problem? He gave them the wrong address. And that's the explanation for my morning of waiting. The hard part's over, right?
So, I'm setting this up (you're welcome, Ms. Howard) while on the phone with the gas company. Can you guess where the title came from? I've signed the papers so as of tomorrow we will be starting the lease on a nice little 2 bedroom and getting out of oppressive, nosy old people purgatory. That's actually who lives in condos here. Not the cute couples (apart from yours truly, of course) or small families you'd think. It's cranky old busy bodies who downsized from their homes to join together in a little community to run everybody else's lives. I'm really looking forward to renting. :)