T-14 hrs

This is where I'll be!!
Okay, so maybe not at this resort exactly, or any resort for that matter... but chez mom and pops is pretty fancy and could be considered an all inclusive if you think about it!
Anyways, I'll be in the Caymans from Wednesday to Sunday so don't expect much blogging.  But don't worry, I'll be right back to posting shiz on Monday and rubbing in how awesome my trip was ;)

Swing Kids...Really?

So a little while back I posted that I watched Swing Kids again and ever since I've broadened my international appeal by like 10 fold. Every day I get someone from Spain, Sweden, UK or South Korea google searching the words Swing Hard and ending up on my blog.  I'm sure they've all been dissapointed since there can't possibly be that many people looking up this 15 year old movie on a daily basis.

So what is it people? I'm almost afraid to ask? Please don't tell me it's about swingers! I live next door to one, I don't need any more reminders.

Anyways I am dying of curiousity, so if it isn't anything illegal please comment and let me know what you were really looking for.

Thanks,

The management.

How not to get ready

It's T-6 hrs until me and the C-Mac are getting our drank on at the wine and fizzle show.  Which means I only have 4 hours of work left before I have to go home and get my press on.  (Disclosure: for non Bermudians "press" means clothes, specifically an outfit that you deem dressy)

Here's where in lies my dilemma. I have not figured out my press yet. Which means I will have two hours to get home, walk the sugar bear, try on a a shiz load of outfits, paint my nails, makeup and hair... It's doable, but here's what's really going to happen. I'll get home, see my dishes in the sink, decide that it's best that I do them now or else I won't enjoy myself at the show later, then after that I'll reward myself with a couple of minutes with my scramble iphone game, 30 minutes later Finny will remind me of his walk, I'll take him on the short route since I'm going to be running low on time, then I'll go home and panic, pick the dumbest outfit possible (ie usually something rediculously too warm or not warm enough) skip doing my nails, scrunch my hair because it's fast, and do most of my makeup in the car. 

Tah dah, you are now privy to what happens 99% of the times I have to get ready...

****NEWSBREAK****

This Just in.........I'm getting a new couch!!
I'll spare you the details but I spoke to the store manager yesterday and he was so embarassed that he said to please come in and make a reselection and not to worry, he will make sure I get a really good deal so I don't end up having to pay more for my new sofa.

Here's what I'm getting to replace them:
 (ignore the lame throw cushions)

Double Down Smack Down

Watch as Curtis enjoys his first, and sadly probably not his last Double Down from KFC.
Check the Finnestagator in pic #3, just DYING for a piece to fall on the floor.

Guess where I'm going?

♪ I don't know when, I don't know how,
but I know something starting right nowwwwwww ♪ ♪

One day I'll be part of this world:

Idiot du jour!

Someone at work put hot coffee grinds in the kitchen sink again,

tah dah:

I GIve Up!!

Guess who didn't show up Saturday? Dave! Good ol' trustworthy Dave. Instead I got a call from Gerry, the guy who came last week and is the reason why Dave has to come and fix the couch again.  Gerry obviously not too thrilled that I called and complained about his work so he decided that he was too busy to come on Saturday.

You can imagine the fumes coming out of my head Saturday morning.  Curtis came over and we went straight to the Brick.  There was no way I was going to play phone tag with these idiots again and  I wanted to see their faces while they spewed up the Bull Shit that they were no doubt going to deliver. 

I can't even begin to describe the pointlessness of trying to talk sense with these people. The one lady that I have been dealing with this whole time kept interrupting and changing the conversation to talk about herself. For instance I would mention that I spoke with someone the week before about the couch feeling like it was falling foward and her response is "Oh that was me, I remember you mentioning that, it's so weird the things I remember sometimes."  Well no, actually, it's not weird, it's your job to remember or maybe even perhaps write down customer complaints!!?!?!?!!?!"?!?  

Then while showing her the pictures of the couch and how shizzy it looks she sees a picture of Finnegan, well sure enough:  "OMG, Awwwwwwwwwwww what a cutie, what's his name?"  Like what's MY name lady? I'm the person whose money you take every month... Can you FOCUS here?

So anyways after all that insanity, she tells me that she's just called Dave and left Dave a menssage to call her back ASAP and that she will call me ASAP to let me know if Dave can come Money (today). 

Wellllll, Obviousllllllly, we have a Liar in Lincoln Park... haha jk, but has ANYONE called me to tell me if Dave is coming by tonight... Nope. So here we are again, and I'm seriously at a lost. Who do I complain to at this point? I think I might actually have an easier time going through Hilary Duff.