Sewage saga

I am not an honest person by nature, I have learnt the hard way that saying what the other person wants to hear and what actually is...is different. This has taken most of my adult life to sort out...but I always seem to fall back on the whole...they really don't want to hear this...and then misunderstandings and mudslinging ensues...speaking of mud...or sludge...or basically 'death' courtesy of my basement...where was I? oh, right...my small attempt to realign the forces of sewageness and repare the blasted clog had failed, I was upstairs blogging in the corner of my bed crying...after awhile some of my roomates came home...one by one I greeted them with...there is dragon poop in our basement and I had to touch it, confessing i also cried but adding the tragic twist of...and theres more...more...so much more of it to deal with...all my roomates were dooly shocked and might I say awed by my bravery at touching said dragon excrement, super supportive and then one of my roomies planned a 'lets do it all together' sewage clean-up party for tonight...because apparently it's not as bad when we do it all together. this party is an open invitation by the way...
anyway, before all this, I was going to update my landlord on the nature of our drain... but I just couldn't, for some reason I just wanted him to think everything was great and there was no dragon in the basement...and poor landlord was probably wondering why rent to single girls...so I finally had to update him, and the kind landlord was really understanding...I also phoned almost every plumber asking for estimates once I got the go ahead to clean the drain professionally...so basically every plumber in town has my phone number...that 'can you give me an estimate on sewage line cleaning' is a great conversation starter...there are so many things I never wanted to find out during this whole escapade....but now that I've shared all my sewage issues...it doesnt quite seem so scary, the dragon has left the building...and now I just need to clean up his mess...also i think my roomates will be extra happy that I was honest, cause now there will ba a party tonight...minus the sewage clean-up part

i hate this

the basement drain has been flooding when we do laundry...it's gross, i notice, all my roomates notice, but since i am the 'main' person...i don't do anything, no one does anything...i call the plumber, explain the problem, he says he can't come, and to clean the drain...by self...he says it will save me money...i think, well thats gross, but i am the main person, I can rise above this, and actually I hate having handy-men here...i hate the mts dudes, i hate the dishwasher genius, the roofers are a whole other trial...I just don't like having strangers all over the house doing whatever they want and me being...me..."Now, ma'am can you tell me your internet password?" techie person asks...
"No, I can't remember it...sorry, I'll call my roomate...ummmm...soorry..." he rolls his eyes...
what I really wanted to say was..."I entered the password a year ago into my computer and it's automatic now, why in the world would I keep the original paper with the password for when the internet gets disconnected...this is the first world, the internet should NOT disconnect!"
so now, back to the plumber who won't come and me with a coat hanger, to unplug the drain...the metal coat hanger is alot harder to bend out of shape than they let you think...took me a full 15 minutes to figure out I am the weakest person alive...finally I am ready to open the drain and inspect the damage...
apparently a dragon poops in our basement.
the foulest most odeous looking sludge greated me...the pure heinousness of it made me gag...and I am pretty good with smells...
i never got to the coat hanger part...i just started crying and ran upstairs....i am still crying and hating the fact that i have to go back down there...and deal with the sludgge of death...and maybe I will put it off one more day, until I by a face mask or something...I hate this so much...my nose hairs hurt, I am sure some of them singed right off it was so horrid

Grauuughghghghghghghghghg

sometimes i go alittle crazy...today i relearned about misogeny...the greek teaching that women are highly irrational creatures, and far inferior to men...they have their place. But still...so lacking...the origin of the word hysterical...all relating to the presence of the womb...in a females body...and the fact that for many years women wore amulets of their womb around their necks so their womb would not go wandering...and so when I say...it's not me, it's my womb...it is based on highly intellectual minds like Hippocrates...and the fact that women are curiosities unto themselves as much as anyone else...and now I must go in search of my womb, for I fear it has wandered away...womb, womb...where for art thou womb?????

who bakes?

today has been lessons in life with a family on the go...oh and I met Lily! Lily Kay...sweetest baby...

anyway, I learnt that parents spend a whole lot of time running for kids...school drop off, school pick up...soccer drop off, soccer pick up...choir practise...up down, in out...always on the go...then at the end of the day there is baking muffins for daughters class...

much to do and still there is time to talk... topics of the day involve,

hey do you have an iphone yet?

why don't you have an iphone.

You should have an iphone like me...then someday you can have as many apps as me...

I have sooo many apps...

I love my apps....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

in my defense.

I phone...I have a phone, it's old...but not an iphone...

to the backdrop of Micheal Jackson...we are baking cupcakes...I am mixing the flour and eggs to 'beat it'...sooo appropriate...

so I can't ipone...but ibake...and that is enough for right now...thanks A for letting me help...ps i went to bed before icing and sprinkle session...

the boys

well...I am visiting the the boys...Bo is a bit sick today so there have been many tempurature checks, visits to the doctor, calls to the pharmacist, Andi asks what I think...and then calls the pro's:) Being as today they were all planning on heading to the zoo and that didn't work out...the boys have taken it really well...they LOVE the zoo...but of course they love me too...Lige and I had a discussion about talking to others when we feel like bursting so other people don't have to read our minds...we actually had quite a nice conversation about conflict and feeling emotional...in some ways I feel like he is learning the same things I am...wow, when did he grow up? Korban drew me pictures of monsters, and told a story for everything he did, then came up at bedtime with a animal print mumu on, apparently it's what royalty wears in India...with Korban there is alomst always some sort of pomp and ceremony...then Sim ran home with me to get the bread out of the oven and entertained me this afternoon with his ability to push all his brothers buttons...he is pure genius...but I can't encourage this in front of his parents...that would be bad. Laz killed me at least 6 times today, I do feel the love, he refused to give me a hug goodnite but maybe tomorrow I will tackle him down...like all good aunts do...I love watching him smile, mostly cause I have to work so hard to get one...and when he does I feel like the heavens have opened and I have done something right with my life. BO even smiled once at me, I was quite impressed at his socializing skills with a fever of +38C...went to see Grandpa and there is a possible chocolate fundue coming up...quite the full day.
Oh, I know I am visiting andi when...I saw some tupperware containers on a kitchen counter with what looked like chocolate cookies in it...I was babysitting so thought, "Andi won't mind, I'll just sneak one while the boys aren't looking so I won't have to explain it to Andi later...just a little pick me up for me...cause I am so good like that." Well, turns out those chocolate cookies were rocks and the containers are for the pet frogs the boys have aquired...never assume anything at Andi's...it could be a creature being raised by Elijah...
but the day will end with fondue so I am happy now...as long as those containers stay closed and out of my room...I will sleep well tonight.

today

i cleaned my room...it was ubber dirty...then I painted my nails...oh oh I vaccumed ...i don't even know how to spell it cause I don't really like floors...i find them essential but unnessessary to clean...ever. Then I tried on my dress for my roomies wedding...i also drank water, and took out the trash.
i didn't think about school, about how it controls my life and i am a prisoner to it...I just enjoyed my day off...and you just waisted 2 minutes of your life reading about it...nope, can't take it back...gone.

what a mess...

I will be the first to admit that I am not cut out for sales...it's just not me...sometimes I wonder if it's cause I'm not outgoing...that people intimidate me is a definate minus...or that I don't trust that I can offer advise and input stylewise...or that fact that I can't talk people into doing anything I want, I am not very convinsing, I hesitate alot, I fumble for words, I blank, sometimes I can't even win me over...or maybe, maybe it's cause deep deep down I really honestly think they'll be just fine without any product from the store...

my current manager really worried that I wouldn't hack it...she made me her special case and never failed to remind me how to sell, sell, sell...only recently do I have her approval but it's been over a year...she told me I grew into sales...I personally don't think so, I think I have just learned to fake, fake, fake my way to being in retail...people buy things, there has got to be someone behind the till to ring up the purchase right...well, right now it's me...

anyway retail is ubber high turnover...no one stays...but here I am, the unretail, retailer...staying...ahhhhhhhh I just told my boss I would take on more responsibility in order to get more hours over the summer...mostly I said that cause everyone is quitting and I feel sorry for her...I had a mini panic attack today thinking about becoming some crazy retail managerial person...why do I say things I don't mean?...why do I say them to my boss?...I feel like I just sold something...myself...for way too cheap.