Hidy-ho, neighbors

How's it going, y'all?  I've missed you guys a great deal, but don't blame me, blame the massive collection of MORONS employed by AT&T....

Seriously, if I knew where Mr. AT&T lived, I'd drive to his home, knock on the door and when he answered just punch him in the face.

Here's the situation:

Hubs and I bought our new home -YAY!- in mid-May after our trip to D.C. (I'll cover that later).   We immediately called AT&T to request a transfer of service from our previous address to the new house.  Seems simple enough, right?  Well, it would be if we were talking about any other company.  But no, we're talking about AT&T. 

Fast-forward to today (June 20) and we STILL do not have internet service at our new residence.  Oh, they shut off the service at the old place.  Sure, they sent a guy out to run the new dsl line and install a phone jack.  But did they push that tiny little button on a computer in their office to connect the internet to our home?  Of course not.  That small piece of service apparently takes a whole new order, three weeks of wait time and an act of Congress.  

Jess has not been a happy gal.  

I've yelled at approximately 14 different service people, all to no avail.   I think they probably have my account highlighted and posted all over the company with some warning about providing actual service.  "Do not provide quality service to this customer.  She called us morons."

Grr.  

So that's why I have not been able to check in with you, my most fantabulous blogging buds.  I miss you all terribly, and cannot wait to catch up with you guys.  It will take me forever to do it, but I'm determined!  

Anyhoo,  I'm leaving on Wednesday to join my Tennessee family in Destin for a few days.  My girls have not been to the beach yet, so I'm excited to see their reactions.  Soon I will update you guys on our new house (demolition, renovation and other fun stuff), as well as our trip to D.C. and any other interesting tidbits I can recall. 

Love, peace and chicken grease!

 

Face Punch

Happy Sunday everyone! I trust the weekend has been a wonderful and happy one for you all.  If not, don't worry - another one will come around again in five days. 

I'm in one heckuva great mood today, mostly because I start back at school on Wednesday.  Excited doesn't even begin to cover it. College sophomore at 26.  Man, I'm old.  Still, age can't rain on my parade!  Got my backpack, binders, paper, pens, highlighters.  I even bought some of those little colored tabs for important notes.  I'm like the professional student.  Don't be jealous - all items can be found at your local superstore. 

Anyhoo, sometimes even when it's a great day, people still need a good knock in the head.  Because let's face it, idiots are running rampant throughout this world.  An overabundance of stupidity, if you will.

In order to deal with the activities of so many morons, we have things like Face Punch.  Makes us feel as if we're taking back control.... one snide comment at a time. 

Today is mostly just venting frustration about things I'm SICK TO DEATH of hearing about.  Same stories over and over. And over.  Again.  So here we go...

Everyone and everything having to do with "The Hills"

Speidi.  That other Montag girl.  The Audrina-catfight-with-every-other-chick-on-the-show incidents.  I could really care less what you spoiled rich kids (with no idea about real life or responsibilities or work) are up to on a day-to-day basis.  "Did you see what happened last night on The Hills?"  No, I don't know and I DON'T CARE.  Go away.  I also don't care to see them on the cover of celebrity magazines.  I want to read about real celebrities.  You know, the ones who are famous for actually doing stuff.   (I had the same pet peeve about Paris Hilton.)

I think someone told me "The Hills" ended, so that's good.  Hopefully there are no more spinoffs. 


The (now single) dude who let his girlfriend get hit by a foul ball

What. A. Loser.   Even the announcer said, "Chivalry is dead."  Haha.

Okay, so I know dude didn't have a glove, but couldn't he man up and at least attempt to catch the ball instead of cowering away like a little girl and letting his obviously not athletically-inclined gf get drilled?

They were interviewed on one of those morning shows afterwards and it was quite obvious the girl had already dropped this dork like a bad habit.  I don't blame her. 

Dude, you get a face punch just for needing to grow a pair. 

Brett Favre

First, dude was too old to play for the NFL about seven years ago. 
Second, the whole "I'm retiring.....no wait, maybe not.......you know what?  Yeah I am........Well, maybe next year...."  crap is getting annoying, dude.  Either retire or don't.  If you retire, you'll be able to keep some of your dignity.  If not, you'll need hip replacement soon and just continue to make more of a mockery out of a career that used to be legendary.  At first it was slightly interesting, but now it's just sad. 





That's all I've got for today, because in addition to my already great day, my bestie Mo is coming to visit me tonight. 

YAY! 

And when we get together this is us:

except we don't actually chest bump, because I'm a chick.  Ow.
Hope y'all have a great rest of the day!

Buh-bye.