I'm Baaaaack!!!!

Well, it’s certainly been awhile since my last entry hasn’t it? The joys of having a computer in ones mother’s room. A lot’s changed since my last entry. Well, not a lot. A lot for me though. I don’t embrace change. (WARNING- THIS WILL BE A LONG ONE. I’M SERIOUS. GET COMFORTABLE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

So, anyway, the main change is that the house sold, and I am now in Florida. Yes, your quirky (but lovable!), sun-phobic hostess is now in the sunshine state (unless that’s California or something. Cause that‘s not where I am, lol). Needless to say, there is much hiding in my room with the shades drawn, despite repeated attempts by my mother to go to Toys R Us to get a bad mitten set (why?). I am saved from sunburn hell by the sheer fact that our backyard has ants that bite (God I hate nature). I. Don’t. Do. Outdoors.

So, anyway, our house sold and we left Annapolis Dec. 15 (and left all of our crap up there in a storage room. It’s still there. More on that in the next paragraph.) The plan was, we were renting a mini-van, my oldest sister would drive that with my grandmother in the passenger seat, my mother and I in the car, and divide the four dogs and two cats between the cars. That was the plan. What changed? Well, we got another dog. A half Chow, half German Sheppard named Ginger. Because we didn’t have enough pets, let’s add another right before we go on a 16 hour trip (my favorite reaction to the news was my father‘s. I told him we got another dog, and I swear I could hear the earth rotating on its axis). No, seriously, she belonged to one of my sister’s neighbors, and was being tied outside 24/7, never allowed inside, even when it snowed, rained, nothing, and had NO shelter. I would just like to take a momentary break from my normal quirkiness to say that people who tie their dogs like that should be shot. She was also emaciated and attention-starved (I am at this very moment trying to get through to her the fact that she is not a lap dog… I don’t think she gets it). Ginger is a very sweet dog, doesn’t seem to have a mean bone in her body, you just gotta watch your fingers when you give her a treat, lol, or she’ll bite them off.

So, yeah, um…. The storage room. Yeah, you might be wondering why all of our crap is still in Annapolis. Well, the moving company we HAD had lined up showed up, whined that he would have to walk around the back of the building to where our house was, and then bitched that there was too much stuff for 2 men, he needed three, and he wasn’t gonna do it. Um, hello, someone DID come by to see how much junk we had and I’m sure that they noticed that they had to walk around the building. What an asshole. So, we were left trying to find a moving company to pick our stuff up the next day, and it takes a bit to get a crew to take stuff to a different state. So, we had to open yet another storage room in Annapolis. Give us another few years, and I’m sure that we’ll have a storage room in every state, lol. So, basically our crap sits up there until my mother gets around to calling a moving company to bring it all down here. I. Want. My. Stuff!!!!

So, we get down here, and do we move into our new place? Nope. Why? We didn’t have one. Yes, my faithful readers (hi dad!), your quirky (but lovable!) hostess was homeless for Christmas. *sniff* We ended up staying in the worst days inn on the planet for, oh, two-three weeks. This place SUCKED!!! Half the lights didn’t work, we paid to have a refrigerator and freezer (they weren’t there), the sheets and comforter and one of the towels was FILTHY when we first arrived (the maids brought us clean ones the next day though.). And it was pay in advance for some reason. We’d pay for a few days, then at the end of that, we’d pay again for ANOTHER few days. We stayed at a days inn in VA (we didn’t get very far the first day. We’d stayed up all night getting the house in nice condition for the walkthrough, and we were EXHAUSTED!) and it was a nice, clean, comfortable place that you paid as you left like most places. Hey, at least it wasn’t by the hour.

We finally settled on our “Mobile Villa” last week, and can I just say, thank God. If I had had to spend another day in that place, I would have gone crazy(er). But that means that your quirky (but lovable) hostess has been without internet access for over a month. Without digital cable for over a month. Without even crappy days inn basic cable for a little over 2 weeks. It has not been a happy time for your beloved hostess. We bought a TV, and I had brought my poor little $30 DVD player that I had bought from Sears (that I had lent to my mother, and after only one day, SHE LOST THE REMOTE!!!! Sorry. I’m still bitter :-P), so we went to Wal-Mart, and bought a bunch of DVD’s (including, like, 6 or 7 that my mother didn’t want to buy that yours truly REALLY wanted. Woot!) and watched them to keep from dying of boredom. We only JUST NOW got internet and digital. Oh, and a phone line. On the plus side, my mother knows nothing of cable channels or packages or anything, so she gave ME the phone to tell the lady what ‘we’ wanted. Heh. We’ve got digital (in the living room, plus the boxes for mine and my mom’s room for when our TV’s make it from Maryland) with DVR, and every. Single. Premium. Channel. YES!!!!!!!! WAHOO!!!!!!!!! I’ve never had DVR before. I’ve heard good things about it. And since my VCR is in storage *grrr*, I imagine that it will be getting quite a workout from your hostess, the Record Junkie. And just in time for the mid-season premier of Battlestar Galactica Sunday, and Heroes Monday. YESSS!!!!!! Life. Is. Good. Hee!!!!

OK, I have rambled MORE than enough for one day. Way more than enough, actually. So, yeah, I’m gonna go play around on the internet (I am in serious BSG spoiler withdrawal. MUST! REMEDY! *frantically goes off in search of Sharon….er…..BSG spoilers*.

Later!!!