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Remind Me Again Why You’re an Ass?
Jan 12th, 2010 by Babs

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Glenn has once again proven that his pit of stupidity is bottomless.

Yesterday morning he asks for some money so he could take the train home after work. No problem. He comes home for lunch in a DPW truck and when he leaves he takes all the bottles we’ve collected over the last couple of weeks to take back to the bottle redemption place. Again, no problem.

I’m just finishing up a workout when he arrives. He’s only there briefly so by the time I am able to get upstairs to take a shower he’s already gone. That’s when I realize my jeans have been moved and money is missing from one of the pockets.

When he returns home I ask him for the money back. He, of course, insists that he never touched the money; That I must be mistaken as to how much I had. Never mind that I had gone to the store just before I did my workout and knew exactly how much I had. So I ask him for the bottle money as Jarret’s lunch money fund was getting low. He doesn’t have it, claiming he had to use it to take the train back. WTF? We usually get at least $8 for our bottles when we turn them in so even if I hadn’t given him money for the train that morning he should’ve still had some left over.

I am so done with this shit.

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Just Thought You’d Like to Know
Aug 10th, 2009 by Babs

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Some of you may remember how a year ago Glenn accused me of flirting, and possibly having an affair, with the quad drummer from the Light Brigade. None of it actually happened, outside of Glenn’s head. But Glenn still persists and plans to beat the crap out of him when he sees him again.

So, a couple of days ago he announces that he saw me kissing said drummer at the show we did a week ago. Yes. Mr. I’m going to rip his head off not only did not do anything when (according to him) he had the perfect opportunity to do it, but sat on it for a week before telling me I was doing it. Never mind that I doubt the guy was even at the show, let alone in the Crusaders’ parking lot so that I could kiss him.

So yeah. Glenn is fucking loony tunes.

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The Week in a Review
Mar 8th, 2009 by Babs

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A few things I forgot to mention in earlier posts:

Web Bank locked me out of my account. I understand the need to play 20 questions when I’ve removed all identifying information from my computer, but really, if I answer the questions correctly do not slap me with an error message essentially telling me I don’t know what I’m talking about. It took me three days to get access to my account restored. Partially because Web Bank customer support is only available during regular banking hours (yes, I’m still trying to see the logic in that), partly because when CS was available Glenn (who is the primary account holder and has to give permission to reset unlock the account) was not. Note to self: Tell them I’m Glenn from now on.

No sooner did I regain access to my Web Bank account when I discovered my debit card had been frozen. Mine was one of many that been compromised during the hacking of Mastercard a few weeks back. While I’m glad they disabled the card, it would’ve been nice if they had sent me a replacement, first. So I had to call the bank and have them cancel the replacement that I had not received and issue another card — for which I have to wait up to 10 business days for. Despite the inconvenince it’s a good thing the second card never arrived. According to my friend at the bank a good percentage of the replacement cards had also been compromised. I don’t know if it’s due to Mastercard issuing already compromised numbers, or if they got hacked a second time. Either way, if you happen to have been a victim keep close tabs on your statements, even if you received a new card.

Some updates:

Drs. Foster and Smith are sending me a postage-paid label to return the tank light. This saves me $25+. Supposedly they have also already sent out a replacement light. Heck, as long as I eventually get it, and it’s in one peice, I’ll be happy.

Glenn’s truck made the news. Fox 25 must’ve had a slow news day. He has changed his story about the truck’s theft. He now longer tells everyone he left the keys in the ignition (and yes, he is boasting about this to anyone who will listen) but instead left them on the floor on the truck. Personally, I would’ve stuck with the original version, unless the DPW does know you don’t need to have the keys in the ignition to run the CB radio. Oh, and the truck still has yet to be found. Given how hard it is to miss a bright fricken yellow truck I’m thinking the Town isn’t really looking for the piece of crap and is, instead, holding out for the insurance money to buy a brand spanking new truck.

In the new news department I went to a friend’s wedding yesterday. Since my presence is currently in demand I’ll have to post more about it later.

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Blessed Yule!
Dec 21st, 2008 by Babs

I don’t know about Xmas, but the Gods have blessed us with a very snowy Yule.

The forecast predicted 7-12 inches on Friday, starting before noon, a sunny Saturday, and snow/rain starting sometime today. The storm started around 2-ish, Friday afternoon. When I went out for a smoke Saturday morning, around 2am, the snow was finally tapering off after dumping 8 inches of fluffy snow on us. However, it never completely stopped. All day Saturday, instead of sun, we had light flurries, which apparently intensified into another snow storm during the night. Glenn, who thought he was going to have the day to rest up after 22 hours of plowing/shoveling, got called in at 6am. I think he got called in then. Not sure as I wasn’t quite in my right mind, having been awake for nearly two days straight. Anyway, I just went out and there’s another 4 inches of snow — the heavier stuff, this time — and it’s still coming down strong.

My Yule plans didn’t go as, well, planned. Glenn didn’t take the turkey out of the freezer untill two days after I had asked him to do so. As such, the bird was still frozen. Fortunately I decided to cheat this year. Instead of the usual cover with cheesecloth/roast at a low temp/baste every 30 minutes method, I threw it into an oven bag and roasted it at a higher temperature. Still, we ate three hours later than we were supposed to. While we were eating I put the pie into the oven. Shortly afterward an already piss drunk Glenn turned off the stove, so when the timer went off it was nowhere near done. *headdesk* Because of the hubbub over dinner I never heard my phone’s timer go off, reminding me of ritual time, so I compleltey flaked off about that until about 2am this morning. My oil lamp, which was lit during the ritual, had gone out before I awoke this morning despite my making sure the wick was at the correct height and it had enough olive oil. And the tree, which we were supposed to decorate after dinner, is getting decorated now. Given the current weather, I’m not worried that I missed the sunrise. *laughs*

Needless to say, it’s been an interesting weekend, thus far.

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Oh no. He’s not paranoid at all.
Jul 16th, 2008 by Babs

Today Glenn asked one of our neighbors if he was interested in having a small cookout this weekend. The response I heard was, “Okay. If the weather is good.” An hour later Glenn comes in bellyaching about how this friend has changed his mind because he “doesn’t want the drama”. He has announced that he’s now going to get rid of our grill because if he can’t “party” then no one can. WTF?

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