in my opinion (and from what many google searches have said), bank of america fucked me over and continues to do so. i can’t stop them…i’m a drop in their ocean. i sincerely believe with all of my heart that (right at the EXACT time the mortgage stuff collapsed along with our economy) they sold me a predatory loan. i had zero clue what it meant (or eventually would mean). (the answer is financial disaster and loss of well over 100k, i think).
because there’s no money in it for the lawyers, it seems they’re all very busy right now. i tried “free” legal organizations, but nothing. so then i thought…is it a dumbass thing to attempt to file a civil suit against a giant like boa and also be your own lawyer? what’s the old phrase? “anyone who defends himself has a fool for a lawyer”.
then i googled “defending yourself in civil court” and got a myriad of quality information. some very detailed. but they all did say one constant: if you lose, you lose your case, what you were suing for (or to keep), and you have to pay all of boa’s attorney fees, court costs, and jesus christ himself will come down and make you give him one million dollars. (cash only…he’s like that.)
if i won (and the judge was cool), i’d ask him/her to say “you’re out of order, mr. mcnulty!” so i can do the famous court bit most know. after everyone’s left, of course haha
also, i really, really, really, need the judge to be a sassy, black, lady. not only will i feel like i have a fair and impartial judge, but we can also do the sassy, black lady head roll when bank of america says some bullshit and we catch ’em on it.
it’s really weird to attempt to talk and not even a peep comes out. i can whisper just a little. i’m only half-way through the course, assuming i’ve been diagnosed correctly.
my cats think it’s sorta’ effed up that i don’t talk to them anymore. i love on them more than i should, but i don’t speak to them. they remain confused 🙂
i have to give one of my cats, tommy, “lysine” because of his bad eyes and upper respiratory issues. it helps a bit between antibiotic shots.
it’s a gel, so i just put it on his paw. he tries to run away from it, but he runs on only the 3 other legs. when the gel paw goes up, he shakes it violently. none of that works, so he licks it off. for some very odd reason (to me) it’s maple-flavored.
i need to get video of it soon…
comment below if you have funny cat medicine stories… 🙂
because of indescribable hatred and violence towards gay people in 1985, i was 19 before i came out to one friend and my mom. mom said “well…it’s going to be a sad an lonely life” and didn’t speak to me for around 3 weeks.
i have to run errands with (non-contagious) severe laryngitis. i can’t speak (not even whisper) for around 14 days straight. (i asked the dr. “business days”?) she laughed.
i have to communicate. it’s inevitable and ubiquitous. if i whisper to them, it sounds like i’m going to kill them later. when i write something down, they all think i’m deaf.
some who think i’m deaf, call for someone else to help. WHY???????? can you not write or speak or read? you need better social skills. i don’t know how my deaf friends deal with being treated like an idiot all the time.
anyway…i know sign language (asl) pretty ok. it’s been 20 years, so i probably suck pretty badly. but so far, not one single person i’ve encountered has been deaf or know asl.
the journey continues….
[shout out to all my hoh and deaf friends in seattle!]
(comment below with something stupid or interesting…)
hire me. i’m beyond excellent with grammar. i so know how to capitalize. extremely tech and computer savvy. editor for 2 years for a newspaper. hire me 🙂
just find a blog post that burns your soul to comment on. if you’re one of the best, i’ll send you $3.14 tomorrow on pi day. paypal? i don’t know.
(some rules: us only, void where prohibited, objects in mirror may appear closer (that’s what he said.)
due to the laryngitis, i haven’t spoken to my cats in five days. a few loud clappings to stop from from doing cat stuff that makes a disturbing sound, but nothing verbal. i’ve snuck in a few whispers, against doctor’s orders, but remain concerned and confused.
laryngitis is one of the oddest scenarios i’ve ever been in.
i know there are people out there with far worse issues, but fuck them…this is about me! 🙂
eating cap’n crunch peanut butter cereal is all about the timing…
when you put the milk in, always poor to the bottom (not all over all the pieces)…then you eat the ones hit with milk first. give it just a moment to soften enough (but not too much).
it really is the timing.
once you find your groove, you’ll be printing out online coupons for more boxes.
they were recalled a few months ago, but they say they’ll be back 🙂
when i first awake, i’m a zombie. i have no concept of time or space for an hour. i’m always stepping in it. Here’s my solution for you cat owners:
having cats means having furballs (hairballs) hocked up in random places (usually anywhere i step in my bare feet). if not the furball, then the sound of the attempt to hack one up. a vet swore by “greenies” hairball treats (tuna-flavored w/vitamins), so i gave it a try. after around one week, the furball hacking began stopping. a few days later, neither kitty did the furball song n’ dance anymore. i now give them once a night to both cats to keep their systems operating smoothly. one small handful for both cats. for a year now, no furballs on the floor or verbal attempts. click the image below to go to amazon, if you’re interested…also check walmart’s site to see if they’re offering a lower price.
here’s the intel site for helping your intel parts perform better by updating your drivers/software. this is important and the site sorta’ does it all for you.
i have a “no cats in my lap while i’m on the laptop doing real work” policy. the cats have learned that lap is bad (or good)…but they don’t know unless they try first.
so…both of them (at separate times) will jump on the chair right beside me, sit there a moment, and then very softly put one paw on my leg to catch my reaction.
if what i’m working on is stupid, they get the full lap coverage and kisses. but if it’s the opposite, they get my “go away” behavior.
i find all the ways and needs of communicating interesting. especially being a somewhat social person. no matter the cause, i still have to communicate. i had to call my bank on something urgent that couldn’t wait on an email, for example.
words to live by: never whisper something to a bank teller. they get really concerned…
because of my first case of laryngitis, i haven’t spoken to the kitties in 3 days now. they know something is wrong with me, so they’ve stayed by my side all day/night, but haven’t bothered me like they always do. they did get fidgety when it was close to treat time 🙂
i just learned that by having blog comment shows google that your site is engaging enough to get you closer to that glorious first page.
so please comment on as many blog posts that you want! 🙂
i was supposed to nuke the lasagna for 12 minutes. unknowingly, i typed in something digital that neil degrasse tyson couldn’t understand.
fortunately, i walked by and noticed the really, really long time remaining and stopped it. but here’s the caveat…how long was it in there? how much longer would it need?
i hate to admit it, but since lasagna has to be cooked perfectly, it went to the violent death of the garbage disposal. it didn’t’ deserve that for my own stupidity.
thank god it was on sale, though.
get an external storage hard drive (click here, for example). back up your important stuff, setting, etc. so if anything happens to your current drive that’s unrecoverable…you have that stuff saved! do it today!!
52 and have never had laryngitis. had one rough talking night during my dress rehearsal the night before opening of our high school’s musical “my fair lady”. i played professor henry higgins. my voice was back to normal the next morning. the late, great, randy bryant, directed it at seventy-first high school in fayetteville, nc (71st)
apparently, the only real and sure cure for it is zero use of your vocal chords. not even whispering. stfu, is all everyone says works.
but i constantly catch myself saying some nonsense to one or both, quite often. i think they think something’s up because i haven’t been talking to them. i mean, isn’t oral communication just as important even though neither of us have any clue what the other one’s saying?
(note: it just dawned on me that they might just be enjoying the peace n’ quiet of me shutting up for once in my life.)
(next day note: now i’ve resorted to loud clapping and foot stomping to make them behave and follow all of my human rules. i hope nobody’s watching or they’d lock me away.)
(day 3 of laryngitis: no words spoken for 3 days. a few whispers. i think my cats have determined they have an upperhand, they just don’t get it yet.)
i said hi to him in the grocery aisle. he said hi back. there was that brief stare of “ok, what’s next?”
i was in awe of his beauty.
then he asked me if i’d ever heard about having my own amway business.
i don’t put those “keep your toilet cleaner” drop-ins or anything at all. i fear i’ll bust my head open one day and they’ll have to drink out of the toilet that i probably poisoned them with.
comment below with your irrational cat fears 🙂
my college roommate placement card came in the mail, sometime in 1984. it had my new roommate’s name and contact info so we could discuss stuff.
his name on the card was “Bracey Frederick Fountain III” from nc. of course, that name exploded my curiosity.
(he went by “brock”, btw.)
he was a very cool guy. i was a shitty roommate. i was an only child and i didn’t get certain shit yet. i first tried (and fell in deep love with) mary jane. i was high 24/7. never went to a class. after a year, they (very politely) asked me to leave and not come back.
brock…look me up anytime…
it’s difficult meeting new people for most. i’ll talk anyone. don’t give a fuk. but (very quickly) you tend to run out of things to talk about. this is because it’s hard to reminisce with someone you don’t know.
“hey man…remember that time a few seconds ago when i walked up and said i liked your shoes?”
i didn’t want the next post to be the first one people saw, so you’re seeing this right now instead.
whether you like it or not, the word “cunt” is in our vernacular. i’ve always listened to arguments against my using the word. (i don’t use it often…either for dark humor or as an actual name i’m calling someone like “kim davis”.
men don’t seem to care, but women flock to the battlefield on this one.
please comment below your opinion if it can be used, any caveats, etc.