I was coming home from a pretty good day yesterday, I had the girls in tow, had plans for dinner lined out, and was enjoying the first three songs from Love, Angel, Music, Baby (those are really the only ones we like). I get home, unload the girlies, and check the mail. A Stuff Magazine, A Redbook Magazine, a Dillard's flyer, junk mail, and the gas bill. That's when I got smacked in the face.
I have been anxiously awaiting this bill, as it was the first full month of gas for the new house and I wanted to compare it to our bill from the extremely inefficient house we just moved from. $500. Yes, that is a FIVE followed by two zeros!!! After picking my mouth up off the floor and choking back a few tears, I called the company (which is located out of Oklahoma for some reason, even though the bill comes from Kansas) and after the longest this of electronic options I've ever had to wade through, finally spoke to a representative.
Apparently, when we moved, we had two bills that were combined into one totaling $355.00. I did in fact, receive this bill, which was followed by a bill stating that we had been credited $355.00 and our final bill was $0. I assumed this was because they had charged us twice, and had indeed received our payment and after all the math, we were settled. Well, that was definitely not the case. You see (I did not know this) the gas company credits your account when you move and moves all your charges to your new account (it sure would be nice if they would inform their customers about this). So, after this past month's $150.00 bill (which I could definitely have handled) we now owe $500.
All donations can be made to my name or Westar.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
There's Going to be a Wedding!
So, my dear friend Stephanie is getting married in April. To prepare, I need to sew some dresses for a couple of cute flower girls and get in shape to fit into a lovely bridesmaid dress.
The other task: send out bridal shower invitations. Now, Stephanie's sister Nicole and I have been trying to work this whole thing out for a couple months now. We cannot give out details, but I think we have finally figured it out. So last night I was addressing invitations. I have never and will probably never again have to write the following words that gave me a complex trying to spell them correctly:
Hornickel
Sheboygan
Kenosha
Wallerstedt
Geele
Ostrowski
Dorber
The other task: send out bridal shower invitations. Now, Stephanie's sister Nicole and I have been trying to work this whole thing out for a couple months now. We cannot give out details, but I think we have finally figured it out. So last night I was addressing invitations. I have never and will probably never again have to write the following words that gave me a complex trying to spell them correctly:
Hornickel
Sheboygan
Kenosha
Wallerstedt
Geele
Ostrowski
Dorber
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Too Much Pressure
I can feel the pressure already. I hate it when my daily reads are not updated, so I don't want to dissapoint. Trying to keep up with this will be a challenge. Anyway, I am working on trying to figure this all out, so bear with me. My blogging mentor is one Miss Steph V., so with her help I hope to satisfy all your wants and needs. (you should probably let me know what those are so that I can fulfill them).
Another side note: I am still cleaning up from the big birthday bash that was this past weekend. Once that is done, I plan on posting pics from my new house. That should be exciting, right?
Another side note: I am still cleaning up from the big birthday bash that was this past weekend. Once that is done, I plan on posting pics from my new house. That should be exciting, right?
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
The Greatest of Intentions
I typically pride myself on being an individual, not one to conform to a norm. I have fought very hard to resist the urge to wear a certain bracelete that has the words "live strong" imprinted on it. I have removed the ribbon magnet that boasts "support our troops" from my vehicle. And up to this point I have resisted the temptation to be enveloped by the world of blogging.
I am not a horrible, cynical person, but I feel like much of the meaning behind many of these things has been stripped by the media and marketing world that dictates everything we see and hear on a daily basis. I want to make decisions based on what I want or how I feel, not on how someone tells me I should feel. But this world of blogging that I have entered into....it has consumed me. I spend at least an hour of my day in my ritual of reading blog, after blog, after blog. I have determined that this is the wave of the future of communication.
I have never met these people, yet I am constantly thinking of what is going on in their "post" life. I miss those who first introduced me to this world. Those who don't post every day. I have succomed to the temptation. And I have the greatest of intentions with this blog. I feel this will replace my emails, my phone calls, and I dare say, my letters that I so rarely write.
So, for all of you already attached to this machine, I hope this becomes one of your daily reads. And for those of you who I hold near and dear, I hope this cements our various relationships. A funny, serious, not-so-serious, tuned into the current world, outlet for conversation and interaction. I am so looking forward to this.....I hope I won't dissapoint.
On a lighter note......if I drive clear across town to drink at your bar, and go out of my way to make sure the ladies I'm with are nice to you and make your job as a waiter easier, then I sure as hell don't want to give you a bill and expect no change in return. I may be tipsy, but I did in fact notice the 75 cents you forgot to return to me. Rest assured, that is the reason you received such a lousy tip.
I am not a horrible, cynical person, but I feel like much of the meaning behind many of these things has been stripped by the media and marketing world that dictates everything we see and hear on a daily basis. I want to make decisions based on what I want or how I feel, not on how someone tells me I should feel. But this world of blogging that I have entered into....it has consumed me. I spend at least an hour of my day in my ritual of reading blog, after blog, after blog. I have determined that this is the wave of the future of communication.
I have never met these people, yet I am constantly thinking of what is going on in their "post" life. I miss those who first introduced me to this world. Those who don't post every day. I have succomed to the temptation. And I have the greatest of intentions with this blog. I feel this will replace my emails, my phone calls, and I dare say, my letters that I so rarely write.
So, for all of you already attached to this machine, I hope this becomes one of your daily reads. And for those of you who I hold near and dear, I hope this cements our various relationships. A funny, serious, not-so-serious, tuned into the current world, outlet for conversation and interaction. I am so looking forward to this.....I hope I won't dissapoint.
On a lighter note......if I drive clear across town to drink at your bar, and go out of my way to make sure the ladies I'm with are nice to you and make your job as a waiter easier, then I sure as hell don't want to give you a bill and expect no change in return. I may be tipsy, but I did in fact notice the 75 cents you forgot to return to me. Rest assured, that is the reason you received such a lousy tip.
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