How Oy! Oy! The Envoy ended 2009...

Yes, that's right: my car now has 50,000 miles on the odometer. Has it really been that long since THIS POST?

In love with you, as always (grumble, grumble)...

I got a termination notice from the City of Dallas Water Department today. Apparently, I haven’t paid my bill in a couple of months.

Here’s the thing, though. I haven’t received a f-ing bill since we moved into our new house. Over the summer, I made monthly phone calls about this issue and complained to several individuals who – in typical City employee fashion – could have cared less. So, I created an account online, and asked to receive email notifications of my bills since it was apparently impossible to receive them the regular way.

It took a couple of months, but the City FINALLY started emailing me bill notifications. But I guess around late October they decided to stop sending me those as well. Because they like to screw with me like that. And, well, I just forgot about the d@mn water bill. I am used to paying bills PROMPTLY upon receiving them. But how in the HELL am I supposed to remember to pay a bill:

1. I am never notified about?



2. I have to remember to call a Dallas Water Utilities costumer service agent MONTHLY to find out the amount? Something – as discussed in previous posts – is often easier said than done.



3. Without any kind of invoice number to tie it to?

All these points are ESPECIALLY important considering they sent me the notice TODAY informing me that they plan to turn off my water on MONDAY during a week when City offices are only open through TOMORROW.

And, then, there was this little dandy:


Luckily, after much trial and error, I was able to access my account online, and managed to pay my bill. Albeit, for a bill that listed my CURRENT address under a label that referenced my OLD address (which is most likely the root of the problem). I also enjoy the fact that this “confusion” has apparently taken place MONTHS after relocating back in JUNE. And that I get to PAY for their mistake with late payments and threats to discontinue my water.

Plus, it drives me up the wall that I really only have myself to blame. After all, I’ve known they were incompetent for years now. I need to remind myself to remind them to bill me properly, or pay the price.

Of course, I am still fascinated that they have NO problem mailing me a termination notice. It is just regular monthly billing that is the problem.

And, yet again, I am reminded about how much I hate that the City of Dallas has a monopoly on water. If there was a competitor out there, I’d switch in a heart beat.

Confessions of a mad woman...

The following story is being posted by popular request (not my own). This really means I am posting this so that you, Internet Metapeople, can join in the fun and laugh at my expense.

You know all the recent stories about Tiger Woods in the news? Well, unless you’ve been living in a hole, you know that he has been accused of being more or less a man-whore. His marriage is most likely over, and for awhile there, it seemed like a new sexual liaison (or two or eight) was emerging other day for weeks.

And – for the record – I KNOW who Tiger Woods is. He is the golfer that has won every coveted golfing whatever for the past decade. Or two. I’m not a golfing fanatic. But I know who Tiger Woods is.

See? Tiger.

But for whatever reason when all the stories were breaking after Thanksgiving, I kept getting Tiger confused with Jared-the-Subway-Guy.

Hi! I'm Jared.

Why? I dunno. Again: I KNOW who both Tiger Woods AND Jared-the-Subway-Guy are.

And, yet, whenever a new story about Tiger emerged, the mental image of Jared was conjured up in my brain. And I felt bad! Because poor Jared lost all that weight eating Subway sandwiches and found love only to become a man-whore and blow it all.

Except Jared didn’t cheat on his wife. Tiger did. And I know that.

And, yet? I still find myself periodically confused.

Remembering Moo...

Moo passed away exactly one year ago today at the age of 98.

To celebrate her life, Mimi, Dorothy (Moo's nurse for 15 years), my dad and I went El Fenix. I also donated blood this afternoon in her memory.

I love and miss you, Moo! Today and every day! XOXO, Deals

My father torturing my dogs during my first Christmas party as a married woman...

NOTE: The girls (a.k.a. Gypsy and Alley) were spending the party in the guest bedroom after Alley tried to eat the smoked turkey while no one was looking. Problem was, both my sister and I WERE looking. Oops. Poor Alley. And since Alley threw a hissy fit about sitting out the party alone, Gypsy took one for the team and stayed with her. Good Gypsy. Santa will bring you something extra special this year. It might involve left over smoked turkey...

Could it be?

I have never, ever seen a white Christmas. Despite the decade I spent on the east coast (including the four years in Syracuse), I always returned to Texas for the holidays. And Dallas really isn't known for snow.

But then tonight? SNOW! This is REALLY something - especially considering it was 72 degrees only yesterday.









Keep your fingers crossed that it lasts until morning!

Nite, nite!

Merry Christmas Eve!

Gypsy, Alley and Haskell's stockings are hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Santa Paws soon would soon be there:

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A busy time at the Rainbow Bridge...

Loved ones always seem to go in threes.

Much love goes out to the friends and families of the following three kitties:

• Franklin Lenhart, who passed away this morning.
  
  
  Franklin



• Max "Max-a-million" Haynes, who passed away on December 16th.
  
  
  Max



• Mittens "Mitty" Dealey, who passed away on December 6th. Mittens came to us as a kitten. She was discovered by my childhood cat, Tootsie, in the pile of bricks that was delivered to my dad's house when he was redoing his front walkway in the late 80s. How little Mitty survived both the brick delivery and drop off is still considered to be a bit of a miracle in our family.
  
  Mittens was adopted by my maternal grandparents, and outlived them both. After my grandmother was relocated to a retirement community in 2004, Mittens went to live with my uncle. At the time of her death, she was at least 20 years old.
  
  Sadly, I cannot find a picture to properly memorialize sweet Mittens. To give you an idea, though, she was a beautiful long haired tuxedo cat with milky white mittens on each of her four paws.

And please don't forget little Foxy, who has not been found since she went missing on December 9th, but is never far from our hearts.

If only...

So far my three are only good at "eating" oraments and shorting out the bottom string of lights on the Christmas tree...

I'm baaaaack...

After a blissful and relaxing week in Cabo, Trevor and I have returned home.

The good news: I have pictures to share and stories to tell.

The bad news: My computer is slooooooow. I have had my laptop since graduate school and it is dying a somewhat slow and painful death. This makes uploading pictures at home quite tedious.

The hopeful news: Rumor has it that I may the joyful recipient of a new laptop for Christmas. Keep your fingers crossed for me, okay?!

More from me later...

Prayers for Foxy...

My mother's dog, Foxy, disappeared last night.

We are fearing the worst. The number of small dogs and cats that have gone missing in her area (thanks to bobcats, hawks and coyotes) has dramatically increased in recent weeks.

And Foxy always was the brave one. Even taking on copperheads when given the chance.


So, if you get a chance, please say a little prayer for a good, feisty, pint-sized pup that has brought nothing but joy and happiness to our family.


And if, by some miracle, she is still out there, pray that she finds her way back home to us soon.

Taking time to stop and appreciate a beautiful sunset…

Ominous sky…

Today's high: 65.

Tomorrow's low: 24.

The good news? At least it will feel more like Christmas in the morning.

Who said Bedford was boring?

Today’s oral history started with the interviewee refusing to let me in until his friend arrived. Which was great since it was cold and rainy, and his “friend” was running forty five minutes late.

The interview ended with the interviewee not wanting me to leave and a somewhat awkward conversation about the state of his prostate.

I love my job.

Clearly, I am an idiot...

I had an oral history yesterday in Farmersville, which – incase you didn’t know – is north of McKinney and one of two north Texas towns that claim Audie Murphy.

During the interview, the interviewee asked me if I knew why Farmersville was called “Farmersville”.

Assuming it would sound rudely sarcastic to blurt out, “Because there are a lot of farmers in the area”. I opted for the much more innocent, “No, why?”

The answer: “Because there are a lot of farmers in the area.”

Well, obviously.

Not farming in Farmersville...

You got to love it when, after driving for over an hour, your scheduled oral history interviewee opens the door, squints at you with something resembling contempt and says,

“Who the hell are you?”

Apparently, I wasn’t what she expected.

SNOW!

We don't get a lot of the white stuff in Dallas, so when we do, it is cause for excitement! Even if it is "just a dusting"...