This is my 150th blog post. Huzzah!

So its Tuesday, and I’ve had my fill of frustration. I was finding out what it takes to transfer the name on utilities. The power company wants a $645 deposit ON AN ACTIVE ACCOUNT just to change the name of the person its billed to. Unfuckingbelievable. I mean, really. Going from my deceased grandmothers name to my mothers name. Six-hundred and forty five dollars. To get them to change from direct account billing to sending us a bill I have to fax crap that says my mother is the executor of the estate. Too many hoops to jump through if you ask me. I haven’t even tried the phone, water, waste or cable yet. If you’re wondering why the utilities are still in the name of someone who has died, its because my mother didn’t see any reason to change them. In some cases I guess it doesn’t make a difference, though.

I was lamenting the fact that I finished a bottle of wine I really like the label on. Apparently there are ways to remove the label for keeping. Most interesting.  Wish I’d though of that with my last bottle of wine. I admit, the label does effect my wine purchase, along with cost and type of wine. This is my latest. Please excuse the mess behind it.

I love the colors, and the way it looks like images collected by a traveler. It was a good wine, too. I’ve only recently decided to broaden my horizons beyond Muscato and Riesling. Last wine I tried was a Granache from Spain. I’m not really into red wine because of the tannins, but I tried it and kinda liked it. I would buy it again if I were in the mood. The only thing I need to do is keep my wine drinking in check, and not drink too much or I could run into problems again. That addiction runs in the family and its a bitch to fight with.

I wish I could say that I had a very productive weekend and started the week off with a bang, but I can’t, really. I did the gym yesterday. I was going to go today but I was too frustrated and headachy (probably would have been good reasons to go). Tomorrow I get “pampered” to an extent. I’m getting my hurr did. Going to try to go back to blonde, which is my natural color, and get a trim. Yay! No more split ends!

What did you do with your weekend?


3 thoughts on “150

  1. You’re a step ahead of me- I never even drink the wine in the pretty bottles. I just keep them and look at them and annoy my husband. Oh well. Girls are weird.

    Have a good time at the salon, and try to draw it out for as lonnnnnnng as possible. And I’d keep the utilities in your grandmother’s name if they’re going to be insane about it. It really actually benefits your utility company to have the bill in the proper name, but if they want to be greedy, oh well.


  2. I guess I understand them wanting proof that your grandmother has passed and your mom is now the executor of the estate. But the fact that they aren’t more accomodating, especially given the fact that should you default on the bill, they’d have no legal recourse against a dead person (other than to shut off the service), just seems ridiculous.

    I don’t think it’s at all odd that you haven’t changed the name. I mean, if something were to happen to my husband, I can’t imagine I’d start taking stuff out of his name and putting it in mine. I just don’t think it’s a very high priority for most people.


  3. Just leave all that crap in your Gran’s name. Their problem!
    Have fun getting your hairs did. Should get your toes did, too, and really be decadent:) Looking forward to the blond photos. Are you getting a new style, too?
    My blog tells you mostly what I did this weekend. I left out the super-exciting stuff like the mountain of laundry I conquered and my dangerous trip to the wilds of Wal-mart.


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