Going Home

Tuesday I moved my real estate license back to Harry Norman Realtors. It was the greatest feeling being back home.

485 - THIS SATURDAY Night

Saturday at 9:30 pm at the relapse theatre in midtown - come check out 485. This is our first performance as a trio and we are pumped about playing. We are sharing the night with Free Kittens & Canvas All Stars ( a team I play with too!).

The Show is only $5!!! Check out Jackpie for directions and details - www.jackpie.com.

Classes start at the end of September - check 'em out! Information is on the website. Come play!

Falling Temperatures.

I woke up after a crappy night of sleep - not due to the break in but due to the headache, red wine, and midnight antics of Sadie. Hungover from the wine, headache and Tylenol PM, I was surprised with the anger still coursing through me. The intensity of my anger reminded me of that from the puberty years. Or PMS - not to freak out my male readers. I was still full of the Mother Fucker venom from the night before and that is how I still regarded my intruder.

I dressed and began the chores at hand before I could really think too much about all that I wanted to get done. I changed my locks on the back door which was loose. It had nothing to do with the robbery but I thought I would funnel some of that anger into a worthwhile task. I called all of my financial institutions and the credit bureau to put out a fraud alert. I called the police with follow up information as well as letting them know about new discoveries on things missing or moved. I called my insurance company and filed a report with them. I washed the almost brand new WHITE comforter in the guest room which the thief so rudely planted his dirty hands onto the comforter after shoveling open the window. I threw out the bread on my kitchen counter that wasn't quite shut - just in case this was something he touched or worse tried to bribe my Dags with to keep her occupied. Just better gone.

I walked outside which I hadn't done with the police and certainly hadn't done on red wine in the dark. I noticed my little Rubbermaid shed tool house was open and my little shovel on the ground with paint from the window sill still on it's lip. Good meal, eh? Naturally a few tools from the shed are gone. There is an indentation on the air conditioning compressor that must have made a dandy step ladder. The exterior of the window does not appear to need any repairs. At this point I am appreciative at how little damage to the house there is to repair. I am grateful that I don't feel violated or worried that someone has gone through my things. Just anger and even that is downgrading a bit.

During the course of the day, I found myself trying to figure out what the hell the thief had used to cart away my precious coins. The change was a substantial amount. Picture about $250 in quarters/nickels/dimes and some pennies. I checked for missing purses - all accounted for in the closet. I even thought that perhaps he just grabbed one of the bags in the laundry room from some previous purchase. Finally, I realized the get away bag was my gym bag. I laughed when I realized they had actually taken things out of the bag leaving me my hairbrush, magic hair towel and tampons. He even overlooked a wool change purse that was ready to be dumped into the change pile. They even took the coin wrappers off of the top of the change piles and left those for me.

While I realized a few other items had been moved - like my digital camera. It had been the coins and laptop they focused on in their exodus. It seems the thief preferred the less traceable no need to sell it factor of the coinage over my more valuable objects. I picture the Coin Star receiving my slush funds. I look around the house and I realize exactly how many things were not taken. Things that are valuable to my heart. For this I am truly thankful. My anger begins to die down. It is still there but now I can sit and eat lunch and do a little bit of real estate work.

My friends and neighbors have all been wonderful. Jody who walked down from his house in the thick of things to make sure I was alright. My fabulous next door neighbors held Dagny and loved her while the police were here and then they plowed me with the most delicious red wine. Everything taken can be replaced. I can start a new coin slush fund with the change purse they left me and the containers they left behind. My pets are fine. The house is fine. I am fine. I feel safe and still love my house.

By end of the afternoon, I had clearly leveled off from an anger level of MoFucker to lil'fucker.

Mother Fuckers

Yup - that seems like a pretty harsh title. But frankly I don't have anything else to say except mother fucker(s). I came home this afternoon to find my house had been broken into - broad daylight and neighbors home. My laptop is gone. And about $250 in coins. It will be interesting to see what else is amiss.

The only thing I have to say is Mother Fucker.

(yes - i did call the police. and my neighbors helped with some red wine and comfort. Dagny was a little freaked out but seems fine to have the drama done with. I have been changing passwords as precaution and also putting my cards on alert. Tomorrow I will change the locks b/c it makes ME feel better.)

Recycle

I believe in recycling. I recycle - cans, bottles, plastics, yard debris and even my Christmas tree. I recycle to the Goodwill. I am even making more of an effort to drink filtered water over bottled water. But as I have been purging papers and files I have been astounded at the amount of paper I am tossing out and into the landfills. Thinking there had to be a place to recycle all of this paper....I did a little exploring on the world wide web.

Amazingly, I found on the City Atlanta web site a list of what I can recycle in my little curb side recycle bin. I am mortified to discover I have only minored in recycling. There are so many things I am allowed to put in that bin besides bottles and plastics. I vow to up my recycle efforts 100% effective immediately.

Enjoy Every Sandwich

My friend and a fellow Girl Fight Clubber - Tommy Housworth - writes. He writes real good. He writes great short stories, dynamic scripts for the corporate world and a blog. You should check out his blog and Enjoy Every Sandwich.

Week in Review

I had a really good week. At times I wanted to cry or scream. Sometimes I fought the urge to hit a couple of people. But at the end, I have to say it was a really good week.

I was sad to say goodbye to Adam. We 485'ers got together with Coach Dunn to watch our show. We watched it and that was good. Adam leaving that is not good for us but I am excited for him. Bill & I & Adam had a little Figo pasta. I am really grateful to have that dinner with Bill & Adam - laughing. It is hard to be sad when I know Adam is going on a great adventure. He promises to keep in touch.

On Tuesday Atlanta's Step Up Society came and hauled off the old desk and things that were ready to leave my house and find new homes. Man, oh, man. That is the best feeling letting go of all of that stuff! Out with the Old and In with the New.

On Thursday, I had lunch with Rory & his parents. Rory flew in from NYC and his parents drove over to pick him up. His parents are my Alabama family. I have known them since college. They came to see all our plays. They visited when I lived in NYC with Rory. I adore them. It was a great lunch and a nice treat in the middle of the week.

I had two closings this week and a walk thru for an upcoming closing. Closings are good. Real good. especially with all of the craziness of the mortgage world. The rules have changed and adaptation is key. But this past week was a good week for the working girl...except for the few moments I thought about throwing things at people. It was just a fleeting urge.

On Saturday - my new desk pieces arrived from the Pottery Barn. This is part of my trying to make my life more efficient. And of course - I am not one to sacrifice asthetics for order. I love my surroundings to be pleasant and beautiful. I am thankful for Rory and all of his advice on the design side of things. THANKS, RORY, for the color! The order part takes effort for me but as I am working my around the house purging away the clutter and reorganizing it all - it is getting easier. And I must say - I am quite pleased with my new work space. It is going to make me lots of money! All the drawers WORK and there are many drawers to tuck things away. And did I mention that everything matches????! I am pleased to say that I have the desktop and internet working quite nicely. No breaking of anything. AND Sadie has found her way back onto the top of the desk and under the light.

On Sunday - Rory rolled back my way. We ate dinner at Wisteria. It was a great meal and Jason, the chef, hung out with us for a while - telling jokes and buying us drinks. It was great to talk and laugh and eat a great meal. Thanks for the martini's, Jeff. Rory got to see his room for the first time too. Yup, I have named my guest room - Rory's room. He has been designing it for NYC and last night experienced his vision. Soon the curtains will arrive and most will be done in there! Today - we ate breakfast at the Biscuit and then off the airport. I am campaigning for him to move here. Dagny last night kept bringing him all of her toys and bones - trying to impress him. Even Newman hung out with us as we watched SouthPark. Good times.

It was a good week.