I Like Ducks

There's not a whole lot to report today, so I'm just going to bring on the most random things I can think that have happened in the past twenty four hours and call it a day.

* My mom has a new client whose house is extremely messy and dirty. The lady won't clean it because she is unable, or so she says, but she goes bowling every week, sometimes more, with her bowling league. My mom was concerned it would chase buyers away. Today, another agent had a showing of the house. The people walked in and pretty much walked right back out. It's still up in the air over if it was because of how dirty the house was or not.

* My neighbors keep trying to get on my internet...still, but I am able to block them before they get access. This doesn't stop them. They stopped trying for awhile, but now are back at it and failing every single time they try. Each time, within three minutes of me blocking them out before they worm their way in, I hear them out there slamming their house door, stomping down their wooden steps, and slamming their car doors. If I look out my window, they're all in a huff. That's right, bitches, go get your internet elsewhere or decide to pay for it. Pick one, but stop using mine. However, if you want to keep trying, you will keep failing because I have this under control now, which is great for me because I find it really funny when you get angry and leave because you can't get into something you're not paying for, when you could just pay for it and get it over with. They probably waste more in gas leaving to go somewhere that they can get the internet, than they would just paying for it themselves. People make me lol.

* I don't think Bloglovin' and I are going to get along. I thought we had resolved things, but I think they were pretending like they resolved things thinking I wouldn't find out they didn't. At first, they updated my blog every few days all nice like. Now they're more than a week behind, the original post dates are all wrong, and they're seven, soon to be eight posts behind. Oh, and because they're not updating my blog on their site, the number of posts I have a week are going down. Why is this? Because they're not updating on their sight, even though I'm updating my very own blog, so now it's looking like I don't post as much as I do because they're lazy. I would have no problem with this site if it was on a feed, but the fact that they physically update my blog on their site when they feel like it seems really ridiculous, and also makes me feel like it's not my blog anymore. I never gave them permission to physically post my blog on their site. In fact, I have asked them twice to take it off, and they pretended to update it and now have stopped pretending.

I know it seems like I'm making a big ordeal out of something little and stupid, and maybe I am, but I like to have control over my blog. They're my words, my way of connecting with all of you out there, and it's deeply personal to me. When another site places my blog on their site without permission and then proceeds to do whatever they would like with it, therefore altering it to come up that I don't post when I do and what not, I just don't appreciate it. I like my little blog in my own personal world, with my own control over it. Maybe that's childish and protective, but this blog is my heart.

* I got Bolt browser for my Blackberry since the one that came with it kept locking me out, not loading pages, etc. It is all kinds of awesome!

* I was filling out the paperwork that was mailed to me for a new doctor's appointment today. They asked me all kinds of questions that I thought they needed to buy me dinner before asking. Some of them had absolutely nothing to do with my medical condition at all and were strictly personal. My favorite was my marital status. I understand that they ask this, and then proceed to ask you for your spouse's information to contact in case of an emergency, if applicable. Only, they didn't do that. They just asked me my marital status and that was it. What does that have to do with my health? In close second was when they asked me what I was coming to see the doctor for. He is a headache specialist. His practice is called The Headache Center. Obviously, I was going there for va-jay-jay pain. I yelled, swore, and then by the end of it concluded that filling out that paperwork was like being anal probed by over enthusiastic aliens.

* Dr. Phil totally said, and I quote, "He took his mic off, threw it down and told me to do something that isn't anatomically possible." Instead of telling people to go eff themselves, I'm now going to tell them to go do something that isn't anatomically possible. If it's good enough for Dr. Phil, it's good enough for me.