Sorry @ MindSay

in my last blog I bitched because my check was not overnighted, but
it arrived, late, but it arrived

SORRY POST OFFICE

Hi everyone.  This is just to let you know that I put my friend crushgroove67 's name incorrectly on my July 14th entry.  Please, by all means, do visit him and see his marvelous testimony of God's grace in his life and encourage him, if you haven't already.

But sorry about the error and thank you for all who have already added and already do encourage my friend.  He is the one who inspired that blog, since he says I just need to talk and tell my feelings instead of having to wait for something arty to blog about.

So there you go, correction made!
Love you all and blessings
Bonnie

I feel guilty.  I've felt guilty for quite awhile now.  Wish the guilty feelings would go away because I really can't help the way I feel about people or persons, but the guilt hasn't completely gone away and I'm not really sure it will.  I'm sorry.  I really am.  I just can't help the way I feel.  

I'm a pessimistic person by nature.  I always assume the Eagles (my hometown football team) are going to lose, and that way, I never get my hopes up, and subsequently never get my hopes dashed.

And unfortunately, the Eagles pretty much always lose.

And I knew, I just knew that someone was getting an offer on the house in before us.  The realtor waited so long, and the price was so good.

But the house had been on the market for 52 days. What were the odds that someone would put in a bid the exact same day as us?

Pretty good, apparently.  Just like I always expect the Eagles to lose, and they always prove me right, I expected to not get this house, and unfortunately, I was right.

During all that chaos -- the multiple attempts to fax, the multiple attempts to e-mail, the meetings, the redos, the everything -- someone else put in an offer on the house, and that offer was accepted.

Oh sweet rejection.  It hurts when it's a book you're trying to publish, and it hurts when it's a house you're trying to buy.  And it doesn't hurt any less when you expect the negative thing to occur.

But not all hope is lost.  I've still got that article floating out there.  Will it be written, will it be published?

Who knows?  The wait continues…

 

They are all crazy. OK so I left off with SNAP,CRACKLE,PoP. Well Mr. Howard came home 2am blaring music, slamming doors and screaming at the top of his lungs. How sad, but I was growing use to this and decided to simply turn the tv up and let him be. Well you know that saying let laying dogs lay or do unto others as you would have them do unto you, Mr. Howard missed that class. am and he decides to start pointing a flashlight towards my bedroom and screaming the f-word at he top of his lungs....can you say 911. I had no choice in calling now that Smokey is trying to break through the window and the rest of the house is awake. Officers arrive and he says Oh was it too loud, she could have asked me to turn it down. The officers go off on him and tell him he must be missing screws. He then makes the excuse that he has a friend in the room...Let me hurry this up and get to the crazy part. So earlier in the day the other roommate gave me screws and nails in driveway right...not all of them. Mr Howard is now screaming that he had the flashlight because he had a flat...I prayed God please please please don’t allow me to laugh. The other roommate swept the nails over into Mr. Howards part of the driveway and you really did get a snap crackle pop.

Once again they left without arresting Mr. Howard but I followed them to the station to file harassment charges. I go back to the station this tuesday to file civil complain for non-payment of rent,emotional distress and destruction of property. I wont stoop to his level but my mother did not raise a fool so he will be served while he is here and if the debt is not settled it gos against his drivers license.

This is an example of JUST SAY NO