tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post5015822189679570001..comments2024-03-27T09:52:02.406-07:00Comments on Petunia Face: We Are FamilyPetunia Facehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10862319327443285277noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-31546408550382231612008-07-18T07:54:00.000-07:002008-07-18T07:54:00.000-07:00Love the pic..and BTW, I have spent the last two y...Love the pic..and BTW, I have spent the last two years frustrating myself with the whole credit thing in anticipation of having to refi. Well, I hit the motherlode and now I know exactly how to play their game ( thanks to the secrets of my mortgage broker ). I got my husband's credit report up 140 points...only to get a letter from the mortgage company that our rates were going to stay put for the next five years anyway - no need to refi now. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, if you need help PLEASE email me....would love too :)Project Ecoarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10381589791149748134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-33441711927042497902008-07-17T14:02:00.000-07:002008-07-17T14:02:00.000-07:00I cannot get over the priceless look on Zoey the H...I cannot get over the priceless look on Zoey the Hairstylists face... <BR/><BR/>Can't wait for your big TV debut on a Dateline expose!Jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05263857308041118500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-50022779877877504232008-07-17T07:26:00.000-07:002008-07-17T07:26:00.000-07:00OMG you made me pee AGAIN! personally, i put my pa...OMG you made me pee AGAIN! personally, i put my panties on my head when i can't win a heated discussion. i, in fact, have tried to start a global movement asking that all of man and womankind put panties on their heads when they get mad and/or cannot resolve an issue. talk about world peace. just march down to that bank with some undies on your head...and thanks for sharing the lovely family photo.Visual Vamphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17703228111473936714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-88095199040779949102008-07-17T00:53:00.000-07:002008-07-17T00:53:00.000-07:00short and curlies is one of my favorite 3-word com...short and curlies is one of my favorite 3-word combos. good ones.Mindihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00794721421123889876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-68202427643512279242008-07-16T20:04:00.000-07:002008-07-16T20:04:00.000-07:00Your mortgage co. has somehow confused you with me...Your mortgage co. has somehow confused you with me...sorry. Do NOT try this at home,folks-but I have either had a breakthough or a breakdown. Sometimes they're so damn hard to tell apart...especially if you actually have had a breakdown. Not many years ago, I was a fanatic about bills and finances. By the 5th of every freaking month I paid all my bills, completed my payment stubs nicely, documented on my portion of the bill the amount paid (always exactly what was due) with the date and check number, wrote everything in my check register neatly and balanced my checkbook monthly to the fucking penny. Then life happened. It began slowly..I just got a bit more laid back about it all. Little by little, I cared less and paid bills when I felt like it. Then, one day, it just seemed easier to wait till they called to ask why I was tardy and just happily pay it over the phone and thank them for calling. Soon, I wasn't opening the bills at all.I DID feel guilt and shame-certainly worry-but not enough to get my act together. Now I'll insert here that in every other aspect of my life, I am very together. I'll also add (not that I think I'm unique) that I'm balancing a lot of balls in the air metaphorically speaking (and, alas none in my physical life-I know, Sweetie, TMI and GeeGees to boot). And even though I sort of know that the way I'm behaving financially is childish, irresponsible and harmful to my credit rating and old self-esteem, I slid further and further into financial ennui.I'm pretty sure that this has everything to do with my coping mechanisms-or lack thereof. I know I've regressed in the financial responsibility arena to maybe Zoey's age. I know that if I tried to keep everything in my life together and under control, something vital would break inside me and I'd lose it all. I know that, were I to choose a function in my life to "let go of", it would have been far better to opt for, say, housework...but I DIDN'T choose it, it seemed to choose me. Some time ago my credit rating dipped to "This woman shouldn't be left alone-much less handle money" category, I really didn't care anymore and...and...I JUST. DON'T. CARE. I'm not proud of myself nor do I spend much time self-flagellating (am I even spelling correctly-where is spellcheck on the comments page? and I just almost made a bad Freudian slip some words back after "self-")Don't misunderstand, I DO always pay my bills, just late and under the wire for legal action sometimes. I have crossed over into a place though...past guilt,past shame, past worry of consequence...and, amazingly, into a freedom the likes of which I could never imagine. Because, where bills, credit ratings, credit calls, financial responsibility is concerned...I just don't care, not a worry. Now, I am NOT advocating this to anyone-quite the contrary, younger readers. And I'm not boasting. And, maybe I have lost it and this is a blaring symptom and a loud, too late call for help-but, for me, it just doesn't feel that way. So, there's my most intimate and, probably quite troubling to my children, confession. How the mighty have fallen...but maybe it's Zenish not crazy. No one has arrested me yet and I still have all my possesions-way too many, in fact. So, Susannah, what you and Bry should do is give my name to your mortgage people and blame it on me. Financially, they can't hurt me anymore 'cause I'm already there! Love you and hope you and Andy don't feel the need to plan an intervention immediately. I promise that none of my "relaxed" financial habits will ever have to be cleaned up by you guys and, I do have a different last name so no guilt by family name. Love You. Your Less Than Stellar MomJudyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06235688942890462756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-57511763724500457332008-07-16T19:50:00.000-07:002008-07-16T19:50:00.000-07:00The short and curlies! I can't even...pissing my p...The short and curlies! I can't even...pissing my pants, literally! <BR/><BR/>OK. Deep breaths. Oh, and I tagged you, girlie!deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12271310136010979584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-49883805676665635402008-07-16T14:28:00.000-07:002008-07-16T14:28:00.000-07:00Dude, one of my coworkers JUST told me a story abo...Dude, one of my coworkers JUST told me a story about how his mortgage company got the Nervous Tummy when he was TWO DAYS LATE on his payment and got all up in his shit. They are FREAKING THE FUCK OUT, man. And rifling through the couch for spare change and shit.<BR/><BR/>Hilarious post. Effing adorable fam.Tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18085712930407611861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-75223322669728737522008-07-16T12:40:00.000-07:002008-07-16T12:40:00.000-07:00Hilarious! I almost peed my pants a little on tha...Hilarious! I almost peed my pants a little on that one (not really that surprising in my pregnant state). Isn't the regular hating your (adorable, I must say) husband just part of a healthy marriage? I think so!Marilyn Eakinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01843833592610529860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-50197080204648537702008-07-16T12:15:00.000-07:002008-07-16T12:15:00.000-07:00What a shitty situation! At least you two kissed a...What a shitty situation! At least you two kissed and made up. Although, I hope you still gave him a piece of your mind, even if he was wearing adorable barrettes in his hair.Molliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04179575162026649933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-25145577220656115432008-07-16T10:49:00.000-07:002008-07-16T10:49:00.000-07:00what a cute pic. now you have some blackmail on hi...what a cute pic. now you have some blackmail on him should he ever eff up the bills again.I ♥ Youhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02743640229697990415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-43270789961748597792008-07-16T10:34:00.000-07:002008-07-16T10:34:00.000-07:00LOL! I don't think I could stay mad at a man in f...LOL! I don't think I could stay mad at a man in flower barettes for long either.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16374394837838436123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317198515686034704.post-77921734713603085972008-07-16T08:25:00.000-07:002008-07-16T08:25:00.000-07:00It's hard to resist a man with a head full of barr...It's hard to resist a man with a head full of barrettes! I KNOW! (or pink sponge rollers on Some occaisons-only when styled by the likes of a small child, not when they are testing out a new "do" on thier own)<BR/><BR/>You go girl, beat down the System, wear a push up bra and call yourself Erin Bra-kovich while your at it! It's all good!JackeeG4glamoroushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16804066813885301990noreply@blogger.com