(apologies if this shows up more than once, Thunderbird is hiccuping.)

Unofficially, we are homeowners!

At least, that's what our agent thinks. He got a call from the seller's
title company this week (before he'd seen any new paperwork regarding
our offer from the seller) asking him -- and I quote -- "Hey, do you
know who the buyer's closer is for ? Says here that address> got sold to but there's no buyer's closer. Do
you know that information?"

Our agent had to confess himself clueless, because up until then we
didn't even know we NEEDED a closer, because we hadn't heard word one on
our counter-counter offer.

THEN our agent tries to set up a showing with the listing agent for this
weekend, so that Best Friend can see the home (whenever she's in town,
she stays with us, so it's important that she at least doesn't hate it!)
and he gets a reply back -- "Sorry, we don't do showings on homes that
have sold." Our agent, being a canny sort, merely said "Oh, thanks" and
hung up. Whereupon he promptly called me and relayed all of this
information.

Since everyone is being so quiet, Im just going to....rant on! about my
mother! BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS, MA!

--

Reality check, please. Should I send this to my parents, specifically my
mother?

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This is one thing that pisses me right the hell off: I'm doing all the
right things, and Im not only not losing weight, Im *gaining* it. It
isnt muscle mass, Im not well enough to exercise enough to make that the
answer. Ive been doing some research and what I do know now is that
there has been talk for quite some time about a class action suit in
that Wyeth KNEW about this little side effect. Effexor does something to
one's metabolism, like turning off a light, and you can't turn it back on.

FANTASTIC.

I didnt always look like this. I did not do this to myself by being
weak, or a bad person. In 2002 I suddenly gained 60 pounds due to
illness, gained 20 more since then thanks to drugs, more illness...

Whack-Job wrote:

How's that working out for you? I pointed out that yesterday you spent more
than seven hours online. Today, before the evening is even fairly begun, you
have this usage:

as "Olympiada" (olympiada2007@gmail.com) in
alt.christian.religion.east-orthodox:

12:09 AM
8:49 AM
10:00 AM
3:18 PM
3:21 PM
3:57 PM
5:43 PM
6:06 PM

as "ao" (matroshka.2008@gmail.com) in alt.support.depression

Do you know what ever happened to Gonetoday? I often wonder why there
was a this sudden stop in postings.

Megan

Hello and welcome... alt.recovery.adult-children was created to
give adult children from dysfunctional families a place to share
their experiences, their joys, their struggles, and especially
their recovery, with others in the same situation.

Dysfunctional families in this context are primarily those where
alcoholism or other addictions (drugs, food, relationship, etc.)
were present, but anyone who relates to ACOA issues is welcome.
The subject matter is limited to adult children issues, as the
group name indicates.

Our focus is on dealing with our lives today, while recognizing
and acknowledging our past, and the part it played in shaping our
behaviors, actions and reactions. People in all paths of recovery
are welcome... 12-step, therapy, self-help, etc.

This message is being posted in lieu of an FAQ.

In the midst of my not feeling I learned last night that a . . .
.more-than-aquaintence but less-than-friend died of FUCKING CANCER two
days ago. He'd been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor in October.
His name, lovingly bestowed and agreed upon by all who knew him, was
Roadkill. He wore carved bone canine teeth as fangs, and occasionally
they were each 3" long, making him look a bit like a bulldog. He had
long blond hair and was the last of the true barbarians, though an
honest gentleman through and through, with a heart of gold. He could be
counted on to protect any woman who needed it and gave generously of his
time and money to those less fortunate than himself. In looks he was
intimidating, tall and built, but he was a gentle soul. He will be
greatly missed. He'd been...

Checking in to see how you're progressing. Are things running smoothly,
moderately smoothly or bumpy?

Bella

Compare and contrast:
http://www.gweep.net/~coyote/gallery/missdhomecoming/DSC02323

With:
http://www.gweep.net/~coyote/gallery/album06

Note to self: never assume the gentle giant does NOT have his breaking
point.

--
~coyote

Proud member of the Demon Raddled Horde!
-
Also an "abusive apostate atheist delusional heretical heterodox
mentally-ill proud secular defamer and libeler."
Go, me. ...and in my free time, I actually have a job!

With the notable exception of meeting Sockermom and having a couple of
superlative dim sum lunches and one notable dinner at Mecca (Market &
14th, try the "Carnival of Love" shiraz), this was the single most
godawful trip in my available memory.

The flight out sucked. I got the "razorblades-in-throat-high
fever-omfgkillmenow" flu at the end of the second day of the conference,
missed the third day entirely, and managed to deliver my interview on
the fourth day in a cracking-barely there voice, with the mike turned
WAY up so people could actually hear me. Luckily the interviewer took
pity on me and kept it short.

My plan to get together with local peoples I hadnt seen yet (or not
enough of) was totally nixed, I couldnt even stand up for very long much
less go be sociable. Huey got the same thing with a 24 hour lag, so the
days we would have spent exploring and seeing people were spent lying in
a pricey hotel room ordering room service and generally wishing we were
dead. Saturday we managed to make it to his cousins house where we
collapsed again until it was time to scrape us into our respective
airplanes.

I have been thinking about this for years and i think i am ready to
propose an alternative to conventional aa. The meeting place will
be set up like a church, complete with pews, an altar, and stained
glass windows with pictures of Bill Wilson, the founder of aa. The
chairperson will be the clergy and the big book will be our Bible.

I propose to shorten the 12 steps to 10, in line with the ten
commandments. We will meet on Saturday nights, which is in
line with the Jewish Sabbath. The chairperson will be known as
'Brother Recoverer' and instead of serving coffee, we shall serve
grape juice, symbolizing the sacrificial wine that we cannot
drink.

Sponsors will be known as Deacons and will urge members to
pray to Bill Wilson for strength and guidence in their fight against
the great Satan of our group, the bottle. The symbol for our
movement will be an empty, upside down Martini glass with
a shriveled olive and a drop of blood on the rim, symbolizing
the pain of alcoholism and the fight against this public enemy
number one.