Time Warner San Diego=sleazebags

A couple of weeks ago, I switched from Time Warner to AT&T's U-Verse for TV/DVR/broadband. I evaluated the new services for a while, liked them, and Monday morning, called Time Warner to cancel/request a disconnect.  Yesterday morning, U-Verse croaked.

I had an AT&T tech out this morning to get my TV/internet back up.

Turns out our service was dead because when the Time-Warner tech disconnected our old services he attached a Time Warner terminator to my new AT&T equipment just for fun.

Apparently, Time Warner employs morons, because after pulling a stunt like that, the tech still went ahead and snapped his tag, with yesterday's date and his tech number, to the Time Warner box. The U-verse guy pulled the whole AT&T j-box, with Time Warner-specific terminator attached, and grabbed the Time Warner tech's blue tag. We took photos and then he took everything to give to his supervisor.

I just spent the last 20 minutes on the phone with Time Warner.

Did you know that if I'd had my telephone service running through that box, attaching that terminator would have been a federal offense?

If you are what you eat ...

Then I'm California rolls! Hahahahahahahahaha! Get it? I live in CA, and because I've gained weight, I have, um ...

What? It's funny, dammit.

No? OK, seriously. I started Weight Watchers yesterday.

I can have an extraordinary amount of discipline when it comes to food. Unfortunately, that usually entails going to a really unhealthy place. I've never been treated for an eating disorder, but there was a period during my 30s where I think I was anorexic. Heddah, what do you think? Was I anorexic? Or just more control-freak-y than usual? I never ate, and I was bony as hell, I know that much. To the point where size 0 jeans were baggy. And I'm 5'8".

Anyway. I digress.

Weight Watchers is all about tracking what you eat and being vigilant about portion sizes, and I'd like to learn (and master) those skills. There's one catch: I simply cannot eat those crappy frozen meals. They're AWFUL. So I've decided while I learn what (and how much) to eat, it's all sushi, all the time.

I luvs me some sushi.  Sushi for lunch, sushi for dinner. Fruit and cornflakes in the morning (I need my calcium). Raw veggies for snacks.

Six California rolls costs me two teeny-weeny little Weight Watchers points, if you can believe it. Apparently, I can have pretty much all the maki I want!

Definitely sustainable.

Let's sweat the small shit, shall we?

I haven't been sharing very much lately. Frankly, it's because I'm really pissed off about a number of things, and since they're not things I can discuss publicly, I just don't discuss anything. Most of the time, I just pretend everything's OK.

Healthy, no?

I am going to get one thing off my chest today, though. Please feel free to weigh in with your thoughts. No matter what they may be.

In the past three weeks, I have:

1) Re-packaged and mailed (pain-in-the-ass customs forms included) an iPod to my youngest stepson (after he--inexplicably--had it mailed to his name at our address)

2) Sent a Target gift card, an Old Navy gift card, a check, some books/toys, and a couple of jackets/coats to my middle stepson's 21 month old daughter's mother (DO NOT get me started on the whole deadbeat dad issue--DO NOT)

3) Sent a Home Depot housewarming gift card to my eldest stepson

I have not had one teeny tiny mf-ing PEEP of acknowlegement, much less one of thanks, from any of them.

I finally text messaged the baby's mom yesterday to ask if the box had arrived, since there was a check in it. She'd received it on Saturday.

It's the same every single time. Every single time I send something to those kids, I end up having to contact them to find out if it has arrived.

It's not like I expect--or even want--a big deal made. A quick text message is all that's needed.

Have times changed so freaking much that that's too much to ask?

OK, but I'd rather drink rat piss

My doctor has directed me to give up caffeine.

In her words, "You don't have to give up coffee--you'll just have to drink decaf."

I'M SURE SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS HELPING.

In entirely other news, Husband needs these.

Momma got a new iPhone

And Poppa hasn't had a minute's peace.

SAY CHEESE, HONEY!