Category: Personal not private


but I have decided not to stress about it. I was moving for one, getting settled in, and I got sick. First a cold, then today all day I have been feeling like I was going to throw up. So bad that I decided to just stay home tonight even though it was supposed to be my first night at church.

Sitting here watching the Yankee game and live blogging, I realize I need a lamp, this half of the apartment gets rather dark at night. I didn’t realize it until I was spending the evenings here. I just wonder where I am going to put a lamp.

Last night we figured out that Stitch will only have to take me to the train station six more times.

In less then two weeks I’ll be in my apartment in Manhattan. I am so not ready, damn this heat! I can’t stay downstairs and pack when it’s this hot.

This is not how I planned it. I haven’t even got a bed yet.

apparently my cell phone saga is done. I say apparently because when I was reading the list of Customer complaints for Asurion, one of them was that the customer was told the phone had water damage when it didn’t. I still have to send the broken phone back so I don’t get charged a restocking fee. That is why my ordeal is not quite over yet.

When I got the e-mail from American Express stating my payment was due, I went on the website and filed a disputed charge claim. I told them, wrong merchandise shipped, I called the company, got no response and have returned the merchandise with a letter stating the problem and still had no response.

When I received the e-mail I posted in my last post, I called the number in the e-mail. I spoke to customer service, then I got transferred to technical support (Jay), Jay then said I had to speak to a supervisor to needed to know what address to send the replacement phone to. The supervisor told me the phone was being sent out.

Here is what frustrates me. When I returned the wrong phone I included a letter, in that letter was the specifics of why it was the wrong phone and what I wanted Asurion to do, send me the correct phone. I also put my address, my cell phone number, my work number and my e-mail address. I still had to call them to get them to do anything. And why did he have to get my address and phone number and e-mail address when they already had them! They had all that information from the original claim number, which was also on the letter I sent them and on every e-mail they sent me.

So I got my phone on Wednesday, June 15, 4 weeks and 7 phone calls after I filed my claim. When I opened the box, it was a brand new iPhone, it the box, shrink wrapped, just the phone I got from the store. When I went on line with American Express, there was a notation that they had contacted the company. That is what probably lit a fire under their soulless devil-spawn asses. American Express, a company that knows what customer service is, and shakes a might big stick.

When I checked my e-mail, I saw a lot of e-mails from WordPress. It surprised me, I get a few comments now and then, but this was highly unusual. As I read through the comments they seemed to have a theme, “Don’t quit.” One comment by Rex: “Well, Bella, if you don’t get a lot of comments today, I don’t know what else would work.” Then I read this comment by Debbi is 24atHeart and the last sentence was: “(BTW – congrats on being recognized today by The Daily Post!)

My response to that was “What?” I played with my iPhone until I figured out how to show the sidebar, clicked on the link to The Daily Post to find a blog post titled: Help a friend not quit Post a Day. In case you don’t want to click on the link I’ll summerize, in this post Scott mentions that someone, who may or may not be named Bella Foxx was thinking of quiting Post A Day.

Can you help her out by stopping by her blog today, A Commuter’s journal, and giving her some Daily Post love on her post? In Likes and Comments? Or just drop a comment here with a short word of encouragement? Thanks.

People came, I got 474 hits on my blog that day. That is the most ever, today I have 115 so far. And comments were left. Every time I checked my e-mail there were more comments. 31 on one post (Topic #107: What percentage of Americans believe in the devil?), 9 on Baseball season and a few others scattered around to other posts. Some people even left multiple comments. I was, in a word, overwhelmed.

The comments ranged from “Don’t quit” and “Maybe you could try Post A Week” to “You might need to take a short break from blogging”. Some made a comment about the post and then said very briefly, “Don’t quit”. Some were quite complementary, like this one: jerzygirl45: “At least your stuff is incredibly coherent and readable.”; and Chuck: “Well, if an excellent writer is thinking about giving up her blog, then a hack such as myself, should bury his or her head under piles of crumpled virtual paper. Don’t stop!” I’m going to have to buy a bigger hat.

Seriously though, I have gotten some good ideas and some encouragement and a whole lot of, “People are reading my blog! Squeeee!” Most of all, if you can feel love coming from a website, I have felt the love and it has given me the energy to keep going, to muddle through this dry spell and keep writing.

My heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you.

And that is all, says she.

Someone wrote in a blog that a good way to get comments and traffic to your blog is to pose a thought provoking, interactive question on a provocative subject. Pick a controversial subject, write your thoughts on it and then say, “So what do you think?” And people will post, whether or not they agree, they will post.

However, no one has written anything about how to cope with the bone crushing disappointment when no body posts a comment. I mean NOBODY. I am afraid that is what would happen to me, no one would post a answer or add a thought of their own, I would be checking everyday to see if ANYONE had bothered to come by and make my day. In the end I am left crying in my bed under my blankets because no one want to talk to me. And where are all these people who told me I would be more popular? They’re off fielding questions and getting comments from my readers!

And that’s all, she says.

March 5 is my parents wedding anniversary. They were married in 1954 when my mom was 19 and my dad was 20. So you can see they are in their 70’s now. Every year I call them on their anniversary. I am the world’s worst daughter.

Before you protest or go awww, I should clarify something. I call them first thing in the morning. Today is was around 7:20 a.m. my time. I live in New York. They live on the west coast. That made it around 4:20 a.m. their time. I hear my mom tell my dad, it’s Bella, she wanted to be the first to wish up happy anniversary. My father groans and mumbles something I am sure is unrepeatable.

Yep, world’s worst daughter.

Since I switched to WordPress I haven’t been blogging much, although I have been around. I have been going through old posts and cleaning them up. I noticed that the titles and first space in the post now had a > and I have been going through posts and taking it out. I had no idea how long that would take with 1,200 posts. I was working on it for two solid days and still had over a thousand posts to go.

So then I started just redoing the ones with pictures, cause the importing caused the pictures to get a little whacked out. Not formatted right and in some cases not there, I had to find them on my passport and reinsert them. Even doing that I still am only to August 2008.

Something else I am doing is moving my poems to my craft blog and my reviews to my review blog. The poem posts are being deleted but the review posts normally have more in them then just the review, so now I have duplicate review posts. I sometimes wonder why I am going to all this trouble when most people are not going to be reading the old posts (except for my freaky stalker person). The answer of course if because I have a compulsion, my posts have to look the way I want them to. That is all.

Another thing I was reminded of when I was reading my old posts was why I started this blog. I wanted a place to talk about my weight watchers progress. I was online and the message boards can be, well, kind of snarky. Here on my blog, if someone said something I didn’t like, I could just delete it. Anyway, I am going to start that again. This weigh-in I was 139 pounds. That is up 3 from my last weigh-in. I haven’t been tracking my food, I haven’t been exercising and I haven’t been drinking my water. So, time to buckle down and lose the weight.

today

It is very hard to find names for these posts when nothing really happens, I am just upset and want to vent. This is the only place I feel comfortable doing that. If you vent on the WW boards someone will respond trying to cheer you up and I don’t want that. Anyway, I went to get a CD player for my car and couldn’t. So I was going to buy myself a new pretty MP3 player, just because, but I didn’t then when I mentioned it to M she ridiculed me for wanting to spend money for something I already had. I wanted it because I was upset and it is nicer than the one I have. Then I came down and put my head on my bed and cried. I am so STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.

I should know. I have lived with myself for years. So I went to Amazon and bought some songs for my old ugly MP3 player. Now that I have vented. I am going to go print my scriptures for tomorrow.

Just me

I need to vent. I post to a message board and after I posted a post about not liking cucumbers and Laughing Cow cheese, no one posted after me. I wonder if I offended anyone when I made my comments, was it the way I said “Cucumbers taste bad” or perhaps it was the comment about the red cow with earrings. I thought all comments were welcome unless you were personally attacking someone. Maybe they don’t like people from Beacon! It is probably just my post menopausal syndrome making me moody and suspicious. Anyway, I am not going to post for a while to see if anyone misses me.