Peony Moss: June 2006 Archives

Just who the hell do you think you are?

You can start yapping to me about your High Holy Professional Obligation to Blab Classified Information Just Because You Think It Will Sell Ad Space when you tell me...

-- why you think you're a professional. If you're a real professional, you are subject to a governing board with rules and the authority to enforce them. Lawyers have the bar, doctors have their medical associations and boards. Where's your board? For that matter, where's your commission or license?

-- and who, precisely, gave you this task. This is a democracy. So who elected you? Who gave you this oversight power? To whom are you accountable?

Selfish jerks.

Well, we did it! On May 31 we settled on our old house and our new house without bloodshed (though the people who bought our old house annoyed the settlement attorney so much, she held back the bottle of champagne she'd brought for them and only gave a bottle to us. Ha!)

We're almost unpacked; only a few more boxes to go. "Unpacked" doesn't mean "put away" though. I have a lot of weird family room type stuff -- media, craft supplies, toys -- to figure out how to shelve. I wish the Container Store would accomodate me by putting the elfa shelving on sale this week -- I don't feel like waiting till January!

FYI: If you are even thinking about moving to Virginia, do yourself a favor and make sure you have an official copy of your birth certificate (and your marriage license, if you changed your name when you married) or your naturalization papers. Your old driver's license isn't enough anymore. I found this out the hard way last night after a gruesome trip to the DMV. So, on the agenda today: a trip to the notary to certify my identity to the State of California so they can certify MY identity to the Commonwealth of Virginia.

Crazy, isn't it?