Why Pia Why? and Rock around Barack tonight

Pia is exhausted. She does have the whitest bathtub in town–just reglazed–and can show the prospective buyers the three year guarantee. The Bank of Pia is back in operation as her “contractor” is sick. He kept saying that he would pay out of the money she gave him She wants the supplies out by tomorrow and for the contractor to pay for a cleaning service so the cleaning woman doesn’t have to do anything “dirty.”

Pia thinks her apartment might be ready by next week but damned if she can tell. It’s been so long she can’t tell up from down.

She complained that her toilet in the big bathroom was going to flood. Of course the handyman didn’t come up until there was an actual flood. He tried to snake it, and found glass. Then he uttered the unforgettable remark or Pia’s new slogan:
Why, Pia, why?

She knew he wasn’t talking about the toilet as Pia’s not the type to let glass go down–she would get it out herself if it ever happened to her not that it has, but her trying to help somebody by making him contractor. She knew despite his bravado he wasn’t experienced. He is very nice and many people are trying to help him but ever since his wife ran off with her cousin, he hasn’t been reliable.

Pia’s not used to unprofessional, not reliable people. This whole thing caught her off guard. It would have been cheaper, cleaner and taken two to four weeks had she used a real contractor. She has to pay the plumber as it’s her responsibility. Yes, The Bank of Pia’s back in operation.

Pia needs to hibernate after finishing her final to do list, before the packing to do list. Pia can’t believe that an end is near and a new beginning shall start soon. She really can’t believe this.

Her bitching yesterday was really about this. Two of the three apartments in her building that are for sale are in contract–one took just a few days. They are much larger and pay much less monthly cost proportionately but maybe, baby.

Pearl Jam recorded this version of rock around the clock

She’s too exhausted to go into the super delegate spiel and how unfair that is but she will. Here’s Toni Morrison’s letter to Obama. It’s wonderfully written of course and very explanatory. I like her point on the type of women allowed to rule in America.

Pia will never give this blog up. It’s her baby. Though she’s being spammed to death. It’s not illegal to use another before the @ in a dot com, not owned or more legally rented by the person or company–in this case Courting Destiny. It should be and will be one of her causes simply because too many go into her in box.

One of the things in life Pia can control is her gmail account so she cleans it out nightly. Yes Pia is the most unlikely control freak but because of her invisible disability dyspraxia–really a subset of NLD, she just assumes she does everything badly when it comes to taking care of a house. She’s wrong but hey….

Pia’s tired of dissing herself. She’s tired of people telling she could if only she tried harder. Yeah sure–and here’s a legal deposition. Read it, digest it and while you’re at it write a training manual and train ten people–all in the next 72 hours. Pia could do all that blindfolded. She can’t speak other languages but she can speak research: tax, legal, factual and social science–the math parts are all figuring out what formulas to use, idiot.

Pia doesn’t speak like that but many people have spoken to her like that. Most of her success in life, and she has had much, she owes to her parents and to a boy now a man she met when she began college. She always says she was his first PR project as he convinced many many people that she was both the most beautiful and popular girl in college. She wasn’t but hey, he still believes it.

No they didn’t walk into the sunset together though not for lack of trying. Pia just truly appreciates the many breaks he has given her, and when the proper time will be plugging his book like crazy as she loves what she has read and wrote a small but pivotal piece.

Now Pia must go as she can’t believe she has begun to get her life back. She will believe it more when the supplies are out. Someday she might demonstrate how you can get exercise using a remote. She never knew this until the TV was placed way less than a foot away from the metal footboard to the bed.