I was driving home from work this morning and was just in a really good mood. Even the crazy traffic jam on 94 didn't piss me off, which is very rare for me. (Usually I am the type that becomes 10 feet tall, bulletproof and bitchy as soon as I get behind the wheel.)
The sun was shining, I was wide awake, the weather was prefect and cool, and I was listening to my Queen's Greatest Hits CD, which I LOVE. It is a good day. Queen is one of those bands that inspires me and makes me think. I wish I was alive when Queen was a new and up and coming band, I would have loved to have seen them in concert and seen Freddy Mercury alive. When I listen to his music and voice it makes me think of the theatrical style most of his music had. It was so full of energy. I feel it was, and still is today, one of a kind. I can imagine the songs of that CD being in a play similar to Grease. Something with a lot of dancing, bright colors, singing, something glamorous and theatrical...
When I listen to Queen I think of Freddy Mercury a lot. I feel bad for him in a way. He was gay, but obviously didn't feel like he could be open about it. Maybe I am wrong, maybe he just didn't want to divulge his private life details. Either way, I am sure in that time he probably battled with coming out or the lifestyle, like people even have to now.
In his song Play the Game there is this one part of it that almost sounds like advice to his listeners:
"This is your life
Don't play hard to get
It's a free world
All you have to do is fall in love
Play the game - yeah
Everybody play the game of love."
And I wonder if it was really to the listeners, trying to empower them to live for themselves and get what they want, or to himself.
On a slightly different subject... I recently started reading the book 'And the Band Played on' about the discovery of AIDS and the politics behind it, etc. It is an awesome book. It is tragic though. Reading it is kind of like watching the Titanic. You just want to scream to all the men in the bath houses "USE A CONDOM!!!!" because you know how it is going to end. But reading that book makes me think of Freddy's (and so many other men that were first infected with the HIV virus in the late 70's and early 80's.) lifestyle that he must have lead; decadent, carefree, (in ways... I realize homosexuality came with and still does come with huge prices to be paid, unfortunately...) flamboyant, fun, risky, and in the end what caused the world to lose a great singer well before his time.
While on the way home I heard the song "You're my Best Friend". It is one of my favorite Queen songs. I had originally wanted it to be the song we danced to for our wedding party at the reception, but I am glad we chose another song. When I hear this song I always think of Aaron. It's a really good way to describe the relationship we have developed over the years together (5 years as of November 1 since we met. WOW). I actually got a little teary eyed listening to it because it totally sums up everything I feel. I know, I know. Gag. But really, I am so thankful to have him and our marriage that sometimes I do get a little nauseating. Despite the fact that sometimes he drives me nuts (and I drive him nuts too...) I have NO idea what I would do without him. In case any of you reading this do not know the words of the song, here they are. :)
You're My Best Friend
Written by John Deacon
Ooh, you make me live
Whatever this world can give to me
It's you, you're all I see
Ooh, you make me live now honey
Ooh, you make me live
Oh, you're the best friend
That I ever had
I've been with you such a long time
You're my sunshine
And I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
(Ooh) Oh, you're my best friend
Ooh, you make me live
Ooh, I've been wandering round
But I still come back to you (still come back to you) [OK, this is NOT one of my side notes.]
In rain or shine
You've stood by me girl (OK, so he is not a girl, but you know what I mean...)
I'm happy at home (happy at home) [ditto]
You're my best friend
Ooh, you make me live
Whenever this world is cruel to me
I got you, to help me forgive - oo oo ooh (well actually he doesn't help me forgive, but he does make me laugh and lift my spirits, all while planning the ultimate demise of whoever pissed me off!)
Ooh, you make me live now honey
Ooh, you make me live
Oh, you're the first one
When things turn out bad
You know I'll never be lonely
You're my only one
And I love the thing
I really love the things that you do
Oh, you're my best friend
Oh, ooh, you make me live
I'm happy (happy at home) [again]
You're my best friend
Oh, oh, you're my best friend
Ooh, you make me live
You, you're my best friend
OK, so I think I am done with my little outpouring. I need to go to bed since I have to work tonight.
So maybe I am just tired and thinking WAY too much about stuff, but I took the long way home from the MVN office and was in a traffic jam, it was either think or sleep. ha!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Stupid People Shouldn't be Allowed to Talk.
I went to dinner to Chili's with a couple friends tonight. It's the weekend, we're all happy to be out and have fun together, everything was going very well.
Until the waitress came. (Don don don...) She said, practically verbatim: "Hi, my name is Jamie and I will be taking care of you today. The menus are over there, and (clincher here, while looking at me) she said: FOR EVERYONE BUT YOU WE HAVE DRINK SPECIALS... I stopped what I was doing, looked at her and said "EXCUSE ME?" And she stopped dead in her tracks, started stumbling over her words, looking very uncomfortable. BITCH!
So let me paint a little picture for you. I am wearing a black tank top with black matching cardigan over it, with black capri/gaucho pants. I am in a booth, and since I am short my chest is basically sitting on the table. Now unless I seriously underestimated myself, I don't thinkthat I am pouring out of the booth, nor do I have that special pregnancy induced "glow". To try to cover her tracks a second later she says, "Did I use to work with you? You look familiar. Oh, I thought you were someone else, I am so embarrassed." Bitch no you didn't. You are trying to cover up the fact that you are an IDIOT and thought I was pregnant by trying to "confuse" me with another person who obviously was pregnant. Good try. I was born at night, not last night.
I will be the first person to admit it, I am overweight. However, my gut is a fat girl gut, it does not in any way resemble a protruding uterus. Unless you actually can get a muffin top from a growing fetus, I am confused about this mistake. And while this girl wasn't what I would call fat, she had a pooch herself, which I graciously ignored throughout the evening. I should have told her I was about as far along as she was. With a food baby.
We almost left. I am appalled, and so were my friends. We spent the rest of our time there cracking jokes about all the things we could have, and probably should have, said to her. I almost felt bad for her toward the end, actually questioning if she had a closed head injury. She was either a victim of a head injury or seriously the MOST IGNORANT WOMAN ON EARTH. It was painful to listen to her talk. I am sure having an audience of three people looking at you in disgust doesn't make you exactly comfortable, so I supposed it could have been the fact that she was mortified and just hoping the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
In the end we left, but not before leaving an adequate tip. Usually I tip 20% or depending on the service received. She obviously got what she deserved in our eyes.
I am not going to let her ruin my night though. I will sit my fat ass on the couch, watch TV and enjoy the company of good friends. Oh yeah, and go to the gym in the morning.
Until the waitress came. (Don don don...) She said, practically verbatim: "Hi, my name is Jamie and I will be taking care of you today. The menus are over there, and (clincher here, while looking at me) she said: FOR EVERYONE BUT YOU WE HAVE DRINK SPECIALS... I stopped what I was doing, looked at her and said "EXCUSE ME?" And she stopped dead in her tracks, started stumbling over her words, looking very uncomfortable. BITCH!
So let me paint a little picture for you. I am wearing a black tank top with black matching cardigan over it, with black capri/gaucho pants. I am in a booth, and since I am short my chest is basically sitting on the table. Now unless I seriously underestimated myself, I don't thinkthat I am pouring out of the booth, nor do I have that special pregnancy induced "glow". To try to cover her tracks a second later she says, "Did I use to work with you? You look familiar. Oh, I thought you were someone else, I am so embarrassed." Bitch no you didn't. You are trying to cover up the fact that you are an IDIOT and thought I was pregnant by trying to "confuse" me with another person who obviously was pregnant. Good try. I was born at night, not last night.
I will be the first person to admit it, I am overweight. However, my gut is a fat girl gut, it does not in any way resemble a protruding uterus. Unless you actually can get a muffin top from a growing fetus, I am confused about this mistake. And while this girl wasn't what I would call fat, she had a pooch herself, which I graciously ignored throughout the evening. I should have told her I was about as far along as she was. With a food baby.
We almost left. I am appalled, and so were my friends. We spent the rest of our time there cracking jokes about all the things we could have, and probably should have, said to her. I almost felt bad for her toward the end, actually questioning if she had a closed head injury. She was either a victim of a head injury or seriously the MOST IGNORANT WOMAN ON EARTH. It was painful to listen to her talk. I am sure having an audience of three people looking at you in disgust doesn't make you exactly comfortable, so I supposed it could have been the fact that she was mortified and just hoping the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
In the end we left, but not before leaving an adequate tip. Usually I tip 20% or depending on the service received. She obviously got what she deserved in our eyes.
I am not going to let her ruin my night though. I will sit my fat ass on the couch, watch TV and enjoy the company of good friends. Oh yeah, and go to the gym in the morning.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
My Dream
I had the craziest/best dream today. (No, I don't say today because I sleep all day because I am a lazy bum, I work nights.) I dreamt I was in labor with Aaron's and my first child.
In the room was myself (obviously), Aaron (again), Kim, Autumn and Cassie. Sorry I drug you into it, Cassie! haha. Weird that no parents were there. Well I suppose they could have been, I remember more than anything a lot of chaos, people running around the room, a doctor putting on his gear very quickly, bright lights, me moaning loudly. I remember saying that I wanted an epidural, but Cassie told me that I couldn't because I was crowning. The awesome part was I remember that in my dream I was a sweaty, painful mess but I didn't feel any pain. Too bad it won't be like that when I am really in labor!
I pushed briefly, then had the baby. It was a little girl. I can see her cute little face in my head. I saw her perfectly in my dream. She had dark brown wavy hair that clung to her head and a cute little button nose. She was quiet and sweet and loved when I cuddled and fed her. She took immediately to breast feeding and that made her the happiest. In my dream I was SOOOO happy she was there, and walked with her and talked to her and stroked her soft hair.
Later in the dream I asked Aaron questions about labor because I didn't really remember anything. He said labor lasted about a minute (YEAH RIGHT. LOL) that it was so quick I barely made it to the hospital. I pushed one time and she was there.
The only other parts of my dream were weird. Autumn had the baby for a minute, and two other people were with her in a Jeep and they were all smoking. I was IRATE. I yelled "Why are you smoking in front of my newborn baby?" Autumn said that it was OK because she wasn't by it. They had my baby laying face down on the back seat of the Jeep with the top down. The sun was beating on her bare skin, all she had on was a diaper and a nightgown. Then one of the other girls that was in the Jeep smoking (someone I actually went to Nursing School with, that does not smoke in real life) was calling me a bitch for yelling at them for smoking around the baby. I was pissed. That part was stupid.
The dream was what I expect to be very realistic, apart from the labor going so quickly. I was walking around with her and once realized she was cold because her little feet were mottled and I felt horrible, like the worst Mom on Earth and that this poor child was stuck with me for a mother. I assume all first time Moms are like this. That's what the first time Moms at the hospital are like. =)
When I woke up I was happy because it was such a nice dream, and at the same time sad because it was just a dream. I loved that baby so much! It was like I was absolutely infatuated with her. I could have stared at her all day long and not gotten sick of it. Now I want that to be a reality. =(
Here's hoping it happens soon!!
In the room was myself (obviously), Aaron (again), Kim, Autumn and Cassie. Sorry I drug you into it, Cassie! haha. Weird that no parents were there. Well I suppose they could have been, I remember more than anything a lot of chaos, people running around the room, a doctor putting on his gear very quickly, bright lights, me moaning loudly. I remember saying that I wanted an epidural, but Cassie told me that I couldn't because I was crowning. The awesome part was I remember that in my dream I was a sweaty, painful mess but I didn't feel any pain. Too bad it won't be like that when I am really in labor!
I pushed briefly, then had the baby. It was a little girl. I can see her cute little face in my head. I saw her perfectly in my dream. She had dark brown wavy hair that clung to her head and a cute little button nose. She was quiet and sweet and loved when I cuddled and fed her. She took immediately to breast feeding and that made her the happiest. In my dream I was SOOOO happy she was there, and walked with her and talked to her and stroked her soft hair.
Later in the dream I asked Aaron questions about labor because I didn't really remember anything. He said labor lasted about a minute (YEAH RIGHT. LOL) that it was so quick I barely made it to the hospital. I pushed one time and she was there.
The only other parts of my dream were weird. Autumn had the baby for a minute, and two other people were with her in a Jeep and they were all smoking. I was IRATE. I yelled "Why are you smoking in front of my newborn baby?" Autumn said that it was OK because she wasn't by it. They had my baby laying face down on the back seat of the Jeep with the top down. The sun was beating on her bare skin, all she had on was a diaper and a nightgown. Then one of the other girls that was in the Jeep smoking (someone I actually went to Nursing School with, that does not smoke in real life) was calling me a bitch for yelling at them for smoking around the baby. I was pissed. That part was stupid.
The dream was what I expect to be very realistic, apart from the labor going so quickly. I was walking around with her and once realized she was cold because her little feet were mottled and I felt horrible, like the worst Mom on Earth and that this poor child was stuck with me for a mother. I assume all first time Moms are like this. That's what the first time Moms at the hospital are like. =)
When I woke up I was happy because it was such a nice dream, and at the same time sad because it was just a dream. I loved that baby so much! It was like I was absolutely infatuated with her. I could have stared at her all day long and not gotten sick of it. Now I want that to be a reality. =(
Here's hoping it happens soon!!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Check it out if ya wanna
OK so I am not going to email people like the site tells me to and ask for people to sponsor me/this cause. But I will put it up on blogs. I think that is fair enough.
http://my.yesonprop2.com/page/outreach/view/20-20/Lamorand
If I have the money to spare I am going to do it!
http://my.yesonprop2.com/page/outreach/view/20-20/Lamorand
If I have the money to spare I am going to do it!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Baconator
Yeah, I had one.
I am a shitty vegetarian. I actually almost cried last night when I made the decision to have one. I wasn't even hungry. But I NEEDED MEAT. I am not even kidding. It was a craving like I have never ever had before. I am blaming it on the period I am just getting over, the hangover from my party Saturday night and the nazi bastard trainer that kicked my ass at the gym Saturday afternoon. Yesterday I seriously couldn't walk up or down stairs. I had to scoot on my butt and crawl.
And today for dinner I had fish and chips. Yep, fish. I don't care. I HAD to have it. My body needed to eat meat. I think I am over it now. I think I can go a few weeks now without slipping up again. So I guess I am going to one of those vegetarians that slips up now and again. It sucks, I wish I could do it full force, but damnit I don't like tofu, and soy weirds me out. I will vow to only buy free range/cage free eggs, and never eat at KFC, and adopt all future pets, not purchase from pet stores, and buy from companies that don't test on animals whenever possible, and eat meat as little as possible. I will try as much as possible to be an animal friendly person as much as I can. But come on now, that cow, pig and fish that nourished my protein and iron deficient body last night and today were already dead. It's not my fault... right? Listen to the guilty vegetarian wannabe try to justify herself. :(
But I have to say, that burger and fish were SO good. I totally feel like shit, but man, it's worth it. There is something inside me that is satiated now. Agh.
You know how on vampire movies there is always one that is torn with his blood sucking ways, that tries to not feed off the blood of unsuspecting people, only to give in to it later because he has to? I can soooo relate to that. Ugh, I suck.
I am a shitty vegetarian. I actually almost cried last night when I made the decision to have one. I wasn't even hungry. But I NEEDED MEAT. I am not even kidding. It was a craving like I have never ever had before. I am blaming it on the period I am just getting over, the hangover from my party Saturday night and the nazi bastard trainer that kicked my ass at the gym Saturday afternoon. Yesterday I seriously couldn't walk up or down stairs. I had to scoot on my butt and crawl.
And today for dinner I had fish and chips. Yep, fish. I don't care. I HAD to have it. My body needed to eat meat. I think I am over it now. I think I can go a few weeks now without slipping up again. So I guess I am going to one of those vegetarians that slips up now and again. It sucks, I wish I could do it full force, but damnit I don't like tofu, and soy weirds me out. I will vow to only buy free range/cage free eggs, and never eat at KFC, and adopt all future pets, not purchase from pet stores, and buy from companies that don't test on animals whenever possible, and eat meat as little as possible. I will try as much as possible to be an animal friendly person as much as I can. But come on now, that cow, pig and fish that nourished my protein and iron deficient body last night and today were already dead. It's not my fault... right? Listen to the guilty vegetarian wannabe try to justify herself. :(
But I have to say, that burger and fish were SO good. I totally feel like shit, but man, it's worth it. There is something inside me that is satiated now. Agh.
You know how on vampire movies there is always one that is torn with his blood sucking ways, that tries to not feed off the blood of unsuspecting people, only to give in to it later because he has to? I can soooo relate to that. Ugh, I suck.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Curves and why they are Bitches.
OK, so I have a Curves membership that I never use. Why? Because I am lazy and an asshole. I have no reason NOT to go, I just don't like it, music sucks, etc, but should have gone anyway because I need to lose weight and because I am paying good money for the membership.
However, they opened a LA fitness 3 miles away from my house and I REALLY want to join that. They have a pool, sauna, hot tub, elipticals, treadmills, lots of classes, etc, and it is the same amount as Curves. So I wanna do it! I literally have to pass the road it is on to go home in the mornings from work. Finally! Something I might actually stick with!
I have been putting off getting an account there because I (thought) I was paying on Curves until next month, when my membership can be cancelled after the year contract. However, today I find an old message on the phone from Curves saying to please call as soon as I can. So I call them, assuming they are going to say "Where the hell have you been?" No, they tell me there was something wrong with my card and they haven't been charging me since March. I think, Sweet, I am about to get off light. No, they say that even though I haven't been going, and they haven't contacted me to say there was a problem with my card, they say I owe $150 plus a $50 cancellation fee if I want to quit early.
So, naturally I got pissed. I have no problem paying it, but if it doesn't go through the first month, your dumb ass better call me back and tell me there is a problem. Don't call me 6 months later and tell me I owe you a shit load of money.
So, this lady told me more than once that I should take responsibility for my finances. Bitch! That is the wrong thing to say to me. We might not be rolling in the cash, but damnit our shit is paid! We might not be able to have lots of extras, but we aren't delinquent in anything either. I made sure to tell her that we may not have tons of money, but my mortgage, 2 car payments, 2 credit cards and student loans are all paid off and in good standing. She was like, that is none of my business, you're telling me too much information. Well guess what wench, if you're going to accuse me of something I didn't do and question my character over the phone, you're going to hear me defend myself over the phone. I was SO offended.
She even said to me, in quite a bitchy manner "Didn't you notice that it wasn't coming out of your account every month?" To which I replied No, I assumed you did what you were supposed to do and take the money I owed you. That's why I did direct deduction, so I didn't have to think about it. If it didn't work, why didn't you tell me 6 months ago?!??!?!
The woman I was talking to and I had a heated arguement for about 12 minutes, according to the timer on my phone. At one point I was basically just screaming at her. She tried to end the phone call, but I don't even know if I gave her the chance. Then after it all I was said to her, "Sorry for yelling at you, but I am really mad this really caught me all off guard." She responded with (finally, almost verbatim.) "You don't have anything to be sorry for, I am being completely out of line. I am really sorry. I don't feel good and I am having a really bad day and I am taking it out on you." Finally. Something that came out of her mouth that made sense!
At one point we were both acting like assholes. I was like, "You don't have to worry about me coming back there or joining again, because I won't!" All she said was "Fine!" and things of that nature. To be honest, thinking back I didn't hear a lot. When I get that angry I kinda lose control, tunnel vision etc. Wow. The Army should recruit me for combat. Just put me on the phone with that woman first and I will be set! LOL
Let me say this, I have no problem paying my bills. But if you decide to not charge me for 6 months, and then ask for it all back at once and basically call me irresponsible when YOU'RE the company, NOT me, that pisses me off. BAD. Sure, I should have noticed I suppose, but as long as everything balances out the way it should then I don't. But more than I should have done something, they should have been a responsible, and financially sound company and contacted me the first month they couldn't collect funds from me. I asked her why didn't she try to email me, or call me, or send me a letter? All she said was, "we don't use email addresses." Way to beat around the bush and NOT assume responsibility, bitch. I also remember telling her that if she didn't have documentation of all the months they tried to call me and get no response that she could basically hang it up. And also that I would get statements from Verizon proving they did NOT call me.
The phone call ended with both of us apologizing, and her taking care of everything and just deleting my account. That's a good idea, since most people would have told her to kiss their asses and not pay anyway. So, I owe nothing, and am now trying to put it all behind me. Oh yeah, and I am trying to find a constructive way to get rid of this adreneline-induced rage out of my system. Maybe I will go to LA Fitness after this blog, join up and kick someone's ass? Hmmm... it's an idea.
Part of me wonders if she just said fine it's all taken care of so I don't drive up there and kick her ass. LMAO.
Opinions are welcome here! I am curious what you guys would have done in this situation? And, correct me if I am wrong, but doesn't their lack of collecting a payment or contacting me basically count as a breach of the contract and negating it?
However, they opened a LA fitness 3 miles away from my house and I REALLY want to join that. They have a pool, sauna, hot tub, elipticals, treadmills, lots of classes, etc, and it is the same amount as Curves. So I wanna do it! I literally have to pass the road it is on to go home in the mornings from work. Finally! Something I might actually stick with!
I have been putting off getting an account there because I (thought) I was paying on Curves until next month, when my membership can be cancelled after the year contract. However, today I find an old message on the phone from Curves saying to please call as soon as I can. So I call them, assuming they are going to say "Where the hell have you been?" No, they tell me there was something wrong with my card and they haven't been charging me since March. I think, Sweet, I am about to get off light. No, they say that even though I haven't been going, and they haven't contacted me to say there was a problem with my card, they say I owe $150 plus a $50 cancellation fee if I want to quit early.
So, naturally I got pissed. I have no problem paying it, but if it doesn't go through the first month, your dumb ass better call me back and tell me there is a problem. Don't call me 6 months later and tell me I owe you a shit load of money.
So, this lady told me more than once that I should take responsibility for my finances. Bitch! That is the wrong thing to say to me. We might not be rolling in the cash, but damnit our shit is paid! We might not be able to have lots of extras, but we aren't delinquent in anything either. I made sure to tell her that we may not have tons of money, but my mortgage, 2 car payments, 2 credit cards and student loans are all paid off and in good standing. She was like, that is none of my business, you're telling me too much information. Well guess what wench, if you're going to accuse me of something I didn't do and question my character over the phone, you're going to hear me defend myself over the phone. I was SO offended.
She even said to me, in quite a bitchy manner "Didn't you notice that it wasn't coming out of your account every month?" To which I replied No, I assumed you did what you were supposed to do and take the money I owed you. That's why I did direct deduction, so I didn't have to think about it. If it didn't work, why didn't you tell me 6 months ago?!??!?!
The woman I was talking to and I had a heated arguement for about 12 minutes, according to the timer on my phone. At one point I was basically just screaming at her. She tried to end the phone call, but I don't even know if I gave her the chance. Then after it all I was said to her, "Sorry for yelling at you, but I am really mad this really caught me all off guard." She responded with (finally, almost verbatim.) "You don't have anything to be sorry for, I am being completely out of line. I am really sorry. I don't feel good and I am having a really bad day and I am taking it out on you." Finally. Something that came out of her mouth that made sense!
At one point we were both acting like assholes. I was like, "You don't have to worry about me coming back there or joining again, because I won't!" All she said was "Fine!" and things of that nature. To be honest, thinking back I didn't hear a lot. When I get that angry I kinda lose control, tunnel vision etc. Wow. The Army should recruit me for combat. Just put me on the phone with that woman first and I will be set! LOL
Let me say this, I have no problem paying my bills. But if you decide to not charge me for 6 months, and then ask for it all back at once and basically call me irresponsible when YOU'RE the company, NOT me, that pisses me off. BAD. Sure, I should have noticed I suppose, but as long as everything balances out the way it should then I don't. But more than I should have done something, they should have been a responsible, and financially sound company and contacted me the first month they couldn't collect funds from me. I asked her why didn't she try to email me, or call me, or send me a letter? All she said was, "we don't use email addresses." Way to beat around the bush and NOT assume responsibility, bitch. I also remember telling her that if she didn't have documentation of all the months they tried to call me and get no response that she could basically hang it up. And also that I would get statements from Verizon proving they did NOT call me.
The phone call ended with both of us apologizing, and her taking care of everything and just deleting my account. That's a good idea, since most people would have told her to kiss their asses and not pay anyway. So, I owe nothing, and am now trying to put it all behind me. Oh yeah, and I am trying to find a constructive way to get rid of this adreneline-induced rage out of my system. Maybe I will go to LA Fitness after this blog, join up and kick someone's ass? Hmmm... it's an idea.
Part of me wonders if she just said fine it's all taken care of so I don't drive up there and kick her ass. LMAO.
Opinions are welcome here! I am curious what you guys would have done in this situation? And, correct me if I am wrong, but doesn't their lack of collecting a payment or contacting me basically count as a breach of the contract and negating it?
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