Thank you, thank you for the supportive comments aplenty. I’m totally going to whore up my blog now, even if Momomax wrote:

“if you do decide to include ads, I’ll stil read, but with a total sense of superiority because I will still have a pure, virgin wordpress blog and you won’t.”

Sweet! That really cracked me up. (And if you haven’t read her blog, go over. She rocks it.) Momomax: that’s okay. I feel superior because I can spell still correctly every time. BOO-ya! Ha ha. Oh, you architects. You’re superior anyway. Like Art Vandelay of Vandelay Industries.

Anyway, I hit Publish after bitching in that last post and told G, “Wow. I really do feel better.” And we both sat for a second, surprised, then dug into our sushi.

Thanks homeys.

Now that I’ve somewhat committed to this ad thing, I need to get on it. I am notorious for incomplete projects unless it’s a paying job. Now you’ll really see the flaky side of me.

As for ads, as far as I can tell, they work by page views and not click-throughs, although I think there are click-through ads too. (Look at me, pretending to know what the F I’m talking about.) My point is: I’ve heard some people have gotten banned from GoogleAds because they’ve had overzealous, clickety-clicking friends. And Google ain’t gonna be sucka’d by you or me or anyone else.

Speaking of Google, does anyone else think that in twenty years, we’re all going to be living on some extended Google campus and be called Googleans and speak Googlish? They’re going to go to the corners of the world one day, count to three, and pull the carpet we know as Earth right out from under us and ta-da! We’ll all be standing on one large Googled quadrangle in freakin’ primary colors with some goofy logo they’ve developed for this new holiday.

Really. I’m like Nostradamus.

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As for the house… we have it on both the rental and sales market. We came close to renting it out recently, until said renters sent us a bank statement. And it was scary. As in: holy-shit-and-I-thought-I-had-problems scary. And we scratched our heads and asked, “And they sent this to us, why…?” According to the bank, they had no money. In fact, they owed money on a monthly basis. I won’t even get into their credit report.

And then our friend told us how much it costs to evict people.

And the management companies were being douchebags — as in, disappearing randomly. WTF? When did management companies become contractors?

And then I, being a freakin’ control freak, started hyperventilating thinking about damaged property and being halfway across the country and what they would do to our septic tank and getting calls in the middle of the night about flooding the neighborhood and I almost had an aneurysm.

Needless to say, that renter didn’t work out (not that the control freak bit had anything to do with that). No, beggars can’t be choosers but beggars also can’t deal with that shit from so far away. So it’s still on both markets. While I sit and twiddle my f’ing thumbs, trying not to think about it.

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Yesterday I had the pleasure of meeting some other Kimchi Mamas and a Filipina Mom. Carol orchestrated a wonderful picnic at Millennium Park with Glennia (in town for BlogHer and did you know that her blog is named The Silent I because the I in her name is silent? Ah-ha! How awesome is that?), Sarah, and Mamazilla. Unfortunately, G and I failed to take many pictures except of our own kids while we were waiting for others to show up. Fortunately, we had good reason. As soon as Sarah pulled her camera out, we silently said, “Yes!” and shoved ours away. I mean, we can’t compete with that kind of talent.

Anyway, everyone was (as I already commented on Kimchi Mamas) as lovely in person as I expected, and their kids adorable. I’m usually nervous about meeting people for the first time and I’m pretty shy in these kinds of situations, but I felt as if I knew everyone already. It’s amazing just how much everyone’s personalities come through on their blogs. Hopefully we’ll be able to see each other again soon. Well, maybe not Glennia since she’s from out-of-town, but maybe we need to have a KM meetup…? We can call it BibamBlog. Buh-dum-dum.

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This weekend I noticed we actually have four buzzers down by our front door, not three. During my bitchy meltdown, I forgot there was a basement apartment. Whoopsies. Sorry, non-idiotic-potential-neighbors. Um… I heart you? And welcome to the neighborhood!

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The other night I got a late night drunken message from FingKASIL and a close friend of mine. Let’s call her Charro because that’s what I call her. Since FingKASIL and Charro both live in SF, I introduced them so they can comfort each other in the sorrow of my absence. Now they are like, BFF. Bitches. I didn’t understand a word of that message except someone asking for Mo’ Komo and some hysterical laughter ensuing. I need to get out there and break you bitches up.

In all seriousness, hope you guys had fun and you didn’t feel as hellacious the next day as I did. Coochie-coo!

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This week G will be making our decision to have no more kids official — he’s going in for Operation Nutsoff. Maybe I’ll get him to Blog Live! from the couch while I rotate supplies of frozen peas and try and keep the twins from jumping on his crotch. Please wish him luck.

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