Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Sometimes when things seem too good to be true, they usually are.
I try not to be a pessimist, but in this day and age it is hard. When something seems too good to be true, I automatically look for the catch. Let’s be honest, I did it with Big A for like the first 2 years that we were together. Healthy, I know. But he was too good to be true. Things like Big A don’t happen to people like me… I figured there must be something wrong with him. I was happy to find out he was the exception to the rule.
However, most of the time… there is the catch. And I dig for it. Search for it. And then when I find it, I go “I was right”. I try not to live my entire life that way though. Because like Big A, sometimes good things happen. And I want to enjoy them. Not spend two years waiting for the other shoe to drop.
After the whole neighbor debacle, I’ve been searching Craigslist like it is my job. Trying to find some light at the end of the tunnel. And I thought I had found it.
There was a house for rent on my street. BEAUTIFUL house. $1200 a month. All utilities included. I tried not to do the excited girl squeal. I did my best. But it came out anyway. Along with the flapping hands. I e-mailed the person and anxiously awaited their reply. It was like when you first meet someone you really, really, really like and you wait for them to call. This guy was good. He followed the two day rule to a T.
I received this e-mail:
Thanks for your interest and inquiries about my house.Yes the house is still available for rent and we are looking for a responsible person/family to occupy and maintain the house now that we are not around. Myself and wife just traveled to United Kingdom for a program called Empowering Youth to Fight Racism, HIV/AIDS, Poverty and Lack of Education, the program is taking place in three major countries in Europe which are the UK , Spain and Germany. We will be away for 2 to 3 years or more that is why I have made up my mind to put up my house for rent to whom ever that will take good care of it.Also how long do you intend to stay? How soon do you intend to move in?
Sq Footage: 2200
Has a basement
2-car Garage (attached)
Washer / Dryer
Rent: $1200 includes utilities
Please feel free to ask any questions you do not understand and i will be looking forward to receive your email as soon as possible.
As i am not around to show the inside, you can go check out the house and the neighborhood from the outside and get back to me if you really like it for more information.
Please respond ASAP.
Hope to read from you soon
Thank you and remain blessed.
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! This can’t be true? Can it? This is perfect. This is amazing. THIS is what we have been waiting for.
I was cautious. Sure. I have received a similar e-mail before only this woman was in Nigeria or something. So… I did a little digging. The information checked out. Names, addresses, etc. And the house was across the freaking street! How easy of a move is that?
I walked down and looked at the house. The garage was open and there was a car there. Weird. I just looked from across the street. Hmm… I thought… maybe they have someone watching the house for them.
I calmed down a bit and began to accept the fact that maybe this could be real. BUT, I was still cautious. I received an e-mail this morning and the alarms in my head continued to go off. I had asked this guy a bunch of questions and he hadn’t answered any of them. He just said he was happy to hear from me and attached a rental application. He also said that no one was around to show me the house.
BUT, he didn’t ask for any too personal information (no SS # or anything) so I thought THAT was strange. Soo… I continued digging.
The house WAS for sale at some point. I had found it on a website for people who were trying to sell their home by themselves. It listed the wife’s name, her home number, and her cell phone. I called the house phone… it went to voicemail. Hmm… why would you leave your phone in service if you were out of the country…maybe they are checking their messages.
So I called the cell phone. Went to voicemail. Weird…you would definitely shut off your cell phone if you were in the UK. So I left her a voicemail asking her to call me.
I decided to search the group that the guy said they were apart of. Soo… I googled it (hehe) and I found a bajillion websites. Including this one: Scam Warners
Hmm….doesn’t that e-mail look a little familiar? Go ahead. Scroll up. They are almost identical.
The woman called me back a few minutes later. Quite obviously confused by the cryptic message. I explained the whole thing. They had actually become aware of it last night, but didn’t have a lot of information. So I told her my side of the story. And how this person was encouraging people to go to the property and walk around the house. Look in the windows. Go ahead. No one was home. They were out of the country. Freaky shit.
I forwarded her the e-mails and she thanked me for my information.
I got off the phone with her and a chill immediately went through my body.
What if something had happened to her? What if someone saw this, broke in because they thought no one was home, saw that she was home, and she got hurt. Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with people?
And honestly…I’m guessing their scam was to get people to send them money for the keys. Who the hell would be stupid enough to send them $2400 and then sit and wait patiently for the keys to arrive in the mail. Idiots.
So this concludes my incredibly long story of why you shouldn’t always trust something that seems to good to be true (although sometimes you can be surprised). We also learned that people are fucked up and that there were probably some idiots who actually fell for this and sent them money.
God helps us all.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
And I'm being serious about this. I would much rather have a nice steady work load (or even be buried in work) than sit here staring at my computer screen for 8 hours until my eyes glaze over and drool drips from my mouth...OK not really...I don't drool but the eyes glazing over is true.
I'm working on a couple different projects and after lunch Miss Sass (You can see her first mention here: Miss Sass Debut; in what is coincidentally another post about music) had to leave for some class she had to attend. So I plugged in my I Pod and began to listen to some music while I plugged away at some of my projects.
Well... we all know that ADD makes it a little hard to concentrate. Imagine my surprise to learn that sometimes the music does not help my productivity and in fact sends me into a tailspin of daydreaming. Shocking.
I've always been amazed and music's ability to pull me back into my past. Because every band, song, etc. is correlated in some part of my life. Does this happen to anyone else?
Like the summer that I listened to the FlyLeaf CD over and over and over again. And I can remember driving on the Mass Pike in bumper to bumper traffic to visit a friend. A friend I learned had too many problems and regardless of what I thought were cries for help, didn't want any and we quickly faded from each other's lives.
The Evanescence and Seether song "Broken" that reminds me of what was, what is, and what could have been.
The Incubus songs that remind me of the Summer of 2000 where my brother and I would be driving around together. The summer that I am pretty sure the closeness of our relationship became apparent and the days of "the annoying little sister" were a distant memory.
The Sugarcult song that reminds me of every.single.guy I liked/dated/etc. The whole reckless abandon that is falling in love. The remembrance of everything I loved followed by the instant reminder of the pain.
The September Twilight songs that remind me of all of my friends from high school. Every single show we went to in Boston, regardless of the fact that we got lost every.single.time. despite it always being in the same place. Of listening to every single word and feeling so completely moved by them. And equally flabbergasted that friends I went to high school with created some of the most meaningful music I have ever come into contact with. And then the incredible disappointment when they eventually had to go their own ways and the band split up. And the way I felt like it was a direct metaphor for my life. The fact that I had to leave some things behind because I was finding it hard to juggle the adult world.
Every.single.song. They all have meaning. A different me. A different time. Plus the fact that I haven't updated my I Pod in a couple years doesn't much help the time warp since there is nothing relatively new on it.
It just amazes me to remember all of it and look at where I am now. There are some of those times where I didn't know if I would make it out alive. I didn't know if that black holes that were slowly but surely sucking me in would finally win their battle or not. I just knew that sometimes drowning in the music allowed me to escape it all for a little bit.
Sometimes it didn't allow me to escape. Sometimes it ripped out every emotion that I was trying to stuff down. Have you ever had a song that you listen to when you just want to have a good cry? A surefire way that you will be able to get out everything you are feeling when you are having trouble with your emotional vomit?
And sometimes it is just music. Something fun to listen to on a sunny day with the windows down. And sometimes it is a wonderful way to procrastinate doing your work.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I don't see it getting better either. During the summer Big A and I spent most of our time outside with Mr. Fresh. Enjoying the nice weather. Grilling. Hanging out with friends.
I don't see that meshing with our psycho neighbors. I see a million more situations where shit could happen. It really upsets me.
The words from the crazy old lady are ringing in my head. Every time I hear her voice repeating what she said, my blood boils all over again. You do not know me. You do not know Big A. Keep your distorted opinions to yourself.
I wish I could say that we could somehow find a way to all live harmoniously, but I doubt that will happen. They walked in and from the get-go they made their opinion and reacted accordingly. Big A and I went into this apartment situation not expecting to make any friends. We were lucky enough to make friends with some of the people who used to live here. I count that as a gift.
But, we don't care about making friends. We care about peace. That's all that we want. We want to feel comfortable in our own home and I don't think that that is too much to ask for. But the fact of the matter is that we don't feel comfortable in our own home. And it is sad to think that when we think of the first place that we called home together the memory will be tainted by them. I hope that someday we can look back on this and laugh. Today is not that day.
I think this (added to the thousand other things that are going on) is just my breaking point. I feel like I have to look over my shoulder every time I come home. See who is there. See who is going to do something next.
Big A and I joke that we need one of those boards that they had at the nuclear power plant on the Simpsons. Days since last psycho neighbor episode. It might help us make light of the situation.
I hope something does because I can tell that it is wearing on the both of us. I will say that one of the many things that I love about Big A and our relationship is when shit like this happens, we become closer. We band together. We become an impenetrable force. And that support helps me get through a lot. Because I know that he has my back and he knows that I have his. It's nice to know that you have someone on your side when you feel like the world is banding up against you.
I know this may sound a little melodramatic, but a home is supposed to be your safe haven. It is supposed to be a place that you dread going. A place you wish to escape. And unfortunately, this is where we are now.
Whatever. I know we will be where we are supposed to be. I'm just not so good at the waiting patiently for opportunities to show themselves. I know shocking...patience isn't my strong point...this is a surprise to many I'm sure.
But for right now, I am going to try to live in the now. L just left after a wonderful night of venting while drinking delicious Sangria. And now my handsome man is home. I will enjoy my time with him and my fabulous puppy as well. Because the silver lining of realizing that some people out there are just assholes for the sake of being assholes... is that it allows you to appreciate the amazing people in your life that much more.
And I really hate the fact that they are trying to make Big A look like the bad guy here. I'm the first one to tell him when he is being an idiot and in this case... I haven't said anything like that.
Would I have dealt with it the same? Who knows. I wasn't in the situation. I may or may not have flipped a bit more. But then again I'm not a 6'2" 28 year old male with a scruffy beard. It probably wouldn't have had the same effect!
Do I blame him for reacting the way he did? Absolutely not. That bitch had it coming to her and then some.
Right now we are just trying to look at options. Of course the plan was to live here until we had a down payment saved, but I'm not sure if that is going to happen. I think it is best for our mental sanity to just find some place else. It is just hard with the dog and the area we want. But, I am sure we will figure out where we are supposed to be.
Thank you to everyone last night who completely agreed with me that they are fucking crazy. It made me feel so much better that other people agree. Hmm...maybe we aren't the assholes after all (well...not the biggest ones at least).
Work has been insanely busy today, which has helped with the distraction. I have a to do list a mile long and of course... I am blogging instead. Why not?
Easter weekend was so much fun! Between the bowling, hanging out with friends Saturday night, and then Sunday with Big A and my families all together. It was pretty great. I spent some good prep time on Saturday getting everything ready so that I wasn't all stressed out on Easter.
I am happy to say that my plan worked. It was a fairly easy-going. Yay me! We got to spend some quality time with our families which was amazing. And by the end of the day I was thoroughly exhausted as usual. But, I wouldn't have changed any of it.
Tonight L is coming over and it will be nice to drink wine and talk more shit about my crappy neighbors (and I can bring L with me to do laundry so I know that if crazy woman tries to stab me I have someone to call me an ambulance)!
Ma Dukes par-tay is coming up.
16 days until Big A and I's 4 year anniversary!!! (Holy shit I need a present idea... damn)
L's wedding is a tiny-eeny-weenie bit over a month away.
Crazy things are happening. Should be a busy next few weeks.
And let's hope that we find a new place in the mean time....
Cross your fingers!
Monday, April 25, 2011
If you don't feel like listening to me complain... feel free to skip it.
If swears bother you... you might want to move on from this one.
If you are my neighbor and you are reading this... there is a 50% chance that I am talking about you. And hate you.
It is no secret that Big A and I have had some issues with our neighbors. I'm not saying that we are 100% innocent in every situation... but we have two neighbors that I am completely convinced are fucking PSYCHO.
It has been a non-stop battle since they have moved in. There is always something. And the worst part is that the two crazies have bonded over the fact that they think we suck at life. Fantastic.
The woman downstairs is nuts. She has this tiny little ridiculous dog that seriously barks every.single.morning from 6:15 to 6:45. Awesome. She lets her dog out when we have Mr. Fresh out at night. And "somehow" the dog escapes and chases Mr. Fresh around the yard as she screams like crazy" You get back here. Why aren't you listening to me? You are in so much trouble. Oh. Come back here. Hello. Can you hear me?
Yes...because A) the dog totally understands every word you are saying and is just ignoring you and B) the incessant barking isn't bad enough, we need to listen to your squawking at 11 o'clock at night. Awesome.
So last night, this whole situation happens. AGAIN. Shocking.
Big A has attempted to talk to her about this numerous times. It hasn't gotten through her thick skull. Big A has stayed relatively calm. I have been very impressed.
This time Big A tries to tell her to get her dog because he is chasing Mr. Fresh around the backyard and the poor guy is just trying to take his nightly pee. She does nothing. So Big A brings the dog in the house, thinking this situation is just too much and he gives up. Nice try.
Her fucking dog runs through the door after Mr. Fresh and into our god damn bedroom. At 11:15 on a Sunday night. Jesus lady, get.it.together.
So Big A tries to get the dog out and kind of leads him towards the door with his foot. The dog turns to run back in and Big A blocks it with his foot. The dog yelps and runs outside. The woman then freaks the fuck out on Big A saying that he kicked her dog. He's a fucking loser. Fuck him. Blah blah blah.
Seriously. This is what she is screaming into my bedroom door at 11:15 last night. Awesome. Happy Easter to you too bitch. UG.
If that wasn't bad enough, I get home from work today and crazy old lady next door stops me and tells me how the other woman called her last night to tell her all about how horrible Alex is. How he kicked her dog. He's threatening her. She wants to call the cops. Blah blah blah. Insert what must have been hours of bullshit here.
I tell the crotchety old woman that while I appreciate her concern, that's not what happened, I'm staying out of it, and it is none of her business. She keeps going. I tell her she's wrong and I am not talking about this anymore. She keeps fucking going. I tell her to have a nice day and walk away.
Because as much as I would have liked to have lost it on her...I think we have had enough drama here for awhile. Although that probably won't stop anything.
I'm furious. I'm fed up. And I would like to scream that neither one of these woman know a damn thing about Big A and that they need to keep their fucking mouths shut. Because honestly, although I may not agree with everything Big A says or does, he's my guy. And I am fiercely overprotective of him. Because if you have something bad to say about him. And don't recognize that there is anything else there. Then you don't fucking know him from a hole in the wall and you should probably shut the hell up.
I'm so done with this. We need to get out of here. Like yesterday.
The official Contribute to Big A & K buying a house fund before some shit goes down and they face jail time due to their ridiculous ass neighbors is now open.
Just kidding. Kinda.
Friday, April 22, 2011
I decided to link up with Laura from Between the Lines for Fabulous Friday!
Tonight...we are doing a little of this:
I've been trying to get Big A to go bowling FOR.EV.ER. No dice. But JP has a bday and it is the perfect excuse to get him out there! PLUS I may be a little competitive and may or may not have been talking smack for the past three days about how I am going to kick his ass. HA!
Next... we have Easter this Sunday. Another wonderful excuse for everyone to get together and overeat. I plan on making some of these bad boys:
I'm a little sad that I am too old for this guy to come and visit:
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Alright, even though my last one was a big.fat.fail I'm going to try again, because eventually someone else will be excited about this like I am. Ha!
This week the recipe is "Zesty Chicken Noodle Casserole" and it is delicious! It is also a Weight Watchers recipe, so it isn't even that bad for you.
So here we go:
Zesty Chicken Noodle Casserole
- 6 oz wide noodles
- 1 Tbsp Olive Oil
- 4 Tsp all purpose flour
- 2 cups fat free milk
- 1 tbsp grated Parmesan cheese
- 2 cups cubed chicken
- 1 onion
- 2 cloves garlic (not in the original recipe, but I put onions and garlic in like everything)
- 2 tsp can green chilies (I don't use these, but if you like them go for it)
- 1 tsp Dijon Mustard
- 4 Tbsp bread crumbs
For the record...I don't do everything EXACTLY how it says in the recipe. I kind of judge amounts on my own. BUT if you want the nutritional value of the actual recipe, follow it to a T!
1. Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees. Place a small amount of olive oil in a pan. Add chicken, onions, and garlic. Cook on medium-high heat until all pink is gone.
2. Boil noodles as recommended on the package. I use this kind because I am obsessed with them and use every excuse to use them in a recipe. (Also, they are like $1 it's amazing)
3. Remove cooked chicken from pan. Wipe down. In pan mix olive oil with the flour. Cook on medium-high heat and whisk until fully blended.
4. Add milk and Parmesan cheese. Whisk until sauce thickens. (About 2-4 minutes)
5. Spray non-stick cooking spray into a casserole dish. Spread with a paper towel to cover all
7. Pour chicken mixture and noodles into the sauce. Add the mustard (I use a little extra since I don't use the chilies, gives it a little zing). Stir until mixed.
8. Spoon mixture into bowl and cover with bread crumbs. (Another thing I use more of. I like it to cover all of it generously) Place in the oven and cook for 20 - 25 minutes.
Enjoy! I don't have a "all-cooked" picture since Big A was starving and running out the door. I felt bad saying "Hey hun, I know you are starving and on a time limit, but can you wait to eat until I take a picture...thanks!" Although he's probably used to the strangeness and wouldn't question it. He was highly confused last week when I started taking pictures of cooking food. Ha!
P.S. I tried to get the link to the actual recipe, but Weight Watchers didn't have it on their website. BUT I wanted to make sure I gave them full credit!
So let's try this again... what have you been cooking lately?
* Sorry the link should be working now... anyone? Anyone? Heh
This week I am saying So What! if...
* Instead of becoming even MORE dedicated to working out due to my lack of results...I am taking the week off to regroup...I just don't care to bust my ass right now for nothing *
* I spent $20 (that I probably shouldn't have spent) because I needed a cupcake carrier *
* Rather than getting up early to make my lunch before work, I just buy it at the cafeteria...I.just.don't.care this week *
* I have a gigantic to-do list, but I am blogging instead...priorities *
* I was a hot mess last night due to pain from my dentist appointment and told Big A that he had to be nice to me regardless of the fact that I was the grumpiest person alive...and he was...such a good boy! *
* I am more then overly excited that a friend of ours picked bowling as part of their birthday celebration tomorrow...I've been trying to get Big A to go bowling for almost 4 years...Thank you JP for doing what I couldn't...Happy Birthday!!! *
* I'm doing So What! Wednesday on a Thursday. I love doing it and I was stuck in a meeting all day yesterday! *
* I got super excited when I checked the spelling of this post and it said "No misspellings found" and then I checked the spelling again to make sure it was still right after I wrote this one! *
What are you saying So What! too?
Monday, April 18, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
He apparently had decided that he wanted the feel of the bare mattress rather than the sheets. Soo... he took the completely made bed and pulled down the comforter, sheets, and fitted sheet from the corner on my side of the bed. Leaving a nice little Mr. Fresh sized hole for him to snuggle up in.
I immediately took a picture and sent it to Big A so he could see what "his" dog was up to (I give complete ownership to Big A when Mr. Fresh is being less than perfect, because obviously his lack of good behavior is all Big A's fault...and yes...I will do this with our future children too).
We got a good chuckle out of it. And then I made the bed. AGAIN. Silly dog.
P.S. Big A's dog ripped holes in a whole new part of the couch cover...again! I suppose it is my fault for buying such a delicate fabric, but...it still is a bummer. Big A's dog is very naughty! And I guess it is time to buy a new couch cover...again... 5th time is a charm right?!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
- 1- 1 1/2 lb chicken breast
- 1 box of Old El Paso Enchilada Dinner Kit
- Olive Oil
- Some kind of spice/rub (I used Pampered Chef's Chipotle Rub...I put that shit on everything!)
1. First take the chicken and cut it into 1/2 - 1 inch squares and place in Tupperware.
- Drinking with some of my ladies this Saturday will get me through the rest of this week
- I caved and gave Big A the green light to get another car without much of a fight (Ummm... summer + me + convertible = heaven)
- I have rekindled my obsession with wedding reality shows. I consider myself in pre-planning mode so I'm taking notes for when my day comes (AND I may have told Big A that I am DYING for David Tutera to plan our wedding!)
- The only reason I am excited that Big A finally found me a trailer hitch is because now I get to buy the skull cover that has red eyes that light up when you hit the brakes (honestly, when will I ever need to or care to tow something? Now a light up skull...that's exciting)
- I got super excited to learn that fitness guru L sometimes doesn't do workout movies that she doesn't like (it makes me feel more human when I skip JM's death moves)
- I LOVE rainy days like today. There's just something all warm and snuggly about them
- I felt the need to wake Big A up after L left last night to talk to him about his day. I miiiissseeed him! (And he didn't mind too much)
What are you saying So What! to this week?
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Last night, was Sunday dinner at my parents house. We started this little tradition about ten years ago when my parents wanted
to find a new reason to keep us home wanted and miserable (heh) to spend more time with their teenagers who were out and about all the time. I used to fight it a lot, but it isn’t so bad. Now that I don’t live at home, it’s the only time we really all get together. It can actually be fun. (Except during football season…then it’s a weekly scramble to rearrange everyone so that I don’t miss the game…priorities)
Last night was a particularly good night. We all banded together and made pizzas. They were delicious. But it was also kind of nice to all be together talking and laughing without the TV (shh… don’t tell anyone I said that).
My brother and I got onto a topic of conversation, which really further showed me how different we can be sometimes. For example:
The topic of conversation was about getting something you want. He was talking about how you just have to go with the flow and let things happen on their own. I was saying that it is perfectly acceptable to fight, punch, push, and scream your way into getting what you want.
(No, not in a spoiled little brat kind of way, but in a fight for what you want/deserve kind of way)
He’s all breezy. All “whatever is clever”. If it happens, it happens.
I’m all OCD, control freak, “figure out what you want and do everything in your power to get it”.
It’s the way I’ve always been. It’s the way he’s always been. Sometimes I don’t know how we are related.
I’m not saying his way is wrong. Sometimes it would be nice to relax a little (yes, the dreaded R word), but I didn’t get to where I am by relaxing.
I got to where I am by being over.the.top. By being non-stop. By going above and beyond. By never giving up (fully).
Big A finds it amusing. (
sometimes most of the time) He says I’m like a dog with a bone. I just don’t stop. And he’s right. I don’t.
But why would I? Why would I just sit back and let life take the wheel? From my experience, that gets me nowhere. Well…nowhere I want to be.
But C-Dawg can just let life take the wheel and be perfectly happy with where it takes him. Because that’s where he is supposed to be. (Seriously, where the hell does he come from?)
I guess it all depends on your point of view. And what kind of
freak person you are.
Anyone else out there dealing with this issue? Are you all “whatever is clever”? Or are you an
OCD, over-bearing control freak go-getter like me?
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Mr. Fresh is a good person to share the bed with (sometimes) as he is rather small and compact, compared to my 6' 2" friend that usually takes up that side. It's when Mr. Fresh decides that he needs to sleep in the bed with BOTH of us, that things get cramped. He so sweetly enjoys sleeping at the bottom of my half of the bed.
I attempted to draw a little diagram, but apparently I am not that advanced. Just imagine a king sized bed. Big A all stretched out on his half. Then me crouched in the top half of my side, and Mr. Fresh ever-so-comfortably stretched out at the bottom. Fun! And I feel bad kicking him off the bed because it must suck sleeping on the floor. Although, he does have two dog beds, the couch, AND the recliner...but I still can't kick him off the bed? Yeah...Oh and our dog isn't spoiled at all...
Anyway... part of the reason that Big A is soooo excited about going to his swap meet is that we have a new addition to our vehicular family...
2000 Chevrolet Tahoe (Mine)
1999 Chevrolet Truck (Big A)
1984 GMC Truck (Big A)
1969 Chevelle (Big A)
1969 Ford Galaxie Convertible
I think we are good on cars don't you? We are getting pretty creative on where to put them seeing as how we are still in an apartment. And now our driveway needs for our future house are a little bit bigger. Ha! But... it makes Big A happy, so I can't really fight it. Although, I have put my foot down for NO MORE CARS! 5 is enough. Big A agrees.
So, it's been a little eventful this week. I'm excited to see what Big A comes home with today. I know that he went there with some specific items in mind. But, you know with swap meets, it's either hit or miss. So we shall see.
Another work week is quickly approaching. I hope everyone had a great weekend! It went by WAY to quick! (As usual)