Thursday, September 12, 2019

It's Just a Silly Phase I'm Going Through. #BB21

This season has turned into the season of Live Eviction Day Fireworks, hasn't it?  Ever since the explosive events of Day #44, each Thursday has given us something to watch and wonder about, perhaps due to the way the nominees have waited to start campaigning until Wednesday.  Or maybe because each week the players on the block really want to play the game.  And at this phase of the game, each of the remaining house guests gets paid another $5,000 if they make it through another eviction, so that helps them fight harder, too.

Before I start, please note the tribute that the house guests made out of Froot Loops on the ottoman below, to pay respect to the people who lost their lives and worked so hard to save lives on September 11, 2001.  Tommy said his dad used to work in the World Trade Center, but about a month before the tragedy his entire office moved to a new location (either in Connecticut or New Jersey).  That's rather chilling, isn't it?


Okay, so in the past few days it became clear that Cliff and Nicole planned to vote together to evict one of the nominees tonight, because if they didn't Jackson would be casting the tying vote as the current HoH.  But the choice of who to evict is a little more complicated, because keeping one over the other benefits either Cliff or Nicole, but not both.

It's better for Cliff to evict Tommy, but it's better for Nicole to evict Holly.

It seemed they planned to evict Holly, and Cliff started doing work with Jackson to let him know he planned to do what Nicole wanted to do, trying to grease the skids so Jackson wouldn't blame him after Holly leaves.  We can say many things about Jackson, but he's no Average Dumbass.  He wasn't going to just lay back and let Holly get evicted.  Because let's face it, Holly is the only one left in the house who is certain to take Jackson to the Final Two with her if she's the one making that important decision.

I'm not going to even pretend that I watched all of this happen last night on the live feeds.  I found this on Reddit this morning, thinking by the title that it was going to be a post about all of the food Jackson was shredding in the middle of the night.  While I would have enjoyed a complete a description of that, what I found was much more important.  I'm giving credit to the member of the Big Brother community who was on the case here, rather than trying to take credit as some other (***ahem***) Big Brother reporting organizations do.  And that's all I have to say about that.


I am waiting for the stragglers to send me their DAMN TAX INFO so we can file their business tax returns before the deadline this week, so I turned on the live feeds to see the fallout of Jackson's late night shenanigans.

Nicole and Cliff were whispering, going over every angle of the situation, seeming to believe that Tommy was playing them.  They even covered plans to go back to Jackson and tell him that they realized Tommy had been playing them, trying grease their own skids with him so he wouldn't be so angry about their plan to evict Holly.


I learned to use this phrase when I lived in New York.  Basically it means you are planning ahead to make things smoother.


They talked about many facets of the decision they need to make, including who on the Jury would be voting for Tommy to win, and also comparing the competition skills of both Tommy and Holly.  They discussed the type of competitions they would face in the remaining days of the game, and concluded that Tommy posed a bigger threat.  They know that Jackson leaving in the 4th spot needs to happen if the two of them want to win this season, but now they aren't sure if Tommy would actually evict Jackson if he has the chance, knowing full well that Holly wouldn't do that.  They have doubts now about Tommy's loyalty to them, so Jackson's evil little plan clearly had an impact.  And he knows it, too, smirking at the camera as the various events of this morning started to play out.

Cliff:  I think we might be overthinking this decision.  We're thinking about who would take us forward, when we might need to think about who we want to take with us.

Nicole:  Maybe we need to think about who we can beat in the competitions.  And that's Holly.

Cliff:  I'm thinking of this as a partnership, Nicole.  I'm looking to do what helps both of us get to the end, even though one or another option might benefit us better personally.

They discussed plans to confront both nominees separately, and what they would say, and also plans to have a group meeting to get everything out into the open.  As you probably know, the prospects of such a meeting are very, very exciting for all of the live feeders, no matter where their loyalties lie.  As they spoke, they started leaning towards not speaking privately with Tommy at all, and then Nicole got called into the Diary Room.


It's a bit irritating to me when Cliff starts his little speeches to the live feeders, because I am SO OVER him talking to his wife and dancing around all the time.  Okay, you can call me a bitch to say that, but I'm just being honest.  It just feels like a blatant Beg Fest to win America's Favorite Player.

But in this case he talked to us about how he's going to be a different person after all of this, and if we could see a brain scan right now, all of the thinking and strategizing he's been doing would light him up in a way it's never been.

Cliff:  I'm not going to betray Nicole here.  We're gong to work together on this.


Upstairs Jackson and Holly are in the HoH bed together, not really sleeping but just laying there, with Jackson clearly awake and already watching the Spy Screen.  Big Brother interrupted to ask Holly to get a new microphone or something, and she jumped up and wondered what they wanted from her....she was just laying there.

Clearly Production knows that some shit is about to go down, and they want all house guests to be mic'ed up and prepared for the fallout.  I had to step away for a moment, but when I returned Nicole was out of the Diary Room, and Tommy was in the RV talking to both Cliff and Nicole, his voice shaking with emotion as he tried his best to defend himself against what happened last night, which he might not have even been aware of until now.


We saw Holly with her ear to the door, listening.  Apparently Jackson was also listening to Cliff and Nicole's conversation last night, too, just like he was eavesdropping on Cliff's "Cliff Notes" conversations at the beginning of the season.  He even sensed when Cliff moved to the door to open it, and would scurry away before that happened and then return to hear more action.


Another view of Holly listening.  She's taking a backseat to Jackson's gaming right now, but he is a powerful ally, clearly, so even getting dragged to the end with him is better than going to the Jury, prize-wise, so it is in her best interest to let Jackson's dirty deeds pull her along at this point.


Tommy's voice is shaking as he denies Jackson's claims that the two of them are working together.

Tommy:  Why would it even make sense for me to do that?  I'm alone in this game right now!  Let's all meet and get it out in the open!  I have nothing to hide!

The tone of this conversation did feel as if Nicole and Cliff were re-thinking their decision, and maybe Tommy was the one who needed to stay in this game after tonight.  Maybe leaving the twosome of Holly and Jackson together in the game was a very bad idea, after all.


Nicole stood up and announced she wanted to call a House Meeting, but when Holly mysteriously appeared she said she'd speak with her first, before they started the group meeting.

Holly started saying that "Micky" filled her in on everything that he said to them last night, but blah blah blah blah blah.  She's not very good at negotiating and pleading her case, but then again, neither is Tommy.  Jackson is the one they need to be aware of, pulling the strings and yanking everybody's chain in there.

And then, just when everyone was primed and on the edge of their seats, waiting for the House Meeting, the feeds suddenly went down, first from FISH to the puppies, which always signals some lengthy behind-the-scenes action that the live feeders won't be allowed to watch.


This little puppy looks like he's sleeping in a spaceship, doesn't he?


And this little puppy looks like a Schauzer-Beagle mix, which tugs at my heart in ways you can't imagine.  If I lived anywhere in Southern California, I would have already called the shelter to get directions and let them know that I was coming for this little angel with the waggley tail.

I'm not ready to get another dog right now, so that is why I'm not looking at rescue websites or at shelter dogs.  Once you fall in love, they are coming home with you immediately.  I know that.  I still have two trips booked this fall (New York City, Washington DC) and two painting projects (master bedroom, main living area and loft) and a potential remodel of the powder room with the TDH GC, none of which are conducive to adopting a new doggie.

But once you fall in love, everything changes.  That's why I'm trying not to look.


Are you kidding me right now?


***ALSO***

I was wracking my brain to think of a title for this post when it suddenly came to me.  And it's perfect. This is a very old song that topped the charts at one point, and was also on the soundtrack of The Virgin Suicides, and likely a few other movies over the years.  (Guardians of the Galaxy, maybe?  Didn't see it...)



How cute is David?  Let's not forget about David Alexander, please.  He's running loose in the Midtown area, where he apparently lives, so all of you ATL peeps should keep an eye open for him.


***ANOTHER CONSTRUCTION UPDATE***

But this time, a happy one.  I have no new information yet about if there is damage to my new master bath (see discussion here at the end of this post), but I feel relieved and happy anyway.  I've been in limbo, waiting for the floor finishing guys to do their thing each day and then for the furniture to be moved back into place so I could see the fallout from the incident that happened over a week ago.

I don't usually go to the gym on weekday mornings, but since I was expecting the floor guys to visit sometime this afternoon to apply the third of three coats of whatever they put on the wood, and because I'm still waiting on some messy tax clients to follow through, I decided to walk down there bright and early to get a good workout in.   It never hurts to do that.  Well, sometimes there is pain afterwards, but the good kind.  I'm never sorry that I exercised, let's put it that way.

I was going through my weight routine, and thinking carefully about what I should do about the situation.  I was wondering how things would be if the floor team came on Friday to put my furniture back.

Thoughts like:

*  Will I be able to tell if there is damage or do I need help to do that?
*  When is the TDH GC going to appear and will his timing allow him to inspect the master bath for potential defects with me?
*  If I pay the floor guy the rest of the money I owe them, which he will surely ask for, how messy will things be if the TDH GC finds damages later?
*  Are the floor guys going to gang up on me again and be mean?
*  Am I going to start crying again in front of them?
*  Did the TDH GC forget about me now that he hasn't seen me for over one week?

And then something CRAZY happened.  If this was a movie, I would roll my eyes and think the screenwriter was one lazy bastard to take such a shortcut on the script.


GET THIS:  I was on the weight machine closest to the door of LA Fitness (tricep pressdown) in between sets and the OWNER OF THE FLOORING COMPANY walked in the front door, dressed to work out.  YES, that happened.

I watched him swipe his membership card and then move into the room, scanning the crowd and looking directly at me. He's a man, and they look at women.  And I was there, looking cute but with a baseball cap on so he didn't recognize me at first glance. And I'm usually wearing more clothes when he sees me, obviously.  I let a second or two go by, and then I gave him a big smile. I could see him thinking, hey, that girl is smiling at me, and then he realized who I was and probably wanted to turn around and run.

But to his credit, he didn't run.  He walked over and said hello.  I said I was glad to see him and mentioned the schedule for the week and referenced how upset and shocked I was when I saw him last.  He said he was sorry because they did what they always do, and didn't stop to think I might expect something different.

(Well, I TOLD HIM at the time what I expected, but there was no sense in bitching him out about it again.)

Me:  It was just a really bad situation for me.  You know that I have to have someone look at the bathroom after the furniture is removed to make sure it's okay, right?  You know I have to do that, right?

He nodded and I said I didn't want to have bad feelings with him and I'm sure the floors will look great, but I can't just take their word for it that everything is A-OK with my new bathroom and everything in it.  Then we parted ways and I continued my workout.  I was thinking that now if I didn't pay him the full amount I owe him, he would understand that I want to get someone to inspect for damages.  So I felt better about things.

I lost sight of the Floor Guy in the gym.  I know he had on a kelly green T-shirt, and I looked out of the corners of my eyes for him as I did the rest of my regularly-scheduled routine.  At one point I thought he must have left, or was hiding in there somewhere, but maybe he stepped outside to make some phone calls.  Because when I finished my workout and walked towards the front door, he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and told me that the finishing team would be at my house today between 2:30 and 3:30 to put on the final coat, so the furniture could be put back in place sometime on Friday.

So I thought to myself:  Self, don't be a chicken.  Talk to the TDH GC and tell him the schedule so he can maybe show up to deliver my barn door and inspect the damages at the same time.   I sat in a chair in the lobby of the gym and texted him to ask him to call me when he had a minute, because I had some news for him.

I pushed the button to send the text and walked outside, and I had just cleared the outside of the building when my phone rang.  It had been 20 seconds, tops, and the TDH GC called me back.  It was nice to hear his voice and I made sure to ask him about what is going on with him first, so everything isn't always about me.  Then he asked me if the news was bad, and I said I don't know, but something crazy just happened and I'm not sure what to make of it.

First I summarized what happened on Wednesday for him, since we had only texted about it. I told him that the way they treated me felt like a slap in the face and it was four-on-one and it felt really ugly.  I told him that I considered the Big Picture and it didn't make sense for me to go ballistic and ask them to move the furniture again, since they would be really angry about it and might not be so careful, and I was just going to have to wait to see what happens next.

(Not So Subtle Message #1:  I'm a cool, reasonable girl who tries to think before she acts.)

Then I told him about the Big Floor Guy coming over to me and kind of getting in my face about it, and how I then started to cry and lost the battle and the war when that happened.  I asked him if he knew about the "Upper Hand" and explained that the person who has the Upper Hand has the advantage in a situation, the most power, and is generally in control.  I told him that when I started crying I just threw away the Upper Hand and had to give up and go upstairs and let it all play out.

(Not So Subtle Message #2:  This situation was traumatic and I needed some help with it.)

(I didn't really cry, I just welled up with tears as I told you last time, but for simplicity in the conversation I told him I did. In person I would (and might) tell him about the lack-of-husband thought that took me there, but not over the phone. Just an instinct.)

When I mentioned that I started crying, he made a sound on his end of the phone. I was walking home and there was traffic and road noises, so I can't recreate that sound in my head, but hearing it was everything to me.  It bothered him.  He's that type of guy.  Just like I knew he was.  It's just easy to forget and have doubts when you don't see someone.  Texting loses flavor even when both parties speak the same first language, but I think it's even harder to communicate properly when there are different native tongues trying to talk to each other.

I told him that when the Floor Guy had to walk over to where I was sitting at the weight machine and talk to me, I took back the Upper Hand and described the conversation.  When I told him the furniture would likely be moved back on Friday, he disagreed with that immediately and started describing how the wood floor finishing process goes, saying the oak planks quickly soak up the first coats of finish, but the last coat absorbs slowly and is the most important.  It should be longer than 24 hours before I even walk on the new floors, he said, and up to a month before I put an area rug down.

He said he talked to the floor guys he uses (how I WISH I had used them instead...) and also said he could give me a number to call for the wood plank manufacturer if I wanted to double check that information.  Which of course, I don't.  I trust him 100%.  So I said that I would tell the Floor Guy that they can move the furniture back on Saturday, if they work on Saturdays, or they can come first thing Monday morning if that works better for them.  I have the Upper Hand again, and I am going to call the scheduling shots now.

The TDH GC told me that he will come by Monday to inspect the room and then said  "if you want me to do that" and then I knew that he really has no idea how I feel.  He knows I think he's hot, because he's very handsome, but he's not sure if he's reading me right, probably due in part to language differences and not wanting to offend me.  (Thank you reader Matt for explaining that to me....I think you may be right.)  He has to drop by both of his big jobs first, to get his workers pointed in the right direction, but then he's coming over.

So I feel great about  things now.  Even if there is damage, which I hope there is not, I know he's going to help me with it.  And I need to get my shit together and make myself a little clearer to him.

Since then, the floor finishing team came over this afternoon and did their thing.  Previously I said they were both hot as fuck, and they still are, but it turns out they are father and son (LOL).  They heard that I was at the gym with their boss today, and said the boss would be here to see me tomorrow, on Friday.  The son tried to tell me that the furniture could go back in after 24 hours, but I'm not going for that line of talk.  We need to wait another day, at least, because the TDH GC said so.  And he's in charge of them now.  They just don't know it.  I will gladly give the TDH GC any Upper Hand I have in this situation.

Wait until they get a load of the TDH GC, if they get to see him.  He can squash them like a bug.  Even the big one who got nasty with me.

I LOVE THAT.