Waz up?

Long time no see.

So, where were we? Oh yes, Psycho Mom filed lots of petitions. Psycho Mom is getting her ass kicked in court. Petition numero uno - DENIED.

On to apartment hunting. Finding an apartment that is a) in our budget in regards to current mortgage, bills, child support, eventual retirment funding, b) cute, c) close to schools, d) good lease terms (ie if Mr. M loses his job again we don't risk losing our house because we are stuck paying a lease in addition to mortgage), e) has a shotgun driveway, ie I can see anyone coming down it so I can blow certain people away who have no business being where I live, f) stupid fucking people have stupid fucking pictures because I'm fucking tired of driving 4 hours to see the fucking place; yea, so not easy to find.

We found one place with potential, it just needs gutted and cleaned by hazmat. We made an offer that included things like replacing carpeting, ceilings, and taking care of things like horrible overgrowth and 500 wasps nests, and she gave us crap. Pfffffttt. She would be able to charge 50% more from the next tenant if we took care of the crap, but whatever.

So, in other news, ie the reason we are looking for an apartment, Mr. M is accepting a position that will see us back in PA every other week. Which also means we can ask for AND GET AUTOMATICALLY 50% custody of the boys. Think Psycho Mom is psycho now? Just wait. She will be seeing so many lost dollar signs she won't know what to do.

Also, why do people think they can return wine because they don't like the taste? Unless it's corked or otherwise tainted, you can't just return something because you don't like it. You can't pick up a fruit you've never tried at the grocery store and get your money back simply because you just realized you don't like honeydew. Live and learn people, fuck. You can't honestly expect a salesperson to know your exact tastes in wine. We have like 10,000 taste buds, do you really think he knows yours?

At the moment I'm not speaking to my oldest sister. If you've read long enough, you know that my family ties are shaky at best. My family visits my home one day a year, my childrens birthday party. Meanwhile I get bitched at when I stay for a mere THREE days while visiting them, despite the fact that the kids and I are all deathly allergic to all their animals. So, my sister says she would stay for awhile this summer as she has vacation time she has to use or forfeit. So I call to see when she is coming. She says the DAY BEFORE my other sister's wedding. Okay, so um, you are staying ONE DAY? Yep. My reply: go fuck yourself. Don't need them.

Swim team season is finally over. Holy crap. I don't know if we'll do it next year. With camp all day it was just too much. If we get a new nanny, I'll think about it.

Mmmmmmm, need more wine.....