Blog Post: My version of hell
It's kind of fun reading back through our life.....
Sunday, August 19, 2007
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.....
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.....
Friday, August 03, 2007
That's blogworthy
I love roller coasters, they make my weewee tickle. Do they make your weewee tickle?
If he says weewee again I'm going to hurt him.
It's better than birdie, what the fuck kind of name is birdie? What to you do peck with it?
My father got tired of saying pecker when we were younger.
How many times a day did he have to say pecker? It shouldn't have been that hard.
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I had a really cute story to tell you when you woke up in the middle of the night and kissed my back, but now I can't remember it.
Was it a real story or a dream?
I think it was real, goddamn my nose is bothering me (grabs tissue and blows nose). Oh yea, it WAS a dream! I was swimming and my nose wouldn't clear out so I found a spot with privacy to dig around and I pulled out a battleship piece.
Nice.
If he says weewee again I'm going to hurt him.
It's better than birdie, what the fuck kind of name is birdie? What to you do peck with it?
My father got tired of saying pecker when we were younger.
How many times a day did he have to say pecker? It shouldn't have been that hard.
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I had a really cute story to tell you when you woke up in the middle of the night and kissed my back, but now I can't remember it.
Was it a real story or a dream?
I think it was real, goddamn my nose is bothering me (grabs tissue and blows nose). Oh yea, it WAS a dream! I was swimming and my nose wouldn't clear out so I found a spot with privacy to dig around and I pulled out a battleship piece.
Nice.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
A blast from the past
I think I've finally recovered from the grand opening. It was a surreal day, that apparently more than a few people never thought I would be able to pull off. As the day progressed, board members kept coming up to me and congratulating me, and um, hugging me. I'm not much for invading personal space, and several of them caught me off guard. I made it through a couple of them and then I thought I was going to be mauled by the most scary person of all, a man who is a cross between Abraham Lincoln and Burt Reynolds and just indescribably impersonal. Mr. M was by my side and ready to tackle him, luckily I think he recognized that I was uncomfortable and said "I won't take up any more of your time." Swhooo, that was fucking close. All in all, it was a great day, I got sunburnt, I had full body cramps all night from not drinking ANY water all day, and I slept until noon the next day before heading back to clean up. The General Manager said I should be activities director, to which I believe I snorted. Yea, I'm not so good at working a real job.
A couple of days ago I got a surprise contact from my best friend from college. We lived together for 3 years, and he was a bridesmaid in my wedding. Yes, he. We haven't talked in about 3.5 years, right before Mr. M and I started dating, so we had a LOT of catching up to do. They just had another baby, #4, and are still homeschooling. It's amazing how people surprise you. He's still the same, yet I never thought he would homeschool, still be married (they eloped in Vegas right after graduation), and still working with Quixtar (Amway). I'm so happy for him, and elated they are doing so well. We had a blast in college, going through relationships, but always coming out the other side as friends, working together, visiting each other's families, it was so awesome. I didn't really have much fun in college since I worked full time to pay for it, but we worked and lived together and always had a good time. He's one of the genuinely nice people in the world.....
A couple of days ago I got a surprise contact from my best friend from college. We lived together for 3 years, and he was a bridesmaid in my wedding. Yes, he. We haven't talked in about 3.5 years, right before Mr. M and I started dating, so we had a LOT of catching up to do. They just had another baby, #4, and are still homeschooling. It's amazing how people surprise you. He's still the same, yet I never thought he would homeschool, still be married (they eloped in Vegas right after graduation), and still working with Quixtar (Amway). I'm so happy for him, and elated they are doing so well. We had a blast in college, going through relationships, but always coming out the other side as friends, working together, visiting each other's families, it was so awesome. I didn't really have much fun in college since I worked full time to pay for it, but we worked and lived together and always had a good time. He's one of the genuinely nice people in the world.....
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