New place, new troubles.

Sorry I haven't written in a while. Needless to say, been pretty dang busy lately. We moved into a new house. Stop that, reverse it: we moved into a DIFFERENT house. Where we WERE living was NEW. Yeah you could say I'm a little bitter. It's been pure BULLSHIT since day one. Let me start from the beginning. The landlords tell us that they want the house back on the market. They aren't willing to wait until our lease is up in June and they add that the rent will go up 300 bucks at that time should we choose to renew it. Grrr. So we decide we will go ahead and relocate since we will have the money because of our tax refund. So I look and look and get a newspaper every morning trying to beat someone else to my dream house {in my price range, it ain't happenin'} And nothing comes up that isn't a dump or way too far out of town. A guy I work with says, hey I just moved out of an awesome house, it's still empty the landlord wants me to find a renter yada yada. He makes it sound like it is just THE shit, three bedrooms two full baths, an insanely huge living room and an equally large dining room. He draws me a layout on a piece of paper and I'm sold. It's right in town, convenient, and meets my specs on bed/baths. I call the landlord and he never answers, I leave messages, etc. Should have taken it as a little hint from fate to NOT FRIGGEN RENT IT. A week and a half later, his so-called secretary returns my call. I tell her that we are interested and she tells my coworker to go ahead and give me the key. I am so excited because although the rent is barely in my budget, it seems like a dream house. BIG mistake. We start moving our things in on Saturday night, and since we are both working, decide to take that Monday off to get fully moved in. Todd goes there Sunday morning and calls me PISSED because someone has broken in and dumped out all the boxes we had brought over, poured a huge bottle of wine all over everything and then proceeded to throw the bottle through the drum kit. Then the bastard{s}take a jug of honey and dump it EVERYWHERE. The sight of honey makes me shudder now. So, if you think that was bad, it was already a disaster because of the mess the former renter. aka my coworker left for us. He had told me there was "only a few bags and things" that needed to be thrown away. He hadn't told me there was probably more like twenty five bags of trash, the place probably hadn't been vacuumed, swept, scrubbed ANYTHING in at LEAST month. It was repulsive. So I mean it's not like I didn't have enough shit to do without this vandalism. The cops come out and don't give a shit of course. So, I think to myself, never EVER rent somewhere without having a little looksie first. I have never done that before, but the jerk I work with seemed pretty clean cut and what not and I totally didn't expect it to be left in this sort of condition. I know hat you're thinking, could it get any worse? Oh yes. Yes it can. So after that fiasco, we get everything moved in with about a million and a half trips in the Kia and my Dad's truck. We turn on the water and...nothing. They must have just cut it off. Guess what else. It's the day before Mardi Gras. The water company is closed. We brainstorm for a bit and call the emergency line and to my surprise, they come and turn it on. They do, however, inform us that there is a mandatory $60 emergency fee that must be paid by 12 noon on the next day the offices are open. No problem. I call work and tell them I'll be late, and head downtown to the water company. After waiting in line a good twenty minutes, it's finally my turn. But OH NO they can't accept my mula without proof of residency, aka a lease. Problem is, I haven't signed a lease yet. The secretary who handles all that wanted us to wait until that following Friday. They say, well just call her and see if she'll fax over something. If only it were that easy. I call her and the phone makes this weird noise. Sounds like a fax. I know the number is right so I just sit there, unsure on what to do. I call work and say I'll be more that a little late. I ponder over my plight for a while and it comes to to call the landlord. Funny thing is, he has no clue who I am, that I've rented the house, that it was vandalized {although I did report that fact to his secretary who said she would tell him} After we get it all straightened out, he says he'll get in touch with her for me. We hang up and I'm not sure if SHE will call ME or what. i wait another fifteen minutes and finally she calls, we get it all straightened out and she faxes over what the water company needs...after I wait in line again, of course. That's all for now but don't worry, PLENTY more stories to tell on the following days and the fiasco with Comcast Cable and Internet, as well as the demise of my career at SKCO Automotive. Stay tuned.

Why I hate my car.

First of all, let me say that I am grateful to even have a vehicle, but here lately I have wanted to drive it off a cliff and get it over with. Let me count the ways:
1. Windshield busted all to shit {thanks to previous owner crazy ex boyfriend...lovely.}
2. The engine mounts need to be replaced. Which means it shakes and vibrates...it used to only do it when stopped at a traffic light/stop sign, etc. Now it does it all the time. It first I thought,{jokingly}hey... a cheap thrill!!! Yeah not so much.
3.It has more dents than a can at a recycling center {once again, thank you so so much ex-boyfriend}
4.The hooker who had it before me either got in a wreck and spilled a soda everywhere or one of her bratty kids sprayed it all over the ceiling of the car {think of when a race car driver wins the cup and the spray the champagne everywhere and all over him...got it in your head???? K.} Now picture this: THE FUCKING SHIT WONT' COME OUT!!! Tried Greased Lightning, Clorox wipes, you name it. That shit will still be here when the dust from a mushroom cloud settles.

So here I am...looking like a fool. Todd and I are back together yet again...I swear it's like some bad soap opera. I don't know, although he really fucked up everything tells me that I should let him try to change this time, not ME try to change HIM. He says that if what happened doesn't make him change then nothing ever will. I could see that. All I know is I am crossing my fingers for him and for us and our life together. God knows that if he does screw up again, then that's it. Do me wrong once, shame on you....do me wrong twice....well, that's a shame on me. But not trying to blurt out all my bidness' on the world wide web or anything.....just thought I'd give an update in case anyone out there is listening. I think these blog things are really moer for ones' self than others. I mean how often do you read other people's blogs....and if you do, do you find yourself really giving a shit what they are saying? Could be just me. I am so depressed right now and a bit cynical...my landlords admitted that they were gonna jack the rent up come lease renewal time and lord knows we can't swing it. Hence my depression. I have come to love this home {who wouldn't? I mean, have you SEEN this place? Unfriggen believable} So my take on teh subject is, let's move while we have some cash flow from the tax refund {spoken like a true Walmart shoppin', gun totin', whiskey drinkin' redneck, huh? Well, this is Alabama so fuck you. Or um...when in Rome might suit your fancy a bit more} Todd thinks we should wait until June but what does he know...he's a man.

Is change REALLY good?

Sorry I haven't written much lately. Things have been in an uproar around here because Todd and I split up. Yes for good and yes he no longer lives here. I am walking around like a zombie...don't know what to do with myself. He's all I've known for a long time and I feel a little lost. But I know what has happened is what is right and what is best. I just wish I didn't feel so fucking shitty.

Here goes nothin'

So here I am again, most of my shopping is done except for what I am getting my grandparents. They are coming in from West Virginia tomorrow...I am so happy...but what I'm not too thrilled about is the task{s} that lie ahead. This house has to be cleaned from top to bottom. Needless to say, I've been a little slack in that department since I work, hmm around 50 hrs a week at LEAST? So here's what I've done so far: Clean out the freezer. Yup, that's it. Never has my blog name been more fitting. I still have a HUGE list of things to do....and I'm out of coffee!! NOT COOL. Well, it's time to go about my duties and wrap some Christmas presents....

"It's the most wonderful time of the Year...."

So here I am, two weeks left until Christmas, and I have surprisingly got half of my shopping done!!! Now I know what you're thinking...most people are ALREADY done by now, but I'm more of a wait-til-the-last-possible-minute kinda gal. I already got Gracie a Sit N Spin, a little kitchen set, a play cell phone where we can record messages on it, a Cabbage Patch kid {OMG It is sooo cute....it has little top teeth with a gap in them just like hers!} and a few other little things. I am going to finish everything and I mean ALL MY SHOPPING this Wednesday and god help whoever gets in my way...my grandparents will be here in a week and I want this house immaculate, so I HAVE to be done shopping/wrapping/etc. by NEXT Wednesday so I only have to worry with cleaning. It hit me today how cool it is when you go from wanting this or that and making sure your mom/dad/grandparents, etc. knows just how bad you want it, to being a parent and caring less what YOU get, but what your kids get.....it's like being a kid again to me, but more fun cuz I already know what's underneath those ribbons and bows.

Live like you're dying

I just saw this on the net:
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,312318,00.html
Absolutely heartbreaking....I can't imagine what this man is going through, but I think at this time of year, it's especially important to be thankful for my family and friends and never never take them for granted...any one of us can go at any time...I love Gracie and Todd with all my heart and it scares me to think that they could be taken from me....just makes ya think about saying screw the petty stuff in life and focus on what's important. I think the holidays have truly lost their meaning and it is my goal to make them how they SHOULD be for my family.