Here’s a quickie becuase I am not going to be online very long. I moved in with friends, which is pretty awesome and it seems to be working out right now. Things with Z and I are good and bad, just depends on the day I guess, and I’ll expand on that more when I have time. Otherwise things are good. M turned two the week before last and I’m convinced that she was switched with a naughty, evil grumpy child. I’m hoping the sweet little M I gave birth to comes home soon. More later, but I’m alive and kickin’ so to speak.
I am so stressed out and pissed off right now that I can barely get this out. Here’s the deal: Our lease in our current place ends on October 1st. About two months ago one of the Mom’s who’s kids I watch said she would rent us her house. Great. We got all the paperwork together, got the lease set up and basically all we had to do was sign. Fast forward to Friday, as in TWO DAYS ago and a mere TWO weeks before I have to vacate:
Her: “Um sorry but I just found out from my mortgage company that I can’t rent the house.”
Me:” Well what if you keep everything in your name and we will just pay you cash? We can still put everything in writing so you are protected, but we just won’t mention it to your mortgage co.”
Her: ” Yeah, I would totally do that but I don’t want to get in trouble.Sorry.”
Me: WHAT THE FUCK???!!!
So now I have to find a new place to live and I have about 11 days to do it. I bet some of you are thinking, “Why don’t you call your Landlord and see if they will let you stay?” I did that. This is where the story gets REALLY freaking good. I call the landlord and she tells me that I called her just in time and that she will put my 30 day notice on the back burner and essentially let us do month-to-month until we can find another place. I thanked her and then explained what had happened with the other rental house. She kindly sympathized with me and we hung up. About five hours later she calls me back and tells me that two people at her work told her that I was going around town telling people that she was a slum lord and that she does a shitty job. I asked her who said that and she said it was two people she works with. The only people who work with her that I know are C, the girl who was going to rent out her house and then couldn’t, J the lady I met when I first moved here who has become a very close friend and G, who I wrote about in a previous post and is the bitch that works with me at the Daycare. I’ll give you one guess as to who I think is behind this whole fiasco.
So needless to say, I’m kinda freaking out. I’m hoping I can find something tomorrow, but as of right now I have NO WHERE to go.
Sometimes life gives you lemons and no amount of sugar or vodka can sweeten up this lemonade….
Our trip to Wisconsin was AWESOME. The weather was 80 degrees, the leaves were starting to change and the lakeside view of Lake Michigan greeted me every morning. Our trip was relaxing and quick. Just the way I like it. Granted, it took us 14 hours to drive there in a squished Hyundai loaded with DVD’s, snacks and a cranky two year old, but it was worth it.
We pulled into Green Bay and were met with fields and fog. It was like a movie. The fog rolled in and it was hard to see, but inbetween the fields and fog you would see tiny farms. And they were the kind of farms you picture in your head: huge fields, lots of trees, green and with red barns. I felt like I had just stepped into a Thomas Kinkade picture. I could totally live there.
M had a great time playing with second cousins she had never met, and I loved meeting Z’s family whom I had talked to but had never seen. It was a great trip and also prime for some great pictures. Enjoy!
This is an application on FB and if you aren’t playing then you’re missing out folks. I have a FANTASTIC farm with Corn, and Rice and Tomatoes, and a chicken….Well, really I could go on and on. I guess I have to live vicariously through my avatar seeing as every thing I have ever tried to cultivate in real life has ended up dying. Green thumbs are apparently NOT passed down because my Mom and Dad are both great gardeners.I however, am not. Oh well, at least I have my Farmtown.
Speaking of FB, is anyone else addicted to this thing? At first I thought, “oh it’s just another Myspace” but it’s not. The updates are hypnotic and I find myself loggin in and scanning the computer screen on a daily basis. I’m not sure if I should be worried about this or not. Hmmm…..
That was number 56 on a chain email that my husband Z’s Grandmother GiGi sent me. It still cracks me up that she is in her late sixties and she sends me more emails then most of my friends that are my age. She’s a pretty savvy woman. She lost her husband last year and even though it’s been emotionally tough for her she just keeps going. I admire that type of attitude. I admire anyone for that matter, that can get knocked down again and again and get back up. Like number 56 says, ” Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.”
…Aint that the truth?!
I didn’t like the fact that you can click on my page and the first thing you see is “fuckin’ asshole” so I decided to post something so it wouldn’t be at the top. Not the most appealing thing to see in my opinion.
Not much going on today. I took M to the clinic this morning to see what was wrong with her because she has been sick for almost a week and a half now and her ears and nose seem to be bothering her. The Doctor said that she has a mild ear infection and a bad cold. We got meds and the whole “Tylenol/Motrin every four hours” talk so hopefully she will be feeling better soon. Other than that, I think we will be hanging around the house and watching some TV. Pretty glamorous, right? Hehehehe. Although I have to say that sitting around and doing nothing is one of my favorite things to do every now and then. Especially after a hectic week of meetings and trainings. I’m ready to chill out for a few days.
Have a great weekend guys!
This was said to me at breakfast. While at work. BY A THREE YEAR OLD. Yeah, I didn’t think it was possible to be verbally abused while working at a daycare…at least not by the kids. I did laugh though, so that’s a plus.
…To talk about people behind their backs?
…To not pay your bills because you don’t want to not because you are financially unable?
…To lie. About everything. ALL THE TIME?
…To care so much about something as pointless as your next night out and so little about your family and children left at home?
…To be selfish and unwilling to cooperate?
…To say “NO” to anything and everything?
Definition courtesy of dictionary.com:
an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected.
So remember that job I applied for and was then not hired for? Yeah, they called me tonight and want me to work for a totally differant position. I have to take a personality test and jump through a few more hoops, but it’s a better opportunity and it will most likely equal more money. I guess the ironic part is this happened days after I assured my current employer that I was in fact NOT leaving and after she indicated that I would be getting more hours. So far, I have NOT been getting more hours and if all goes well, I think I WILL be leaving. Oh well, what can you do? At the end of the day I have to look out for me and pray that I don’t burn any bridges on the way….
that my boss would do everything in her power to help me get my fourty hours a week considering she begged and pleaded with me to stay at the Daycare and not go somewhere else. Yet here I am, at 4:04 in the afternoon typing this on my HOME computer. I have gone home early EVERY DAY THIS WEEK.
….and she wonders why I am looking at other jobs.
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