Can't a Girl Get Some Rest Around Here?
Kee-rist, I'm about ready to keel over and just freaking die.
Let me start off by saying this- yes, it's been forever since I last posted, and I kinda disappeared for a while, but shut up. Everyone. I'm tired, and cranky, my feet hurt, and my dinner didn't like me, so my stomach hurts, too.
Oh, and the dog is licking my freaking toes, and it tickles, and it makes me scream. Need I go on??
Where to start? Oh, yes. I fucking hate packing, moving, and unpacking. Sheer necessity made me go through the first two motions, but now that it's time to unpack, I'm staaaaalling like a good little procrastinator, and Dan can't make me do it. Literally, I just hide in the other room when he has an unpacking 'fit'.
Owning a house is hard work, and yes, I knew that, but damn, you can't blame a girl for wanting to still be lazy about it. :P We had to tackle the jungle that the sellers called a backyard. We basically had to uproot everything and just toss it all. In the process, we found several rotted areas in our fence, a wasp nest in the shed, and a whole shit load of red ants. Oh, and let's not forget the fucking huge brown and white spiders that liked to come flying out of the ground when I'd pull a big weed, and scare the shit out of me. Let me tell you, hilarity (hysteria?)ensued, so much so that my mother in law came outside to ask me what I was chasing and stabbing at with the big shovel. Not only that, but when we were renters, nothing broke, ever, or if it did, it was something small and tiny and easily fixed by maintenance. I think before 2005 is over, everything in our house will have broken at least once. It;s getting expensive, because NONE of it has been something we have been able to put off until later, because it had to do with IMPORTANT things around here. Sigh
Next..oh yes...reconnect fees to transfer services from the old townhouse to here. OMG...does it really cost $99 for some guy to come to the back of the house and flick a switch to turn on the cable? Because that's literally what he did, and what they charged. Not only that, but our service provider screwed up the installation appointment and then refused to fix it for over a week. And, when they said they'd give us a $20 credit for their on-time guarantee, did they? No. Dan had to call AGAIN about it, and listen to them give him a hard time.
I finally went to the doctor about my foot problems. Guess what? Bone spurs. One on each heel. Well, yeeHAW. And since no one makes fashionable women's shoes with heel and arch support, guess what that means? Granny shoes. Yay. Even more thrilling, that means wearing shoes and socks in 100+ degree weather. Someone stop me before I kill someone...
All in all, this means everything has been costing us lots and lots of money. After figuring out our budget, we realized we won't be able to go to Ohio for Christmas (sigh), and we're just generally poor for the next god knows how long. Jeni, I promise your shows are being mailed this Friday when Dan gets paid! Please don't kill me!!
Let me start off by saying this- yes, it's been forever since I last posted, and I kinda disappeared for a while, but shut up. Everyone. I'm tired, and cranky, my feet hurt, and my dinner didn't like me, so my stomach hurts, too.
Oh, and the dog is licking my freaking toes, and it tickles, and it makes me scream. Need I go on??
Where to start? Oh, yes. I fucking hate packing, moving, and unpacking. Sheer necessity made me go through the first two motions, but now that it's time to unpack, I'm staaaaalling like a good little procrastinator, and Dan can't make me do it. Literally, I just hide in the other room when he has an unpacking 'fit'.
Owning a house is hard work, and yes, I knew that, but damn, you can't blame a girl for wanting to still be lazy about it. :P We had to tackle the jungle that the sellers called a backyard. We basically had to uproot everything and just toss it all. In the process, we found several rotted areas in our fence, a wasp nest in the shed, and a whole shit load of red ants. Oh, and let's not forget the fucking huge brown and white spiders that liked to come flying out of the ground when I'd pull a big weed, and scare the shit out of me. Let me tell you, hilarity (hysteria?)ensued, so much so that my mother in law came outside to ask me what I was chasing and stabbing at with the big shovel. Not only that, but when we were renters, nothing broke, ever, or if it did, it was something small and tiny and easily fixed by maintenance. I think before 2005 is over, everything in our house will have broken at least once. It;s getting expensive, because NONE of it has been something we have been able to put off until later, because it had to do with IMPORTANT things around here. Sigh
Next..oh yes...reconnect fees to transfer services from the old townhouse to here. OMG...does it really cost $99 for some guy to come to the back of the house and flick a switch to turn on the cable? Because that's literally what he did, and what they charged. Not only that, but our service provider screwed up the installation appointment and then refused to fix it for over a week. And, when they said they'd give us a $20 credit for their on-time guarantee, did they? No. Dan had to call AGAIN about it, and listen to them give him a hard time.
I finally went to the doctor about my foot problems. Guess what? Bone spurs. One on each heel. Well, yeeHAW. And since no one makes fashionable women's shoes with heel and arch support, guess what that means? Granny shoes. Yay. Even more thrilling, that means wearing shoes and socks in 100+ degree weather. Someone stop me before I kill someone...
All in all, this means everything has been costing us lots and lots of money. After figuring out our budget, we realized we won't be able to go to Ohio for Christmas (sigh), and we're just generally poor for the next god knows how long. Jeni, I promise your shows are being mailed this Friday when Dan gets paid! Please don't kill me!!