Thursday, May 23, 2013
Why is it my fault......
I don't know where your shoes are...I didn't wear them last
I don't know where your wallet is...I dont care if you said you left it right there, its not mine, I didn't take it
I don't know where your math book is, I suck at math and therefore would never even dream of touching it.
I don't have your lucky shirt...Its to small for me, I wouldn't wear it.
Maybe if you would bring your laundry downstairs, I would know it needs to be washed...I'm afraid to go into your room...its scary
Its not my fault that your friends cannot play today
Its not my fault that you forgot your homework
Its not my fault that your brother/sister keeps talking to you
Its not my fault that your brother/sister is disgusting
or that they play their music to loud
or that the exist in general(well maybe that part is)
Its not my fault there is no food in the house...If you didn't eat it the second I unpacked it, it would last longer.
Its not my fault there is no toilet paper in your bathroom. I dont use your bathroom.
Its not my fault your bathroom is a mess, see your brother/sister
Its not my fault your brother/sister cant keep the bathroom clean
No, I dont want to play football/basketball/baseball right now.
Its not my fault the landscapers cannot work in the rain
Its not my fault the pool wont be installed for another week
Its not my fault we cannot put water in the pool until the fence is back in
Its not my fault that we cannot put the fence back up until the landscapers are done, who cant work in the rain or finish until the pool is up, which we cannot fill until the fence is up, which cant happen until the landscapers are done, who can't work in the rain or finish until the.......
Its not my fault that you finished book #4 and book #5 is at the store
Its not my fault that we are not an office supply store. Dont tell me at 9:45 at night.
Its not my fault that stores close.
Its not my fault that you cannot sleep.
Its not my fault that your soda exploded in your backpack
Its not my fault that you are out of soda
Its not my fault that you have homework
Its not my fault that you have a horrible teacher from an alien planet that was sent to Earth just to torture you
Its not my fault that you lied to me
Its not my fault that I have to ground you
..............................
Mom, You were right
Thursday, May 9, 2013
I am going to cuss a lot in this one...sorry mom!
FUCK YOU STATE FARM! I hope you rot in hell, you greedy fucking bastards.
And thank you, every time I get this close to moving on with my life, something happens to fuck it up again....this time its you. so FUCK YOU!
Hubby called to make sure that we upped our policy to cover the addition to our house and our contents. He was informed by our agents office(bastard) that our policy had been cancelled as of April 30th. (pause for effect)
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?! I called the office in Bloomington where I was informed that we have had to many claims in the past 16 years.
Hell, we dont need to worry about being under insured, we HAVE NO INSURANCE.
Want to know the kicker of it all....WE WERE NEVER INFORMED! They claim that they sent us a notice...in the regular mail. I told them that since we are still undergoing fire crap, I open every single piece of mail from State Farm because it is usually a check. I never got a letter!
By law they have to notify my mortgage company also. Guess what...my mortgage company knows nothing about this.
I am going to go and crawl back into my hole now....I'm going to enjoy it and stay there for a while....so go away...or I might just loose my mind!
And for gods sake, dont come over! If you slip and fall in my house or on my property, I HAVE NO INSURANCE!!!
And thank you, every time I get this close to moving on with my life, something happens to fuck it up again....this time its you. so FUCK YOU!
Hubby called to make sure that we upped our policy to cover the addition to our house and our contents. He was informed by our agents office(bastard) that our policy had been cancelled as of April 30th. (pause for effect)
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?! I called the office in Bloomington where I was informed that we have had to many claims in the past 16 years.
- 2000 Hail storm, new roof $4100
- 2000 Ice jam interior damage $426
- 2001 Ice jam, no claim actually made and 0 payout
- 2002 Question about hail damage to window, no claim made 0 payout
- 2005 Hail damage $9100
- 2012 House fire $A lot of cash
Hell, we dont need to worry about being under insured, we HAVE NO INSURANCE.
Want to know the kicker of it all....WE WERE NEVER INFORMED! They claim that they sent us a notice...in the regular mail. I told them that since we are still undergoing fire crap, I open every single piece of mail from State Farm because it is usually a check. I never got a letter!
By law they have to notify my mortgage company also. Guess what...my mortgage company knows nothing about this.
I am going to go and crawl back into my hole now....I'm going to enjoy it and stay there for a while....so go away...or I might just loose my mind!
And for gods sake, dont come over! If you slip and fall in my house or on my property, I HAVE NO INSURANCE!!!
Friday, April 5, 2013
Squirrels, a shelf, and a nail gun
Today started out like any other day. Running errands, I bought green plant finally!, and went and bought more wood for making box shelves. It's my favorite things to build. I buy 12' by 8" sheets of common wood. Today it was three planks I got for 85% off cause they were slightly warped. So I figured six shelves built for less than five bucks. Great deal. I already had the paint, so it was a no brainer.
So I get home, set up the sawhorses, and start out painting the wood white on one side. Then I changed the laundry, watched a episode of bones and knitted while the white side dried. Flipped them over, painted the other sides the different colors and waited again. These are very simple shelves and the look pretty good too!
Now it's time for assembly. Well first cutting them via circular saw and table saw. Eye protection in place, ear protection in place. Soon all wood cut and no fingers lost.
Now to put them together. Easy peasy. And they were looking great. Now I am on my very last board to board....my last box shelf...woohoo...I am ready to affix the last piece of wood....picture it...I'm kneeling in the garage, ready to put the last two pieces together....when two baby squirrels, very excited about spring having finally sprung, come tearing into the garage, running across the backs of my legs, (I don't care who you are, that makes you jump), as I pull the trigger on the nail gun. Yes, that's right, nail gun. Needless to say, I nailed myself. Right into my left hand...hitting the bone...blood everywhere.
Did you know that when you walk into the er and tell them you shot yourself with a nail gun, they move pretty quick? My sister laughed her head off at me and begged to be the one to tell my mom. And I believe that I am officially and forever grounded from the garage. But I at least put all of his tools back where I found them and cleaned the blood off of the new garage floor before I left!
So I get home, set up the sawhorses, and start out painting the wood white on one side. Then I changed the laundry, watched a episode of bones and knitted while the white side dried. Flipped them over, painted the other sides the different colors and waited again. These are very simple shelves and the look pretty good too!
Now it's time for assembly. Well first cutting them via circular saw and table saw. Eye protection in place, ear protection in place. Soon all wood cut and no fingers lost.
Now to put them together. Easy peasy. And they were looking great. Now I am on my very last board to board....my last box shelf...woohoo...I am ready to affix the last piece of wood....picture it...I'm kneeling in the garage, ready to put the last two pieces together....when two baby squirrels, very excited about spring having finally sprung, come tearing into the garage, running across the backs of my legs, (I don't care who you are, that makes you jump), as I pull the trigger on the nail gun. Yes, that's right, nail gun. Needless to say, I nailed myself. Right into my left hand...hitting the bone...blood everywhere.
Did you know that when you walk into the er and tell them you shot yourself with a nail gun, they move pretty quick? My sister laughed her head off at me and begged to be the one to tell my mom. And I believe that I am officially and forever grounded from the garage. But I at least put all of his tools back where I found them and cleaned the blood off of the new garage floor before I left!
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Crunch time....I'm freaking out here....
Excited to move back into my house in 15 days. NO! Why? I have no freaking idea. Scared, YES, of what, I have no freaking idea. Ready to move back, NO. Why? I have to much stuff to buy, to many things missing, a reminder of to many things lost, of what we came so close to actually losing.
Why am I not excited? Why am I actually scared? (Why can't I capitalize the W on the first try?) what (see did it again) am I actually afraid of? Why am I still in tears almost daily over this? When does it go away?
I wish I knew? Buying shit..no biggie...I have a list...bathroom mirrors, cup holders, soap dispensers, towels, bath rugs, light fixtures, TP holder, Garbage can, towel racks, mop, broom, dust pan, more garbage cans, hangers, clothes pins, tons of little baskets and bins for keeping our shit. I actually have no idea where I am going to put the arts and craft stuff or what to keep it in. I bought a glue gun, but have no where to keep it. Now, in the rental house, and when we move back into my house.
Believe it or not, MOM, I did have a place for everything, nothing was just ever in its place. Now I have no place for anything. And, because my house has changed so much, I dont know if I still have a place for stuff. I know, it sounds stupid, but its not to me. I had my shoe shelf, where the kids kept their backpacks, their shoes, and a small supply of arts and crafts. On the side of the shelf, was clips for keeping important papers, homework, reading logs etc. that shelf is gone. where do I keep this stuff now? It was there because it was easy access...Sure I could move it upstairs or down stairs, but then its not easy access...stupid I know, but a problem in my world.
My last memories of my house was of piles of shit every where. My last photos of my house was of piles of shit everywhere. I cannot handle the thought of moving into my house and having piles of shit everywhere. I dont know where to put anything!
To most of you,this may seem stupid...but to me, it has me in tears as I type this. to have our lives uprooted so violently was painful enough. To have lived in a house to small for us with so many missing pieces has been a hard ship on all of us. Now we are moving back into our house that no longer looks like our house, feels like our house and I have no where to put stuff. Did you know that my laundry room actually makes me feel claustrophobic. I have no idea how I am going to work in there when I'm afraid to go in there.
We removed a wall, the only wall on our first floor, opened up the entire space, its going to be wonderful......but I lost the place where I kept all of my knitting gear. Just seeing it there made me happy, now I dont know where to put it.
My wall that I was creating with photos in the basement. Do I want to put it back? Why bother? I lost all of the picture frames...
I'm want to decorate, but I can't. I lost almost all of my stuff. When we were forced to leave our house, it was decorated...a crazy eclectic style, but decorated....I dont want to move into a blank slate...one that does not have our personality in it. I know it will, but for some reason, I am having a hell of a time letting go. and if anyone tell me to just move on i will bitch slap you and unfriend you!
I am fully aware that we only lost stuff. Stuff can be replaced. Trust me, I know that...ask hubby, I was always throwing away stuff that I though we didn't need anymore. *grin*. I dont care about stuff. I can buy stuff, I dont mind buying stuff.. I've lost so much more than all of my possessions. (I still only own one pair of shoes) I've lost my home. Yes, I am getting it back, better than before, but....I guess I just dont know... KLP and I were discussing where I was going to put things in my new kitchen...it was kinda funny...she said when she redid her kitchen she had a pretty good idea where her stuff was going to go. I dont know what stuff I own. I know the stuff here in the rental house, but there is stuff at my parents house that I got for xmas and I have NO clue what is in the ware house. I just dont remember.
Maybe that is it...how am I supposed to get excited about re creating our home when I dont know what we have, what precious items did we get to keep, what memories are still there.
Maybe that is what I am afraid of...discovering truly, what is lost....we rely on our memories but we also rely on our stuff so we dont forget. How soon before I forget the size of C1 foot print in plaster because it was on the dead list. How soon before I forget when C2 passed me in height because the piece of wood was throw in a dumpster. How soon before I forget the beautiful(ugly) wood owl C3 bought me from the dollar store? which he saved his allowance for two days to buy. Our wedding candle with the bride holding on to the collar of the groom who was trying to run away!
We will make new memories...but I am so desperate to hold onto the old ones, but I have nothing left to remind me of them.....its all gone....Maybe I'm afraid of moving on and forgetting....but not forgetting the last moments with my family in my house....the last terrifying moments...those memories will never leave....no matter how much paint we put on the walls, how the kitchen has been re modeled, the new master suite....I will never be able to shake the feelings.....Maybe I am afraid of forgetting the wonderful and only remembering the pain...that....
and where the hell am I going to keep my glue gun now???
Why am I not excited? Why am I actually scared? (Why can't I capitalize the W on the first try?) what (see did it again) am I actually afraid of? Why am I still in tears almost daily over this? When does it go away?
I wish I knew? Buying shit..no biggie...I have a list...bathroom mirrors, cup holders, soap dispensers, towels, bath rugs, light fixtures, TP holder, Garbage can, towel racks, mop, broom, dust pan, more garbage cans, hangers, clothes pins, tons of little baskets and bins for keeping our shit. I actually have no idea where I am going to put the arts and craft stuff or what to keep it in. I bought a glue gun, but have no where to keep it. Now, in the rental house, and when we move back into my house.
Believe it or not, MOM, I did have a place for everything, nothing was just ever in its place. Now I have no place for anything. And, because my house has changed so much, I dont know if I still have a place for stuff. I know, it sounds stupid, but its not to me. I had my shoe shelf, where the kids kept their backpacks, their shoes, and a small supply of arts and crafts. On the side of the shelf, was clips for keeping important papers, homework, reading logs etc. that shelf is gone. where do I keep this stuff now? It was there because it was easy access...Sure I could move it upstairs or down stairs, but then its not easy access...stupid I know, but a problem in my world.
My last memories of my house was of piles of shit every where. My last photos of my house was of piles of shit everywhere. I cannot handle the thought of moving into my house and having piles of shit everywhere. I dont know where to put anything!
To most of you,this may seem stupid...but to me, it has me in tears as I type this. to have our lives uprooted so violently was painful enough. To have lived in a house to small for us with so many missing pieces has been a hard ship on all of us. Now we are moving back into our house that no longer looks like our house, feels like our house and I have no where to put stuff. Did you know that my laundry room actually makes me feel claustrophobic. I have no idea how I am going to work in there when I'm afraid to go in there.
We removed a wall, the only wall on our first floor, opened up the entire space, its going to be wonderful......but I lost the place where I kept all of my knitting gear. Just seeing it there made me happy, now I dont know where to put it.
My wall that I was creating with photos in the basement. Do I want to put it back? Why bother? I lost all of the picture frames...
I'm want to decorate, but I can't. I lost almost all of my stuff. When we were forced to leave our house, it was decorated...a crazy eclectic style, but decorated....I dont want to move into a blank slate...one that does not have our personality in it. I know it will, but for some reason, I am having a hell of a time letting go. and if anyone tell me to just move on i will bitch slap you and unfriend you!
I am fully aware that we only lost stuff. Stuff can be replaced. Trust me, I know that...ask hubby, I was always throwing away stuff that I though we didn't need anymore. *grin*. I dont care about stuff. I can buy stuff, I dont mind buying stuff.. I've lost so much more than all of my possessions. (I still only own one pair of shoes) I've lost my home. Yes, I am getting it back, better than before, but....I guess I just dont know... KLP and I were discussing where I was going to put things in my new kitchen...it was kinda funny...she said when she redid her kitchen she had a pretty good idea where her stuff was going to go. I dont know what stuff I own. I know the stuff here in the rental house, but there is stuff at my parents house that I got for xmas and I have NO clue what is in the ware house. I just dont remember.
Maybe that is it...how am I supposed to get excited about re creating our home when I dont know what we have, what precious items did we get to keep, what memories are still there.
Maybe that is what I am afraid of...discovering truly, what is lost....we rely on our memories but we also rely on our stuff so we dont forget. How soon before I forget the size of C1 foot print in plaster because it was on the dead list. How soon before I forget when C2 passed me in height because the piece of wood was throw in a dumpster. How soon before I forget the beautiful(ugly) wood owl C3 bought me from the dollar store? which he saved his allowance for two days to buy. Our wedding candle with the bride holding on to the collar of the groom who was trying to run away!
We will make new memories...but I am so desperate to hold onto the old ones, but I have nothing left to remind me of them.....its all gone....Maybe I'm afraid of moving on and forgetting....but not forgetting the last moments with my family in my house....the last terrifying moments...those memories will never leave....no matter how much paint we put on the walls, how the kitchen has been re modeled, the new master suite....I will never be able to shake the feelings.....Maybe I am afraid of forgetting the wonderful and only remembering the pain...that....
and where the hell am I going to keep my glue gun now???
Thursday, December 27, 2012
We have hit the realms of stupdity!!!
As all of you know, since the fire, things have been beyond trying in our household. One of the things that most people don't realize, is that once the house building has begun and the re purchasing of items has started, you don't leave the pain behind. And I hate that when I dont put the ' in dont, it underlines it in red! Learn already would you!
Anyway...the pain is sill there, the nightmares, the tears, and the anger. It does not go away. The piles of paperwork are never ending. There is no time for fun and joy. It used to be going out and buying something new for the house, finding a treasure that would fit perfect in that corner, was exciting..Now its just more paperwork or better yet, worrying about having to pay someone else to move it or to store it until you move and then to move it, or since I have no idea what my house is going to look like, will it fit in? Yaddah yaddah yaddah. (screw you little red squiggle line, I dont care if its spelled right)
Now, I have enough stress in my life, cause it just does not go away and there are not enough hours in the day to deal with it all. Shit..I still cant figure out what size fridge I owned in order to get the correct amount of money to replace it. The insurance company low balled me on that one!
But now I have my stupid mortgage company to deal with. We took out a construction loan in order to put the addition on. Mortgage companies do this all the time due to large loss. It happens every day. So, we want to give them out money, they have approved it. Technically...however, they are refusing to pay our contractor any money for the addition until the fire restoration work has been completed.
Go ahead, think about this one for a minute or two........
Yes, that's right. The entire house must be completed without the first floor roof. Electric, plumbing, drywall, floors, paint, new kitchen, appliances...but no roof. Or are we supposed to put the roof on and then tear it off to add the addition? Or are we supposed to finish the entire house without a roof and have it rain/snow inside my new house? And then what, make another claim on my house cause it rained/snowed in my house? Are we supposed to put the plumbing in and electric and then tear it apart again where the new addition is supposed to go?
Want to hear something funnier...We have been told by WELLS FARGO, that work done on the addition before the fire work is completed, will be deducted from the amount of the loan. Ummm....WHERE THE FUCK DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE!
To recap..WELLS FARGO has approved our loan. But wont pay our contractor any money until the fire restoration is completed. So, brand new house with no roof, damaged by weather. And, if my contractor works on the addition, they will deduct the amount of work from the loan.
I dont understand this. We have an excellent credit rating. Very little debt. We suffered a house fire and suffer daily for it. We want to GIVE THIS STUPID COMPANY OUR MONEY, and they want to make us jump through hoops in order for us to give them our money.
I simply want to drive to the WELLS FARGO offices, go down to the underwriters(I always picture them sitting in a dark basement crunching number and eating stale snickers) and BITCH SLAP THEM.
Maybe I'll draw them a picture...literally. A picture of my house, newly finished, drywall, paint, new kitchen cabinets, new appliances and then a little rain cloud over the spot where my addition should be, but isn't because they wont let us build it until the restoration is complete.
Then, as I am holding them by the short hairs, very tightly, while growling in their pale stupid little faces, explain that no inspector in the world will approve a house with no fucking roof!!
I see an chicken and egg here!
Now, my contractor has emailed me and informed me that they are going to stop working. I get his email while halfway through my 3.5 hours of paperwork today. While listening to children argue behind me about who jumped in front of who while playing the kinect, yelling at the dogs for wandering around, messing it up, the phone ringing, kids begging, hubby calling....yaddah yaddah yaddah..
GUESS WHERE MY STRESS LEVEL IS NOW! and people wonder why I dont sleep!
If you see me on the news, with my hands cuffed in front of me and a jacket over my head being led away from the WELLS FARGO office...oh shit...I cant even say that because of all the stupid people in the world. I WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING STUPID LIKE THAT. I just want to go slap around some underwriters! and draw them a very pretty picture of my new house with snow on the appliances...
Anyway...the pain is sill there, the nightmares, the tears, and the anger. It does not go away. The piles of paperwork are never ending. There is no time for fun and joy. It used to be going out and buying something new for the house, finding a treasure that would fit perfect in that corner, was exciting..Now its just more paperwork or better yet, worrying about having to pay someone else to move it or to store it until you move and then to move it, or since I have no idea what my house is going to look like, will it fit in? Yaddah yaddah yaddah. (screw you little red squiggle line, I dont care if its spelled right)
Now, I have enough stress in my life, cause it just does not go away and there are not enough hours in the day to deal with it all. Shit..I still cant figure out what size fridge I owned in order to get the correct amount of money to replace it. The insurance company low balled me on that one!
But now I have my stupid mortgage company to deal with. We took out a construction loan in order to put the addition on. Mortgage companies do this all the time due to large loss. It happens every day. So, we want to give them out money, they have approved it. Technically...however, they are refusing to pay our contractor any money for the addition until the fire restoration work has been completed.
Go ahead, think about this one for a minute or two........
Yes, that's right. The entire house must be completed without the first floor roof. Electric, plumbing, drywall, floors, paint, new kitchen, appliances...but no roof. Or are we supposed to put the roof on and then tear it off to add the addition? Or are we supposed to finish the entire house without a roof and have it rain/snow inside my new house? And then what, make another claim on my house cause it rained/snowed in my house? Are we supposed to put the plumbing in and electric and then tear it apart again where the new addition is supposed to go?
Want to hear something funnier...We have been told by WELLS FARGO, that work done on the addition before the fire work is completed, will be deducted from the amount of the loan. Ummm....WHERE THE FUCK DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE!
To recap..WELLS FARGO has approved our loan. But wont pay our contractor any money until the fire restoration is completed. So, brand new house with no roof, damaged by weather. And, if my contractor works on the addition, they will deduct the amount of work from the loan.
I dont understand this. We have an excellent credit rating. Very little debt. We suffered a house fire and suffer daily for it. We want to GIVE THIS STUPID COMPANY OUR MONEY, and they want to make us jump through hoops in order for us to give them our money.
I simply want to drive to the WELLS FARGO offices, go down to the underwriters(I always picture them sitting in a dark basement crunching number and eating stale snickers) and BITCH SLAP THEM.
Maybe I'll draw them a picture...literally. A picture of my house, newly finished, drywall, paint, new kitchen cabinets, new appliances and then a little rain cloud over the spot where my addition should be, but isn't because they wont let us build it until the restoration is complete.
Then, as I am holding them by the short hairs, very tightly, while growling in their pale stupid little faces, explain that no inspector in the world will approve a house with no fucking roof!!
I see an chicken and egg here!
Now, my contractor has emailed me and informed me that they are going to stop working. I get his email while halfway through my 3.5 hours of paperwork today. While listening to children argue behind me about who jumped in front of who while playing the kinect, yelling at the dogs for wandering around, messing it up, the phone ringing, kids begging, hubby calling....yaddah yaddah yaddah..
GUESS WHERE MY STRESS LEVEL IS NOW! and people wonder why I dont sleep!
If you see me on the news, with my hands cuffed in front of me and a jacket over my head being led away from the WELLS FARGO office...oh shit...I cant even say that because of all the stupid people in the world. I WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING STUPID LIKE THAT. I just want to go slap around some underwriters! and draw them a very pretty picture of my new house with snow on the appliances...
Thursday, November 1, 2012
To all my new friends
Its always exciting getting a new friend request. Its even cooler seeing that people you know, know people you know and you didn't know it! You totally know what I'm talking about!
I have added a lot of new friends lately, people that know me but might not actually know me. So...I figured I would throw this out there as a ??? Not sure
But, here is my disclaimer....as I've gotten in trouble before because of FB! and no, not just from my mom. I get in trouble with her without FB all the time.
So...back to my disclaimer, first my FB disclaimer
Read it, enjoy it, but dont share it to hurt me or myself. That is not fair. If you dont like it, dont read it or unfriend me. I will not be offended. Nothing offends me!
Holy shit! A blog post that is not about the house fire!!! WOOHOO!!! And...its not bitching about someone or something! I think I am making great progress...Gold Star anyone? How bout a Pepsi? Lunch? Anyone? Anyone?
I have added a lot of new friends lately, people that know me but might not actually know me. So...I figured I would throw this out there as a ??? Not sure
But, here is my disclaimer....as I've gotten in trouble before because of FB! and no, not just from my mom. I get in trouble with her without FB all the time.
So...back to my disclaimer, first my FB disclaimer
- I tend to post funny stories about my kids...If I post something that could be potentially embarrassing to one of my kids, and I do that often, please do not read it to your children. I enjoy sharing funny stories but would never intentionally want it to harm one of my children. I mean this is common sense people. If I post because C1 reports that he doesn't have any trouble with the ladies and he knows everything about them, so no worries...and you read this to your son or daughter....Need I say more. Potentially embarrassing situation for him I wont allow that. I have unfriended someone for this before. We enjoy reading stories about our friends children because it makes us realize that our kids are not the only nuts out there...that they are all like that...but we dont want to hurt their feelings! So, read it, enjoy it but dont repeat it please.
- I tend to post that I am getting ready to strangle, bury in the back yard, tie to a tree, or sell my children. Please do not take that literally. I love my children more than my own life, and as you know, because you feel the same way a lot of days, we want to strangle, buy, tie up or sell at times. I am just dumb enough to post it!
- I often, quite often, threaten my husband on FB. Please do not repeat this to him. He knows that I want to slap him upside the head...I tell him often, but, he would be quite upset if he knew I was telling a lot of people that I wanted to slap him. See first bullet point...I am actually quite surprised at how many of my friends never post about wanting to slap their husbands upside the head. Maybe they are FB friends with their hubbies? I am not and he knows it. We are good like that.
- I rarely swear on FB. But sometimes it just fits. Remember kidney stone post!?! If you are offended by bad language...this is just a heads up. I dont do it very often because I often leave my fb open on my computer, except when KLP comes over, and I dont want my kids reading it. And I would imagine that same things happens in your house. I dont post it so my kids or your kids dont read it.
- I swear a lot on my blog(sorry mom) Basically, everything I avoid on FB, being slightly crude, or rude or language, I do on my blog(sorry mom)
- I apologize to my mom a lot on in blog
- I NEVER use names in my blog. If I am referring to someone I use initials. My children I use C1, C2, and C3. Hubby is just Hubby.
- I bitch about people in my blog. I DONT USE NAMES. My blog is my personal outlet. I complain about situations, and yes even people. I never even use initials when I complain about a person, or situation. Actually, I never complain about someone personally. Example, I complained about C3's situation in Baseball. I was not picking on his coaches personally...just a coaching decision. I complained about a Football issue. I did not personally attack the coach, I attacked a coaching decision. There is a difference. I would never attack someones character or personality. If they are in a position of coaching or leading, and I am not happy with a decision, I am likely to complain about it. Again, I am not personally attacking someone, I am complaining about a decision. If you dont like it, Tough! This is my personal blog and if I want to complain about something I will. And I have every right to complain. I do a ton of volunteering, or am often voluntold by KLP. (wait till she sees what I voluntold her for recently) I can bitch if I want to bitch. I ask that if you know the person, or the situation, please use common sense about repeating my complaint. I never complain to hurt someone, only to vent my frustrations. If you choose to repeat it especially if you happen to know that person....shame on you.
- I tell funny stories about my kids, and yes, they could potentially be embarrassing...please see Bullet 1.
- I bitch about hubby, please see bullet 3.
Read it, enjoy it, but dont share it to hurt me or myself. That is not fair. If you dont like it, dont read it or unfriend me. I will not be offended. Nothing offends me!
Holy shit! A blog post that is not about the house fire!!! WOOHOO!!! And...its not bitching about someone or something! I think I am making great progress...Gold Star anyone? How bout a Pepsi? Lunch? Anyone? Anyone?
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Get over it...move on.....
That is a phrase that people keep saying to me. Its over, there is nothing I can do about the past, we all survived, we are doing ok. I am getting a brand new house...bigger than before...new stuff, new furniture...I need to just move on......
It is very easy to say...and I do understand that my friends are worried about me. That I am not my good ole self. The person who is always upbeat, easygoing, carefree...blah blah blah...
I will get over it eventually, or maybe not. I do miss my old self...I do want that person back, but right now every time that person gets some time to forget about shit, to move forward, something comes along as a reminder that I am still in the shit.
Today...went to make egg salad. Haven't had it in forever. No egg slicer. Now for most of you know big deal...just smush it with a fork. EWWWW. the texture is then disgusting!!! I know, stupid right..its egg salad. But damnit...I was looking forward to it and then I couldn't eat it.
Other day, made mashed potatos and meat loaf. Had to go to my neighbors to borrow a hand mixer and meat thermometer. Last night, went to make spaghetti bake...didn't have a dish big enough to put it in.
Tonight after the game, was chilled to the bone. downloaded a movie, took a hot shower, (ssshhhh, dont tell but ate a piece of crazy bread in the shower!) and went to put my flannel sheets on my bed so I could climb in and get all cozy and warm. My sheets smell like house fire. And they were cleaned..I paid to have them cleaned and they smell like shit!
Now, I have to email the company who cleaned them, email my adjuster, set the aside, go out and buy new ones, scan the receipt, enter this information onto a new spread sheet, itemize it and then email it in to my adjuster.
Every fucking time I go to do anything, I either dont have it, cant find it, or its been returned to me but its crap!
Today we got to waste our time. We were sent by our builder to a kitchen place in Franklin Park. Now, I have never priced out an entire kitchen. I know we have been given 3200 and change for our old cabinets. I now know that that is enough money to buy a couple of milk crates and some nails to put them up on our walls. If we're really lucky, maybe we can find an old washtub and a pump to use as a sink! Why the fuck did our builder send us to a custom cabinet maker when he knows full well what the budget is for the cabinets. I feel like a fool. Here, hubby and I are picking out, not top of the line but not crap either, and now I realize this salesman who could have given a crap if we were there or not, was probably laughing at us. I am embarrassed and pissed off at the same time. We stopped at HD later, and priced cabinets. 9 grand. Again, not top of the line. So for grins and giggles, we asked for a pricing of the cheapest they had....5 grand. WTF! THE FIRE WAS NOT OUR FAULT...AT LEAST LET US REPLACE WHAT WE LOST WITH DECENT SHIT!
Want a bigger laugh...they are giving us 400 bucks to replace our counter tops. So, that's like plywood and contact paper. Even Formica is more expensive than that.
Check this out..the company that we were told to hire to clean out and inventory our house, has SCREWED IT UP BIG TIME!.
First, we find out that they should not have removed a damn thing from the house until it was all photographed and inventoried. oops.
So, I spend a month, either in my smelly house helping sort and pack up and then in the warehouse completing the inventory. I get the list of un from them and begin pricing. Turn it in to the insurance company but notice some problems. I understand that some things get missed, but there was a lot of screwing shit on this list. why would some books be un but others not when they were on the same shelf? Why would a pair of clippers be un but in the basket you could see three. why were none of my husbands toolsboxes opened up and dumped for an inventory? why were half of my mixing bowls un while the other half weren't when they were on the same shelf? I could go on and one....
So now, despite some of my friends wishes, I am going through my inventory at the warehouse again. I opened burned toolboxes and took pictures of thousands of dollars worth of tools that they were just going to throw in the dumpster. I am going through boxes of items they have cleaned to be returned to me, only to find items that are damaged by smoke, and some items that reek of smoke. items that they told me were not safe to keep, have been cleaned and put into boxes to be returned to me. Umm...didn't you tell me that these items were not safe? I have items on the un list that has already been sent to the insurance company, also on the cleaned list. How am I supposed to sort that out? My silverware drawer and junk drawers...no inventory...and they threw them out. Without permission.
So...I think that I am entitled to be pissed off...to have trouble letting go, not being able to get over it and hardly moving on. I have a cluster fuck of paperwork that I have no idea how to sort through. I am being give pennies to replace my kitchen, and I'm still cold and now I dont have my flannel sheets to snuggle down into tonight.
So guess what, I am pissed off and I dont know when I am going to be able to get over it. My fireplace might not be up to code and we might have to get rid of it. I dont know where I'm going to put my washer and dryer since the entire laundry room is not code and there is no room for everything...every day its something new....and all I wanted today, was an egg salad sandwich, a decent kitchen, and warm sheets.
I wonder what crap tomorrow will bring?
and yes mom, I cussed a lot and I'm sorry (kinda)
It is very easy to say...and I do understand that my friends are worried about me. That I am not my good ole self. The person who is always upbeat, easygoing, carefree...blah blah blah...
I will get over it eventually, or maybe not. I do miss my old self...I do want that person back, but right now every time that person gets some time to forget about shit, to move forward, something comes along as a reminder that I am still in the shit.
Today...went to make egg salad. Haven't had it in forever. No egg slicer. Now for most of you know big deal...just smush it with a fork. EWWWW. the texture is then disgusting!!! I know, stupid right..its egg salad. But damnit...I was looking forward to it and then I couldn't eat it.
Other day, made mashed potatos and meat loaf. Had to go to my neighbors to borrow a hand mixer and meat thermometer. Last night, went to make spaghetti bake...didn't have a dish big enough to put it in.
Tonight after the game, was chilled to the bone. downloaded a movie, took a hot shower, (ssshhhh, dont tell but ate a piece of crazy bread in the shower!) and went to put my flannel sheets on my bed so I could climb in and get all cozy and warm. My sheets smell like house fire. And they were cleaned..I paid to have them cleaned and they smell like shit!
Now, I have to email the company who cleaned them, email my adjuster, set the aside, go out and buy new ones, scan the receipt, enter this information onto a new spread sheet, itemize it and then email it in to my adjuster.
Every fucking time I go to do anything, I either dont have it, cant find it, or its been returned to me but its crap!
Today we got to waste our time. We were sent by our builder to a kitchen place in Franklin Park. Now, I have never priced out an entire kitchen. I know we have been given 3200 and change for our old cabinets. I now know that that is enough money to buy a couple of milk crates and some nails to put them up on our walls. If we're really lucky, maybe we can find an old washtub and a pump to use as a sink! Why the fuck did our builder send us to a custom cabinet maker when he knows full well what the budget is for the cabinets. I feel like a fool. Here, hubby and I are picking out, not top of the line but not crap either, and now I realize this salesman who could have given a crap if we were there or not, was probably laughing at us. I am embarrassed and pissed off at the same time. We stopped at HD later, and priced cabinets. 9 grand. Again, not top of the line. So for grins and giggles, we asked for a pricing of the cheapest they had....5 grand. WTF! THE FIRE WAS NOT OUR FAULT...AT LEAST LET US REPLACE WHAT WE LOST WITH DECENT SHIT!
Want a bigger laugh...they are giving us 400 bucks to replace our counter tops. So, that's like plywood and contact paper. Even Formica is more expensive than that.
Check this out..the company that we were told to hire to clean out and inventory our house, has SCREWED IT UP BIG TIME!.
First, we find out that they should not have removed a damn thing from the house until it was all photographed and inventoried. oops.
So, I spend a month, either in my smelly house helping sort and pack up and then in the warehouse completing the inventory. I get the list of un from them and begin pricing. Turn it in to the insurance company but notice some problems. I understand that some things get missed, but there was a lot of screwing shit on this list. why would some books be un but others not when they were on the same shelf? Why would a pair of clippers be un but in the basket you could see three. why were none of my husbands toolsboxes opened up and dumped for an inventory? why were half of my mixing bowls un while the other half weren't when they were on the same shelf? I could go on and one....
So now, despite some of my friends wishes, I am going through my inventory at the warehouse again. I opened burned toolboxes and took pictures of thousands of dollars worth of tools that they were just going to throw in the dumpster. I am going through boxes of items they have cleaned to be returned to me, only to find items that are damaged by smoke, and some items that reek of smoke. items that they told me were not safe to keep, have been cleaned and put into boxes to be returned to me. Umm...didn't you tell me that these items were not safe? I have items on the un list that has already been sent to the insurance company, also on the cleaned list. How am I supposed to sort that out? My silverware drawer and junk drawers...no inventory...and they threw them out. Without permission.
So...I think that I am entitled to be pissed off...to have trouble letting go, not being able to get over it and hardly moving on. I have a cluster fuck of paperwork that I have no idea how to sort through. I am being give pennies to replace my kitchen, and I'm still cold and now I dont have my flannel sheets to snuggle down into tonight.
So guess what, I am pissed off and I dont know when I am going to be able to get over it. My fireplace might not be up to code and we might have to get rid of it. I dont know where I'm going to put my washer and dryer since the entire laundry room is not code and there is no room for everything...every day its something new....and all I wanted today, was an egg salad sandwich, a decent kitchen, and warm sheets.
I wonder what crap tomorrow will bring?
and yes mom, I cussed a lot and I'm sorry (kinda)
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