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Life is like a bottle of whiskey

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Crazy.  It’s been simply crazy.  To say I’m looking forward to things getting smoother is an under-statement.  At the same time, relaxing after work with a hot cup of coffee, looking forward to stuffed pork chops that the boyfriend is making for dinner… is well… happiness.  I guess all the chaos is eventually going to calm down, and I’ll be left with these moments.

So we’re mostly unpacked here at the house.  The house is in order minus a bag (the size of my goddamned self) of tupperware and some of the older short one’s toys.  I must say, it looks quite nice in here.  We ended up pitching a bunch of my stuff and moving some of his stuff into storage, needless to say we now have his nice couches and tables/bed/dresser in my house… and… wait for it… his (almost) brand new stove!  Ha.  As a thank you for him installing that, I made BBQ pork ribs once it was in.  Having the house pretty much set definitely calms down my nerves.

Other than that, just trying to get things in order.  Ry and I are both working on our past legal problems.  We both have DUI’s and both of them need to be finished up.  Thankfully I was smart enough to get almost everything taken care of for mine, the last bit of it is the Victim Impact Panel which I have scheduled for Wednesday this week.  Ryan is most of the way through his classes and is working on his community service (thank god I didn’t blow a high amount… I was rated a minimal risk, so only got 10 hrs of class, no community service, and a reduced fine).  I am turning in my payment to get my license back tomorrow and I’ll be rid of the baiid device next month. Beyond that, getting new tires for the hoopty I’m driving.  I’ve decided to keep stashing away money to get a nicer car than originally intended.  Might as well, I’m sure I can keep the Altima alive for a bit longer. :0) All I need right now is a tune up, and we already tuned up the bike for this summer so that is all taken care of.

The House?  Well, the house is coming together nicely, I feel all adult like haha.  We spent Sunday out in the yard.  Put the new lawn mower (thanks Dad!) together and away, planted my new rose bushes and bleeding heart plants right along side of my lilies and hastas.  Once we put together our new lawn furniture and hung the baskets of flowers up I nearly fell over at how nice the yard is looking.  Not a whole lot is on the to-do list for the house at the moment.  There is still 2 bedrooms to paint, but other than that and hanging up some candles it’s all set.  The next big project is building my deck, which will come later this spring.

Other than all of that nonsense, I’ve set a few new “goals” so to speak for myself.  The biggest one is to get back into reading, with as hectic these last few months have been I haven’t been reading much lately.  I have 4 books on my to-read list.  The second biggest one?  Working on my book.  I started writing a while ago, a friend of mine finally pushed me far enough that I’m going to give it a go.  I’m not releasing it until it’s done, and with the help of an editor friend of mine and self-publishing, I should be good to go when the time comes.  Writing is my world, and I’ve been told, especially for my short stories (which most of you haven’t had to bear) that I should just give it a go.  So I am.  :) Even if I decide in the future to keep my book to myself, I enjoy the writing itself.  So it’s a win- win.

Sorry for the bland post everyone!  It’s been so crazy I haven’t had time to be pissed off, much less rant about something (besides some of the republican candidates… but I’ll keep that to myself for now haha).  Hope everyone is well, and many a beer will be had for you all this weekend.  :)

 

A New Shade, a Clean Slate, a Glass of Wine. Wait, What?

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So it’s the New Year.  2012.  We (meaning the boy and I) brought it in in a rather tame way.  We stayed up and painted my house, okay, well I painted a little bit.  Oh!  I taped too!  You know like trim?  So yeah, mostly, we just stayed up talking, him painting and me pretending to not check out his ass every time it hung out of his pants.

I think it’s fitting, I do.  Well, his pants on his ass?  Yes, but not what I’m talking about.  Starting the new year with a clean slate.  Or in this case, a clean, re-organized, re-arranged, freshly painted house.  Starting the new year with the boyfriend, working to make it that way.  Starting the new year with one of the people who made last year so fantastic despite the sickness and court.

I am simply amazed.  (No, I’m not bragging.. honestly just writing about it.)  I haven’t been with someone who is willing to do all that this man does.  Helps me paint almost my entire house in 2 days, cleans, is currently cooking us dinner, and has stood by and held my hand during every infusion so far and most of the bad days.  I think I lucked out folks.  Finally after many failed relationships and a fucked up marriage, I may have got one of the good ones… bonus round?  I don’t have to hold him against his will.  Much.

Besides the boy, this year started out on a good foot in numerous ways.  I am still working at the job I love, with people I only want to moderately throat-stab.  I still have my good running car and am done with the dui court dates (no community service, just one more class to go to).  I have my family who loves me and supports me, and I have my little Noodle who is excelling in preschool and life (with a bit of turbulence) despite her scum bag dad disappearing early last summer.  I have my wonderful, now, beautiful house which is all mine (and it’ll take prying it from my cold, bony-ass fingers to get it from me).  Plus my Crohns is finally going into remission.

For this year?  Sure, bet your left ass cheek I have goals… all of which I’ve started on.

-I want to raise my credit score… I made some stupid credit mistakes (only one left to fix) and have to deal with Tim dragging my credit through the mud.  So I started paying my debt this last check.  :)  I want to improve it enough so I can finance something for myself and build it some more.

-I want to really buckle down on this house.  The wood floors are done and painting is now done.  Next on the list, re-hab the whole bathroom, some extra painting and working on my yard/patio.  Back to the original plan of making a good chunk of profit when I finally sell this house (assuming the economy doesn’t crash, or the world ends or Britney Spears finally quits the drugs and gets her kids back again. What?)

-I want to work on the relationships I already have.  The boyfriend, my family, friends and of course with my little Noodle.  My Noodle is my world and I’m the only parent she has… and you know what?  I’m a pretty damned good parent, doing this on my own.  )

-Last but not least I want to get a handle on my life/health.  I’ve improved my diet and can’t wait for spring to hit the forest preserves again.  I am loving my body despite what this disease and all the associated medications have done to it.

Last year ended on a great note for me, I have wonderful people by my side and as the trend continues, life is on the up and up.  So here’s to the New Year!

[oh btw.  love you all and thanks for reading]

Hold on, I’m trying to run over my head.

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Yes.  That phrase came out of my mouth today.  In the parking lot of a gas station.  To a random stranger.

Today I feel the need to run over my head with my car.  Or put my head through the wall.  Or take a staple gun to it or something.  I am frustrated, the funny part is?  I’m frustrated with no one but myself.  I feel on edge… like the very edge, about to nose dive off into a rock.

I’m being an asshole today, super ungrateful.  Today I am doing the thing I hate most, being ungrateful (because I quite like being an asshole).   I’m just aggro.  I’m honestly tired of the day to day struggle and to-do.  I really am.  These past few months have been nothing but rush rush rush, get this done, and that!  I always end up forgetting something, and by the time I get home from work I’m just simply exhausted and irritable.  (some of that has to do with my current meds)

I want things to not be difficult.  (even though I have it quite good at the moment… see why I’m frustrated with myself?!)

I  had to deal with my finances today, figuring out what I can afford utility wise for this next month, figuring out how to budget in Christmas goodies, and pay for that stupid baiid device.  I had to call the never-ending-robotic-answering service to report a malfunction with said device.  I had to deal with my Crohns acting up at work in the middle of said phone call.  I get off of work and have to deal with the car… you know the car with two leaky front tires, one of which is damned near flat (for the 5th time this month) and no change to fill it up.  I refused to open my mail box to deal with the other bills after I realized I’m over due for a oil change and I figured out how much it would be to replace the tires (much less the bent rims) on the car.  Oh… and scratching the ever living fuck out of my hand on the paperclip that has held together my glasses for a year now… while searching my purse for change for the air pump?  Line drawn, crossed, and kicked.

 

So I came home, made the kid and I a pizza, and I’m currently ignoring the mess that is my house.  My body hurts and I still have to make it into the shower so the mess can wait.

I’m just irritating myself because I know my life is relatively good, and usually I am grateful for the things I do have.  I know life isn’t as sucky as it feels today, but I’m kind of in a slump.  I feel the need to spend an entire night gutting this house (because I still have that weird thing where I think that when everything is clean and organized my problems won’t be there lol) and an entire day sleeping…. but alas, must wake up before 6am tomorrow.

Geez.  Noodle just broke my cabinet door.  I’m going to go pour some more coffee and count down to her bed time.  *headdesk*

Sunny Side Up Please? Oh STFU.

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Everyone has those days where they think life just blows.  Everyone.  I have to admit, I was kind of down this afternoon.  Then I did something, I wrote down what I am grateful for, the things I’ve taken (yet again) for granted.  So why not publish them.  This way I can remind myself in the future.

I am grateful for:

My daughter.  Noodle is the light of my life, even if she is the incarnation of myself and makes me want to stab myself in the face sometimes.  She is the reason I go to work in the morning, she is the reason I get out of bed on bad Crohns days.  She is the reason I look forward to holidays and she is one of the many reasons I smile.

My house.  It is far from perfect and still in the early stages of rehab, but it is MINE.  It is my sanctuary and no one will take it from me.  My house is where I hide when I’m sick, where I hold my daughter when she’s sick, where I read quietly.  My house is where I bake cookies and dance like a lunatic.  It’s mine.

My car.  My whip.  It’s pathetic looking and missing a lot of body parts, but it’s mine.  It runs and gets me to work, it keeps going despite my horrible luck with accidents.  I’m lucky to have my car and be allowed to drive.  I’m lucky to have my transportation.

My job.  I am one of the lucky few to actually enjoy my job, well most days.  Ha ha.  My co-workers are awesome and the job is fun.  It’s something that interests me.  My job pays me enough to get by on, and I only think about setting the office on fire once a week or so.  :)  In an economy (that I have personally felt) where unemployment is rampant, I am lucky to be employed at a place I like, much more be employed at all.

My family.  My Dad, Step-ma, and Sister.  They’ve put up with all of my sickness and troubles.  They’ve stood by me through Crohns, Divorce, DUI and numerous other problems.  They are my family and they are my rock.  I may not see them all the time, but I know I can call them to talk about anything.  I may not be close to my extended family, minus a few cousins, but I loved by my immediate.

My friends.  After the past few months I’ve learned who my true friends are.  I may not get out to see them much, but I know they are there for me, as I am them.  Good friends know no time, but can pick up like no time has passed at all.  I love them all for different reasons, and look forward to seeing them each time I’m able.

The Boyfriend, (yes there is always going to be a “the” there) he’s been amazing to me even though he’s only known me for a handful of months.  I’m lucky to have someone in my life to hold my hand when I’m being a wuss about medical crap, someone to do man jobs that I’m too much of a wuss to do (hello… kitchen sink drain… I think NOT.)  I have a man who can talk with me for hours, cook just as well, and relax with me.  I have a man who can go out and (try) to out-dance me on the weekends.  We’ve both made mistakes thus far, but so far so good.  No one’s dead or in jail, and here’s the the future (and saving bond money).

My health.  As ass-backwards as that may seem, I am grateful.  I am grateful for my failing health simply for the fact that it has taught me humility.  It has taught me that nothing lasts for ever and to live for the day.  It has taught me to love my body for what it can do, instead of hating it for what it can’t.   I am grateful for my remaining health and the hope to improving it, it could always be worse, and I’ve learned that numerous times.  I have to be grateful for what I have and the lessons I’ve learned from it.

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So now my question is, can you name a few things you’re grateful for?  Things/People/Thoughts you can bring up on a dark day of yours that will do you some cheering up?  Pipe in people?

Glass Half full? Maybe of Whiskey? Cyanide?

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I was always the girl who thought the glass was half empty.  Actually, fuck that.  The glass was empty, I drank it all, lets break the glass! My view was pretty much – if you expect the worst, when things go your way you’re thrilled.  Things had gone wrong for so long, that I just expected the worst.

Looking back, I’m pretty sure that mindset was fueling my anxiety disorder.  I would think of all the things on my plate and automatically assumed that the worst would happen.  Then I’d proceed to get worked up about it and then break down.  No, not healthy in the least, but that’s how I’ve been for years, and I never made an attempt to change it.  Why bother?  No matter how hard I work, I may get my desired end result, true, but along the way? It’s going to suck.

Like I said, glass fucking empty.

Then apparently there was a switch in my life.  I’m not sure what it was, but I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that it’s a combo between my health, meeting Ry, and my family.  Regardless, I started waking up happy on a daily basis.  I started smiling through out the day, I started chasing my hopes and dreams with a new energy that I didn’t recognize.

Today, while on my way to the DMV, I was listening to some of my favorite tunes and just singing along.  I eventually spaced out and started thinking about what I had to do.  All the things on my plate and the obstacles I face.  I thought about the remaining court date (to wrap up the DUI).  I thought about my bills.  I thought about the work I needed to do on the house.  I thought about my car’s current problem.  I thought about my declining health and the meds I’m on now.  All of that though? Fleeting.  My answer to every single one of those?  Those of you that know me from years past, hell even last year will shit yourself.

Each one of those I answered with “I’ll figure it out, I always do.  It’ll be alright.” and that was the end of it.  That was the end of the train of thought.  Sure I have game plans on it, but for once I wasn’t dwelling on everything.  I just placed my faith in the idea that things will be okay, one way or another, and moved on.  That.  That right there.  Positivity.  I think after all these years, my glass is half full.

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In all due reality, things really aren’t that bad.

I mean sure, I have some financial problems at the moment, but who doesn’t in this economy.  Now that I have my car back I can be at work as much as possible, not to mention save at least $100 a paycheck on transportation.

My health? Well, the Crohns is far from in check, but as you all know I’m getting infusions and taking 6mp to help boost that.  The side effects?  They suck, but it’s better than prednisone, and I’m sure I’ll start to feel better soon.  My hair is starting to thin, but I’m praying that it won’t get too bad, but it seems to be a common side-effect of the 6mp (and sometimes Remicade), and as I told Ry, my genetics graced me with too-thick hair, so I’ve got quite a bit to spare.

The DUI? Pretty much done.  I’m driving again, the last court date is coming up and that part of my life is slowly moving behind me.  I am grateful it happened though, it taught me a lot about friends and taught me to appreciate my house more.  Not to mention showed me to really watch what I do, .082 can really mess up a persons life.  One of the best life lessons I have had yet.

Noodles dad?  I reached out, I emailed his sister, my friend emailed his girlfriend.  He knows that we’re looking for him and I’ve filed for child support.  The rest is out of my hands.  I did some thinking on that and I’m really glad he’s gone and I hope he stays gone.  He’s no good and a bad influence, not to mention Noodle doesn’t need a Dad to pop in when he feels like it, or when his loses a girlfriend who will stop giving him a free ride.  I seriously hope we never hear from him again.  I feel horrible for Noodle’s loss, but we’re both better off with out him.

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Life is hectic, sometimes when things get a little crazy, we tend to forget the good things we have in our lives.  I try and do my best to remember them daily, but even with that effort, I still find myself taking things for granted.

I need to remember to be grateful for the job I have.  The pay is enough to get by on, and I wake up in the morning and don’t dread going to work.  Sure there is tough days, but I spend the majority of my time there smiling or laughing for whatever reason.  I have  job, much more importantly a job I like which is extremely rare in this economy.  I’m going on 6 months there this next month, and I hope to spend many more there.

I have a wonderful family.  I have the support on all ends from my Dad, Step-ma, and siblings.  I don’t see them nearly as much, but since they’re cook-county dwellers, I’ll let that slide.  I’m lucky to have family that cares enough to read my blog and lurk my facebook.  I lucky I have such a great group of people who love me.

On that note, over these past few months, I’ve really figured out who my friends are.  Thinned the herd so to speak, and I love each one of those relationships like no tomorrow.  From my girls all over the continent (CafeMom), to my friends who are too far to do anything  but call.  To my friends who stop over for coffee, and my friends who have helped me out for no other reason than to be a good person.  I cherish each and every one of them.

Ry. Welp. You all saw the break-fast in bed blog.  I have a boy who spoils the ever living christ out of me, a boy who doesn’t seem phased by all my health problems.  I have a boy who makes me happy. ‘Nuff said.  (Reference this blog when they find his body somewhere… INNOCENT I SWEAR :D)

Of course, I have my daughter.  Who is currently curled up on my couch watching Fraggle Rock (thanks Beckie!).  She is my world, she annoys the crap out of me on a daily basis, but she’s half of me… we knew that would happen!  Her hug and “I love you mama” at the end of each night is why I push so hard at life.  :)

See?

Lucky.

Positive?

So much so that I’m making myself nauseous.

Skittles

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Sitting in my kitchen, wrapped up in a huge fuzzy robe that Ry gave me, thinking.  That and listening to the mutt chase her own tail.  It’s been one hell of a day, and I have a lot of random shit on my mind so I’m just trying to chill out before I go lay down for the night.

So I drove my car today, for the first time in a month.  Yup, you heard right, the almighty creep is mobile yet again.  After work today I went and had the Baiid Device installed in my car.  The little thing is actually pretty cool, the only part you see is the actual part you breath into, and it’s about the size of a old-school Nokia phone.  I drilled the installer on how it works and different facts on it because quite frankly, I think it’s pretty interesting.  Regardless of my nerd tendencies, that little tiny hand held machine is allowing me to drive again which is a plus.

On that same note, I was thinking about it earlier, the month’s suspension went by really quick and for the most part (minus the ride fiasco with Jason and Tracie) I only had one issue with not having a license.  The Grocery store.  I am a foodie at heart and randomly want to cook things, usually things that don’t make much sense and that contain ingredients that I don’t have on hand.  So that was a pain in the ass, not being able to run to Jewel and grab some stuffs, but other than that?  I honestly enjoyed most of it.  It took a lot of pressure off of me to go out on the weekends, run not-needed errands and not having to worry about gas or mechanical issues with the hoopty.

Getting back in my car this afternoon amped up my stress level almost immediately, but I figured whatever. I picked up the Nood and headed home to shower and back out to Ry’s house since I hadn’t been there in a while.  While it was nice to let the kids play an of course get some attention from The Boy, I found myself just wanting to be at home.  I know some of it is from feeling like crap today (Crohns is acting up) but some part of me wonders if maybe being car-less made me appreciate my own house a bit more.  Something most definitely worth some more thought.

Either way, I’m home now, relaxing and planning on calling it an early night.  I’m pretty sure the 6mp I’ve started is wearing me down a bit, the past couple of days have really dragged and I just feel out of it.  Blah.

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In other news, I got to take a peek at the ex-husband’s facebook via a friend’s today.  It’s nice to see that while he hasn’t contacted his daughter since Father’s day, much less paid his child support that he still rocks a picture of him and her… from 08. That really irked me, it makes me wonder what he’s telling people.  I’d put money on “Sarah’s a bitch and won’t let me see Noodle.”  Either way, E friended his new girlfriend.  Looks like I called it ladies and gentlemen.  He truly did family-hop again.  From what we can tell he lives with her and her kids, is unemployed and is spending a fair amount of time partying.  I called it, Tim saw a free ride and jumped on it… like he’s done a few times already.  So much for “I’m going to work in a tattoo shop, live with my buddy and I’ll come back in a few months.” not to mention “I’ll call Noodle constantly, I’m not leaving her behind.”  I just rolled my eyes so hard I gave myself a migraine.

So you know what?  Since Tim has disconnected his phone, blocked me from his fb and doesn’t call, I emailed his sister asking for contact information and explaining, briefly, that we haven’t heard from him since Father’s Day.

I want to get a hold of him and see if he’s just going to permanently stay out of Noodle’s life.  At this point, that’s what I want.  I don’t want him popping in and out between girlfriends/free rides, that’s what he does, and I refuse to let him screw with Noodle’s mind like that.  I’d rather him stay away while she’s young so she can lead a somewhat normal childhood.

Either way though, I want to know what’s going on.

I also printed out the paperwork to file for child support/assistance.  It’s about time.  Tim hasn’t helped out besides once since we split… in 2009, and you know what?  Noodle is his kid too, regardless of whether or not he feels the need to see her.  His facebook had too many comments about partying for me to feel pity, if you can afford to buy a girl a bottle of jameson, you can afford to pay your court-ordered child support.  Christ, he’s only ordered to pay $75 a month anyway, only a dead beat would flake out and not pay on that.

So it’s time to kick his ass into gear legally.  I’m sending off the paperwork tomorrow morning and stopping at the courthouse hopefully sometime this week.  I am asking for a raise in child support and since he’s also ordered to pay half of childcare (which he’s never done), I want what he owes.  Thankfully for me, I have every single receipt for it, my daycare also has all the copies, apparently they have to print them out quite a bit, when dad’s flake out on helping out the moms.

No more door-mat Sarah.  I did the best I could to help him out, and he still walked away from his kids here to hop on another free ride.  I wish he’d grow up but apparently he’s forgotten he’s now 35.  Shame.  It’s out of my hands now, I’ll let the state handle it.

Sidenote:  I hope this new girl he’s found doesn’t get scammed like me and P did.  I have a feeling that she’s heard the same stories he told me, as well as P.  I have nothing against her, unless she’s encouraging him running from his responsibilities, so I hope she’s smart enough to escape.

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On that note, I’m worn out from thinking about it, time to kick back for a few and get ready for bed.

Regular Customer

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I’m a huge creature of habit, like to the point of having an anxiety attack if I vary from my normal spots.  Now I’m not talking about every day schedules so to speak, but where I spend my money and where I spend my time.  People think I’m nuts because I’ll go out of my way for a good cup of coffee, because my favorite spot is in another town.  I’ll drive the next county over to have a beer if the service is good.  And as today has proven, I drove another town over, past two different Midas shops to the one I’ve been going to for 7 years, and it paid off.

Regular customers get good treatment. Simple as that!

I went over there yesterday to get an oil change and some light bulbs replaced, and as usual something else was wrong with my car.  I walked back into the shop to pick it up and my favorite tech looked at me, in all seriousness said, “Where the hell do you drive your car?  Afghanistan?” I just put my head in my hands.  Apparently I have a small leak in one tire, a nail in the other (both of which can wait since they’re slow leaks), and a completely shot ball-joint.  Not like “it moves too much but you can wait until your next oil change”, more like “You’re going to kill yourself if you drive your car like this.”

Now I know most people think places like this rip you off, but I trust every single tech in there, and even if I didn’t, I’ve been friends with the manager for years, like shots in the back room after work friends.  He’s the last mechanic to rip me off.  He constantly fixes my car(s) with out charging me labor, and forgetting to charge me for odds and ends (ie: wipers, lights, oil changes).

So back to the ball joint.  In Nissan, not only do you have to replace the ball joint but the entire control arm, which there is $483.  I looked at the manager and told him I’m fucked.  He told me he’d rush order the part and to come in today and we’d figure it out.  All in all, I paid $100 today.  My car is fixed, and I promised I’d pay him bi-weekly as much as I could, and he let me know, whatever I can afford is good enough for him.  So thanks to the lovely guys at Midas, I’m not screwed, my car is saved and I’m a happy camper.

Remember kids, being a regular customer in good standing saves your ass some days.  :)

Pour some vodka in my oj please?

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Ugh.  I am NOT in a good mood.  Actually.  I’m surprised I even go out of bed today.  I’m actually not anxiety-ridden, just down in the dumps and antsy.  I feel like running a marathon, but the snow and my lack of sitter makes that idea not an option.   I’m going to lose my mind.  Grrr.

Last week after going out with a few friends, I ran to the corner store to get some smokes and a pizza.  No big deal, I’m an insomniac so pizza at 3 am sounds like a great idea to me.  So I get my stuff and hop back in the car to go home.  I come up on a four way stop, stop, see a car coming, but it looked like they were going slow, so I went to cross the intersection.  While that car was going slow, they weren’t planning on stopping and hit my car.  Then after going around my car, they kept going.  I didn’t even think to get a license plate.  I was just sitting there like “WTF really?”  I called the police and filed a hit and run report.  Then I drove my car home.  It seemed like my car’s alignment was just seriously off, so I was like great… a couple hundo in damage, but it could be worse.

I actually took a look at my car the following night, just mostly to see if my bumper was seriously damaged.  I mean hey, the back one is zip-tied on so maybe the front would match!  Ever so stylish if I don’t say so myself.

Well.  Yeah.  The bumper is damaged, slightly, my headlight is fine, but there was something else wrong.  While one of my tires is going straight, the other is turned right.  Yeahhhh.  Great.  It’s most likely a busted tire rod.  (I’m not sure, my friend J is coming over after work to look at it for sure.)

So.  The downfall.  I’m stuck with out a car for god knows how long.  I have some money, but that money is for my bills this month.  I need to find money for a tow truck as well as the repairs, but I was already off work last week, am going to have to call of this week, which means no paycheck.  So I’m not quite sure how I’m going to do this.  Or dig myself out of the perpetual rut I’m not stuck in.

Hell.  As it is, I have to drag noodle on a walk through this psuedo snow storm just to get some minor groceries from the corner store.

 

 

And to think.  I don’t even have a good book to read when I’m stuck here.

Blogging to the Bears

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So, being the fan I am, I’ve had the game on (eat it Packers) and have been continuing on with my normal crap while watching.  So why not blog?

If the Packs lose, I’m calling my Dad, leaving him a taunting voicemail about being a cheese head, and rubbing the Bear’s Victory in.  If the Bears lose, I’m turning off my phone.

I went and got my sister’s car on Friday (?), and oh holy hell that rim is bent!  I had asked my Dad about it when I picked it up and he said he had put it on the back and it shouldn’t effect the driving.  Yeah.  Rigghht. Thanks Dad.  So Katie drove it home for me, and I drove behind her (so no police could check the plates, being their under my sister’s name, and her license is still suspended and the plates are expired anyway) and I thought the damned tire was going to fly off (read: OMYCHRIST IT FLEW OFF IN THE MOUNTAINS to understand my fear).  I called my Dad about it, turns out that both him and I underestimated how hard Chelsea hit the curb, and he never noticed it on the test drive (he replaced all brake pads and rotors) because he never went above 30mph, and it doesn’t start shaking bad until 50mph or so.  So, now, when that stupid tax credit gets here, I must order a new rim and tire, except I have no idea how to go about it. 

Moving on.  So I helped Katie move after her helping me with the car, and wow, I forgot how much our parent’s generation managed to pack away.  It seems I blocked all the crap my Dad forced me to take out of my memory.  Either way, she was nice enough to let me take the curtains to cover my kitchen windows (which even though they are miss matched, they look good) after the *ahem* break-in attempt.  I also got some new plates, and a ton of pots and pans.  <3  You all know how I am about my cooking.  So major thanks to Katie (even though her anti computer butt will never read this). 

On to the break-in attempt.  (Em, I’m not sure if I told you about this, as my memory serves, I was on the phone with you discussing how my house was super creepy BEFORE I found the window, but I could be wrong… as I often am).  Anyway, Thursday night, Katie and Ingrid were over for coffee, so I didn’t go to bed until way to damned late (around 1ish).  Once I went to bed, I dozed for maybe an hour and woke up to the dogs growling and what sounded like the cats fucking around.  So I grabbed my airsoft pistol (thank god for airsoft guns made out of real 45s) and checked the doors and the windows.  All were locked and alarm wasn’t going off.  So I went to bed.  (Now this is not related to the attempted break in)  At around 3 am, I woke up again to a beeping noise.  My dogs weren’t bothered, it wasn’t my alarm, so I got up to investigate.  I searched high and low, and eventually ended up in the kitchen.  I just happened to glance at my stove and it’s the freaking timer!  I didn’t think to look there because the timer DOESN’T work!!  But there it is, going off at 3am!  Ugh.  So I went back to bed. 

Anyway, so the next morning I went about business as usual, but didn’t open all the windows just yet because it was still cool outside.  I got on the phone with Robert discussing the car business and decided to open the kitchen windows.  I go to open the window on the side of my kitchen and notice the screen is just “placed” in the window.  All of the pins had been pulled out, and there were gaps all over.  I touched it and it fell out of the window.  It was in the window the previous night (I check them nightly because the cats sit in the window and will sometimes pull the screen out of the framing) and I realized that I wasn’t just imagining shit the night before.  Thank god I lock all the windows, and thank god I have my dogs!  I swear, whatever little punk tried that is lucky I didn’t think to let my dogs out (or he ran away when he saw me storming through he house with a “gun”.  Whatever.  So I’m glad I got those curtains from Katie.  Now ALL windows are covered and no one can snoop.   I’m also going to upgrade my security system (which does not have individual alarm sensors on each window because I have a ton, and always have them open during the day) to include the glass breaking sensor.  Uck. 

Anyways, back to the Bears.