In this thread I ranted about my new upstairs neighbors. Yes, they’re still there and they’re still ass monkies, but you know how you can grow used to pounding your head against a wall–well that’s about where I am with that at the moment. [but I will just add that playing the porn DVD on my computer got them to stop sitting on the porch right outside my bedroom window–and now whenever I come home if they’re on the porch, they leave 
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But mostly, this is just general whining–not really worthy of a Pit rant cuz I just don’t have it in me today. Things had started brightening since my partner and I discovered that we would qualify for a mortgage and could start house shopping. Well, the town we had been looking in didn’t have anything decent for under $300,000.00–we just can’t afford anything more than that and we can only afford that because my partner sold his house a year ago and has a good sized down payment. So we started looking in surrounding communities. When my ex found out about this he threated to take me to court to prevent me from changing the kids schools. Well, he didn’t threaten me, actually. He told the boys he’d be doing this–he hasn’t said a word about it to me at all. This, of course, threw the boys into a panic of fear (at the thought of court proceedings) and guilt (at having told daddy when maybe they shouldn’t have.) So, essentially, I’ve been doing damage control to calm their fears and reassure them that they can tell their dad anything–we don’t keep secrets from parents.
Today I found out that my ex (who had been covering me and the boys on his health insurance as per our divorce decree) is losing his job effective Sept. 26th. He may just take the two years of unemployment to retrain for another job and if he does that he can’t afford COBRA. Well, he’s 56 years old (not that there’s anything wrong with being 56 years old), so I don’t know why he would take this option when he (as a machinist) could probably find other work in his field without too much difficulty–especially since they’ve given him two months lead time. Also, when he’s done with this retraining, he’ll be 58 years old and out looking for entry level jobs in whatever field he decides to be trained in, and competing with younger applicants (not that that should make a difference, but it does seem to anyway.) So he asked me to pick up the family insurance where I work. Well, it’s $120.00 per week. I can’t afford it. I strongly suggested he find another job so he can at least cover the boys–he’s taking this under advisement. :rolleyes:
So now, on top of the Ass Monkeys (figuratively speaking, of course, because I certainly wouldn’t want to be on top of any of any of them! Ick!), now I have my ex to deal with, and find time to look at crappy houses with obnoxious real estate agents who want lots and lots of money. If I can work myself up to a good rant, I’ll let you all know.