stop waiting on the world to fix your problems. You are going to be homeless (again) in a few days, this is not the time to apply at a few places and then wait to hear from them. You are unemployed and have been for awhile, this is not the time to pick and choose places you want to work. This is not the time to talk about how you want to work on your jewelry business that has not made you any money in 3 years. Seriously how many rosaries do you think are going to be sold in the South? this is not the time to talk about how if you could just find another place to live you want to go back to school in January and keep working on your business.
You have no money, you have no job, you have no place to live, your 19 year old son is supporting you by working at a movie theatre. this is not the time to be looking to buy a condo even if it is $20,000. No one is going to give you a loan, you can’t get a loan for a car so how do you think you are going tio get money for a condo.
Crappy things have happened to you yes but at some point you have to suck it up and fix it yourself. Look at all the crap that has happened, people backing out of promises, house fires, boyfriends dumping you, friends deciding the drama is all too much (and even though you blame it on having cancer, that is not why they turned thier back on you), there is a common deniminator in all of this. it is you thinking that if you could just get some help, your life would be fixed.
Lastly, if you express your every thought on facebook I don’t think you can get upset for other people expressing their thoughts. You don’t get to say “This is who I am” and not let other people be who they are even if they are saying things about you that are hurtful.
I hope things get better for you.
Your friend,
Adhemar
Whew! Thanks for letting me vent.
EIGHT DAYS to let the MVA know that I’ve paid my parking tickets? I need to renew my plates NOW, not in 8 days!
I let my plates lapse, and that’s on me. I take full responsibility. But I paid my fees. I want my fucking stickers.
I called the city and asked them if I can do anything to expedite the process. They said I can come in, REPAY the fee, they’ll fax the release within FOUR days, and then I can make an application to request a refund of fees I ALREADY PAID.
Do they have fucking retarded baboons processing their payments? It’s completely electronic! The MVA should be notified about 300 milliseconds after I’ve paid.
It’s funny. The second you owe the city money, they come knocking. You pay them and it takes forever for confirmation. Why does Baltimore City suck so bad?
Hawks & owls. (No sense of smell.) I just had this conversation a few days ago with my dad, who was saying that nothing at all will eat them, to which I pointed out that if nothing was a predator we’d be up to our ankles in skunks by now.
Impulse will be ok. I hope you will be, too. Sorry about the thyroid stuff; that sux.
The good news is, whomever did that knows what they’re talking about! Says the person who’s working on an Armchair Psychologist degree
Best wishes for the wabbit and the thyroid.
As for the bad memories, it’s what the line “once burned, twice shy” reflects. Bad memories can hurt for years and years… part of the job of your therapist is teaching you how to get through a bad memory resurfacing without totally freaking out (freaking out a little is ok and can even be the best course of action).
Dammit Mother! In no way does it help me for you to clean out your fridge and pantry and bring spoiled and outdated food to my house! The juice that went out of date three years ago, the cut melon that I could actually smell without opening the package, the cooked veggies that are Og knows how old? Yeah, it’s all trash. And my binooverflows every week already, without you adding a big pile every couple of weeks!
Well this is really depressing. Not sure how to feel about it yet.
Every year since forever, we’ve gone out for family dinners for birthdays. This year pretty much everyone was busy for mine and I wasn’t too interested anyway, so about a month after the fact I had dinner with my mother and my niece. Really hadn’t attributed anything odd to it until now.
Both my sisters (younger and older) have birthdays in September. We’ve always done a combined birthday outing some place nice. This year was my younger sister’s 50th birthday, so we were anticipating a good outing. Well then my sister tells us she doesn’t want to go out for dinner on her birthday. Ok. Then on her actual birthday, we see a facebook post tagging her, her husband and children at a fancy restaurant. Um, ok, so I guess she just wanted a quiet dinner with just her own family?
Sunday morning, my mother calls me, and goes on and on about how my younger sister went out with just her own family, blah blah blah, feel left out, may have holidays in the future without them, oh disappointment.
Today I learn that my mother was lying out her ass to me creating all that false drama and I have no idea why she would do it or even feel the need to, since she would have to know I’d learn the truth soon enough… Turns out that our parents were invited and went to that fancy dinner. My older sister and I were not. My father spoke to my older sister about it, trying to find out from her why she wasn’t invited, because he had no idea why WE were not there and no one would tell him.
Spent about an hour and a half on the phone with my older sister trying to go over what the fuck may have happened or why on God’s green earth we were not invited, not told, and why I was directly and deliberately lied to about it after the fact for no apparent reason. We can’t come up with anything at all that one or both of us could possibly have done to justify the snub. And I’m pretty cheesed off at my mother for going on and on (for probably 20 minutes) about how my younger sister and her family didn’t invite anyone (including her) to this dinner when that is obviously a big fucking lie. This is very out of character for her - the lie that is, not the drama.
I must admit that when the doctor brought it up I nearly said that I had known that for a while. Thyroid ultrasound did not go well today. The person who did it encouraged me to see my GP again asap so I’m seeing her Friday arvo.
other than that THE BUNNY LIVES! Well she is at least awake and they will let me know when she has had some food and I can pick her up. Apparently she will be wearing ateeny tiny cone of shame - I don’t quite know how that will go but I do promise to post some pictures
Ummm, don’t look now, but I think she might be grooming you to become a hoarder. A couple of weeks of this, and she’ll leave off bringing over composting ingredients and start with boxes of old National Geographics and Reader’s Digests. Seriously*, you’ll look on those as so much of an improvement that you’ll actually consider hanging on to them.
Before you know it, your home will be stuffed from floor to wainscoting with half-pairs of bunny slippers, housecoats with a cute kitten partially appliqued on, and empty cottage cheese cartons that are “just the thing for storing those odds and ends…”
*for certain arbitrary values of “seriously,” which, when you consider that I made this all up just now, might mean “not very serious at all.”
Have you been snooping around my house? I’d have thought the dogs would bark!
Honestly, when Ma started bringing food over, I just used what I could and threw away the little weird things - there’s no shame in overlooking something out-of-date in the pantry, and I figured this way, the folks wouldn’t accidentally find themselves dining on something that might make them ill.
And when Ma started bringing random crap over (honestly, from dumpster diving at the Goodwill!) I figured that it was lots easier for me to say “thanks,” and dump it while Ma wasn’t looking than to clean her hoarded house in years to come.
But, in the past three months or so, things have become downright stupid. Two weeks ago, we FILLED the pickup truck with Ma’s “treasures” and returned them to the dump. Saturday, about 10% of the two coolers full of food was salvageable - everything else went straight to the garbage. And when Ma returned my elevated dog feeder, she helpfully brought roaches in my house. Blergh!
This is annoying under the best of circumstances, but when I’m trying to sort and organize and pack and move and get rid of crap? And now, every box I pack has to go to the storage house and get bug-bombed before I can take it to the new place. Yeah…
In other news: Magic Eraser will remove fabric paint from a hardwood floor. And a dining table. Plus the printer, a leather sofa, and the kitchen tile. Also? Three ounces of bright blue fabric paint will cover an awful lot of real estate.
Cars, mostly. Can you encourage people in your area to drive faster, especially in the early spring when a young skunk’s heart turns to thoughts of love?
I need to get a new job. This one is trying to simultaneously bore and aggravate me to death.
Even with a cone, that is one seriously pretty bunny.
The good news is that my girls are okay. The bad news is that eldest needs a new dresser. The dresser in her room fell on top them about half an hour ago. Thank god they’re just fine. Not even a scratch. I’m still trying to recover from my heart attack though.
