Having a bad day and just got a sweet and funny text from Dave’s son. We talk sometimes but he never texts. Perfect timing to make my day better. He really is a good kid. I’m sure his dad is proud. 
Home Sweet Home. I am exhausted. Thanks for all the hugs. {{{{{HUGS}}}}} to all that need em.
Hubby is in normal rhythm and doing well. Fingers crossed it takes. Dr said some patients need two of these procedures:smack: Please Og let one be enough.
I ache all over.
Special hug for Rosie.
Howdy from da cave. ‘Tis rainy out but I want biiiiiiiiiiiig rain and thunder boomers like I was promised dangit! No Evening Prayer over to the church house tonight. After the seven or eight services last week durin’ Holy Week YP wanted to give it a rest this week I reckon. Can’t say as I blame him.
I’m yankin’ leftovers out for dindin. It’s a heat up what you want kinda night here at da cave. I have my world renowned Eyetalian chikin cookin’ away in a slow cooker for tomorrow night’s dindin. Eyetalian chikin how do you make that you ask? Take one largish chikin or chikin pieces like I’m usin’ today (boobs, laigs and thighs) drop said chikin into your slow cooker and pour a bottle of your favorite Eyetalian sallit dressin’ over the chikin and slow cook. Voila! Eyetalian chikin!
Good gad.
I’ll be right over.
FCM, may I say as the idiot daughter she will figure it out eventually. It took me about ten years. That’s why I gave up on dating and am now happily single. Fortunately I dodged the marriage bullet, but I came close once. (Bad advice: Tell her to move to NC if she wants to get divorced. This isn’t an alimony state, it’s a half-your-sh!t state.)
Late last week, I did the happy dance when the ban hammer came down.
Todays outlook has improved as I am going to band practice about 7pm.
Jim
The April Fools toilet paper and dispenser I left on my friend’s front porch… it’s still there. Obvious from the street but not their driveway, it could be May Fools too before they notice.
What’s funny is that when I’m writing via voice recording, I like my voice. It’s much deeper and more androgynous. But I’m mostly writing men (and a lot of really fucked up men at that).
Lieu (we gotta nickname ya Loo perhaps?), one man’s April Fool joke might be another man’s porch art. 
Leftovers from da fridge are all et up. YAY!!! I see empty space even. Imagine that.
Went to the local pub quiz with the housemate- we really need a bigger team, we know too much of the same stuff. I did win a free beer midway though, which probably didn’t help with the quizzin’
Apparently, said housemate didn’t realize it was April Fools on monday, so was just bewildered by the copy of Twilight I left in her bed. Heh.
Eh, it is useful for cleaning up spilled beer.
I used your name in vain in the ribs falling off the bone or not thread, you might want to get in there.
Oh geez
Now my stomach is churning.
I just got contacted by the mortgage broker with a list of what he needs to get the process started. Now I’m getting scared.
I don’t have half of what he wants, I don’t have pay stubs, I don’t even get pay stubs.
I don’t have bank statements. I guess I can print out what is online and give that to him.
Otherwise I’ll have to order them.
One of houses I like just dropped price again, 4000 last week and another 3000 today.
I really want to see it. From the pics it needs work but the bathrooms are nice. It looks like mostly paint and carpeting and stuff like that.
There’s another house that I know needs work but I have 75% of what they are asking.
Oh jeez I was so excited about looking at houses and now I just want to puke.
I think I’d rather have a house I can pay cash for and fix up.
I don’t even have anybody I can talk to about this.
My mother doesn’t know I’m looking, she thinks I’m bluffing when I say I’m moving and she’s going to be pissed when I go.
Not my problem, she wants to play my sisters game she can have her and the games too.
None of my friends are really good at financial stuff.
Well one is, I’ll have to go talk to her.
And when I say my mother is playing my sisters games.
Several weeks ago
On Sunday morning my mother told me that my sister was complaining that I got up at 5am and woke her up when I went to the bathroom. My sister swears that I get up on purpose just to wake her up.
I said fine, next time have to pee in the middle of the night I’ll just go sit on her bed and pee so she can see that I really have to.
I mean WTF???
I’m supposed to lay in bed until my bladder bursts because I might wake her up. Like I never get woke up by her?
So Monday morning my mother calls me, wakes me up out of a sound sleep and starts screaming at me for what I did. I said What?! It seems my sister went out to her car early in the morning and I got up, sneaked into her room, with her three dogs in there and picked up a glass of water and poured it into the middle of hers dogs bed. She knows I did it because it was too far for her dogs to knock it into their bed.
RIGHT!
I am going to get up out of my warm bed early in the morning and sneak into my sisters room, past three dogs, one of which is aggressive and has come after me, not knowing where anybody else in the house is, to pour a glass of water that I don’t know is there into a dogs bed that I don’t know is there.
That is when my mother and I got into it and I told her that if she believed that shit she is as crazy as my sister is and if she wants to keep playing my sisters game then go right ahead but I sure as hell ain’t playing anymore.
Next day is Tuesday, my laundry day.
It’s the day my mother and her bf go out so I can go back and forth to the laundry room while they aren’t there, since I have to walk through my mothers sitting room to get to the laundry room. I got a laundry day because even though my sisters husband moved out and she is only one person she was washing clothes 7 days a week. How one person can generate 14-21 loads of laundry a week is beyond me.
So I wake up and I hear water running.
The little bitch has clothes in the washer and the dryer.
So I told my mother I have had enough and if the following Tuesday it happened again I would take a knife and slash every damn piece of clothing in the laundry room because I have had enough of my sisters lies, games and bullshit.
So then my mother comes to me later and says my sister told her that the only reason she washed clothes was because I was out all day.
WTF??? if I was out how would I know she was using the laundry room?
Another one of my sisters damn lies.
That is when I said one more lie, anymore bullshit, anything else said to me about any kind of bullshit and I am no longer responsible for what happens next.
Two more months (if I can last that long) and I am out of this fucking hellhole of craziness.
Sorry I just needed to vent.
There is only so much crazy one can take.
Sari, I’m sure it’s not unusual for people not to have some of the documents. Ask the broker what they’ll accept.
Sorry about the daughter situation, FCM.
Hope things are going better today, rosie.
Nice to hear about the text from Dave’s son, Sticky.
I’ve been hanging out with baby and family, both last night and tonight. Hilarious baby; he’s still getting the hang of being born and makes faces that clearly state that he DOES NOT APPROVE. Got to hold him both last night and this afternoon for quite a while. His current favorite hobby is sleeping.
Off to sleepy-bye.
Hugs all.
GT
nope. this one was a bust, too.
I volunteer for next week’s MMP (although I might start it Sunday night). It’ll be a catalogue of the hideous apartments people try to pass of as “big”, “bright and airy”, “plenty of room” etc.
Happy Thorsday.
It’s 4 degrees below freezing and dark outside.
I am up too early.
The dog wakes me up, I stumble around half asleep tp put him out and as soon as I lay back down I am wide awake.
I’m very discombobulated this morning. One of the cats woke me before 3 - I think it was Ziva. Since I was up, I figgered I might as well hit the bathroom. Then Taz wanted attention. Then the two of them started fighting on the bed. Then Taz wanted attention again. Then I finally got them quieted down and I dozed off.
Next thing I knew, Higgs was jumping on me. I heard **FCD **in the kitchen getting her kibbles. When he came back to the bedroom, I asked why he was up so early and he said he had to go to work. For some reason, I’d thought it was Saturday and that I could sleep in. I was wrong. So I’m up and I’s tahred!!! **FCD **has gone to work and I’m caffeinating before I make up a grocery list - I’ve got to get food today.
It’s freekin’ cold out - 28° according to my weather gadget - I haven’t ventured forth. But rumor has it we’ll see 70s next week - that means open windows and gardening, so yay! Meanwhile, I’m in zombie mode. After I shower, I think I’ll head into Leonardtown for a McBreakfast before attacking the grocery aisles. Beyond that, I’ll just figure it out as I go along.
Happy Thursday. meh.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 55 Amurrkin out and rainy. Today’s high shall be 65 and rainy. YAY! I want rainy.
Perhaps DH is tryin’ to find the acoustical sweetspot. 
{{{Sari}}} hope you find a place soonest. Talk to the broker. Tell him what you can and cannot get for documentation. Maybe they’ll take a W2 or 1099 as proof of wages. You’ll be surprised sometimes at what will be taken for documentation.
Rosie we shall await the MMP on pins and needles.
Ok now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
Blurf.
Yeah, I’m a morning person, but this sh!t of waking at 0315 three days in a row is getting very old. :grumble:
I will never buy Laura Lynn cheese again. I had a bit with my breakfast this morning and it tastes like rancid ass. Tomorrow’s grocery day, so I will be buying two packs of Aldi cheese because it’s actually decent.
(Laura Lynn is the house generic brand for Ingles grocery stores, of which there are three at every intersection in WNC. It’s named for the founder’s daughter. He must not have liked her very much.)
That’s how I feel about Sam Walton and his dog food.
He must have hated that dog.
I used to take in strays, I’d have anywhere from 4 to 7 dogs at a time and the one food they *all *refused to eat was Walmart brand.
These were dogs who’d eat just about anything, they were thin and hungry when I got them.
I figured out after a while that it was cheaper in the long run to buy the good food. It cost more up front but they ate less of it and they were healthier.
I had one client that bought walmart brand dog. His dogs always had diarrhea.
My friend just found another dog, if anybody is looking for one.
She found a shih tzu, couldn’t find his home and kept him. Very sweet, laid back dog and perfect fit for her.
She was out the other day and a homeless man asked her for a couple of bucks so he could buy some food for his dog. She ended up taking the dog. What she didn’t realize was that he’s a puppy. He was very quiet and well behaved the first few days, probably starving. Now he is hell on four paws. Very cute, at first I thought he is part yorkie but his face looks like a brussels griffon.
He’s small but my friend is 67 and he is just a bit too active for her.