Thursday, October 30
Tuesday, October 28
Fingers crossed. Say a prayer!
I've got to get my little Obaminator trick-or-treating, damn it!
Monday, October 27
Go ahead, I'll wait right here while you read that again. Oh, you're back. Yeah. So TB has been telling my sister and mother, sweet little things they are, that he is going with his "manager" to work on his album at Bad Boy South. Um yeah, and I'm going to have twins tomorrow. My mother and sister are complete fucking morons and have been eating the shit that flows from his mouth for years now.
But guess what? I got a phone call today. TB is playing Mr. Nice Guy and won't let A come down here for three weeks because he's not leaving for Atlanta for a few more weeks and when he leaves for the A-T-L, he won't see her for awhile. So he doesn't want her coming down here.
He tells me this AFTER I spend all weekend sewing this lovely shirt, buying custom bows, sewing a skirt, and washing new tights. AFTER we had plans to take her to see Walking With The Dinosaurs Live. AFTER we had plans to go to Disney with my aunt and uncle in Orlando. AFTER I took a walk around the lake today daydreaming as we walked that in a week we would be able to take A with us in a jogging stroller and feeding the geese. AFTER weeks of checking in making sure everything is still on.
I'm not going home now. I'm not driving ten hours or spending a few hundred dollars in gas to go vote without A coming back home with me. We were suppose to all be driving back home on Thanksgiving. He's such a fucking dumb ass worthless piece of shit.
I know all things happen for a reason, I truly do.
But WHY in the hell did God give her to them?
WHY in hell am I the infertile one?
After I got off the phone with my mom, I cried so hard I had a headache. In the car, on the way to dinner, NYEBoy put his arm on me and said "I'm so sorry, baby" and I almost lost it. I miss my baby girl. I'm so sick of the mind games the little fuck plays with me. I wish I could get his sorry ass locked up for life.
Yeah, I said it. And I mean it. I hate him.
Sunday, October 26
As you all know, I am going back home to TN on Friday to celebrate Halloween, spend a few days with family, and to vote. After having a slightly debated conversation about the upcoming election with my Republican Mom, I had the perfect idea for a halloween costume.
Pair with a denim skirt with ribbon tags along the bottom, custom hair bows, a custom beaded bracelet, red tights, and black mary janes.
How cute is my little democratic toddling niece going to be?
With a drive of ten hours on election day through mainly red states, this is also the perfect traveling outfit.
I'm not the best sewer, but damn this is a cute ass shirt!
Thursday, October 23
A few weeks ago you mentioned your birthday. I think it was a test to see if I remembered your birthdate. I played along, acted dumb. It was fun, for me. I'm sure you thought I was a crappy girlfriend for forgetting your birthday. But, I knew it. I'm good like that. Ha.
I had it all planned out. I was going to make you a delicious white cake with white icing. I was even going to have a pint of your favorite chocolate peanut butter
I know our dinner didn't start out as planned, either. However, it ended up being very nice. I'm sorry the cupcakes didn't turn out as planned, either. Next year I'm just buying the damn thing.
This past year has been absolutely amazing. You have brought so much love and happiness into my life. I haven't had a breath of fresh air like this probably since A was born. You have allowed me to know what it's like to be loved by someone. I know I haven't been the best girlfriend, but I swear I'm trying. I know I can be too tough on you, even a little too blunt sometimes. I'm sorry about that. I'll try to be more compassionate.
I'm looking forward to the future we'll have together. I'm not sure what's in store, but I'm excited. Happy Birthday Honey, I love you ttthhiiiissss much.
PS: Next year will be better, I promise!
Wednesday, October 22
Yesterday afternoon when I called the new leasing company the lady told me someone would deliver the new fridge in the morning, by noon. I called her back today at 1:30 since I still had not heard from anyone. Of course when I called, no one answered, so I left a voice mail. The manager returned my call twenty minutes later to ask what I needed. It went a little something like this...
T: Yes, is this IDT?
T: I'm returning your call, what do you need?
Me: You told me someone would deliver a new fridge by lunch, it's almost two now and I haven't heard from anyone.
T: You haven't talked to Tim?
Me: Um, No. If I had talked to "Tim", I wouldn't have called you.
T: Well, he called me yesterday. He said he would have it delivered this morning, so I don't know what to tell you.
Me: So I'm just suppose to wait around all day and hope someone brings me a fridge?
T: I don't know what to tell you. Someone should be there eventually.
Me: Whatever. *hang up phone & cry*
After I finished crying, I googled Florida Renter's Rights. I called a local company to ask what rights we had. After I talked to the very helpful gentleman I felt better. A few minutes later, "Tim" called. He asked if I was home and he said he would be here in thirty minutes. Twenty-five minutes later, he arrived with a new fridge. He put it in and left.
Six hours later, the fridge is cold but the ice maker doesn't work. It's old, dented, and a lot smaller than the other one. Did I mention it really needs to be scrubbed down? NYEBoy is livid at this point. Why can't they just give us what we signed the lease for? I'm really emotional and upset about this. I just want a normal fridge that works and makes ice.
Tomorrow is NYEBoy's birthday and I can't even make a cake or get ice cream without having to throw away eggs or ice cream since we don't have a fridge.
This is what we woke up to this morning.
Seriously...can we say l-a-w-y-e-r?
Monday, October 20
All was going well until last month when the old leasing company sold our contract to a new leasing company. We got an eviction notice on the door stating they hadn't received payment and we needed to get the fuck out in three days. I immediately got on the phone with the new leasing company to find out what was going on. A
The new company told us they couldn't do anything with the check because it was written to the old company. The old company told us they couldn't write the new company a check until that one had cleared and they only write checks out once a week, so it could be two weeks before they could help us.
Mean while, the new company lets us know there is a $5 fee every single day we are late. They aren't exactly pleased we can't get ahold of NYEBoy's dad but by e-mail once a week, either. After nearly three weeks of phone calls, there is a check for this month and next month being overnighted to the new company. Thank.God.
Sounds stressful enough, right? Now let me add the tidbit in where our fridge went out two days after getting that letter and it's still out! They won't come out and fix it, they keep giving us the run around, but I know it's because of the rent drama. I've been so upset about not having a fridge my blood is boiling at this point. I am even half tempted to talk to a lawyer to find out what we can do.
I feel bad for the new company because the old company is lying to them, but seriously this is beyond pathetic about not fixing the fridge. I had also gone shopping earlier the day our fridge went out. So not only have I not had fridge food for this long, I also lost a lot of food too. New leasing company apparently could give two shits.
Friday, October 17
Last week on The View they talked about an organization called Army of Women. They are looking for a million women of all ages and ethnicities to participate in breast cancer research studies. The goal is to unite women with the researchers to create a movement beyond a cure by creating ways to study breast cancer and how to prevent it. When I signed up the number was around 154,300 women, today it's over 207,000 women. So I challenge each and every woman to sign up and join this organization.
I also would like for you to remember to visit The Breast Cancer Site daily. Not only do they have the cutest pink ribbon attire and accessories, their sponsors donate money based on how many visits they get each month to help fund mammograms for women in need. You can click once a day. This month their main sponsor will also donate an additional 200 mammograms if they reach enough clicks to donate 500 mammograms. It only takes a second! And while you're at it, add their banner to your blog and pass it to your friends. It will help you remember to click once a day and invite others to do the same.
For all those that have lost the battle, for all those that are fighting the battle, and for all those that have won the battle, this is for you!
Thursday, October 16
smell my feet,
give me something good to eat.
If you don't,
I don't care,
I'm still driving up there!
Mark your calendars folks, I'm coming home Halloween! I'm going to go trick-or-treating with the piglet, visiting a few friends I didn't have time to see before I left, stopping by work, and voting! The kid and I are going to come back down to Tallie after I vote and we will come back with NYEBoy the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.
I'm so exited to have her down here. NYEBoy wants to take her to see Dinosaur Live. We also have plans to visit my aunt and uncle in Orlando, possibly going to Disney, and going to the beach. She says she misses me on the phone when we talk. Aw. I can't wait to see my family and going to work. I miss them, a little. Heh.
Wednesday, October 15
Clerk rings bag of apples - ERROR!
Clerk rings bag of apples again - ERROR!
Clerk rings bags of apples yet again - ERROR!
Clerk: Do you want these?
Me: Um, yeah.
Clerk: How much were dees?
Me: I don't know.
Clerk; Im'ma have to call uh manager.
Clerk to Manger: She don't know how much dees are, do you know?
Manager to Clerk: No, go check check the sign.
Clerk to Me: Where you get dees from?
Me: *pause* Electronics aisle 5 beside the DVD players.
Clerk: They $4.12, do you want them?
Me: Um, No.
Moral of the story? The apples are in the produce section and I won't pay $4.12 for a small bag of dem.
Tuesday, October 14
Fridge lost it's charge.
Thank you for writing on the paper towel on the counter instead of using the number on the fridge that says "InDueTime Cell #" to let me know the problem. Were you able to locate the charge? Should I make missing signs or just wait it out? Please let me know something, anything, as soon as you can. This whole living out of a lunch box with a bag of ice thing, yeah, it fucking sucks.
PS: When you decide to come back, please make sure you bring a towel and elbow grease with you when you return, because the black marker bled threw and now my counter top looks like a dalmatian puppy. PETA would be pissed and we can't have that!
Saturday, October 11
When NYEBoy went to go get dinner tonight, I told him to pick me up ice or a cold drink. When he got back he only had cold pizza, because getting me a cold drink I didn't normally pick up was better than nothing at all. Tonight for dinner, I had cold pizza and hot coke.
On the bright side, my cycle started yesterday.
Friday, October 10
On a side note, I am on cycle day 52 today. This sucks. I haven't had a cycle over 44 days but once since last year. Sigh. It's so frustrating. I hate my body some times.
Thursday, October 9
I know I have said it before, but I'll say it again, I don't deserve NYEBoy. I know without a doubt this man loves me with all his heart. He gives me everything I need and anything I want. However, I am a complete bitch to him. I feel bad about it, but I don't stop it. I know when I am about to say something to him negatively that his feelings are going to get hurt, but I still say it.
Who cares if he takes a nap? Who cares what or how much he eats or what time? Who cares if he doesn't pick up his laundry? Who cares if he doesn't put the toilet lid down? Who cares if he only watches CNN? Who cares if he would rather eat out than have you cook? Who cares if he doesn't want to walk and would rather have you pick him up every day?
Um, that would be me, I do. I wish I could just bite my tongue more often, but if I do that, then I get pissed of and start resenting him. Wake up. Don't eat that. Don't eat this late. Put the clothes away. Put the toilet seat down. Watch something else. Let me cook. Drive yourself to school today.
I don't know what's wrong with me. Whatever the reason, I've got to get over it before I run this guy off. Well, before he runs me off. Sigh.
Wednesday, October 8
Seriously, they just can't win. They just can't!
Monday, October 6
I can't believe it!
Are you wondering what the fuck I'm talking about?
I'm almost speechless
Can you handle it?
Are you sure?
I am proud to show you, FINALLY, the answer to my prayers
What?? Who says you can't pray for answers to your dryer drama! I know you weren't expecting a picture of something else were you? So what's your vote, is is the jolly green giants belly button lint, the start of NYEBoy's Christmas present, OR a lot of fucking lint?
Sunday, October 5
I thought I would be ready to work by tomorrow morning, but I'm really not. How long is it really suppose to take to unpack once you've moved? Am I being unrealistic thinking it should have all been done in a week? Maybe I am being a tad too harsh on myself. Perhaps I am feeling guilty because instead of unpacking the living room yesterday, while channel surfing for some background noise, I found this. Instead of unpacking, I sat down to watch a few minutes of the show around 10am, but when I looked up it was past 4 and I still hadn't had lunch. Yeah, but O-M-G, it was fun being that lazy!
The kitchen is so tiny, I'm having a hard time finding any fucking room to unpack the boxes of stuff I brought, much less any food. Hence the reasons I only bought two liters.
Both bathrooms are a wreck. There is a path to the toilet in one and a path to the shower in the other, through all the boxes labeled BATHROOM. How does one go from having one bathroom but having enough boxes to fill up two? Don't even ask... He tried to. Ha.
My office is nice, but I am not sure what I am doing with all my inventory that is still in the living room, which was suppose to fit in the office. Our closet is even packed full of my inventory instead of our clothes. Why is that? Because my clothes are still in boxes, so is my hair stuff, and I'm walking around here looking like a hot mess. Did I mention I was planning on starting to work from home tomorrow? Doing my online stuff, but I can't even find my camera? Yeah.
The bedroom is halfway done, I just need to take the faux desk step up we have going on because I was going to make a work area for NYEBoy in the living room, but it's being overrun with my inventory, at the moment.
My biggest pet peeve, besides eating out for two or three meals a day for a week, is my laundry space. Do you have any idea what type of hell the leasing company is going to get from me tomorrow? Because since they don't return my calls for three days, I'm showing up in person. The "dryer" takes six or seven spins to dry. I've only been able to dry three loads of laundry in about three days. FUCKING PATHETIC. Seriously!
Alright, well I must go. I promised the mister rou.gh sex before I take my shower. And by rough I'm not talking about waking up the neighbors on both sides of us, whatsmynamebitch type sex. I'm talking my Venus is packed some where near my hair stuff so don't hurt yourself on them there legs kind of sex. I just hope he doesn't wake up the neighbors when he feels them sexy legs of mine. Poor guy.
Saturday, October 4
Next time, please either stay at home or use the correct check out lane.
The infertile & her 6-2 liters
Friday, October 3
I'm upstairs in the bedroom, do you think the little shit can climb the stairs?
Cuz I'm Skeerriddddddd.
Thursday, October 2
As we drove to dinner tonight, we passed a store called "The Sleep Gallery". I giggled as I told him that's what our house was called today.
Wednesday, October 1
Although I don't think NYEBoy has read the last entry, I'm sure he will in the next day or so. And even though I think it took me going off on him this morning for him to help, he finally sucked it up and helped.
We decided since we both have so much stuff and NYEBoy feels closed up in the third room, we have turned that into a storage room to avoid having to pay for a storage unit. I am going to set up a desk and book case in the dining area.
My ankles are finally feeling a bit better. I can actually walk down the stairs normally without falling down. However, my back doesn't feel like it's getting any better. It doesn't hurt much during the day. It's just when I wake up. I can barely turn over, it feels like someone has kicked me in my upper back, making it difficult to breath.
I think I will actually meet my goal of being ready to start working Monday, maybe by this weekend even.