tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688514846641612032024-03-13T03:03:52.984-07:00If it isnt one thing, its another!if you dont see your blog listed on my blogroll and you would like it there, email me at mommycrisp at yahoo dot comSamanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.comBlogger404125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-40604502629571155112011-06-28T13:40:00.000-07:002011-06-28T13:58:43.685-07:00No Free Wi-FiI just had some chick get mad because I wouldn't give her the password to access the shop Wi-Fi.<br /><br />What the hell? <br /><br />Did you think this was McDonalds? Are you really going to get pissed for not being online for 20 damn minutes while you are getting an estimate?<br /><br />Entitled bitch.<br /><br />I can tell she is going to be a real peach to deal with when we fix her truck.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-9450987718311277282011-06-27T08:52:00.000-07:002011-06-27T09:30:29.281-07:00Forever House?My friend texted me this weekend about a house in her neighborhood that was up for sale that we might like.<br /><br />OMG. We do like it. 4 bedrooms, 2 baths on an acre. For $59,000.<br /><br />Hubbs has done work on this house so he says it is a STEAL for $59k.<br /><br />It is in a 100 year flood plain but I have an idea that would work to prevent water damage. If we were to have a brick wall (maybe 4-5 feet tall) built all the way around with a couple of gates, that would keep the water out as long as we sandbagged the gate openings.<br /><br />And even with property taxes, PMI and the required flood insurance it is very much within our price range. Even on a 15 year loan instead of the standard 30.<br /><br />The only problem is that they have accepted an offer on it and have a back up offer already. But it is for many thousands less than what is being asked. I did some google-ing and found out that they don't necessarily have to let the people with the accepted offer buy it if someone else comes along and offers more.<br /><br />I talked to Hubbs and he told me to call and offer full asking price. I am kinda scared to have a mortgage. We paid cash for the place we are living in now so I have never had to deal with it.<br /><br />Keep your fingers crossed it works out the way we want it to!Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-1624357998984517512011-06-13T08:35:00.001-07:002011-06-13T08:35:44.572-07:00Whoohoo. I am now a mobile blogger!Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-37058354030942181692011-05-02T07:05:00.000-07:002011-05-02T07:19:10.061-07:00Go AmericaWow, so our troops finally got Osama.<br /><br />I am feeling relief mixed with dread. But I am going to give myself at least 1 day to be somewhat happy about it before I let the pessimist in me think about any possible retaliation.<br /><br />Team America, Fuck yeah!Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-13957098177567126162011-04-29T10:26:00.000-07:002011-04-29T10:30:05.949-07:00Wha?Today is Friday???<br /><br />I woke up this morning thinking it was Thursday.<br /><br />Stressing!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Why? My mother-in-law is driving down from Colorado tomorrow for the weekend.<br /><br />Shit. I have so much cleaning to do tonight.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-25284793865126974982011-04-14T07:11:00.000-07:002011-04-14T07:19:42.194-07:00OuchI filled up the Charger with gas last night.<br /><br />Ouch.<br /><br />I started the gas pump and went inside to get the boys some Gatorade. When I came out, the pump was still going and was up to $68. It took $73 to fill up the tank. AND I will probably have to fill up again in 2 weeks.<br /><br />Ugh. I remember when I started driving and could fill up my VW bug for under $15.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-46390567750866597722011-04-13T15:15:00.001-07:002011-04-13T16:40:52.928-07:00Calm Before The StormSo I found out what really happened with my mother and her freak out. I finally dragged it out of my sister. Nobody wanted to tell me because they were afraid I would flip out on her.<br /><br />Where do I begin. The following all happened between the 22nd of last month and the 4th of this month.<br /><br />She told my sister that she was going to call CPS on her and get grandparent's rights.<br />She kept Ollie overnight against my sister's will.<br />She chased my other sister down the street, mom in the car, sis on foot.<br />She drove the car into my brother's front door.<br />She called DH and I to tell us that she saw Hubb's cousin on Dog the Bounty Hunter, which isn't true. In the same conversation, she talked about getting my brother's car fixed. The car was traded in over a year ago. Not a single thing she said in the entire phone call made sense.<br />She called our in-home daycare lady and kept her on the phone for 2 hours just "chatting".<br />She called my boss to ask if I was drunk. That was pretty embarrassing to explain.<br />She has stopped paying the bills. The repo people are going to show up any day now. The insurance has lapsed. The utilities are going to be shut off.<br />She has hid not paying the bills for 3 months from my dad.<br />She asked if she could use my credit card because she found something online that she wanted to buy. When I told her no, we don't have credit cards anymore, she asked me if the bank would let her do a cash advance with only a credit card number and expiration date.<br />She went behind my back and asked Hubbs for money after I told her no.<br />She has put my dad on an allowance.<br />My little sister and her husband (who make minimum wage and is trying to support 2 kids) loaned her $1k to pay the bills with. She didn't pay the bills.<br />She threatened to report my sister's car as stolen. Same goes with the truck they gave to her husband.<br />She has repeatedly told my dad that she was going to shoot him, and then herself. The guns are now hidden at my home.<br />She threatened to take a whole bottle of pills.<br />She told my dad to just divorce her because she wants to be alone.<br />She stands just inside her door and waits for Hubbs to pick up Monk Man from school so she can run her crazy ass down the driveway to try talking to them.<br />She watches Monk Man play on the playground every day from her front yard.<br />She made my grandma (my dad's mom) move out. She blames her for me having issues with my other grandma.<br /><br />I have had nightmares about her sneaking in to our home and trying to take one of my kids. Hubbs has had to start parking in the school parking lot and walking all the way around to pick up Monk Man instead of parking across the street from the school JUST so that she can't ambush him and make the kids talk to her. I have had to call the school and tell them that she isn't allowed anywhere near Monk Man. I made the school put a note in his file that, under no circumstances, is she to pick him up from school. All 3 people that work in the office with me know about what happened. Our daycare lady knows what happened and knows she can't be around them.<br /><br />I hadn't heard anything from her between the 5th of this month until yesterday. It was a little too peaceful. I cringed anytime our home phone rang. The house was all locked up all the time. The kids were supervised in the back yard. I didn't let my cell phone out of my sight.<br /><br />Well, yesterday, she decided to drop in on me at work. Apparently she couldn't wait to give my birthday present to me. But the weird thing is that she was completely normal. Like normal person normal. It was the most bizarre thing ever.<br /><br />After talking it over with my MIL, the boss lady and Hubbs, all 4 of us have come to the conclusion that this is only the calm before the storm. We are just waiting for something else to happen.<br /><br />I am ready to be done with her crazy ass. Really. No more contact. Ever. I am appalled at her behavior. If ANYONE threatened to call CPS on me or broke chairs in front of my kids or threatened me with grandparent's rights, they would be dead to me. And she KNOWS I would do it without a second thought. None of those things happened directly to me but I am still THAT pissed off that it happened at all.<br /><br />Ugh. I could just scream!Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-58554518040338488362011-03-23T19:08:00.000-07:002011-03-24T06:47:00.688-07:00MMOB or not?My mom had a major freak out tonight in front of my nephews. Major as in screaming, cursing, and breaking shit.<br /><br />This is going to be long.<br /><br />Ok, so my mom has always been, well to put it nicely, a little off. She claims that she has been battling depression her entire life. Well, she won't go see a shrink and the pills our gullible doc prescribes her really don't seem to ever work. As soon as she decides that the pills aren't working, she takes herself off of them. Doesn't go back to the doc so he can wean her off of them or anything, like a normal person would.<br /><br />She also does this thing where whenever she feels like she isn't the center of attention all of a sudden she is deathly ill. The best was one Christmas when I was a kid, she decided that she was sick and went to the ER. She convinced some poor ER doc to admit her overnight for observation and missed Christmas. Sadly that is one of the few Christmas' I actually remember.<br /><br />Anyway, sometime over the weekend, she decided that her current meds weren't working and took herself off them. On Tuesday, my dad had to go see a specialist about his shoulder in the city 3 hours away. My mom was supposed to go with him but ended up staying home so my baby sister didn't have to pay a sitter to watch my nephews. She HATES it whenever my dad does anything without her and makes life miserable for for anyone who crosses her path for a couple of days afterwards. So I expected her to act all bent out of shape when I called that afternoon to find out what the specialist said but I underestimated how bent out of shape she really was.<br /><br />I called the house and my oldest little sister answered the phone. I asked to talk to my mom. She gave the phone to my mom and this was the conversation:<br />Mom: Who is this?<br />Me: Who do you think it is, it's me. How did Dads appointment go?<br />Mom: I don't know. Ask him yourself.<br />And she hands him the phone. I talk to him for a minute and then go back to working.<br /><br />After work, I picked up the boys and they wanted to go over and see my nephews. I saw my mom standing at the front window when we were walking across the sidewalk. By the time I got the boys inside, she had ran off to her room. I go into the living room where everybody else is and the first thing they tell me is that mom is "sick" again. Ok, well, whatever. We said hi to my nephews, I tell my dad about how the cat caught his very first mouse and we leave.<br /><br />So now it is Tuesday. The boys wanted to stop by to see my nephews again so we did. My dad was standing at the stove cooking dinner and as I walked by, he told me that I probably shouldn't stay long. I asked if everything was ok and he told me to go talk to my sister.<br /><br />According to my sister, my baby sister dropped off the boys before she went to work. My mom must have been shitty to her yesterday too because she had a "talk" with her. My baby sister left and my mom comes roaring into the kitchen, screaming and cussing (my mom isn't a curser) about something. I have no idea what that something was, my grandma butted herself into the conversation before I could find out. This is when I find out that my mom had decided to take herself off her meds. Anyway my mom started grabbing the kitchen chairs and hitting them on the ground. She broke 6 out of the 8 chairs and ran back into her room. My sister said it was chaos.<br /><br />That whole meltdown happened in front of my nephews. Now, the baby is barely 4 months old but Ollie is 2 1/2. He doesn't need to see that shit. I know I would have flipped my lid if my boys had seen something like that from my mother. My oldest little sister is 24 and was scared. I can't imagine how scary that nonsense would have been for a 2 year old.<br /><br />It makes me sick to my stomach that I didn't pack up those boys and bring them home with me. But the only thing I was thinking about was getting my own boys out of that house before something else happened. If we are ever in that situation again, I will be bringing ALL the boys over to my house.<br /><br />So now I need advice. Do I talk to my baby sister about finding a different daycare situation ASAP or do I keep my nose out of it and hope that she does the right thing?<br /><br />Do I try to talk to my dad about maybe forcing my mom to get some real help (an intervention or maybe even committing her temporarily) or do I keep my opinion to myself and hope somebody figures it out?Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-34494512391347961602011-03-22T18:25:00.000-07:002011-03-22T18:25:00.534-07:00Career WomanOh crap! Did I forget to mention that I have started embarking on my career?<br /><br />Not just my job (which I still LOVE) but my CAREER.<br /><br />What is it? Are you sitting down?<br /><br />I am starting my very own Event Planning Business. I am going to focus on weddings but I will offer party planning services as well.<br /><br />I can't begin to tell you how flucking excited I am to be starting this. And actually following through with it!<br /><br />More details to come. I promise.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-27032279862512363152011-03-22T15:20:00.000-07:002011-03-22T16:18:29.626-07:00Am I Pushing Them Too Hard?I was reading on Monk Man's birth board and the post I read was about how independent your 5 year old is. I was SHOCKED at some of the things I read that average 5 year old kids were not doing.<br /><br />Just a few of the things that made me go, what the hell?:<br />~~Not showering/bathing alone<br />Monk Man has been showering and taking baths alone since he was 3. I even trust him enough to put Bobblehead in there with him once in a while. And even HE takes showers and baths alone most of the time.<br /><br />~~Not wiping their own asses<br />Really? Gross. I stopped wiping asses when they stopped wearing diapers. It is part of my potty training process. It is simple...you go, you wipe, you flush.<br /><br />~~Not pouring their own drinks<br />I can understand this. At 5, they are clumsy as hell and make scary messes. But they also learn how to help clean up their messes. If mom and dad ALWAYS pour the drinks, the kids never learn how to do it themselves.<br /><br />~~Not getting their own stall in a public restroom<br />I give my boys plenty of privacy. Bobblehead is still too young to be trusted alone in a public restroom. There are just too many cool things to play with and break in there. But Monk Man? Of course he goes to the bathroom alone. If we are at a place that we know well, like local restaurants, he goes alone. If we are at a very crowded place or out of town, Hubbs or I walk him to the bathroom door but we wait outside.<br /><br />~~Not dressing themselves<br />The boys have jeans and tshirts, shorts are added in the summer and coats are added in the winter. If it is an issue with the clothes not matching, well, it's kinda hard to screw up jeans and tshirts. I did that on purpose. They also know which clothes are theirs, Monk Mans are the big ones and Bobbleheads are the little ones. If they happen to get confused, we laugh about it and they go try again. I have tried my damnedest to make getting dressed very easy for them to do.<br /><br />~~Not brushing their own hair<br />Ok, this one is just silly if you have a boy. I can understand the girls needing help. But boys? Boy hair is awesomely easy. Monk Man has a Mohawk and does it himself. Bobblehead has a buzz cut but is able to run a comb through it if needed.<br /><br />What the shit, right? My 3 year old can do most of this stuff.<br /><br /><br /><br />But then I started feeling bad. Just a little though.<br /><br />It made me question what my boys ARE doing. Is it NOT normal for them to be able to do things on their own? Am I pushing them too hard? Am I going to screw them up and cause them to need therapy because I won't wipe their asses or make them, <span style="font-style: italic;">gasp</span>, play out in the backyard, <span style="font-style: italic;">double gasp</span>, unsupervised?Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-62542754065430787592011-03-22T08:18:00.000-07:002011-03-22T08:24:43.107-07:00Remember Me?Well, here is another attempt at getting myself back into blogging. I have a few posts in the works but in the meantime, check out this blog, <a href="http://www.impossibleliving.com/">impossibleliving</a>, for some very neat abandoned places photos.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-43884704149647587892010-06-21T12:50:00.000-07:002011-02-17T14:17:39.212-08:00HairWell, here is the new cut! I like it a lot more than I thought I would.<br /><br /><br /><br />I have no idea what happened to my bangs today. It is hot, humid and windy so I guess that is whats wrong??Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-34394075308491100252010-06-17T16:04:00.000-07:002010-06-17T16:23:52.371-07:00HairI have an appointment to get my hair cut tonight.<br /><br />I am a little embarassed to admit that I am stressing about it. My hands are clammy and I have been sweating like a pig all day.<br /><br />Ugh. Why can't I have normal hang ups like everybody else?!?<br /><br />I am seriously so anxious about it I feel like I have to throw up. It is just a freaking haircut!<br /><br />In my defense, I haven't had a haircut in over 5 years. My hair is L.O.N.G. Long like it touches my ass. And I am planning on cutting it ALL off. Short like chin length maybe. And bangs. The last time I had it cut, it was shoulder length and I hated it.<br /><br />Hubbs and I even got in an argument about it yesterday morning. I said I was only going to have 4-5 inches cut off. He told me he thought I would look hot with it shorter. I said no, I don't think so. He said I was boring. So I told him he was an asshole and I went to work.<br /><br />Stupid huh. See, we don't fight about things very often. And we don't fight about important things. We only fight about stupid shit that doesn't really matter in the long run. Like the length of my hair.<br /><br />Awwww shit. I just realized I am probably going to have to learn how to use a blow dryer and a curling iron.<br /><br />Hopefully, tomorrow I will have some pictures to post!Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-74614271418765323212010-06-16T16:34:00.000-07:002010-06-16T16:41:57.886-07:00Not Really Sure How To FeelI just found out my baby sister is pregnant again.<br /><br />She told my mom this morning. She is due the end of December.<br /><br />Her and Nick (I think that is his name) are getting married. Not sure when, not sure where.<br /><br />Holy shit.<br /><br />I am in such shock right now.<br /><br />I know it doesn't make any difference on their decision but I don't know how to feel about it. The only thing I do know is that I hope she doesn't go completely bat shit psycho like the last time she was pregnant.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-72385605686697246162010-06-02T15:03:00.000-07:002010-06-02T16:30:36.383-07:00Water DuhWe ended up not going camping for Memorial Day weekend because Hubbs went to work.<br /><br />We went to the Creek instead. It is really called Clear Creek but it is anything but clear. It is about 9 miles out of town and is THE place to be in the summer. You can swim, fish, BBQ, camp, hike, and even geocache.<br /><br />We went out Sunday evening after our naps but I didn't let the boys get in the water. I didn't plan on ending up there, we just got in the car and started driving around, so I didn't bring our swimsuits. We walked up and down the beach for about an hour. The boys were complaining that they were bored so we left and got root beer floats at Sonic before heading home.<br /><br />On Monday, I was prepared. I woke up before them and put all their shovels, rakes and buckets in the trunk of the car. When they got up, I dressed them in their swimsuits and took them to Wal-mart (barefoot) to get the yearly supply of sandals. Then we went back to the Creek. They were super excited to be able to get into the water and play in the sand!<br /><br />They were so excited that Bobblehead ended up running a little bit too far into the water and his clumsy ass tripped. Sploosh! I had JUST yelled at him for it maybe 2 minutes before. I was only about 5-6 feet away so he wasn't under the water for more than a few seconds. He honestly did a pretty good job at trying to keep his head above the water. I grabbed him, set him back up on his feet and made both boys come sit on the rocks with me for a little while.<br /><br />I totally jumped on the chance to talk to them about how important it is to listen to me at all times. I tried to explain that I am a little bit more careful when we are around water because they can't swim and if they were to fall into the water I would have a hard time finding them because the water is so murky from the dirt. I am not sure Bobblehead understood what I was trying to tell them, but I know Monk Man did.<br /><br />Being the overly cautious mom that I am, I picked up 2 bright red life jackets while I was out shopping for work. The boys tried them on yesterday and LOVED them. I am not seeing them giving me ANY hassle about wearing them. Hopefully the weather will stay nice so we can go this weekend.<br /><br />I am really surprised at how uncomfortable I felt putting on my swimsuit! I can honestly say that I have very few body image issues. Sure, I have spots that jiggle and a lot of stretch marks and am SO pale. But that is all part of who I am and I can totally say that I am ok with my body at this point. But when I put my swimsuit and walked around the house (ugh not even out in public yet) I felt waaay to exposed. I ended up keeping my halter top on and putting jeans on instead of the swimsuit bottoms. Even semi-covered up I still felt so uncomfortable that I considered not even going at all.<br /><br />By the end of the summer, I vow to be over whatever body issue I have all of a sudden developed. I can't let my boys miss out on having fun because I have this crazy hang up now.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-21240462852355140122010-05-29T06:55:00.000-07:002010-05-29T07:28:14.095-07:00Finally OverWe are finally done with the T-ball season.<br /><br />Thank goodness.<br /><br />This whole having 2-3 games a week at 4:00 was starting to get old. It is really hard for me to ask to leave early. I usually don't have any problems asserting myself at work but leaving early and taking days off makes me feel a little bad. Weird huh?<br /><br />Plus it was getting kinda expensive!<br />$35 for enrollment<br />$85 for pictures<br />$25 for pants and socks<br />$10 for new shoes<br />$25 for a glove<br />$35 for a bigger glove<br />$50 for a glove for Hubbs<br />$25 for a Tee<br />$5 for a ball<br />(all close estimates)<br /><br />Plus trips to the concession stand for Bobbleheads snacks to keep him from running around annoying everyone else around us. Yes, I admit it. I kept my 2 year old busy by stuffing his face with nachos, cheese fries, sno cones, ring pops, hot dogs, corn dogs, jerky, granola bars and whatever else I could get my hands on.<br /><br />Oh and then there was the $30 I had to fork out for raffle tickets because I will not go around begging people to buy tickets to "win" a free oil change. I put the " because the raffle really isn't ever held. It is just another ploy to sucker people out of money.<br /><br />Can you tell that I am not happy with how this whole thing turned out? But I will suck it up and let Monk Man play again next year because it makes him happy.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-87262892800717001042010-05-28T13:05:00.000-07:002010-05-28T14:02:32.910-07:00Where Did That Come FromLast night, after the boys went to bed, Hubbs and I were sitting in the living room, watching some cake baking show.<br /><br />Hubbs: Just found out Erin is having another baby.<br />Me: Hmmm. That's nice.<br />Hubbs: You know, that makes her even with us.<br />Me: Yep.<br />Hubbs: We should have another baby. So, you know, we can stay ahead.<br />Me: (mouth dropping open and shaking my head back and forth) Oh no. No no no!<br />Hubbs: You don't want another baby?<br />Me: Fuuuuuuuck no.<br />Hubbs: Can we get another dog then?<br />Me: If it keeps you from even THINKING about us having another baby, yes. I will even let you go pick it out yourself.<br /><br />I love my boys but the thought of getting pregnant again makes me want to run far far away. I am totally ok with adoption (of course) or even foster parenting in the future.<br /><br />Ugh.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-50787299778822026262010-05-26T16:24:00.000-07:002010-05-26T16:51:19.707-07:00Busy Busy Busy!Whoah! Has the past month been a whirlwind for anyone else??!!!??<br /><br />SO much has happened since my last post.<br /><br />My baby sister asked me and Hubbs if we would be willing to take Ollie (my nephew) if anything were to happen to her. Of course we said of course. Hubbs told my mom that we would be willing to take him right now if they would let us. Poor little guy just needs a family that would really love him. His sperm donor signed away all of his parental rights after a DNA test gave us proof that he was indeed the father. And my baby sister treats Ollie like an inconvenience. Yep, I would be more than happy to adopt my nephew.<br /><br />Hubbs brought home a notice from work saying he was being offered a chance to relocate to Denver with a huge bonus. We are seriously considering it. The only thing we are waiting on is to hear back from one of the train masters to see if he has the right kind of seniority or whatever. I am SO excited at the possibility of being able to start over!<br /><br />Monk Man is almost done with T-ball. Friday is his last game of the season. I am very much ready for that shit to be over with.<br /><br />Hubbs and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary. He bought me a laptop. I didn't buy him shit. I felt a little guilty about it but then I found out that he bought something himself.<br /><br />Which brings me to the next topic. Hubbs bought a motor home yesterday. This big ass motor home has been living in my FIL's back yard for years. It belongs to step-MIL's parents. They live a few hours away and come down here during the summer because it gets super hot where they live. They pack up their motor home and hide in the woods all summer. They decided that they are getting too old for it and asked FIL to sell it for them. Which he did. To Hubbs.<br /><br />So guess who gets to get a loan to pay for the damn thing? And get insurance? And find a place to store it? Ding Ding Ding. Me! AND all this needs to be done by Friday afternoon because we have plans to go camping over the 3 day weekend.<br /><br />Ugh.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-48442530480019189532010-04-29T06:35:00.000-07:002010-04-29T07:02:42.336-07:00Damn This WindWe have been having a horrible windstorm (70 mph gusts) since around 10:00 yesterday morning. The highway has been shut down since 11:00 am because the dirt blowing around is so thick that you cant see 5 feet in front of you. Since the highway is shut down, there are semi trucks and RVs parked on every street on both sides. It is close to impossible to drive down the main roads. All us locals are having to use the back roads. It sucks. And it gets worse.<br /><br />Well, as I was going to bed last night, I happened to look out the kitchen window into the back yard. Our trampoline had flown around the laundry room, over a 4-foot fence, over a 15-foot crab apple tree, over another 4-foot fence, and into our neighbors side yard. It was sitting on its side against their house. I stood there for a few seconds in shock. After I composed myself, I made Hubbs get off his ass to come look.<br /><br />After he saw that I wasn't kidding, he called our neighbors to come out and look too. They were amazed that nothing was busted and their DirecTv satellite was still intact. Between the 4 of us, we got the trampoline off its side (it is straddling the fence, half on our side and half on their side) and secured by tie-ing it to the fence and are going to deal with getting it back where it is supposed to go as soon as the wind dies down.<br /><br />Ugh. I would have never thought that the wind would get so bad that our trampoline would go flying through the air. I would bet that it weighs 200+ pounds. We are SO lucky that no one was outside when it happened and that nothing was damaged. I am going to order trampoline anchors this morning so it doesn't happen again.<br /><br />At least we get to go pick up our new car today?Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-25730960482527898262010-04-28T15:56:00.000-07:002010-04-28T16:27:39.289-07:00New CarWell, we bought a new car today.<br /><br />We went to see an Impala and ended up with a bright red Dodge Charger.<br /><br />The Impala was what we had decided on but then we found out the Charger was only $1k more. That was the end of the Impala.<br /><br />I FINALLY have a fun car again.<br /><br />I am SO not sad to see the HHR go bye bye. The car place is giving us the payoff amount ($7k) so we wont have to roll anything into the new loan.<br /><br />Even better? We don't need a co-signer. Hubbs and I brought our credit scores up enough to qualify on our own with a decent interest rate. AND we are going to pay it off early. Right now we have $8k in credit card debt (down from $40k+ a few years ago) . Since Hubbs is working again, these will (hopefully) all be paid off in 4 months. Then we are going to start making higher payments on the car to get it paid off in 2 years, maybe less.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-78135356824814311552010-04-26T05:10:00.001-07:002010-04-26T05:25:10.570-07:00Stressing OutBobblehead is having dental surgery in a few hours, so here I am, at the butt crack of dawn and I am stressed out. He is only 2 and already has 3 cavities. We brush every morning and every night before bed and they still have cavities. Monk Man's teeth are worse.<br /><br />Our pediatric dentist says that they just have soft teeth but I still feel like shit about it. My stupid mommy guilt makes me feel like there should have been something I could do to prevent it.<br /><br />So he has his appointment at 9 but we have to be there early at 7:30 for paperwork and other stuff. That means I have to leave town at 6:30 to get there on time. The procedure is scheduled for 2 hours and then observation for however long it takes for him to wake up. Then that horrible hour drive home.<br /><br />And somehow I have to figure out a time to go to the town on the other side of us to get Monk Man's birth certificate today too. Kindergarten sign ups are Wednesday and he needs an actual birth certificate. We only have a certificate of live birth and they won't accept that. I don't get it at all. It was good enough to get on State assistance but not good enough to get into school. Stupid but whatever.<br /><br />Ugh. This is going to be one long ass day. Keep us in your thoughts today!Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-16246152283927216362010-04-22T09:06:00.000-07:002010-04-22T09:06:00.121-07:00Small AppliancesHow do you all store your small appliances?<br /><br />I have a hall closet that I am trying to organize. It is my project for the rest of the week and weekend. Eventually I would like to be able to put our extra sheets and blankets in it instead of them being stacked a mile high on my dresser. My problem is that the hall closet is full of the small appliances that I don't have room for on the kitchen counter.<br /><br />This is what all is in the closet: Belgian Waffle Iron, George Foreman Grill, hand mixer, small crockpot, electric can opener, electric griddle, a bunch of cookie cutters, a double boiler, a toaster, a Fry Daddy, Iced Tea Maker, another deep fryer, toaster oven, an electric cheese grater thing, bread machine, large crockpot, stand mixer and a spare coffee maker.<br /><br />We use about half that stuff at least once a week, about 1/4 of the stuff once or twice a month and the other 1/4 just once in a while.<br /><br />All of my kitchen cabinets are full of stuff we use (almost) every day. The cabinet above my stove has my glass baking dishes. Next to that are the plates and bowls. In the corner top are my "good" dishes and cups. In the corner bottom are my pots and pans. In the top cabinet next to that are my cookbooks. Above my sink is cereal and assorted breakfast stuff. Under my sink are dog treats, dish soap, baggies, trash bags, chips and canning jars. Top 2 cabinets next to the sink are my Tupperware type stuff, round in one, square in another. The last 2 top cabinets have liquor in them. The bottom last cabinet has mixing bowls and the long BBQ grill utensils like tongs and flippers.<br /><br />I guess I *could* put some of the things on the kitchen counter, like the toaster, the can opener and maybe the George Foreman grill. I just hate how cluttered it looks and how it takes up the counter space. It is bad enough with the microwave and the good coffee pot there right now.<br /><br />I would LOVE to be able to put in an island to store it all in but then I wouldn't have room for the kitchen table. Is there any way that an island could be used as a dining space? I honestly have no idea because I am not really in to that kind of stuff.<br /><br />Help!!!! Links to whatever you suggest are very much appreciated. I am off to Google some things.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-78194704906330558612010-04-21T09:52:00.000-07:002010-04-21T09:53:23.396-07:0028Happy Birthday to ME!Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-57316296590725088082010-04-19T21:22:00.000-07:002010-04-19T21:48:59.766-07:00It's 9:30 P.M.and I should be getting ready for bed.<br /><br />But what am I doing? Listening to Billy Idol and painting my kitchen.<br /><br />Well, painting with primer and not the whole kitchen, just where the stove is going tomorrow.<br /><br />The old stove got taken out and I almost threw up when I saw what kind of yuck I was dealing with. There was so much gross under the stove it was embarrassing. I was hunkered down with my teeny broom and dustpan sweeping up the dog food when I noticed the mouse poop. Barf. We haven't fed the dogs in the kitchen in over a year so I have convinced myself that the poo was from then. The floor got bleached and then I scrubbed it with 409 and a toothbrush. My floors are now cleaner than they were when the tile was installed.<br /><br />And the walls. OMG the walls were just as nasty. The areas I can reach are clean but behind the stove is another story. It was so bad that after scrubbing with 1)Vinegar, 2) 409 and then 3) a Mr Clean Magic Eraser, it still looked horrible. Some spots I had scrubbed the paint off and other spots were stained.<br /><br />So I decided to primer it. It should be dry now.<br /><br />Off to put a 2nd coat on the walls and find a mouse trap. Just. In. Case.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568851484664161203.post-48546801155934312352010-04-19T16:08:00.000-07:002010-04-19T16:32:02.359-07:00I Broke ItSo...............I broke my oven.<br /><br />*snort*<br /><br />Ok, everybody show me your surprised face!<br /><br />The last time I used it, I baked a cake. When I tried to use it Thursday night, it wouldn't work. The pilot light comes on but the gas can't get to the flame.<br /><br />Friday night, I kept turning the knob and listening for the gas to hiss but nothing. Plus I kicked it a couple of times, just in case kicking something that was broken would magically make it work again.<br /><br />Saturday was crazy busy with T-ball opening day crap so I didn't even think about the oven.<br /><br />Sunday I was craving Baked Mac & Cheese so I broke down and called my dad. He came by, got his old ass on the floor, opened up the little oven thing on the bottom and said......"The gas isn't getting to your pilot light."<br /><br />No shit dad! That is what I told you over the phone. LoL <br /><br />He says that it would cost more to fix it than to buy a new stove since there isn't anyone here in town that we know of that fixes appliances.<br /><br />Today, my parents met me at the furniture store and I picked out a new stove. I told the store owner to put it on Hubbs' account but my parents insisted on paying for it.<br /><br />My old stove was at least 7 years old but probably closer to 15. We got it used from a family friends estate sale. It was plain and hillbilly. There were only 3 knobs on it when we got it, 2 burners and the oven knob. We ended up losing 1 of the burner knobs years ago. Plus the back two burners didn't work. It was defiantly time for something new.<br /><br />My new stove has a self cleaning oven, a timer and a clock, plus a simmer burner. The self cleaning oven and the simmer burner are tied as to which feature I am most excited about. Oh, and it is white! Not off white and black like the old one or avocado green like what was in there when we moved in.<br /><br />How lame am I to be SO excited over such a simple stove? I really can't wait for it to be installed tomorrow because I am TIRED of the microwave and the crockpot.<br /><br />The bad thing is that as soon as the old stove is moved out tonight, I get to start scrubbing the walls and floors to get all the yuck off. I had other plans for tonight: sitting on my ass in front of the T.V. But at least it is something that I can cross off my spring cleaning list.Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12863975769664722020noreply@blogger.com1