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We’re OK

August 22, 2007

We personally are not flooded, but the city and county sure are. The flood has reached “historic proportions,” and apparently the governor is in town. Thank god we stayed away from the flood zone when we bought the house.


Biggest. Purchase. Ever.

April 13, 2007

The house
Originally uploaded by Dani H..

We’re homeowners. HomeOWNERS. Have been for about a month and a half. And you know what? It doesn’t really feel any different.

Maybe it’s because we aren’t totally done with the rental (lease is up at the end of the month; couldn’t get out of it). Maybe it’s because there are still boxes all over the place (I really should have taken a week off to move and get settled in). Maybe it’s because – well, honestly, I don’t know why. We’ve already have a few things happen that really should have made it sink in.

What you can’t see from the photos is how we got three hot showers before the water heater crapped out (I got the fourth shower).

You can’t see how we seem to have some sort of plumbing issue that I noticed today gets worse after I do a load of laundry.

You can’t see the screwy wiring for the dryer that causes it to only work on the high setting, and it usually needs run at least twice and sometimes three times. Also, it works better if you leave the garage light on.

You will see the traps in the back yard for the possum, but you won’t see the two dead possums Dave had to fish out from under the deck that were attracting a third possum, hence the need for the traps.

But, the water heater was covered by our home warranty so we got a brand new one for WAY less than what it would have been. We have a plumber coming on Monday. The wiring will be taken care of eventually.

And the traps are gone now. No possum was caught, but the same squirrel was caught twice in the same trap. And after seeing it up close and personal I have to say they are crazy little animals.

The cats adjusted relatively quickly, and Rusty needed no time at all, of course. And he loves loves loves his back yard. I really can’t wait for it to warm up and not be rainy so we can just hang out outside and not get cold (me) and muddy (Rusty).

I’m off to check on the dryer, so go look at the floors that Dave & my dad put down, and be sure to check out Rusty racing around the yard!

Anger, Akron & advice

May 18, 2005

Sometimes anger is a good thing. I wish it was a good thing more often, since I seem to be angry all the time these days, but at least Sunday it made me a bit productive. I got so mad yet again about having 50,000 boxes crammed into closets and put in the garage without having been sorted through when we moved A YEAR AGO that I actually threw a bunch of crap out, found three (small) things to put in a garage sale (that we may or may not have, but at least it was mentioned), and made a little more space in one of the downstairs closets. Not a big victory, but a victory nonetheless.

In other news, we trucked our collective ass and a washer and dryer to Akron last Wednesday to help Kim and Charles move their stuff into the new house. All things considered, it well a hell of a lot better than I had expected. It was hella hot (ha ha, I love you Jeff) and they had an amazing amount of stuff to be taken upstairs and I went too long without a rest, but that’s OK. And I cut my leg on the corner of a dresser drawer, so now I have a big red cut with a big purple bruise all around it, but that’s OK too.

Skipping on over to yet another topic, I have some advice to all my friends who have children, who are pregnant, or who are even thinking about having children: Do not, under any circumstances, let your child harass your childless neighbors. Especially your childless neighbors who work late and therefore sleep late and who have told you that they have no desire to have children at the moment because their animals are plenty to handle right now, thankyouverymuch.

You see, we have this problem. I apparently was too nice when the people next door moved in and did not set boundaries about when it’s OK for the little boy to come over and play with the dog. Now, whenever it’s nice outside and I’m out with Rusty, he’s in my yard, in my face, in the dog’s face. We’re not talking every now and then, we’re talking 95% of the time.

This little boy is only 5, so I have to hold the dog the entire time the boy is in reach, and that dog is really strong, so it’s difficult at times. And it doesn’t matter how many times I tell him he needs to stay in his yard so Rusty doesn’t jump on him and hurt him, it doesn’t matter how many times his mom says it, he just heads on over.

It used to be that when I would tell him to get back over in his yard, he’d look at me and say, “What?” like I had just spewed a bunch of gibberish. His new thing is to look at me and say, “I know” and then proceed to climb up on my porch or rile the dog up. A couple days ago I told him that he needed to go back in his yard so he didn’t get hurt and he said, “I know,” then climbed up on my porch, grabbed a ball and said, “Rusty likes to play ball” and then threw the ball into the yard. That’s when I said, “OK, we’re going in now, you need to go home.”

Yeah, that’s my new tactic. As soon as he steps foot across that imaginary threshold, we go inside.

It’s gotten to the point where I have to try to sneak outside to let Rusty take a shit and then sneak back inside without being seen, which is difficult since there’s only like three feet between the houses.

I also greatly enjoy it when I’m in the garage looking for something and I look up at the house to check on the dog, and guess who’s there. The worst part (with my being in the garage away from them, but also with the whole situation in general) is that I don’t think mom is paying attention, thereby making me responsible if the little angel falls down, gets pushed down by the dog, whatever. I’m sorry, but I gave up babysitting more than a decade ago, and I don’t have the time or desire to keep an eye on this boy. I want to be able to sit outside and do crossword puzzles in the sun, waiting for the dog to pee on the side of the porch, in peace.

Any suggestions?

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A new year

January 22, 2005

Happy 2005, everyone! So much to tell, so little desire to type, but here goes.

Went to Pennsylvania for Christmas, and had a nice visit with the in-laws. Had to leave a day late because of the huge-ass snowstorm the day before we were supposed to leave. The roads were just fine all the way out though, so it turned out OK. Got to see pretty much everyone, bonded a little with my sister-in-law which I really enjoyed, and had an all around good time.

Spent New Year’s Eve with the Stephensons. They made dinner, we took bread dip and games. We ate, drank, played Beyond Balderdash, gorged ourselves on bread dip, drank, and played euchre, all while watching Sci-Fi channel’s Twilight Zone marathon (most of which is our New Year’s tradition – Beyond Balderdash was a new addition). Again, an all around good time.

New Year’s Day – not such a good time. I woke up around noon and thought it was a little chilly downstairs so I turned up the heat. Then I actually looked at the temperature, which was around 60 degrees, and said to myself, “Oh shit.” When the furnace fan refused to kick on after I cranked the thermostat up to like 90, I said to myself, “Oh SHIT!” Then I woke Dave up, and we made lots of phone calls and eventually the furnace go fixed on Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday. That’s about 4 1/2 days without heat. Luckily New Year’s Day wasn’t too cold, and we found our space heater and borrowed a space heater from one of my co-workers. We were able to get the downstairs up to almost 70 each night before we went to bed, and it usually only dropped down to about 60 during the night.

So that takes us up to Jan. 5. On Jan. 7 we found out that Dave’s grandpa, my mother-in-law’s father, had passed away that morning, so we went back out to PA the next Tuesday night for the funeral Wednesday morning in N.J. After sleeping from about 4:30 p.m. Wednesday to about 9:30 a.m. Thursday, we went back to N.J. to see Dave’s grandma, who had been pretty much in a coma for a few months and had Alzheimer’s. She passed away Friday afternoon around 4, which we were there for, having never gone back to my in-laws’ house from the Thursday visit. We left Saturday afternoon and got back Saturday night. It was a pretty rough week, but Dave seems to be doing OK now.

So that pretty much brings us to now. We started doing Weight Watchers, which we didn’t follow while we were in PA/NJ, but we’re back on it. As of right now I’ve lost about five pounds, which isn’t much but it’s encouraging. We were going to go to my parents’ house today to celebrate my mom’s birthday, but since it’s snowing and is supposed to snow a whole big crappy bunch, we pushed it back to next weekend. Maybe I’ll actually be productive today and clean the house and shit, but I kind of doubt it.

I was going to end this with a nasty comment about this being the Roe v. Wade anniversary, but I think all I’m going to say is go thank your mother for giving you life.


August 10, 2004

Ah, I beat my last record of length between posts. How nice. I’m going to do better from now on, I swear. Even if the online classes Dave’s teaching have to be pushed aside.

So what’s new, you might ask. I might answer not a heck of a lot. The house resembles a home now, although many things have just been shoved into closets and the garage, thanks to my parents, sister, aunt & uncle, cousin and a friend of ours.

See, I threw a surprise birthday party for Dave on Saturday, and the aforementioned wonderful people helped me pull everything together at the 11th hour by shoving unsightly boxes, well, out of sight. The house looked (and still looks, for the most part) pretty good.

The party was a success; Dave seems to have been quite surprised, thanks to some help and sneakiness on the parts of Jim & Lori, and thanks to no one slipping up (including myself, and it was really hard!).

On another topic pertaining to the madness of my life, work just plain sucks for the most part right now. We got a new computer system & pagination system, and it’s making everyone’s life quite difficult. Much confusion, much frustration, much cursing. My sympathies to Supa MB, who will be getting the same system.

So between trying to settle in, then frantic house cleaning, work stress, and Dave needing the computer a lot more, I haven’t had much of a chance to be online for an extended amount of time. And I didn’t want to miss calls during the day, but today I said “Screw it!” That’s what we have voice mail for. And we’re going to get DSL sometime soon, so I won’t have to worry about those missed telemarketing calls anymore. Speaking of which, CitiBank seriously pissed me off last week, but I think I’ll save that for my next babbling session.

*BURN UPDATE* The tan has really made it less noticeable, so it’s devised ways to get back at me. I ran into a doorway Saturday and spilled coffee on my freshly mopped kitchen floor, and I think the scar is somehow responsible. I now have a very large bruise on my left forearm just below my elbow.

Stick around for the Mojo

May 4, 2004

Well, we signed our lease Friday. A nice little two-story house here in town. Street seems quiet, we’re near a park, and there’s a bit of a yard for the puppy. Inside, stairs for the cats to race up and down on, nooks to hide in, and a pantry in the kitchen for Baby Cat to perch upon. I think we’ll be happy, even though there’s only one bathroom.

Not much else going on. I’m distraught over the end of “Friends,” so we went and bought season 1 on DVD. Oh man, did I ever laugh my ass off Saturday night. Actually, the reason I wanted to get it is because Dave’s grandma is very sick, and I wanted something to take his mind off that for at least a little while. He needed laughs.

It’s too freaking cold for May, let me tell you. When you can see your breath at night, it’s just not right.

Oh, we took Fat Mojo to the vet last week, and Dr. Jones couldn’t find anything wrong. He checked both front legs and said he didn’t feel anything out of sorts. So, he put Mojo on the floor to watch him walk, but all Mojo did was almost hide in the trash can, low walk, and try to get back in his cage. Low walking, in case you’re wondering, is when he crouches down and runs. It’s pretty amusing. Anyway, with the low walking, Dr. Jones couldn’t see him limp of course, so the Mojo got a cortisone shot, and seems to be all better, so who knows what his deal was. He did let me know how displeased he was about the whole trip when we got home though. He yowled at me for a while and then punished me by going in another room to sleep. Mean, isn’t he?

*BURN UPDATE* It wonders what all the fuss is about over the puppy.

Never mind

April 19, 2004

Kindly ignore my last post. I was mistaken. I would much rather waste more than $15,000 on renting a house over the next two years instead of buying one on the off chance that we’d have to move and sell it. I’d much rather be stuck with whatever paint, carpet, etc. a rental has. Thank you.

*BURN UPDATE* Don’t ask.

Enough already

April 17, 2004

Ever wanted something so bad you absolutely can’t stand it? So bad that it’s all you can think about? All you can talk about? I have. It’s called a house. A place where every room doesn’t have off-white walls and tan carpet, where you can hang something up without worrying about losing part of your deposit because of nail holes, a place that doesn’t have paper thin walls so you can hear the kid next door getting her butt smacked for being bad, a place where every check for X hundreds of dollars each month goes toward owning that place. Seriously, I absolutely CANNOT stand it anymore. I want rose-colored carpet in my bedroom with a painted border of roses and vines around the top of the walls and deep green curtains – not fucking beige horizontal blinds, deep green curtains. I want space in said bedroom to have a dresser and a real bed frame, not the stupid metal frame. I want a bathroom with black and white linoleum and counters to match my kick-ass shower curtain my sister made and my kick-ass bath accessories that I made. I want room to bring up the sewing table Dad made for my sewing machine. I want walls to hang shelves for my cute kitty knick-knacks.


*BURN UPDATE* It’s grouchy.