So, Baby Momma got evicted. It's too cold for the Conspiracy Theorist to be outside. So we have to talk about my downstairs neighbor, a guy I like to refer to as "The Rockstar".
First, let me explain that I live in a garden type apartment. There are 12 apartments in the building, 1 lower level & 1 upper level, numbered 1 - 6. Each of the 6 sets shares a main door that can only be opened with a key. Not all doors are keyed the same. I am thankful for that. I do not share a door with the Conspiracy Theorist, just with the Rockstar.
The Rockstar moved in just about a year ago. He works random hours & long ones at that. He has 2 rather large dogs. A chocolate lab weighing about 70lbs & a neopolitan mastiff weighing about 110lbs. When he first moved in, the dogs barked for 72 hours straight, non stop. Apparently they are trained to bark if someone goes near the door. Grrreeeaaatttttt. Today, they have been barking nonstop for over 3 hours. I have no idea why. They don't bark when the Rockstar is home. They don't bark (sometimes) when I leave my apartment, but the mastiff does bark & huff at the door when I walk Hailey. Asshole dog.
Some days I just can't deal with it, like today. I want to go down & scream at the dogs to STFU. But you can't rationalize with an animal, right?
Oh, and let me explain why I refer to my neighbor as "the Rockstar". That's because he plays guitar, with an amp, all the time. Well, when he's home. He doesn't play well, it's never a whole song, it's like white noise. Last week, he decided to play at 11:30pm, in his bedroom, with the amp on. His bedroom is directly below mine. Jay & I happened to be asleep. So much for that. Granted, I get that I don't have to get up for work, but Jay does. I actually went downstairs & knocked on his door to turn it down. He was shocked I could hear it. Really, asshole? I also pointed out that the week before, when he decided to play at 2am woke me up then. He was apologetic but still, how about some courtesy. Ironically, when he moved in, he told me he was a quiet neighbor......mmmm hmmm
Welcome to my life.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Sleep Talking Jay
It's time for another short post about Jay's sleep talking. Last night, which he doesn't know about yet, he actually made me laugh out loud. I just have to tell you about the other night first.
It was early Sunday morning, 6am. I was awake, I just fed the kids & was going back to sleep for a little bit. As I was settling down under the covers, I was facing Jay. He picked his head up & turned it & whispered "I know you took a dollar from them". Then he put his head down & went back to sleep. It was funny because he didn't make any sense & he whispered. Usually he's yelling or talking loudly.
Last night I was awake, laying there & his arm shot up toward the ceiling (this happens a lot, I should probably start wearing body armor to bed). In a very sing song way Jay said "mmmmm hmmmm" then in the same tone said "cheeba wabba chooba do". I don't speak that language so I'm not exactly sure what that means. In anyone knows, please share!!!
:)
It was early Sunday morning, 6am. I was awake, I just fed the kids & was going back to sleep for a little bit. As I was settling down under the covers, I was facing Jay. He picked his head up & turned it & whispered "I know you took a dollar from them". Then he put his head down & went back to sleep. It was funny because he didn't make any sense & he whispered. Usually he's yelling or talking loudly.
Last night I was awake, laying there & his arm shot up toward the ceiling (this happens a lot, I should probably start wearing body armor to bed). In a very sing song way Jay said "mmmmm hmmmm" then in the same tone said "cheeba wabba chooba do". I don't speak that language so I'm not exactly sure what that means. In anyone knows, please share!!!
:)
Friday, December 3, 2010
Pocahontas
OK, so here is another story from my life. It's also a very good lesson why sometimes hard liquor can be a bad deal. This was a story I shared with Jay just the other day. We had a good laugh over it.
Let's go back to about 2004, the very beginning. Grimace finally had a boyfriend. Wait a second, I've never explained who Grimace is. Let me digress....
Grimace is the MOST affectionate name I have for my ex sister-in-law. Pretty much she physically looks like Grimace except she isn't purple & has long hair. Sure, some of you might consider that a very mean name to call her. But if you knew her & how awful & manipulative she is, how she lies constantly, well, then you'd think I was being too nice.
Anyway, Grimace was happy she finally had a boyfriend. Now, she didn't get this boyfriend like most people get boyfriends. I'm about to out her on the internet. I'm pretty sure she doesn't read what I write. Honestly, her reading skills are fairly low & I'm being honest. Let me digress again for another moment.....
Conversation between the Succubus, Grimace & I:
Succubus: How do you spell morphine?
Me: M-O-R-P-H-I-N-E
Grimace: You knew how to spell that?
Succubus: Yeah, she went to college.
That, my friends, is a TRUE STORY!!!!
Back to my story....
Grimace had a boyfriend, who became her husband, then ultimately, her ex husband . I actually liked the guy & don't have anything bad to say about him. He was pretty much in the same situation as I was for some time.
See before Grimace & her man "Harry" were an item, they were just friends. Grimace pretended to be another mutual girl friend, "Sheila", of theirs on AOL's instant messenger. So when "Harry" was chatting with "Sheila", it really wasn't "Sheila", it was Grimace. Well, as time passed, "Harry" & Grimace were hanging out. "Harry" told Grimace he was in love with "Sheila" & was going to propose. Grimace had to come clean & when she did, "Harry" told her she was to big to love. She was devastated & I had to listen to her blubber & cry & watch her drool, yes, she drools everywhere when she's a super hot mess.
Somwhere in all this "Harry" decided he did care for Grimace & they dated for a month before they got engaged. I was bent somewhat because I moved here to be with the ex, paid my dues tenfold & I had nothing to show for it, but whatevs....
There was going to be a double celebration, one for the stepfather's 25 years with a vounteer fire department & Grimace & "Harry's" engagement. The party was going to be at the Brownstone, in Paterson, NJ....you know the one, the Manzo's own it as in Real Housewives of NJ. Side note: those people have a lovely extablishment, excellent food & service. I have nothing but good things to say about it.
Don't forget I'm bent. We get there & I knew there was no way I'm going to be able to handle this shindig sober so in the first hour I had 2 glasses of champagne & 5 gin & tonics. No peeps, that is not a typo. When Grimace got there, she was showing off her ring & the ex, the tactful feller he is said "Don't think I'm buying you anything that big". Awesome. I wanted to crawl under the table & die. After the cocktail hour, we went upstairs for dinner, don't forget I'm bent & drunk. I barely ate any dinner.
Here I am, sitting alone at the dinner table, all the rest of the couples were slow dancing & the ex was at the bar doing shots. Great. I don't know which of us is the loser: me being drunk & alone at the table or him for ditching me for his friends. Mind you, I'm still walking to the bar & getting gin & tonics in between all this.
Next thing you know, the DJ is handing out props. He's handing out hats that would resemble the Village People. What did I get?? A big ole feather head dress. That's is right peeps!! I know there is photo documentation of me also, but I do not have any of those pictures in my possesion, otherwise I'd share them. You know I wore that thing for like 3 hours. I refused to take it off, drinking my gin & tonics, going to the bar & telling them "I'm Pocahontas". I pretty much kept telling everyone that. Unh huh, yeah. Not exactly one of my finer moments.
In my defense, any one of you would have consumed alcohol like that under the circumstances. Well, I pretty much had to drink to be around most of that family. There were 4 exceptions to that & they will always remain exceptions. Hell, I think even they drink to be around that part of the family!!!!
I look back now & can laugh about a lot of the crap that went on. Hopefully, you all got a good laugh too!!!
:->
Let's go back to about 2004, the very beginning. Grimace finally had a boyfriend. Wait a second, I've never explained who Grimace is. Let me digress....
Grimace is the MOST affectionate name I have for my ex sister-in-law. Pretty much she physically looks like Grimace except she isn't purple & has long hair. Sure, some of you might consider that a very mean name to call her. But if you knew her & how awful & manipulative she is, how she lies constantly, well, then you'd think I was being too nice.
Anyway, Grimace was happy she finally had a boyfriend. Now, she didn't get this boyfriend like most people get boyfriends. I'm about to out her on the internet. I'm pretty sure she doesn't read what I write. Honestly, her reading skills are fairly low & I'm being honest. Let me digress again for another moment.....
Conversation between the Succubus, Grimace & I:
Succubus: How do you spell morphine?
Me: M-O-R-P-H-I-N-E
Grimace: You knew how to spell that?
Succubus: Yeah, she went to college.
That, my friends, is a TRUE STORY!!!!
Back to my story....
Grimace had a boyfriend, who became her husband, then ultimately, her ex husband . I actually liked the guy & don't have anything bad to say about him. He was pretty much in the same situation as I was for some time.
See before Grimace & her man "Harry" were an item, they were just friends. Grimace pretended to be another mutual girl friend, "Sheila", of theirs on AOL's instant messenger. So when "Harry" was chatting with "Sheila", it really wasn't "Sheila", it was Grimace. Well, as time passed, "Harry" & Grimace were hanging out. "Harry" told Grimace he was in love with "Sheila" & was going to propose. Grimace had to come clean & when she did, "Harry" told her she was to big to love. She was devastated & I had to listen to her blubber & cry & watch her drool, yes, she drools everywhere when she's a super hot mess.
Somwhere in all this "Harry" decided he did care for Grimace & they dated for a month before they got engaged. I was bent somewhat because I moved here to be with the ex, paid my dues tenfold & I had nothing to show for it, but whatevs....
There was going to be a double celebration, one for the stepfather's 25 years with a vounteer fire department & Grimace & "Harry's" engagement. The party was going to be at the Brownstone, in Paterson, NJ....you know the one, the Manzo's own it as in Real Housewives of NJ. Side note: those people have a lovely extablishment, excellent food & service. I have nothing but good things to say about it.
Don't forget I'm bent. We get there & I knew there was no way I'm going to be able to handle this shindig sober so in the first hour I had 2 glasses of champagne & 5 gin & tonics. No peeps, that is not a typo. When Grimace got there, she was showing off her ring & the ex, the tactful feller he is said "Don't think I'm buying you anything that big". Awesome. I wanted to crawl under the table & die. After the cocktail hour, we went upstairs for dinner, don't forget I'm bent & drunk. I barely ate any dinner.
Here I am, sitting alone at the dinner table, all the rest of the couples were slow dancing & the ex was at the bar doing shots. Great. I don't know which of us is the loser: me being drunk & alone at the table or him for ditching me for his friends. Mind you, I'm still walking to the bar & getting gin & tonics in between all this.
Next thing you know, the DJ is handing out props. He's handing out hats that would resemble the Village People. What did I get?? A big ole feather head dress. That's is right peeps!! I know there is photo documentation of me also, but I do not have any of those pictures in my possesion, otherwise I'd share them. You know I wore that thing for like 3 hours. I refused to take it off, drinking my gin & tonics, going to the bar & telling them "I'm Pocahontas". I pretty much kept telling everyone that. Unh huh, yeah. Not exactly one of my finer moments.
In my defense, any one of you would have consumed alcohol like that under the circumstances. Well, I pretty much had to drink to be around most of that family. There were 4 exceptions to that & they will always remain exceptions. Hell, I think even they drink to be around that part of the family!!!!
I look back now & can laugh about a lot of the crap that went on. Hopefully, you all got a good laugh too!!!
:->
Funkify
I have to get out of my funk. Things won't change if I don't. Just lately it's really hard.
How do I not worry about money & bills? How do I not worry that I don't have a job to earn me more money to pay my bills? What about the non existent health insurance I have?
I suppose I should be thankful I am capable of working, I just don't know what I want to do. 34, er 27 years old & I don't know what I want to do. Good thing I spent all that time & money going to college only to realize I don't know what it is I want to do. Maybe, since I've got the time, that is something I should figure out.
I also should probably be thankful I do have a roof & heat & food. And that I have Hailey & the boy with me. I also have friends who love me not for how much money I make but for who I am. I guess the same goes for family, but I always thought with family it's unconditional ;)
It's Christmas time & I just want to make people happy. I guess that's why I am so worry about visits & parties & gifts. Well I hope people like the homemade kind of stuff because that's what's going down.
Just because I haven't cancelled Christmas for myself doesn't mean I'm entirely thrilled about it. I suppose I will participate still and if people don't like the homemade stuff, don't invite me over next year!
:)
How do I not worry about money & bills? How do I not worry that I don't have a job to earn me more money to pay my bills? What about the non existent health insurance I have?
I suppose I should be thankful I am capable of working, I just don't know what I want to do. 34, er 27 years old & I don't know what I want to do. Good thing I spent all that time & money going to college only to realize I don't know what it is I want to do. Maybe, since I've got the time, that is something I should figure out.
I also should probably be thankful I do have a roof & heat & food. And that I have Hailey & the boy with me. I also have friends who love me not for how much money I make but for who I am. I guess the same goes for family, but I always thought with family it's unconditional ;)
It's Christmas time & I just want to make people happy. I guess that's why I am so worry about visits & parties & gifts. Well I hope people like the homemade kind of stuff because that's what's going down.
Just because I haven't cancelled Christmas for myself doesn't mean I'm entirely thrilled about it. I suppose I will participate still and if people don't like the homemade stuff, don't invite me over next year!
:)
FML
I can't stop crying lately. Yesterday morning, while I was driving, yesterday afternoon. I can't stop. Hell, I was watching the movie Elf 2 weeks ago & that made me cry. As I write this I am waiting for the state to call me to discuss my unemployment amount. They are already 11 minutes late.....
I'm having a lot of trouble sleeping at night. Then when it's time to get out of bed, I can't even muster the energy to do that. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to see anyone, I don't want to talk to anyone, nothing. If you invite me to do something & I say no, don't take it personal because it's not.
See, I still haven't found a job. It's not because I don't look. I don't quite know if it's the economy, my skills/experience or a little of both. I'm so behind on all of my bills & my rent is late to the point where I am going to incur a late fee of $50. I constantly worry all the time about what phone calls I will be getting telling me I owe. It isn't as if I didn't proactively call to work something out. See, because I make some effort, even though the effort is very small, it means I am current & until I get to the point of being shut off, I can't work out a payment plan. How odd is that??
I actually went on the NJ website to see if I qualified for food stamps. Hell, I've been paying taxes forever, in theory, these public assistance programs should be for people who are in my position temporarily but they aren't. I don't qualify for food stamps. The money I make collecting unemployment doesn't cover any of my expenses fully but yet I don't qualify. They way I understand it, $435 a week is too much money to qualify for anything.....wait....I do qualify for one thing. Medicaid, but in order to even get that, I need to have some sort of brain injury.
Now, before job suggestions come in please note that I am signed up with 2 temp agencies, I've posted my resume on careerbuilder.com, northjerseyhelpwanted.com, indeed.com, usajob.com and I also check the NJ Department of Labor website & craigslist.com for jobs. Someone on careerbuilder.com saw my resume & called me for a managerial position. I drove 45 minutes one way for a 20 minute group presentation about a sales job. What a waste. I asked several times on the phone if it was a sales job & couldn't get a straight answer. I'm just very dejected.
With Christmas 22 days away....well....I don't want to participate. I don't have the means to buy presents or even buy items to make presents. I don't want to go to someones house & they have a small gift for me, when I have nothing. I'd rather not go at all. It's not personal to the people, I just feel like if I'm gonna be sad & depressed I'd rather be alone instead of having to fake it.
I just don't know what to do. I'm tired of people telling me it's going to work out, something better will come along, everything for a reason....I get that it will but that doesn't help me right now,at this moment. It doesn't make my bills current, it doesn't pay my rent, it doesn't get me healthy, non processed food groceries. It makes me angry that, in reality, I am a productive member of society & the only thing in place to help me is unemployment.....that's it. What is wrong with that?
Oh & the state still hasn't called.....they are 18 minutes late....
I'm having a lot of trouble sleeping at night. Then when it's time to get out of bed, I can't even muster the energy to do that. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to see anyone, I don't want to talk to anyone, nothing. If you invite me to do something & I say no, don't take it personal because it's not.
See, I still haven't found a job. It's not because I don't look. I don't quite know if it's the economy, my skills/experience or a little of both. I'm so behind on all of my bills & my rent is late to the point where I am going to incur a late fee of $50. I constantly worry all the time about what phone calls I will be getting telling me I owe. It isn't as if I didn't proactively call to work something out. See, because I make some effort, even though the effort is very small, it means I am current & until I get to the point of being shut off, I can't work out a payment plan. How odd is that??
I actually went on the NJ website to see if I qualified for food stamps. Hell, I've been paying taxes forever, in theory, these public assistance programs should be for people who are in my position temporarily but they aren't. I don't qualify for food stamps. The money I make collecting unemployment doesn't cover any of my expenses fully but yet I don't qualify. They way I understand it, $435 a week is too much money to qualify for anything.....wait....I do qualify for one thing. Medicaid, but in order to even get that, I need to have some sort of brain injury.
Now, before job suggestions come in please note that I am signed up with 2 temp agencies, I've posted my resume on careerbuilder.com, northjerseyhelpwanted.com, indeed.com, usajob.com and I also check the NJ Department of Labor website & craigslist.com for jobs. Someone on careerbuilder.com saw my resume & called me for a managerial position. I drove 45 minutes one way for a 20 minute group presentation about a sales job. What a waste. I asked several times on the phone if it was a sales job & couldn't get a straight answer. I'm just very dejected.
With Christmas 22 days away....well....I don't want to participate. I don't have the means to buy presents or even buy items to make presents. I don't want to go to someones house & they have a small gift for me, when I have nothing. I'd rather not go at all. It's not personal to the people, I just feel like if I'm gonna be sad & depressed I'd rather be alone instead of having to fake it.
I just don't know what to do. I'm tired of people telling me it's going to work out, something better will come along, everything for a reason....I get that it will but that doesn't help me right now,at this moment. It doesn't make my bills current, it doesn't pay my rent, it doesn't get me healthy, non processed food groceries. It makes me angry that, in reality, I am a productive member of society & the only thing in place to help me is unemployment.....that's it. What is wrong with that?
Oh & the state still hasn't called.....they are 18 minutes late....
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