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Saturday, March 08, 2008
And the pain marches on...
My knee is still hurt. I'm now 3 weeks post-injury and it should have been feeling better by now. Instead, it's getting progressively worse. From what I've read, I'm starting to wonder if I have a meniscus tear or injury. I will be calling the orthopedist on Monday. Looks like there will be no more skiing for me this season. :( No work, either. Can't stand for my shifts. I miss it terribly.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Why am I so cold?
It's raining outside. Raining. All that beautiful wintery snow, the lifeforce that gets me through the dreary days of winter... and my source of part-time income... is melting away. And yet I'm COLD. Warm enough for rain...but cold enough to chill me more than usual. Odd.
Don't mind the meandering thoughts. I'm in a bit of a random mood right now.
Don't mind the meandering thoughts. I'm in a bit of a random mood right now.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
The Irony...
Remember my January 25th post about how cramped we are but we're getting by and had no plans to move? That my dad pitched the idea of us moving in again but I said I wasn't biting? Some things have cropped up which have changed all of this for us...
It's a really long story so I'll try to condense as much as possible. My friend is going through a divorce and to help her out, I mentioned that the apartment upstairs was vacant (back in December?). Her son and my daughter love to play together so we thought it would be a good arrangement. Til one day when she got angry with me because she asked to put her jogging stroller in the garage and I told her there wasn't any room for it there. (There really isn't... the garage is a sore topic between Brian and me because it's 2-layers-deep of junk, mostly.) Well, she didn't like the answer I gave her so she called the landlord, complained to him about that (and who knows what else... probably our rent because she was telling me I don't pay enough, though who knows how she suddenly became an expert having never been a landlord herself). The next thing I know, I get a letter in the mail that our rent is going up $50/month, we no longer will have the garage included, he wants us to sign a yearly lease (that says things like if we move before the lease is over, he can keep our security deposit... we're currently month-to-month), and that he wants us to fork over a $600 security deposit. "Oddly", when this letter arrived, I had not heard from my former friend in a week (she usually calls daily).
Yeah, we aren't paying more money for less, especially at this house. It's not worth it. But there are 4 of us and a dog, and we're not really in a position to be affording more rent anywhere - and rentals are difficult, at best, to find with a dog - nearly impossible before April 1st, which is when all of these changes are supposed to occur. So the first thing I could think of was to call my Dad, remembering what he pitched recently.
I should know better because that's turning sour already. We put in our notice that we would be out by May 15th (and I had to explain to him that we are not signing the lease, just can't get out earlier because the place we're moving won't be ready until then) and Dad flaked on refinancing his house so he could make the changes necessary for us to move in. NOT TOO HAPPY ABOUT THAT.
There's a lot more to all of this and I'm trying to keep it brief but suffice it to say, I'll believe it when I see it regarding us actually moving in with my parents. Though if we don't, I'm not sure what we'll do.
Great friend I have, eh?
It's a really long story so I'll try to condense as much as possible. My friend is going through a divorce and to help her out, I mentioned that the apartment upstairs was vacant (back in December?). Her son and my daughter love to play together so we thought it would be a good arrangement. Til one day when she got angry with me because she asked to put her jogging stroller in the garage and I told her there wasn't any room for it there. (There really isn't... the garage is a sore topic between Brian and me because it's 2-layers-deep of junk, mostly.) Well, she didn't like the answer I gave her so she called the landlord, complained to him about that (and who knows what else... probably our rent because she was telling me I don't pay enough, though who knows how she suddenly became an expert having never been a landlord herself). The next thing I know, I get a letter in the mail that our rent is going up $50/month, we no longer will have the garage included, he wants us to sign a yearly lease (that says things like if we move before the lease is over, he can keep our security deposit... we're currently month-to-month), and that he wants us to fork over a $600 security deposit. "Oddly", when this letter arrived, I had not heard from my former friend in a week (she usually calls daily).
Yeah, we aren't paying more money for less, especially at this house. It's not worth it. But there are 4 of us and a dog, and we're not really in a position to be affording more rent anywhere - and rentals are difficult, at best, to find with a dog - nearly impossible before April 1st, which is when all of these changes are supposed to occur. So the first thing I could think of was to call my Dad, remembering what he pitched recently.
I should know better because that's turning sour already. We put in our notice that we would be out by May 15th (and I had to explain to him that we are not signing the lease, just can't get out earlier because the place we're moving won't be ready until then) and Dad flaked on refinancing his house so he could make the changes necessary for us to move in. NOT TOO HAPPY ABOUT THAT.
There's a lot more to all of this and I'm trying to keep it brief but suffice it to say, I'll believe it when I see it regarding us actually moving in with my parents. Though if we don't, I'm not sure what we'll do.
Great friend I have, eh?
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
These Boots Were Made For Walking...
The boy walks! He was practicing with a step here and there for the weeks preceding, but on his 9 month birthday, he decided to celebrate by walking 12 steps across the living room! (And only stopped because he reached his destination!) I wish I wasn't exercising at the time so I could have photographed it! In fact, he's been pretty elusive to photographic proof. Or real life proof, for that matter. I'm sure many think I'm making it up, but he really does walk. Yesterday, I couldn't get him to stop and that silly grin plastered on his face the entire time is precious.
Then again, we're in trouble because he's REALLY mobile now! EEK!
Then again, we're in trouble because he's REALLY mobile now! EEK!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Damn
Knee, that is. Sprained it last Friday while skiing. That's what I get for waxing my skis and going too fast in a tricky situation just to get out of it quicker. Still, it sucks. Ski season only has about a month left around here (and probably half of that will be "spring skiing") so this is a real crappy time to be out of commission. 4 weeks until our Mad River Glen trip, too. But the orthopedist assured me that I should be healed up within a couple of weeks and good to go for the trip. It just sucks in the meantime.
At least I wasn't at work for the last week facing the temptation. Last night I returned and it was bittersweet. Nice to get out of the house again, but my knee killed all night long and it was sad to see everyone else having so much fun on the slopes. I had some crazy idea initially that I would load up on ibuprofen today and go for the demo day... HA! Not going to happen! If I couldn't handle 4 hrs of mostly standing and little movements, there's no way I could give any ski a proper tryout today. Poop!
At least I wasn't at work for the last week facing the temptation. Last night I returned and it was bittersweet. Nice to get out of the house again, but my knee killed all night long and it was sad to see everyone else having so much fun on the slopes. I had some crazy idea initially that I would load up on ibuprofen today and go for the demo day... HA! Not going to happen! If I couldn't handle 4 hrs of mostly standing and little movements, there's no way I could give any ski a proper tryout today. Poop!
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Just Plain Stuff
Too much of it. My apartment is way too cluttered and we decided not to use the tax refund to move this year. Guess that means it's time to part with some of it. Somehow. I have tried freecycling, donating to Goodwill, selling on eBay and message forums, but it seems that for every item I remove, 3 more pop up in its place. I think I just need somebody to come take all my stuff out of the house. Then I can be really selective about what goes back in and leave all the rest for whomever wants it.
At least the kiddos are happy. Through some strange turn of fate, Mags actually laid down on the living room floor and put herself down for a nap an hour ago. I was watching "Breakfast at Tiffanys" and didn't realize it until the movie was over. Ethan had been drifting in and out of sleep on my lap so I tried putting him down in his crib... he popped awake immediately. After 3 more attempts, though, I finally got him down, too. Bliss!!!! It's quiet and peaceful. Too bad it's late in the day. 2 kids napping at 5:30PM=disaster later on tonight. But I'll take it for now. I could use a break.
At least the kiddos are happy. Through some strange turn of fate, Mags actually laid down on the living room floor and put herself down for a nap an hour ago. I was watching "Breakfast at Tiffanys" and didn't realize it until the movie was over. Ethan had been drifting in and out of sleep on my lap so I tried putting him down in his crib... he popped awake immediately. After 3 more attempts, though, I finally got him down, too. Bliss!!!! It's quiet and peaceful. Too bad it's late in the day. 2 kids napping at 5:30PM=disaster later on tonight. But I'll take it for now. I could use a break.
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