The plane has landed and chaos has commenced....

My Dad has been in town for a few hours and has been captive of my brother and his drama. He goes to meet my brother and very first thing, my brother has to go to his probation officers. Um, yeah, my brother was convicted of felonies last week, and is now on probation. So, my dad waits in this office for 2.5 hours, and calls me to ask if I can go get my brothers baby so his girlfriend can get to work. Well, it turns out that the probation officer took my brother out the back door of his office in handcuffs and took him to his apartment to look for probation violations. (They didn't tell my dad BTW, who just sat in the probation office waiting) Anyway, they got my brother for 4 violations and ended up arresting my brothers girlfriend for outstanding warrants. Yep. They let my brother off with a warning because it was his first day of probation. My dad ended up bailing the girlfriend out of jail. Now my mom wants me to take the baby away from them because she's out of town and she's worried about CPS getting involved again. And my dad can't believe this is happening. All I could say was welcome to our lives, this is a weekly occurance.

I have never been so happy to give 30 days notice....

Remind me to never ever ever again move into a ground floor apartment. My god. It is just my luck to be blessed with not one, but two sets of upstairs neighbors in a row to have absolutely no respect for the people around them. Seriously. They must just be STUPID. Do you not think that letting your unruly children run amok all hours of the day and night might just be the wrong choice. And the surround sound system probably shouldn't be on so loud your neighbors know what movie you're watching. You freaking live UPSTAIRS. This is the second set of people they've had in this apartment that just don't give a flip. And as an added bonus, they either work graveyards or they're night owls. Hell the first night they lived here, we had to call the freaking cops because of the surround sound. I called security patrol almost 45 mins ago, and they haven't shown up. Can you tell this irrates the hell out of me? I hate disrespectful people.
FYI- the security people showed up while I was typing this and these assholes actually had the nerve to say that they were sick of this(i.e. security/police coming to their door) and that the people downstairs played their music all the time and were constantly yelling. Oh really? Guess that's why we all have so many complaints filed against us, huh? Or maybe if you're sick of having your door knocked on quit doing what it is you're doing.Hell, they've only lived here a month, yet this happens all the time? I've only called twice which leads me to believe others are calling as well. Awesome! I'll poll the neighbors tomorrow. hehe......

My work ticked me off again this afternoon. They've been all about how we aren't allowed any overtime to get our jobs done. Fine. And this directive was given to us all through today. Then at 5:00, the end of my 8 hours, and after I busted my ass to get my work done, they have the nerve to tell me that I needed to stay. It's not fair to the other people who haven't gotten their work done yet. Um, no, it's not fair to me, who has been working extra hard to make sure my work was done per the no OT directive. Plus, I don't even know how to the jobs the others do. Sure I can do bits and pieces, but not what they do. And when I ask them what I can do to help, they say nothing. And my supervisor says something along the lines that I should always plan for friday close to be OT and to be here until whenever. Okay, when the company starts paying my sitters OT rate, I'll consider that. Oh wait, the company is firing my ass, so no, I won't. 40 hours of my time is all you'll get, if that. Needless to say, I was walking out by 5:15. It's just not my problem anymore.

Okay, so the house we're renting is super close to my BigBlueFan's work. It's 3bd, 2.5 bath, with an office. Yeah! And it has a yard! Sweet! The kiddos can be banished to the yard all summer. The kids are not that excited since school starts in July, but that's $$ that I'll save not having to do a summer program for them. Anyway, the office is where I can set up shop and maybe get my side business going. And I can hide the mess from the rest of the world, lol. I have the urge to buy throw pillows and wall sconces and other decor, to make this house a home. Please help me curb that urge. I really need to focus on making the kids organize their stuff, and keeping their rooms picked up. That's one of our biggest battles at the moment. hmmmm.....

My dad is coming to town next week, and I have to clean my house and make it presentable. What a fun weekend. Don't forget to add that I have to take the cat to the vet, go to the post office to pick up a package, and get Lizzie to baseball, and I'm up to my ears in busy. Guess I should be getting to bed so I can get up and function tomorrow. *sigh*

And the foozball table is G-O-N-E!!

well, at least moved out to the garage. So I no longer have to worry about that. And I put all the clothing I'm going to list on eBay in its place, but it doesn't take up nearly as much room. And I'm doing great whittling my stash down to a manageable size. I may just sell it all! LOL, j/k. I can't believe how much wasted money I have sitting here. Seriously. I have TONS of ribbon, fibers and embellishments to go through, although I don't know how to sell them, whether I should use craigslist, eBay or ScrapAddict.
Guess I should work on that.

Anyway, I really just wanted to rejoice in the fact that I no longer have that thing in my living room. I'm off to read another chapter in the Rhett Butler story. :D

Whew! What a Ride!

This past week has been, well... life altering. I got my divorce on Wednesday, Feb 13th. I'm so glad it's done and over. My ex wasn't there, so I got what I asked for. Not that I was asking for a lot, and honestly, I'm not looking forward to the conflict when I show up to pick it up. The jackass just can't be civil and take it like a man. No, he's got to become the low life son of a bitch loser that leaves me rejoicing in the decision to divorce him. If it weren't for the kids and their "stuff", I wouldn't bother. The less I see of him the better. He's all whiney about everything, and well, I just don't care. I spent years telling him what needed to change, telling him I was unhappy, and waiting. I just took the high road (somewhat) and told him that hopefully he's learned how to treat his next victim...er, girlfriend/wife. At least I managed to keep him from having any more kids to not give a crap about. And he'll tell me that he does care about them, but actions speak louder than words. Refusal to take ANY job available to pay child support, refusal to move closer to where the kids are living because he'd rather "own" some piece of crap shack he can't afford to begin with, and choosing floozies over them, well... I guess he can talk to me when he's made the sacrifices I have.

Okay so more ex bashing for the moment. It's been a great couple of weeks for me on eBay. I haven't had the desire to scrap in quite a while (although I still have the desire to SHOP). So, I've been selling my "excess" supplies on eBay. I have all kinds of stuff left to list. But I'm so not in the mood. And part of me wants to list certain items and then the small me inside starts babbling about the possibility that sometime in the future I may "need" said items. Like my Creative Memories cutting system. I haven't used that since Sept 2006, yet I cannot part with it. And that damn Wishblade. I don't even have it hooked up. Haven't since Nov 2006 and I can't remember the last time I used it. Oh wait, I take that back. I cut out 500 tiny footballs for my mother last summer. I'm trying to use the theory that if I haven't used it in 6 months or more, its gone. But that would be EVERYTHING. So my goal for tomorrow is to make at least 1 layout. I have so many pictures and so many ideas and my brain gets overwhelmed and I just don't. But I'm gonna tomorrow, by golly.

So last night I watched 23 with Jim Carrey. It wasn't bad. My BF had said something about it being scary, and I hadn't watched it yet because of that. But last night I was home alone, cleaning the kids' bedroom, and I popped it in their DVD player for background noise. It didn't draw me in to the point that I stopped what I was doing, but it was did get my half hearted attention. There were some twists that kept it entertaining, and some scenes were great. I'd definitely recommend it if you need a movie one night.

I'm still reading Rhett Butlers People. It's so long, but it's interesting. I wish I had an entire day to spend cuddled up in bed with my book and my chocolate covered pretzels. That's a helluva wish huh? Too bad I'm diabetic, lol. Maybe since it's still early, I can read another chapter or two. I'm on page 250. Guess I should make a bookmark for myself tomorrow, huh? It's not like I don't have the stuff to do it.

Alright, I'm going to go read. Sure, there's plenty of stuff to do, but you know what? It's a holiday tomorrow and we'll all be home to get the housework done. Maybe I'll escape to the laundromat early in the a.m. since our dryer SUX. But then I did promise smiley face pancakes at IHop for breakfast. That sounds better than laundry any day.