The tale of two houses

We are 5 days from our actual moving day and counting. The mess has now taken over and I am seriously considering just walking away from everything that isn't boxed up and calling it good...

We found a rental on Wednesday in our new town. I should qualify that statement and say we found THE rental in our new town. It seems that rentals are hard to come by at this time of year. Who would have thunk it? I had been stalking out 2 houses in particular on our last 92 trips to Desert Town and really really liked one of them in particular. In my heart it was my house. When we arrived at the property management company on Wednesday we found out it had been rented the DAY before! The horror. The pain and the suffering, there was weeping and gnashing of teeth. We then looked at the list, there was exactly two houses on there that had more than one bedroom and were not an apartment. We bravely went to number one house on the list, HATED it. Went to the second house on the list. Didn't hate it AS bad, but it was odd. For example, you go into the front door and there is two closets side by side, that's the first thing you see when you walk in the front door. What the hell? And the kitchen is way way odd. It leaves you standing there going, HMMMMM, well that was one way to do it I guess....The house did have some really cute points that will make it livable too and I felt comfortable there. I knew our crappy belongings would fit in just perfect in this house and it would feel like home in no time.

Then we went to second property manager in town and looked at their ONE house that wasn't a duplex or an apartment. And it was BEAUTIFUL. So beautiful that angels sang and mother's wept. I could not picture myself living there. It was the most fancy house I have ever considered possibly living in. And only $200 more rent than the odd house. I couldn't imagine anything we own, including our selves, in that house. However, Chad was drooling and professing his love for beauty and fanciness. So we applied for it. It made me nauseous and weepy. I just couldn't imagine actually living there and ever feeling at ease or comfortable.

I was thinking of posting a link from the property managements web page so you could see what I was talking about, but I don't want the whole Internet to know where we are moving to, or for y'all to realize what white trailer trash we really are! If you are really dying to see my definition of pure opulence, email me and I'll send you the link.

And we applied for the crappy house and they accepted us right away. And were turned down on the spectator house because we are just starting new jobs and the house itself shuddered when we left. So, the crappy house it is. And I am glad. It will feel like home in no time, odd closets and all.

Chad said when we buy another house a couple few hundred years from now we will buy a beautiful house and we will have beautiful things to put in there. I totally believe him. *eye roll*

And on to other news not moving related. We had my nephew, Cameron, here for two weeks. He is exactly Connor's age. I LOVE that kid. He is so damn funny. He still reminds me of Dori from Finding Nemo, he has such a sweetness about him. Last weekend Chad took all 3 boys to "Fantastic Four" while I secretly threw away a bunch of their crap that they will never miss. Before they left Chad took off all the doorknobs and locks so that he could take everything to Lowe's and have one uniform lock for all the doors instead of 92 different keys like we did before. Cameron stood there watching Chad with a puzzled look on his face and says, " You know, when we moved we took all our furniture and clothes, but I'm pretty sure we left the doorknobs!".

CrazyDruggie sister is still in jail. Hallelujah and praise the Lord. One day last week she called me collect, of course, and then continued to curse me out because she had no money for smokes. I hung up on her. I haven't heard from her since. I have ascertained from the Orange County website that she is still in custody and that her bail has been revoked. I am grateful she is still in jail because I least know that she's safe, relatively speaking, and being cared for.

Friday was my last day at work. I was sad. Some of my coworkers had a little going away pot luck for me and it was sweet. I even got some presents! That was awesome. I have decided that Bath and Body=Heaven!

And in one week I start my new job, which totally doesn't make me feel anxious or panicky, AT ALL. Yeah, and I lie....Wednesday I went and did my drug test for the new job and my fingerprints. It was a little ominous. Everyone I met, with the exception of the drug test lady, were very nice and welcoming. However, there was a "sharps box" hung on the restroom wall of the casino, that's where I went for my fingerprints, well not the restroom per say, I meant the casino gaming office. I am going to assume that the casino caters to a lot of diabetic people and that's why they need a used syringe box mounted to the restroom wall! Denial table for one, please.

That's all folks. My next post will probably be from the crappy house. I will maybe take pictures for y'all even. Just be glad you don't live close enough so that we could rope you into helping us move. I don't know if anyone told you this or not, but moving SUCKS big time.

A PSA

First things first. I am, it seems, not unemployable after all! I got a new job! Yippee. Thank you Angry Dad for the interview tips, I think that's what did it, truthfully. I begin my new position on July 2! So, things are now moving at a rather quick rate of speed. I sort of feel like I am riding down a huge hill on a bicycle and am going a little bit too fast to feel safe, but it's fun and exhilarating all at the same time. I will be a "accounting technician". I think it will be interesting and completely and totally different from what I am doing right now, which is not necessarily a bad thing.

I hate change but I am embracing this and hoping for the best. It's going to be a HUGE change for our family, but again, that may not be a bad thing necessarily.

And so now we begin of the arduous task of boxing up everything we own and trekking all our crap three hours away. That, my blogging peeps, I am not looking forward to. But, since we are not intermediately wealthy it's not like we can just torch this place and move on, although I have contemplated the possibilities, trust me! I am joking, of course. Gawd, wouldn't it be awful if our house REALLY did burn down and the insurance adjuster got a hold of this blog and I was charged with arson and they didn't pay off our mortgage? I shudder at the thought of it all! So, scratch that, EVEN if I was super duper rich I would NEVER burn down my own house with it's belongings inside just to get rid of all our crap.

I may not be around your blogs these next few weeks. But, it won't be because I don't love you. It will be because I can't find the computer amidst all the debris and clutter. *sigh*

Oh, and here's tip for you, if some random person you have met at let's say, work, not even necessarily in person, wants to have some kind of a "friendship" with you via email, don't do it. Ever. Even if this person flatters you and makes you feel awesome about yourself. Don't do it. Because, trust me on this, he will turn out to be a lying, useless piece of feces that you wish you could scrape off the bottom of your shoe and be move on. And you will be ashamed of yourself. And you will shudder every time you think about him and his coy little emails. And it's hideous and horrible. Not that I, MOI, would ever do something that stupid and asinine. *ahem* I'm just sayin'. I like to keep my blogging peeps happy and secure, so consider this a public service announcement. *as I clear my throat* Do NOT trust people that you meet online. Wait a cotton-pickin-minute you're all online aren't you? Wait, scratch that. *clears throat again* Do not trust people you have never met in person who want to flatter you and lavish attention on you and then talk inappropriate to you. Even if they tell you are beautiful and "yum-me". *cough, cough* Again, I am just sayin'. It ain't good and it's so not worth it in the end!

Okay, please excuse me. I need to go and hunt down some boxes and tape from the garage. Please don't forget about little ole me. Perhaps next time I post I will be in our new house surrounded by chaos and clutter! Yeah, I can't wait for that...

A pictoral journey of Jodi's hair do's....

Okay, now this is ollllllldddddddddd

No, don't adjust your computer monitors, this picture is in black and white. And no, smart ass, I'm not so old that all they had was black and white pictures back in my day! Geez. (hhahhaha) Actually, this is Chad and my engagement picture, from 1990! I was a whopping 20 years old. Check out that hair, would ya? Holy moly, it's so damn big it can barely fit into the picture! Ugh, youth, where did you scamper off too?

alright..this is nuts

Okay, I am hating blogger right now. And I think I may be an idiot. OY. I have trying to post some pictures for all of my blogging peeps to see, a few people have asked if I am as hideous as I describe myself and to that I say, "well, see for yourself people, read it and weap!". (hahahha) I can't figure out how to format more than one picture and have some kind of captions too. Can somebody tell me how to do that? Does anybody even want to see pictures of me? Probably not...I have a pic of me and VS (vegan sister) at her wedding, one of me and my Dad when I was pregnant with Trent, and one of me and Trent when he was a baby. It was a great pictoral journey of my many different hairsyles, let me tell ya. *sigh*

Anyway, this picture at the bottom of my post is of Connor's open house in April. Notice his sylish head attire. He was our tour guide. And no, Trent in NOT having a seizure, I think he may or be rolling his eyes, as in this is the LAMEST thing EVER. Silly kid. *note: my hair is in a pony tail in this picture. It seems to be my hairstyle of choice these days. It's very sexy and sylish!*

I went for my test yesterday at new job #427. It went well. I typed 56 wpm AFTER the errors were taken out! And I passed my Math test too. WHEW. She said I scored the best so far, oh yeah, I'm THAT cool. (NOT!) Now, I just wait for my interview, *sigh*.

OH, and my arm is looking much much better. I think it was a spider bite after all. I do believe I will live.

Oddness....

Yes, and I do mean oddness, besides my normal current oddness. Do you see this gnarly looking picture to your right? I don't know if it shows up good enough. Chad took it with my cell phone. Long story. Anyway, that is my arm, in case you were wondering. And I have a little mark on there, it's two small little puncture wounds, almost like a bite of some kind. And I've had it for a few weeks I think. Then today it showed up with a bruise all around it. Should I be worried? Freaked out? Do you think I have the plague? Should I immediately rush to the ER? I HATE doctors so the thought of going makes me feel all green and sheepish.

Thank you too for the sweetness you all expressed to me in my last post. I LOVE my blogging peeps. Wes, aka Angry Dad, gave me lots of good tips for my next interview, which I cannot begin to express my gratitude for. I appreciate everyone's sweet thoughts and kind comments...so very much.

Okay, so if you know anything about fat girls arms that suddenly show up with a weird little bite mark and a bruise around it 2 weeks later let me know. Chad accused somebody of doing something from a 1000 miles away, L.O.N.G. story, it cracked up me though. Augh, I need to get a life maybe. If you don't hear from me you'll know it was fatal and indeed I should have rushed in for emergency medicine!