Beautiful (but busy) day..
I am actually going outside--the depression isn't forcing me into the basement as it usually does all winter. I just wish the anxiety and flashbacks would diminish as well--I think I will put that on my psychological wish-list.'>
I slept until Colin came home from school. I just needed a nap. I am still very tired, but I know why that is this time. I took my daily dose of 'happy pills' too late last night and they cause me to be groggy the next day.
I wish I could sleep in my bed, but I can't. I haven't been able to sleep up there for quite a while now. I don't know what it is--it started when Taylor began roaming and became unbearable to be in it after I was separated for the second time. I have become to hate that room. Maybe I can do something to change that.
My neighbor's on one side of my house have put their house up for sale. It was a bit of a shock--they never said a word and we get along fine. They just tore the whole house apart and redid the whole thing--It amazes me to think that, after all of that money and time (he did the work himself) that they would sell.
Then again, they are young. The house is a ranch, and it is probably better to just buy a two-story instead of putting a second floor on. The husband has just started as an electrician, so he has a good career ahead of him. The wife's family owns two large restaurants in our area and does very well--she works for her brother so, she never has to worry about her job.
I wish I had that type of luck--her husband got the job as an electrician through her. It is her cousin that owns that business.
I just wish I could have that type of luck--ah, to be from a large family (she is one of 7).
Before they owned the house, this ex-nun lived there. She was as batty as they come but quiet. She talked to herself, her 10 cats, but seemed relatively harmless.
I came home from picking up my work one day and, a driveway was sitting on my land. While I was gone, she had her cousin come over, (she is another one from town that has family in every business), and put down a driveway where there wasn't one. Well, there wasn't one because--um...that was my land!
The driveway went all the way up, only feet from my side door!
“Oh,” she said. “I wondered why the contractor dug the first one up before I bought the house”! DUH! Her house and my house were subdivided land. STUPID!
To make a long story short, she was harmless enough and she lived alone. We just agreed that, I would move my fence over a bit so our diagonal lot looked straight and all was well.
Then, she sold the house. She had to put money in escrow to cover whatever costs would be entailed on fixing her error of the driveway. Because I didn't know who would buy the house, I didn't want a driveway on my land and didn't want a variance either. The driveway leads directly up to where my side door is. If I get one asshole in there who likes to work on cars, I will have exhaust fumes come right in my side door!
It ended up that, I liked these new neighbors, and they were nice enough to understand about the side door issue. I told the nun-lady that, there was no rush in fixing it, as long as it was done.
That was 5 years ago. The money to fix it is STILL sitting in escrow.
Well, now I have the issue coming up again. The ex-flighty-nun still has not fixed the driveway. We were supposed to have some sort of divider put in, just so it didn't look like we had shared driveways. She hemmed and hawed, waiting and waiting until the escrow was built up-now, she has to fix it or they can’t sell the house.
She is being difficult. She is not happy that, I want a privacy fence instead of just having bushes put in there. Now, I could be an asshole. I could make her rip up the whole driveway and then the fence; redo the whole thing and it could cost her thousands. No, I just want a few feet of privacy fence to hide their driveway THAT ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE--probably no more than $200, and have it installed (probably another few hundred). It will cost her under 1k; she gets back the remainder, including interest from 5 years! What is the problem?
GREED! She only wants to put a few arborvitaes in there for privacy and leave happy. She doesn’t want to put in a fence. She says she isn’t paying for that. (We had originally asked for a privacy fence 5 years ago, when she sold the house).
Pull out your rosary beads, Ms. Ex-Nun! NO WAY am I having that done! If those suckers die, I get stuck replacing them--and dealing with having two driveways looking at each other through my side door.
She wants back all of that damn money! She can bite me! I will take her to court.
People can really piss me off, you know?
The other entry today describes my-- eh, hem - cousin and how she treated my children at Christmas. Well, she sent an invitation for the Easter party.
I threw the sucker right in the garbage, before the kids could see it.
She can bite me too!
The autism coordinator came today, and made Taylor's picture-board for me. We set up tonight’s and have been using it. It shows her, systematically what our routine for the night is--just like they do in school.
She actually handed me the card that said, 'WALK' on it, wanting to go out with Molly. I put it next to the 'eat' card so she would know that, she would go after dinner. It worked like a charm! She walked away, knowing that she would go out after she ate!
EL COOLO!
Tom comes tonight and is here for the weekend. There goes the thought of any fun. I hate the weekends when he is here. I am hoping he gets outside and does some yard work. The problem is, he usually just sits on his Ralph-Cramden ass and watches TV.
I should stop complaining, right?
Hell, no! He is the laziest SOB I have ever met!
Okay, so I am ranting--I am bitchy. Humor me.
My tax money did come in and Tom did have it put into my account. I paid over 3k in bills. My car insurance is almost paid, the credit cards are paid down, and the water department/sewer department will be extremely happy as well.
Now, if that NUN makes me spend the remainder on a damn lawyer, she will wish she lived in Tibet with the MONKS!
That is my bitch for the day--and to think, it isn't over yet!