You're Fired

Or better yet I am fired. I always have these fantastic plans of blogging interesting things on a daily basis. And I always fail. This says something about me. No, I am not a failure, I just have issues with commitment, to blogs.

I will blame it on the stress of work, school (WHY THE HELL DID I GO BACK, well to complain about it of course) and buying a house.

I should be closing next week. That is unless jesus or his father decide they hate me enough to screw this job up. I will post pre and post pictures. And note to all homeowners... there is no possible way that the decor of "Carebear Throwup" is appropriate or aesthetically pleasing.

This is all.

Full Moon

Disclosure, this is a rant blog.

New Moon broke box office records this weekend with the biggest opening weekend in history. This is not what annoys me. Nope. It is the response from movie snobs and annoying people that is my problem. If you don't like the movie that is fine, you are allowed your personal feeling. What I don't care for is the snobby nature of people complaining about this.

I saw the movie opening night. I love the book series. There is nothing wrong with that. And there is nothing wrong with the millions of people who are reading it. I imagine the same people crying about the records haven't read them either. Guess what, the books may not be literary genius, but they are good reads and any author that can get a generation of kids reading rather than playing video games is good.

There is not an end of movies as we know it. There is a huge following for the books and so there is going to be a huge following for the movies. It doesn't matter what critics say, it doesn't matter what movie snobs think. These people enjoy the books and want to see the characters come to life, even if it doesn't meet your standards.

Move on people. If you don't like the movie don't spend your dollars on it.

My foot tastes icky

Today has been an testy day. It started off with someone throwing me under the bus. Then a decision I made in an attempt to make things better bit me in the ass, hard. Now I have a horrible headache that nothing is fixing. I even took pills... and I hate taking pills.

I am going to wake up in the morning and just pretend that today didn't happen. I am aware that this will not make the problem better, that I am just avoiding. But guess what? Every once in a while we all get to do this.

I now hate HGTV

House hunting is more than a fantastic show on HGTV. Actually, because I truly value honesty, it has been one of the worst experiences of my life. That is saying a great deal, especially if you know anything about my marriage and subsequent divorce.

This market is horrific. Everything is a short sale. The few houses that aren't short sales are snatched up in the blink of an eye. The BF and I finally made the decision, or two decisions.. we made two offers.

The first one that was accepted is actually next door to where I am now. It is an older home, but I have a certain comfort level. I know the neighborhood. I can yell at the neighborhood kids and they take my word as law.

The problem is that the house failed (and I mean FAILED) the inspection. The chimney is on the ground in the backyard thanks to last weeks horrific windstorm. The basement bathroom and crawlspace have black mold. There are multiple negative slopes... I could go on and on. We walked away.

Now we hope (and pray) that the other home, the newer on that should have no problems, comes through this week. The agent for the seller has been less then ethical. My agent and I were discussion the possibilities of filing a formal complaint. He told me "most people just walk away and let it go, because it is a hassle". Ha. He does NOT know me. I strongly believe on following through, it's all about the principal for me.

While I may have a passionate need to stick it to him... I am intelligent enough to know when to start my battle. That would be after he finally pulls his shit together and we get the house.

Why yes, I'd love some cheese with my wine

It is inevitable. When I really need to world to be on my side, it isn't. Only when I need things to run smoothly does my life turn into a chaotic drama that is made for TV. While this is very much my history I am one of those naive (read stupid) people who tends to hope for something better.

Really world? Done shitting on me?

Now of course I know that people have worse problems then me. But guess what, this is MY blog, so MY problems are the center of discussion. If you don't want to read about ME, MYSELF, and I... probably should find another blog. Oh wait... no one reads anyway.

Dear god (and world), please play nice. Thanks much.

Kansas City Calling

It has been more than a few years since I have been able to get back to KC for a pleasant reason. I have a multitude of memories from my childhood that surround the area, but it seems I can’t grasp on to them. I had a very sobering trip. I had gone for work and had told myself I would just stay at the hotel, avoid the known. Unfortunately, as it usually is with me, I am drawn to my past and memories that are so tightly bound.

The positive, I was able to spend a few hours talking with my aunt and uncle, sharing stories of the good times.

The negative, no matter how hard we all try, there is an emptiness that can’t be filled. Death is so tragic, even when we expect it. It doesn’t matter how we prepare or how me plan on coping, it will always win the battle. After leaving my aunt and uncle’s I ventured to the familiar neighborhood of my youthful memories. I found myself pulled over on the side of the road as the tears poured. I attended her funeral, I said my prayers, released the pain. Yet somehow, I haven’t fully grieved. I was very much consumed with the pain and suffering that goes hand and hand with death. As I continued to drive I found myself, once again, avoiding the hotel and driving to the park we spent hours at, past the church where she dedicated much of her time. With every landmark the pain seemed to deepen.

As we age death becomes a more intimate part of our lives. Those we knew when we were younger have succumbed to the path of life, leaving us behind.

I still miss you, and I spent the last few days remembering the importance behind your life and the uncountable number of souls you touched. With each day that goes by I will continue to honor your memory, even if it is in the smallest, most insignificant way. Thank you for your role in making me who I am today, for showing me that I can accomplish anything, for believing that I was special. If I can only be this to one person then my life has had purpose.

Can you beat this affection?

My cat, Cleopatra, loves to chew on body parts. She doesn't bite down hard, she nibbles. It is a sign of affection, I promise. It isn't a sign that she wants to devour your arm.