Merry Christmas!!

Mitch and I are scheduled to move to the 28th, and close to nothing is packed. I spent about 75 hours at work this week. Today I bought a fridge. The total was $666.69.

On a happier note, I am the proud owner of this:

A co-worker of Mitch's and a friend of both of ours, was in an accident at the mine on Friday.

Part of the roof fell on Paul which has left him with a broken shoulder and arm, broken leg and some broken ribs. He also has what is most likely permanent damage to his spinal cord. It is low enough down his back so that he should have full use of his arms, but it's too soon to think of that as good news.

Paul lives in our building and drives to work with Mitch everyday.

The home inspection took place yesterday and everything went wonderfully. So... now we have a house! Everything has been finalized and we get possession on the 28th of September. Yeee!!

So if Pluto isn't a planet because it's a dwarf planet, what does that mean for dwarf people?

Not really people?

So we put an offer on another house. The house is listed as the result of a divorce, and because of this the process is a little more drawn out. We haven't gotten the official "it's yours", but we know that we've got it. Pending inspection, of course.

It needs a little love and has a pretty hideous kitchen, but we're really excited about it. When we go for the inspection, I'll take some pictures.


Some details

A lot of you haven't heard from me in a while, and I want to kind of explain this now instead of the next time I talk to you. I'm usually very open about things, but for some reason this is hard for me to get out.

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So.. Mitch and I bought the house pending the inspection. Unfortunately the inspection didn't go so well. We knew it needed work and that we were capable of just about anything except foundation issues. Well guess what.. that house's foundation is effed. It's a block basement up until six inches below ground; that's when it turns to wood. Untreated wood at that. Nevermind that it's not straight. Once you know what to look for, it's visible that the house is slanted inward. Some of the window sills in the basement were out more than an inch from top to bottom.

It's dissapointing but I guess that just wasn't the right house for us.

Bought a house, bought a house, bought a house, house, house!

Bought a house, bought a house, bought a house, house, house!!!

Details (and maybe some pictures) to come!

I just applied for a Capital One Mastercard. I already have a Mastercard.. but this one has a ladybug on it.

I am being sent to the psychiatrist. This time there will be no talk of full moons or aliens. Only fixing.

(Maybe some hypnotism if I'm lucky.)

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I am celebrating with a glass of wine and a fine game of Family Feud.

I wish that when my mom was hurtful, that it was out of spite. That way I could say something.

As it is, she has no idea how mentally unsound I am.

I don't know how the hell my family doesn't realize how much of my being a crazy person, is because of them. Especially her. She is turning me into a mental case. She told me a few weeks ago that she felt like a failure, and then proceeded to make an effort for almost a whole day.

Dad always stands up for her, feeding me bullshit about stress and her mother, as though those aren't the exact same problems that I'm having.

Her mother fucked her up, so I'm supposed to sit back and let her do the same thing to me.

Just how is someone supposed to be drowned if not for the aforementioned 'alive' part?

The place that I work for is going to be moving to a bigger facility and I have been chosen to design the new lab.

The new lab is about twice the size of the current one, but a quarter of the space is for a different process. Also, twice the amount of equipment is going to be in the new one, plus a big-ass chemical reclamation thing.

This is stressing me out to no end. I've just given it my third go, and I effing hate it.

My boss suggested that I drink while I work on this. I listened. Now I am frustrated, will have to work in a congested, poorly designed lab, and drunk.

Last night I watched the new King Kong.

Uncontrollable blubbering ensued.

I just came home to find my kitty on the front steps with his friends. He tried to act tough and shoo them away when he saw me, but he's not fooling anyone.


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