Busy Busy Busy

For the next month or things around here are going to be pretty busy. A storage unit is opening up this weekend so that means we have to start getting the things we want to take with us ready to move out. Most of it we're probably going to leave behind. A few pieces of furniture will probably go depending on if it's able to be clean professionally. That must be why I loath dogs. Most of it came be junked to minimize the load we're moving. He's giving his mom some cabinets that I don't want We're not supposed to be moving back up there until April but I say I have the money now, let's hit the road. The more I sit and think about it, the less I want to wait that much longer. Gwen and Presley's Grandma is ready and waiting to take the kids shopping. Gwen will no longer have to wear a uniform to school and Presley never will, thankfully.This weekend is my birthday and Valentine's Day. We made plans to go out to a casino and dinner. Which is great, we do need some time out but I'm not wanting to be without my babies. Not even for one night. The only time I was away from Presley was when he was in the NICU for a week and two days. And since I left work, I've been with Gwen every night. Unless we go see the new Friday the 13th movie, then I'm here. It opens on my birthday but the way I've been feeling, I won't want to go anywhere. My engagement ring set came in the other day but Darryell said I can't get the engagement ring until my birthday and the wedding band I have to put up until we do get married. I rallied for the move over the wedding. So we moved it back again.I'm hoping the drama will settle down after we move. It's becoming a bit much. There's always two sides to every story and of course the stories people make up to have a personal pity party but I don't care. Let's make up stuff to make the other person look bad but when it all catches up, someone will feel retarded. Hell, I don't care. I have my babies and I'm getting what I want with this move, so anyone who has something negative to say about that can fuck off because I really don't care. My life is well, my babies are healthy, I'm happy as hell to be moving home or somewhere around there and that's all I need. My kids and I may be spoiled but at least we're respectful to the man who's up rooting his life to make us happy.

Almost Time

It's getting that much closer to us moving. We're starting to move things out this weekend, finally. We rented a storage unit and a moving truck and we even formulated a plan for when we do move to Indiana. Darryell had to deliver a vacuum truck to Baton Rouge, so that put our moving schedule behind for the day. But I'm sure we'll get caught up this weekend. Also this weekend Darryell wants to take us to some Mardi Gras parades. Which I'm sure will be fun and it sounds like a great photo opportunity. Gwen is looking forward to them as well. She's been asking all week when Mardi Gras is.I had to break down and renew my drivers licenses down here. I was hoping I could just wait until we're back up there but the wager periods up there isn't long enough for the time frame that we'd be moving. So, it looks like Louisiana has sucked me in. At least now I'm legit again to drive. (Um, I let mine expire.) I'm hoping to get a tattoo or two before we leave. Darryell buddy from work is a tattoo artist, so he's going to talk him into a good deal for a couple tattoos. That means I have to figure out what I want to get with the kids names and birthdays. My Valentine's ring finally came in and it's so pretty. I'll have to put a picture of it on here whenever I get around to taking one. I feel so lame. He went out of his way to pick out the perfect rings for my birthday/Valentine's Day and out wedding band sets and I got him some shoot 'em up games for the PlayStation 2 and the Wii. And I'm slowly puling him into the Guitar Hero. We're still feeling the effects of playing games on Wii. My arms are so sore. We're looking through some designs for a Mother's ring for Mother's Day, so I thought I'd look for a perfect Dad's ring for him for Father's Day. Something special for Presley's Daddy. For the time being we're concentrating on the move up there. And of course I've planned some side trips that could take us out of our way. I want to see some things in New Orleans before we leave Louisiana. There's so Mardi Gras museums and a World Was II museum that look pretty cool and of course I want to go to a small little town to see a Bonnie and Clyde museum and the marker in the place where they were gunned down. And when we're going through Tennessee I want to see Graceland. You know I'm going to see that.Well, Presley is going to be getting back up and I have some laundry and dishes to do and Darryell should be getting back from Baton Rouge sometime soon. I've got to get busy.

Mid_March

I have caught another cold. I feel like crap and my body isn't feeling to well either. I think it's all the late nights catching up with me. I've been feeling super tired the past couple weeks which I figured it was from working out and not being used to it and now I've got a cold. Darryell's been home for the past week and a half and I've tried to catch up on some sleep but it hasn't help thus far. Go figure it comes when I need to be 100%. With us planning to be moved out by this weekend and cookies that need to be baked for a school's bake sale for this weekend and with Presley perfecting his military crawl, I'm always up and going. I'm hoping a few days of rest will do me good.In the kids' lives, Presley is one step closer to crawl but that little boy can so move on his belly. He has a tendency to go for the game systems and controllers. With all the toys that baby has, he goes for the things we just took him from. He's great. He's cut his bottom two teeth. He was like his sister and was a very good when it came to teething. No fussing or anything just one day, he had cut his tooth. He loves to smile and I can't wait to get some pictures of his smile with teeth. The same week he cut his teeth, Gwen lost a baby tooth and was so excited when the Tooth Fairy brought her a dollar. I'm ready to go back home to show the kids' Mamaw, Papaw and Uncle Bubby how much they've have grown. My mom and dad have been super great help checking out houses for us. Thankfully because without them checking these places out, we would have bought the first one we were interested in and it would have been a lemon. The guy on the phone told us it was $3,000 down, $450 a month for 10 years for a three bedroom, two bath on two city lots but it needed some carpet and drywall. Yeah, sounds good over the phone. My parents check it out and it has unlevel floors that need fixed before the carpet goes down, there's holes in the walls of every room, there's a hole in the roof causing water to leak in and as a result, the ceiling in the bedroom upstairs needs replaced. Heck if we wanted to do all that, he'd work harder to keep this place and fix it up. But the only reason he isn't is because I want to go home.I had one of my random Amber moments and decided I was going to streak my hair purple so I went out and bought purple and pink hair dye. And when I got the urge and some foil, I bleached streaks in my hair and when it hits me again, I may do some purple. But I don't know, I'm usually a anti dye your hair at home person but it comes with the territory of being random. We're setting up a time to get me a couple tattoos. Nothing big, of course.....yet. All I was is the kids first and middle names with a heart. I'm so excited for that.Well, it's time for the bus and Presley's on the move again, laundry needs folded, dishes put away, things need packed and moved and all the means, I need to get busy.

Another Day

Today it's just me and Presley around the house. Gwen stayed the night with her Grandparents and Darryell's at work. I can't get used to him working Saturdays but at least he's not working extremely long hours in another start like before. But Presley keeps me busy, so I don't have time to miss him. Gwen on the other hand, she would rather be at her Grandparents house or with her Uncle Bubby. Last weekend (the one without the rain) she helped Grandpa get the pool ready and she dug up her bathing suits and it's been raining ever since. We're hoping the weather warms up sometime soon. I think the kids going crazy being stuck in the house for the past week. We need some sun. She's doing very well in school. She's loves getting up and getting ready and never fights to go to school like she did down there. We drop her off right at the door. So I'm no longer paranoid about her riding a bus. However, I was seriously stressin' during her Indy Zoo field trip last week. Shopping was the only way I could deal. But she made it home without any problems. She has another field trip next week, so I'll start all over again. She's been playing the drums for the Guitar Hero band set. And don't mess with her when she's in the zone. She's ready for summer and has been talking about being a 2nd grader next year.My baby boy is growing like a bad weed. He's already into 12 month clothes and is trying his hardest to walk. He can walk himself down the edge of the couch but when he lets go, he goes straight down. I've had my first causality of his crawling phase. Yesterday he made his way through all his toys, right into the kitchen and tried to pull himself up on the first thing he came across...the mop bucket. Needless to say, when we was done I had to mop again. No biggie. I was more stressed about getting the Mop & Glow off him. My poor baby. He unorganised my very anally organised DVDs everyday. But he's so cute when he goes it. One at a time like he's looking for something to watch. And sometimes he'd rather be with his Daddy over me and sometimes Gwen over Daddy and me but he's a very happy, healthy and spoiled baby. He the funnest person I know and I love waking up to him every morning. Sorry Darryell.I'm the same for the most part. I've been feeling sick, tired and just plain moody lately. I hope I'm not getting sick again. But with all this crap going around, I'm glad I buy my hand sanitizer in the huge bottle. But I'm not worried about me. My kids are what's important. My landlord is completely incompete. He has the need to tell story after story and think I really believe what he says. But I pay the rent and hope he won't come back for a while. He wants to make sure rent is on time, yet he's the one who owes the guy who owns the house a ton of back payments. He's the kind of people who complains about people not using spell check but doesn't use it himself. Now I'm one of those people he talk crap online but if you meet this guy, you'd be left wondering what the hell was that guy even talking about. I better get this over with. It's still early but I've got to go to the store.

Yet Another Rainy Day

Well, it's another rainy day leading to Presley and I being stuck in the house. The only times we were out this week was to go to some appointments. One of which was a doctor appointment. Not fun for either of us. I take that back, Presley had a good time talking to everyone. He's been sick since Sunday and we're lucky we got him into the doctor when we did or his ear infection could have became worse. Yesterday was the worse. He cried nearly the whole day up until we got to the doctor. Then he was his usual happy self. And of course he was a great baby for his daddy when he got home from work. Poor baby has to take icky medicine every six hours. Darryell and I have been sick right along with Presley. Which makes him being extra fussy at night a little more difficult but we manage to get him back to sleep somehow. Then poor old Darryell has to get up at 5:30, sick to go to work. But he does it, everyday. After working all day he has to come home to me and the baby not looking or acting our best, thanks to this cold.It was my first Mother's Day with Presley. And seeing my kids in the morning makes me see how lucky I am to have them. No matter how late Presley kept me up or even if Gwen is acting stubborn as a donkey getting ready for school. Darryell and the kids got me a mom necklace for Mother's Day. And Gwen planted me a flower and made a card. Which I love. I always love it when Gwen uses her creativity to make me gifts. We had a cookout out at my parents house and my mom was super nice and kept the kids a few extra hours so we could catch up on some sleep. Got to love my mom.Darryell's old dog passed away last week. He expected it but it was still hard when I had to tell him she was gone. She had been swelling in the back legs since she was moved to Darryell's mom's house but it went down before we left. So I let him bring her with us. And a month later, she died. Now we have one dog, Macaroni, and that's nearly enough dogs but I'm talking Darryell into a kitten.We think that something is going to go down with our landlord and the man who really owns this house. The gentleman who owns this place tried to catch us before we paid rent last month but said he'd be back in touch with my parents before next month. Hmmmm...I hope it's interesting. The landlord stalks this house like I owe him child support. When he's the one who has yet to fix the things he was supposd to fix before April 1. We'll see what goes down in the next couple of weeks. My life has lacked drama in the past couple months, so this should be good.Well, Presley is getting up and he won't be happy if I'm not right there.

Blowing Off Steam About Our 'Slumlord'

Alright now, it's really late and I should be going to bed but I need a serious bitch fest about our landlord. He doesn't seem to be running on a full tank of gas. It all starts with little things, like telling us our little weinner dog is going to tear up his fence and to move him to the very back of the yard. So we move him all the way into the back corner. Then he makes a big deal about us bringing the trash cans inside the fence after trash day. But when when we did leave them out there, he pulled his trailer up and unloads trash from it to our trash cans, so we have nowhere to put our trash for the week. He would come over reminding us to cut our grass like some sort of lawn mowing Nazi. He hasn't fixed a thing he said he would have done by the time we moved in. It's been over two months since my parents signed his lease and the roof has yet to be fixed but that didn't stop him from dumping used boards and old shingles in our backyard. But if we would have left junk laying around like that, he'd totally bitch at us. He put a fridge in here that didn't work and even after we told him repeatedly that it wasn't working properly, he left it in here and only once half-ass 'worked' on it and finally took it out of here a few days ago. Thank God we brought ours from Louisiana or we would have been totally screwed.However, what finally did it for us was him filling up our basement with all kinds of his junk and taking our key to it back. Oh but there so much more to the basement full of junk. Apparently, there's stuff down there he's selling to random people. And without any type of warning or even a knock at the door, these said random people come and go in our backyard as they please. The landlord himself is creep enough but me being home alone during the day with the kids, I really freaked out. They might as well have walked through our house and out the back. I hear loud bangs down there and they're lucky we don't own a gun (with bullets). I worry that if they'll just get in the basement (which now has a broken lock, thanks dumbasses), what's stopping them from getting into the house. Since we aren't the only key holders to this place. We have our little dog who sometimes barks at strangers. What dog doesn't. He doesn't bite but I hate for him to feel defensive against these strangers and bite one of them and he has to be put down because of all this shit. But today the camel's back finally broke. I called my mom and dad freaking out because someone was out there. So they come over and my dad calls the landlord over here asking about all his junk in the backyard and why these people can come and go as they please. (My parents are on the lease too, so he can bitch too) Well, the landlord starts a fight with my dad saying he can do whatever he wants like it or not and starts blaming our dog for his cheap ass tiles peeling in the laundry area. So he said since we don't like it, we're out by July 10th. So he's kicking us out because we didn't like the fact that he's done nothing he stated in the contract, he was confronted about letting people come and go in the yard without warning and two peeling tiles. It's complete and total bullshit.My dad thought we were mad about the fight that lead up to us being booted but once I calmed down and thought about it, it couldn't have worked out any better. Since the first day I met Mr. Slumlord, he creeped me out. I didn't feel comfortable in my own house. He always showed up when Darryell wasn't home. And this way, we're not breaking the contract, he's throwing us out. We're in may ways relived. I'm already making plans on how this packing is going to do down. We're going to replace those two tiles that were already peeling. So he can't try to keep our deposit he already said he would give back IF after his walk through, we 'pass'. We'll shell out a whole 75 cents to replace them. First of all, if he wouldn't have used cheap tile to start with, it wouldn't be peeling. And secondly, my dog didn't do it, I accidently made it peel more when I was mopping. Shows what he knows. My mom is trying to get ahold of the man who really owns this house. The guy our landlord can't even make payments too. So he knows what happened incase Mr. Slumlord trys to push anything off on us. But anyone looking to rent and/or buy in Terre Haute, In. He is a total slumlord. He will charge you rent that's way too high for a way too small house, that you can only use half of. He will try to make stupid guide lines like the only place you can put your dog and no hanging of pictures and He will repay you for jumping through his flaming hoops by letting your roof leak, filling up your trash cans with his trash, let strange people in the yard and leave broken appliances in your too small house and blame you and your little dog too for everything he didn't fix to start with. Renter beware. I feel much, much better now. Thank you.