Friday, February 26, 2010

Give A Little, Take A Little

Giving, since I'm feeling generous right now. So I got my course analysis back from my sewing class I taught at the start of the month. Interesting little tidbit on that is that I saw what my students wrote and everything was true on what the school sent me, except for my ratings. The students all rated me at a 5, but for educational purposes and that whole leave room for improvement thing, the school said I got a 3. Really? That's weak! Whatever. I know I did well and it was a great class. Monday starts the beginning of my 3-part class on crochet so that will be fun. I got 5 students signed up and I'll be getting paid like $200 for that so that's pretty sweet. Someone is going to come in to take photos for the website so that will be cool too. I'm super excited.

And of course taking... tomorrow is my pistol instructor class I'm taking. It's pretty much for street credit, yo. As the founder of LLL, it's only appropriate I have NRA certification on how to instruct people how to shoot. Although, I also signed up to do the rifle and shotgun courses too. Like I said, it's all about the street credit, yo. Someone told me I can teach boy scouts. Yes, I could. But I question how many teenage boys want to learn how to shoot a gun from a chick. The more I think about it, I bet they'd be pretty psyched... ah, good times.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Where To Find Classy Folks

Forget the hot night clubs or the upscale restaurants. Reno's classiest people are all found at Miss Fits adult novelty shop on Wells. Only while driving home have I seen on several occasions parents, either alone or with their "other", with children in tow either coming out or going into the smut shop. Seriously? Is it that important you have to go into a sex shop right at that moment with your kids? Couldn't your lace body stockings wait another day? Are they on sale for $1 or something? And don't the employees have a moral obligation to turn the parents out as every sex store I've ever known of has a NO ONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ALLOWED INSIDE? I mean, at what point did a sex shop become like an R film where you can't come in unless you have your parents or guardians with you? Seriously, how do you explain a dildo to your 4 year old? "Oh, this is something mommy keeps when her boyfriend is in prison to keep her company..." I am beyond words. I can't even comprehend any of this. If it were just today, I would attribute it as some sort of mind-playing-tricks-on-me from being sick, but I've seen it at least two or three other times. Oh well. I'll let them wonder why their kids drop out of school at 12 and stray into a world of prostitution, teen pregnancy, drug use, and a life of crime.

I suppose things could always be worse.

This week has been a bit of a nightmare at our house. For starters, Charlie had a cold that lasted about two weeks. It didn't get better and his eyes started to pus. I took him to the doctors about ten days ago and they said it was one of the millions of viruses going around. I took him back today because it wasn't getting better and now I find he has a double ear infection, sinus infection, and bronchial infection. He almost had to be hospitalized, but fortunately he got better with the treatments, so now we're going to have to do that at home. He needs amoxicillin twice a day and breathing treatments three times a day. Fortunately the insurance company will pay for the pump but trying to give Charlie treatments is close to impossible.

Monday was my birthday and it sucked. I, too, am sick. Nothing near Charlie's cold, but my body aches. I spent Valentine's Day hauling 700 lbs. of books upstairs to the new apartment and hurt my back and I'm not sure my body aches because of that or because of the cold. Moving has been horrible. I feel like nothing has been accomplished. Jesse is finally taking stuff over but it's so much work and so little time.

Anyway, it's really hard right now trying to juggle a sick child, a sick adult, and trying to move into a new place and clean up the old one. If anyone knows of a big rock I can crawl under, let me know where it's located and I'll be there. Thanks.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Rocked Like A Hurricaine

This last week has been rather chaotic. Charlie had a cold and was really sick with super high fevers and a sore throat. When he cried, he would go "Ow! Ow!" because it hurt and there wasn't anything that could be done. I broke my dear coffee maker. And then, to add insult to injury, Friday morning, as Jesse was leaving for work, we were told our rental home was being foreclosed. This was a shock to us as we had been told months earlier that a bid was made on the home and the bank approved it. We called to make sure it wasn't some hoax and I spoke to the man who gave us the card and he informed us he was hired by the bank. I then called the land lord, who couldn't be reached and I thought she must have known and was avoiding us at first. Then I called the realtor, who informed me there was so much going on with the house that she had completely stepped out of being involved with things. At some point, some phone calls must have been made and I heard back from our landlord, who was pretty livid at the fact the realtor bailed on her and didn't inform her and that she was finding out about the foreclosure through her tenants. She felt horrible in having not known and pretty much told us that anything we wanted to take like fridge, stove, etc. we could as she owned them and was trying to make up for the crappy turn of events. Basically what happened was the person who put the bid on the home decided to back out. Another person put a bid on the home, but in the period he was dealing with the banks to get an approval on his offer, the bank decided to just foreclose.

As renters, we had two options. The first is cash for keys. The bank pays us to move out basically. We have to be out quickly and they pay for our moving expenses. The second is to stay here for 90 days, in which we have to vacate afterward and if we weren't gone by 90 days, we would be evicted if need be. So here we have a child recovering from a cold, two parents who are now coming down with child's said cold, and we're being foreclosed on top of it all. Needless to speak, we were kinda in foul moods this weekend. We decided the cash for keys option is our best bet as we weren't under the assumption we had to move until a few days ago and hadn't saved up or looked into new places. We really didn't know what to expect money wise at the time because we didn't know if they'd give us what we pay for rent or how it would work out. We were given the bank's offer on Monday, which we were allowed to negotiate. Since we paid about $500 to clean the chimney and repair the furnace, plus we just put some oil for the heater in the tank (another $160), add the costs of moving, utility connections, plus first month's rent, security deposit, and a pet deposit and well, we're asking for $3,000. It's a little high, but we're aiming higher than our actual numbers in hopes they'll lower it to what we want, or, who knows, give us $3,000.

Now that we had some numbers, we were able to shop around. Strangely enough, we found a really cute place today online. There were a few others but this one had some good features. Lots of storage in the unit. 2 bedroom that allows pets. Sadly, only one dog under 25 lbs, so Toby, who only was living with us for two weeks, has to move. Fortunately, he is staying in the family and going home with my parents. It only seemed right, seeing as he pretty much decided my mom was his new best friend when she came up. It'll be nothing more than pug life for us from here on out. Of course we didn't plan on leaving when we got Toby, but oh well. The place is set up pretty nifty and the winning point is that is has a swimming pool! Woo hoo! I'm actually EXCITED about summer now! Anyway, we put a hold deposit down and got approved and will be signing the lease this week for a move in next week.

Oh, and more bad news, I left the lights on the Oldsmobile for the who knows how manyth time. I killed the battery and had AAA jump it because we couldn't get it to start with Jesse's truck. The AAA guy was actually a chick and I found it kinda odd but cool. I think I still feel pretty uneasy about seeing women doing a man's job even so far after the whole feminist movement. I don't mind like doctors and what not, but a job that seems to require physical strength and mechanic abilities. I dunno. It's cool, but I guess maybe I'm a little jealous that I'm not strong enough or smart enough to figure it out. I mean, hell, I left my lights on and killed my battery. It's one thing to have a man treat you like a dumb girl, but to have another girl do it, woooh, them's fightin' words... actually she wasn't condescending at all, so it's all good. But man, I really need to have like a brain switch put in to remind me to turn off lights, remember where I leave my glasses, not forget to do important things, stuff like that.

Ever since I had Charlie one of my major pregnancy setbacks has been short term memory and sometimes I feel like I have alzheimers or something. I mean, I forget what I'm talking about mid-sentence sometimes. Every doctor tells me it's some sort of hormone crap but I dunno, that seems pretty major for hormones. It's really frustrating, too, because I'm not even 30 yet. It just scares the crap outta me to think what will happen in another 30 years. I mean, I can live with stretch marks, but give me back my memory, and bladder functionality, and quit with the heartburn after chocolate already! Jeebus!

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Irresponsibility Infuriates Me

Jesse and I went to Walmart tonight to do our grocery shopping together and we made a pit stop by the auto aisle so Jesse could get some cleaning ruckus there. Out of the corner of my eye I see a go-back cart and in there is one of those Daisy BB rifles. I also spy two dumb jackoff Hispanic guys in their early 20's being jack asses walking up and down the aisles goofing around and one guy spies the BB rifle and picks it up and points it at his friend laughing and cackling in Spanish at each other. I nearly lost it. I think if they weren't speaking Spanish I would have gone and yelled at them. It just infuriates me to no end to see this kind of behavior. My husband lost his eye due to a BB gun when he was 15. For people to treat BB guns like they're toys is beyond me. It shoots a projectile. If you need protective gear to play with a paintball gun, why do people treat BB guns as if they're different? Those two idiots were walking around pointing a gun at each other without thinking of the potential reciprocations of their actions. Suppose a CCW holder sees them and thinks they're holding someone hostage and decides to be a hero? They could get shot. Suppose someone in the store thinks they're robbing someone and a security guard or off duty cop pulls their guns on them? Suppose their own stupidity makes them start pulling triggers and they injure one another? Its idiots like these who are prime examples as to why we have our gun rights taken away. Idiots like them who don't get the proper instruction or have the common sense to realize that whether its a BB gun, a real gun, or a paintball gun, that you don't go pointing it at people EVER, let alone in a public place!? What are they thinking!? I was just flabbergasted. I absolutely refused to walk down that aisle till they were gone for fear they would do something stupid. I'd never be a hero in a situation unless my life, my son, or husband's was in danger but those idiots came real close. Fortunately, I also have a real quick eye for details, that being I did see there was a trigger lock device on the BB gun, but I keep playing out in my mind what would happen if someone actually pulled a gun on them because they think they were attempting to pull off a crime. I know this is just fuel the anti-gun lobbyists use to propagate their campaigns, but dammit, people like that make me so angry! It's not the guns that should be outlawed, it's the idiots that need to be dealt with. That gun sat there, harmless, doing nothing, but in the hands of the right idiot, it could have done some damage. I wish I was fluent in Spanish to where I could chew their asses out because I would have. When we left, I asked Jesse if he was as pissed off as I was, unfortunately, he didn't see what was happening as it was on his blind side. AGH! I am still mad! They're like poster children for everything that is wrong in the world and it just makes me so mad thinking about it still!!! I need to eat and try to forget about it...

Friday, February 5, 2010

Death of a Percolator

Yesterday I nearly brought myself to tears. I was so clumsy for some reason and I kept crashing into walls or tripping on furniture. But that wasn't what upset me. Two nights ago, my coffee maker, which was a vintage 70's percolator type, needed a little bit of repair. The wiring was messed up so I took the wiring housing apart and stripped the wires back to re-wire it and put it back together and it worked like a charm. Well, yesterday, I was rinsing my sink out and I knocked the coffee pot over and saw it happen in slow motion, fall off the counter, crash onto the counter and break into shards all over my leg and foot, cascading onto the floor all over the kitchen. I was practically in tears. Not because I had glass break all over my leg, because I had jeans on and was protected from getting cut, but because I love my coffee maker. I just can't find something so compact or adorable in stores now days. What a loss! I'm convinced I wasn't supposed to own him anymore. I'll probably see if I can find a new one at the Humane Society Thrift Shop on 4th street some time today while I'm out. Anyway, yeah, I'm sad about that still. Just had to vent.