It’s been a while since I’ve written here.  I have a “normal” blog that’s all happy and cheerful and stuff, so I’ve been posting there a bit.  But today I had to rant.

My oldest daughter is now 17.  Her boyfriend proposed at the prom, and they’ve decided to get married in 2011. Well, at first she wanted to get married in November, because it would be when they were both 19 and it would be in the fall with the trees’ colors and the cool air making it a nice for an outdoor wedding.  I was OK with that, though her father says she’s marrying this jerk over his dead body.  Well, now she’s decided the wedding will be on her 19th birthday.  I texted her and told her that was a bad idea since it screws her out of stuff for their entire marriage (not just stuff, but reasons to celebrate, etc)  and it was likely due to him just wanting less dates to remember.  She texted bad and said that it was indeed his idea and it was to make sure they didn’t fight over him forgetting their anniv.  Well hell!  If he thinks he’s going to forget the anniversary and they’re NOT EVEN MARRIED YET, then why the hell even bother with this idiot.???  If he can’t pull his head out of his ass long enough to put an alarm on his phone or mark a damn calendar, what makes her think he’ll care enough to come home at night????!?!?!?!

What kills me the most though is she actually said he cares more about her than we do.  ….  She is my first born.  My baby. I sat up holding her hand every night for months because she’d have bad dreams and was afraid to go to sleep alone.  I worried more about her spending the night at her grandma’s when I was in labor with my second – than I worried about my second being OK.  My oldest was my whole world. I’m sure my husband wasn’t happy about that, but it’s just how I was.  And now she’s 17, apparently some asshat highschool dropout jerk care more about her than i do.

Even her grandfather didn’t like him before he’d even met him just from the smirk on the kid’s face in their prom pictures.

At least she is going to NY next week.  She’ll be gone with her 13 yr old sister and her grandmother and stay with family on Long Island who have some money.  They even asked if they could spoil them.  I’m hoping the time apart from asshat boy will help her realize she can make her own decisions and not have to listen to his incessant whining.  Everytime I had her talked into this trip, the boy would whine and talk her out of going.  He’d miss her TOO MUCH. HAH!  This kept going back and forth, him undoing everything I’d done to get her to go willingly, til I told her she had no choice.  Finally her uncle in NY talked to her and convinced her to go and like it.  I’m fairly sure he bribed her. Whatever it takes.

I just wish she’d look for someone other than a  HS dropout mama’s boy.

Today was the day. I had been emailing the lady who was friends with the guy who wanted our old trailer. She said he wanted to meet us, and we agreed on Saturday at 10am.  So, even though we stayed up late watching a movie Friday night, we all got up and ready and hauled ourselves over to the old trailer. We set the girls to work on the inside of the trailer and DH and I tacked the shed. There was actually a lot more in the shed than I’d thought.  While we were working on it, a car pulled up. It was the lady who had been emailing me.  She said the guy would be coming by soon.  Meanwhile she chatted a little, then even went inside and helped the kids clean up the bedrooms. Finally the guy came by. After I introduced he and DH to one another, we handed him the title that we’d already signed as well as the paper of info for the trailer that had been on the wall of the closet, and the mail key.

The guy’s friend came by as well as the maintenence people who happen to be the parents of 17’s (16 had a birthday) ex boyfriend.  Well one of them. She had dated their son when she was 14 and he was 16 until they were 15 and 17. Apparently he was a jerk and couldn’t keep his hands off of her – though we didn’t know it at the time.  Nothing terribly major though, but enough for her to dump him for a nicer guy.  ANYWAY, his mother is one of the rudest and mose crass people I’ve ever met.  When 17 came outside to dump a trash bag in the pile, the woman called out to her and called her “Fatty”.  I have to say 17 is not fat. She’s chunky maybe, but she’s got a great figure and does have a waist (as opposed to my spare tire ugh). Anyway, doesn’t matter, the woman was just rude.  I wanted to say something to her, but I felt it just was not the place or time, and I would simply not stoop to her level.  I knew my kid would just ignore the woman, as she can’t stand her anyway.  Oh, and let me just say the woman has no place to talk, she’s missing teeth and has no partials or dentures to replace them, she’s got a man’s haircut (and not one of those sassy spiky things – just an ugly man’s haircut with graying dark hair)  and she’s also heavyset.  I simply do not understand.

So, anyway, I heard the maintenance people leaving, then the guy’s friend asked what exactly they were doing there, and then they all got in their cars and left. So, my family was left to get our junk out of there.  The girls got the inside done and two of them went off to a bday party. 17 went to get her boyfriend (the nice one) and brought him over to help.  I think it took 3 loads to the dump, and about 4 hours and a box of trashbags, but we finally got everything out of the shed, and hauled off or brought back here.  I didn’t think we’d have much left to keep, but we did. I found a lot of old stuff from when I was a teenager.  I’d like to go thru it again before throwing most of it away.  no need in keeping everything.  Now my gazebo is covering piles of stuff. That’s what I get to do tomorrow.  Sort.

We did leave one tub of stuff that had been half ful of water black with mold.  We kicked it over to empty the water out, and we’ll have to go back and figure out how to take care of that. There’s also still a pile of wood stuff the dump won’t take. We’ve got to see if a friend of ours wants it for his burn pile.  He’s a pyromaniac, so shouldn’t be a problem.

The guy said he signs his lease tomorrow, they’ve already approved him, he just has to fix the underpinning and get rid of the shed.  The woman said she was going to see if they could talk them into letting him keep the shed if he put a new roof on it and painted it.  They also raised his lot rent by $15.  They had JUST raised it less than 6 months ago.

But basically it’s over.  In fact, if I can talk DH into going over and dealing with the moldy tub full of stuff and the wood pile, I might never have to go back there again. Oh happy day!!!

I got the email yesterday!  The landlord approved the guy!  We’re meeting at 10am Saturday morning to hand over the title and the mail key.  I’m so excited!!  I’m not crazy about having to clean up the rest of our stuff, but hopefully it won’t take too long and we can bid them goodbye and be on our way and never look back!

I think it may be a sign that my tomcat that kept going over to the old place and we’d have to get him and drive him home – has apparently decided this is home now.  We brought him back last Saturday, and he was OK since we had a stray here the kids had adopted who was in heat (joy) and he felt no reason to leave.  But a couple days ago, she apparently went out of heat, and he lost interest and left. Was gone a whole night and day, and I figured he’d gone back to the old place again.  Well, yesterday (as most days) I had the back door open to let in the breeze and let the dogs sun on the back porch, and in walks the cat.  So, he found his way back here this time.  He’s also discovered a way to get in and out on his own through the kitchen  window near the deck.  So, now I won’t have left anything behind at the old place. I’m happy about that!

The kids are out of school tomorrow.  I hope they stay quiet and let me sleep!

Friend came over on Saturday to help dig up the flowers at the old place that my Mom had given me 16 years ago.  His wife and two new foster kids came with him. They sat on the steps to the place and watched as he and I dug up stuff.  I guess they wanted to get out of the house and come to the bigger town.

Saturday was also the 20th anniversary of my car accident that messed up my back and has left some memory loss issues I still deal with. My best friend at the time was also killed in that wreck.  I can’t believe it’s been 20 years.

It was also 16’s junior prom.  I helped with her hair, and a friend came over to do her makeup. She looked great, and later said she had a great time.

We’ve still not heard back from the people who wanted the trailer.  I sent the woman an email, so hopefully tomorrow we’ll find out something.  I want this to happen so bad.  I need that $140+ a month we’re paying for rent on that lot, and I want these people to be able to have it since they see the potential.