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Not getting my hopes up here, but we may already have someone interested in the house!  The Mom and Dad were over painting on Saturday when the best friend of our lesbian neighbours came by to take a look inside.  She's typically visiting next door 3 or 4 times a week anyways, and from the sounds of it she and her girlfriend are seriously considering putting in an offer.  As a bonus, her Mom also lives right down the street.

Like I said, they may just decide to pass (from the sounds of it they have reservations with the hardwood inside and that it needs a lot of work)... but it would be tres cool for both sides if something came out of it :)

*Fingers crossed*

~H~

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I have a love/hate relationship with my daily coffee spots.

Since Kate and I started carpooling again, we've become regular caffeine gurus first at the McDonalds around the corner from my place, then again at the Timmies down the street from work (we down the first one in the car). 

At Micky D's our regular morning drive-thru lady is fricken awesome.  She always has a smile on her face no matter how busy it is, she's consistent with giving me my paper and all-in-all puts us in a good mood for the rest of the morning.  I'm actually going to miss seeing her on a regular basis once The Chad and I move. 

On the other hand, McDonalds, your new coffee cups SUCK ASS.  Kate and I will actually cheer when we can make it through one commute without at least one of our cups leaking all over the car.  We keep extra napkins in the glove compartment for that reason alone.  This morning mine didn't leak in just one spot... oh no, THREE individual places on the fucking cup.  Did they even bother testing them before the big changeover?

Then there's Timmies, whose afternoon staff 1) can't speak english and 2) have absolutely no customer service skills whatsoever.  The ball of sunshine that normally works the afternoon shift won't say boo the entire time you sit at her window, she just takes your money with a scowl and doesn't even bother making eye contact when handing out the order.  Yesterday not one single word spoken to us.  You'd think something as simple as interacting with your customers would be required for a job in the CUSTOMER SERVICE industry?

Grrr...

~H~

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I don't understand why people make such a big fuss over birthdays.  Yesterday was my 28th and maybe it's only me, but it just feels like another normal day in the life of Hojo.  Don't get me wrong, thanks to everyone for the kind words and well wishes, but it's never really been an event I consider momentous or worth celebrating. 

I'm still trying to get back into the habit of buying gifts for the people in The Chad's family.  With my friends we normally don't give presents and it's understood you don't get one in return.  I'd rather they save their money to be honest.  Between Kate and I we don't even give Christmas presents to eachother, an agreement we made years back.  There's the odd time I'll see a fun board game and pick it up so that we can all play together, but that's pretty much it. 

On the other hand, with Chad's family it's expected that everyone buys something for everyone.  Considering half his fricken family are Geminis, let's just say June is a pretty expensive month.  I'm required to put in $40 over here for this brother's birthday, another $50 here for this parent's birthday.  What ever happened to just spending time with one another and enjoying eachother's company?

Last night we did just that with The Mom and Dad at the lake.  Great night - BBQ, glass of wine and the people I love most around the dinner table.  There's the perfect gift right there (sure the Walmart gift card was a bonus, but I'd be just as happy without it).  In fact, the offering not intended as a gift was probably the most appreciated - Quila's old heart worm pills for Jack!  (Doc said that even if she contracted it, it would take about 3 years before she started showing signs... and she won't be around that long)  Seriously, for a pack of 6 tablets it costs around $100.  Holy. Fuck.  I haven't had the money to get him in to see the vet for his prescription this year, so it's a huge weight off my shoulders that he's covered for the season.

Please let the rest of this month pass by quickly :D

~H~
 

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The house is pretty much DONE!  Aside from caulking in the bathroom (which should be done tonight) we are ready to show to the agent on Wednesday so she can snap some photos and put us up on the market.

So without further ado, before and after shots of the whole fricken ordeal :)
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Still feels weird coming home and feeling like your in someone else's house... at least we don't have long to get used to it :)

~H~

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We had to bring some of our shit over to the other house last night, and stumbled upon a hockey party just getting started in the backyard...



We could get used to coming home to this every night :)

~H~

P.S. GO PITTSBURGH!!

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Soooo, we're into Week 3 (or is it 4?  It's been a blur) of renovations on the house and should be ready to show to the agent by the end of the weekend.  It's a shame that the place finally looks the way we always wanted, and now someone else will get to enjoy it.  Ah well, at least we get a say in how our new basement apartment will look since all that's down there right now is a bedroom.

If Chad can get the kitchen floor done tonight then we're smooth sailing and it's just a matter of cleaning everything up and getting the unnecessary crap out of the way.

Bit of bad news, my baby girl Te'Quila (the oldest of the family dogs) had a seizure on Friday night.  The Mom lost it on the phone with me while it was happening and I ended up going with The Dad to the emergency vet to make sure she didn't hurt herself too badly once it was over.  She's been okay since that night (aside from the fact she's 13 with cataracts and myopathy in her back end), but we're not holding our breath that she'll make it through the summer... especially after watching her health decline so quickly over the last few weeks.  Guess it's better to be prepared and make peace with the fact she won't be with us for much longer, than to have it come as a surprise.


My sweetie pie :)

On a happier note, I watched Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog for the first time ever last weekend.  Then I watched it again.  Then again.  Then again.  Then again.  Then I downloaded the soundtrack and listened through a couple times.  Then all day at work.  Then again.  Then again.  (Do you see a pattern?)

Love it, love it, love it.  I was already a fan of NPH before and now, oooh nelly, watch out!  It's a sad, sad shame he swings for the other team.

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Creation Museum Science Fair 2010

That has to be one of the biggest oxymorons I have ever seen.  

~H~

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It's official, The Chad and I are selling the house.

After a long talk with the 'Rents on Friday night, we're giving up our independent lifestyle for a year or two and moving into the basement to help them out.  It's only the right thing to do because until The Dad can find another job, they're going to be living soley on The Mom's income and that isn't nearly enough to cover expenses for their house.  Asking for help is a side Dad doesn't show very often and I know it took a lot for him to man up like that.  They helped us when we were facing homelessness, so now it's our turn.

Right now all that's down there is The Brother's old bedroom, but hopefully we'll get some money back when we sell that we can put towards a kitchen and bathroom.  We already have the counter/island/cabinets for the kitchen (originally intended for our place, but fuck that idea :), it's just a matter of wiring and plumbing.  As soon as we can make the space a separate living quarters from upstairs, the better.

The Chad isn't exactly thrilled over the situation and I totally understand his side of it.  If I had been living on my own for 15 years, moving in with the in-laws is probably the last thing I'd want to do... but he knows the 'Rents need our help so he's swallowing his pride and putting all of his energy into getting our place ready to sell. 

So much to do now, and so little time.

~H~

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Good News:  Gramps is out of the hospital.  On top of the usual cancers he came down with pneumonia, but seems to be getting better.

Bad News:  The family held a big meeting at the hospital with specialists and counsellors to try and convince Grandma that moving to a home is the best thing for Grampa.  She wants none of it and the whole thing ended with uncles storming out the door and Grandma bitching out her own kids.  No live-in care for him either.

Good News:  My favourite uncle is coming into town tonight to pick up my aunt who's been staying with the 'Rents this week.  Haven't seen him since New Years so there is much to catch up on :)

Bad News:  Family meeting is scheduled between myself, The Chad and the 'Rents to discuss the future of our home. 
Survey says, we're going to have to sell and probably move in with them at least until The Dad can find another job.

Good News:  Their basement is about 4x larger than our entire house :)

The Mom and I had a long "what if?" discussion about this the week Dad lost his job so it's not a huge surprise to us.  As much as I love my Hick Home, I can see nothing but good things coming out of this:

- From the original talk with Mom, they would charge us around $500/mth to help out - almost HALF of what we pay on the mortgage... this means we could actually save some money rather than living paycheck-to-paycheck like it's been the last few months
- The basement is fricken huge and can be made into an entirely separate living quarters from the rest of the house, entrance and all.
- Full access to the boat and ski-doo any time we want, it's just a matter of walking out the back door
- Tons of room for Jack to run around (as opposed to our tiny little lot) with at least two other playmates at all times
- Two words: electric fence.
- My folks are the coolest parents a kid could ask for and I know for a fact they would respect our privacy as much as we would respect theirs.

And the most important reason:  No more worrying!  Not having to wonder if our broken fireplace will finally go up in flames while we're at work, or the shoddy fuse panel will finally spark and burn the whole place down while we're fast asleep.  No worries about spiders and mice and snakes (oh yes, we've had snakes) creeping though any of the holes in the walls.  Not having to wear socks and slippers all winter because the floor in the kitchen gets cold enough to cause frostbite.

I almost forgot what it's like to have a decent night's sleep... we may soon find out!

Present:


Possible future:


Hard to choose, eh? :)

~H~

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Gramps is back in the hospital.  My aunt (who can barely walk up a flight of stairs let alone ride in a car for 4+ hours) is coming into town and staying with the 'Rents, which is a pretty clear sign that this may in fact be it.  It's heartbreaking to talk to The Mom on the phone and hear her sobbing between sentences.  She's been stressed enough as it is since The Dad lost his job (and is still unemployed), why not throw a dying father into the mix too?  Mom and The Brother were visiting yesterday and said it took Gramps ten minutes before he recognized who Brother was. 

Is it wrong that a small part of me is happy he may be leaving us soon?  I love my Grampa more than anything in the world, but after the shit he's had to deal with over the last few years I'm almost glad he won't have to put up with it (or should I say "her"?) for much longer.  Just two weeks ago we found out that Grandma made him rake and bag their entire front lawn (SIX BAGS of leaves!!).  Reminder - he's 93 facking years old with lung and kidney cancer.  She refuses to get him in-home care because she thinks whoever comes to the house will steal her crap, so instead he's left to fend for himself when she's at the casino with her lady friends.  Thankfully Brother lives close by and is over there a lot to help with household chores that superbitch expects Gramps to do himself, but he can't be there 24/7.

This wasn't meant to be another rant, but just the thought of the way she treats him pisses me right the fuck off.  Not to mention she's already ripping into Mom about how this is all been such a burden on her and no one is lifting a finger to help, which is complete bullshit.  Nice to know where her priorities are.

~H~

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