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Figured it would go that way…

Wednesday, March 12th, 2014

As predicted, yesterday was a crap shoot.  While the house itself was primarily empty, there were still a few bits and pieces that needed to be removed. It was fine, but they had two freaking weeks to do it – what was the hold up?  The house itself is FILTHY, I don’t know how much bleach it’s going to take me to get it clean, but I’m fairly confident that I’m going to need to waste the money on Stanley steamer, the owners didn’t even care enough to attempt to pick up the dog piss all over the carpets.  I can’t afford to have the floors redone right now so I’m gonna have to have them steam cleaned twice just to make me even remotely comfortable with walking around the house.  I’m pretty convinced I’ll be wearing sneakers 24/7 until the carpeting is replaced.  My concern initially is to just get the house scrubbed down so we can start moving our stuff in.

As for the termites? While the inspector said that there’s no evidence of ACTIVE termites, there’s no evidence that anything was treated for the one trail that was found. So what does this mean? Since they saw it they have to treat it and since that was the only freaking company we could get to come out yesterday, we’re now stuck spending $1800 to get the house treated since we had absolutely no time to shop around for a lower number that would both treat the house and satisfy the bank that everything was taken care of. I felt like we were put on the spot last minute and of course the owner of the house didn’t help because she’s a CUNT with a mouth. It came very close to her being a CUNT with no teeth in her mouth with her freaking attitude problem.  I don’t use that term very often, but there are people in this world who are deserving of the title and if you ever met her you’d agree.  She overheard the last part of a conversation about how it would take three hours to treat the house, convinced herself that it would be happening right then and there and started shooting her mouth off.  She also made it very freaking clear that if we couldn’t have the house completely treated by noon today then we’d be breaking contract and they’d put the house back on the market and we don’t get our money.

#1 – Shut the fuck up.  #2 – You’ll have the lawsuit of the century because it’s not US holding up your precious transaction to pay off the brand new car you’ve got sitting in the driveway, it’s the bank.

I’ve never, in my freaking life, wanted to beat the living shit out of a pregnant woman but if I didn’t walk away when I did, it was going to happen. I don’t give a shit that you’re hormonal, your fucking house THAT I DONT EVEN OWN YET has already cost me almost $3,000 so kiss my fucking ass.

If they decide to pull ANY shit today and something happens they’re going to court. It was not my responsibility to treat your house for termites, and it sure as shit wasn’t my responsibility to hand you a full list of everything WRONG with the house so your DICKWAD of a husband can half-ass fix it to put it back on the market.

Her bi-polar disorder clicked in at one point and after she was done fake crying on the steps she looked up at Sean and I and was like “This hasn’t been easy on you, has it?” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???? YOUR FUCKED UP REDNECK FAMILY IS THE REASON THIS HAS BEEN A COMPLETE SHIT SHOW!  I’m trying my hardest to not flip my lid and keep myself calm until 4pm this afternoon, that’s when we’re closing. I’ll keep my fucking mouth shut for the hour it needs to be shut for and if ANY of these fucking people say two words to me I’ll explode. The keys will be in MY hand, they’ll have their check – either fuck off or fucking try me…. I dare you.

You’re kidding me… right?

Wednesday, September 11th, 2013

So a few days ago we noticed a sign posted up by the front mail-boxes that a little boy named “Macey” has gone missing. Clipped ear, crazy yellow eyes, completely Grey coloring. Knowing full-well that this is the lil one we’ve been caring for, we felt it was only fair to actually tell the owner where he’s been hanging out.

Of course by the time we got anywhere near the house we found out why he’s never there. The “owner” of this lil boy is the same owner that allows her dogs to run free at night and pretty much cause nothing but trouble where-ever and whenever they please. They’re horrible animals that are a direct reflection of the owner.

Karen was already in the driveway by the time we really realized what we’d gotten ourselves into. She told the lady that he’s been hanging out at our house, she went on to say “Oh, that’s too funny, he does whatever he wants. His sister has been going nuts looking for him, we just wanted to know where he is. Usually he’ll wonder off but he’ll at least check in… he hasn’t in a while, we were worried.” So Karen let them know what house we were at and the lady said that she’d take a walk down there later on to see him.

About a half hour later she waddled down with her daughter, saw him eating on the porch and went right for him, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with either one of them, Bella was (oddly enough) more interested in their presence than LilBoy was.

So we got to talking while he was finishing his lunch, and grooming himself. She noted that she’d adopted him and his sister when they were about 8-10 weeks old, and they’ve been living outside ever since and I then had to so something that is SUPER PAINFUL for me – BITE MY TONGUE. (If you know me, you know this ain’t happenin easily!)

LilBoyHOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO CONSCIOUSLY STAND THERE AND TELL ME THAT YOU ADOPTED INNOCENT KITTENS TO TURN THEM INTO STRAY CATS?! THE POINT OF ADOPTING AN ANIMAL IS TO PROVIDE IT WITH A GOOD HOME, NOT A FUCKING FEEDING STATION TO FIGHT WITH THE REST OF THE STRAYS OVER THEIR MEALS!

I kept it to myself, It hurt but I did it. He headed down to the driveway while we were talking and the little girl picked him up noting that he got heavy and is a lot softer. Who would have thought that FEEDING an animal and giving him a bath would actually work to HIS benefit? :: head desk ::

He was then picked up by the lady, and walked back down to her house because she wanted to introduce him back to his sister so she stops going stir-crazy looking for him. Not like she couldn’t have wondered down here herself, lord knows she’s floating around on the road too.

So about an hour later I heard a tapping sound on the deck, guess who left that house with the quickness and came back down here? Yep, lil boy – been here since.

So please tell me, how you can look at this cute little face and think that it’s perfectly OK to know that you took the time to adopt him in order to give him AND his sister a good home but turned around and said “Let ’em live outside”.

Am I wrong for just wanting to bring him in the house and say “Nope, haven’t seen him” if she comes around? Am I wrong for wanting to report her to the DE ASPCA for animal cruelty? And to top that, report her to CPS because she can’t figure out how to properly raise her child either? Considering it’s one of the known drug houses in the complex? I’m so fucking annoyed with this goddamn family. Where’s he going this Winter? Lord knows he was hopping around in the snow earlier this year, I saw him and his sister numerous times leaving tracks everywhere. Did they even have a warm place to sleep that wasn’t underneath someone’s shed?

I can’t fucking stand this lady, I want to fucking run her ass over.