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Sunday, September 30, 2007

Houston, We Have Concrete!

Dsc000054It's not much, but by God I hit pay dirt...just KNOWING there's actually concrete underneath all that, that, that stuff...gives me strength to continue.

Here's some better shots of the outside, and no...this isn't all I'm going to write about.

I'm still homesick as hell, I want to touch my things, smell my things, nest for Autumn, buy pumpkins...I doubt at the rate I'm going, we'll be in by Halloween. Missing the old house, all it held in my heart.Dsc000037

The kids running through, the Holidays, the bickering, the mess!
This is still so hard some days, letting go. All the neighbors in the immediate vicinity of  the new place are good neighbors, but their kids are all my age for the love of Mike...

Mike. Who is this Mike guy I speak of?
No toxic fumes to blame this state of mind on.Dsc000046
Too bad.

Ran into that flame at HD today.
I looked like an menopausal dyke covered in black mastic.

He on the other hand, looked hot.
Sickeningly hot.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Why Yes, I Have a Vagina...Why Do You Ask?

Once again I have abandoned my writing, friends, self...all in what feels like a feeble attempt at renovating a 1947 "safe house", still stuck in the Kennedy administration.
I have hit an impasse, a point of no return, or so it seems. In over my head, running on empty, and feeling so overwhelmed with these floors I can't think straight enough to make good choices.Dsc000111

If I continue the way I planned, with acid staining the concrete slab hidden under the tar from Dante's hell, it could very well turn out to be the most beautiful art I've done in years.
I can't figure out how to get the tar off the slab,  I can't THINK correctly because I'm too close to the remodel emotionally.
Every person I talk to says something different, I have come to loathe the employees at HD and Lowe's...although they mean well, they are essentially idiots. (such as myself)

One contractor came saw the disaster in front of him, and failed to reply with a bid...nice guy though. Another contractor I believe may have inhaled far too many  solvents over the course of his career, but his bid was for an overlay.
A flippin overlay ON TOP of mastik...yeah right, oh and here's a grand up front...I have a vagina, therefore I have no clue what I'm doing? I have a vagina, therefore  I have less upper body strength...that's about it dude.

Today, I am renting a machine. Do not ask me what KIND of machine I am renting, because  I do not KNOW...but there must exist a machine, that can scrape this crud off concrete, while exposing the layer suitable for acid staining...there must be.

I can do this.
I CAN DO THIS!

Friday, September 28, 2007

Spinning My Wheels it Feels

Dsc00016At  least  Dsc000102 Mesta Festa was a success...


That black gook was underneath the 60 year-old tiles...my only option is to buy some knee pads,  solvents similar to gases used  in Auschwitz, and find some day labor on the cheap:)...and yes, I've done all this by my damn self.

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Sunday, September 23, 2007

Apostol's Remodel, as Narrated by The Mer

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Oh Wait...It's Getting BETTER by the Moment

Oh sweet mother of Winnie The Pooh!
What I believed to be smooth concrete slab, is in fact 50 + year old asbestos tiles.
Held in place by what appears to be black Tar from Dante's Hell...

Carpet must come out, kid can't breathe, bought carpet knife at Lowe's (where I'm sure they'll get a restraining order before these floors are done)

If I cannot stain the concrete, I cannot afford any other flooring options...especially if I have to hire a certified abatement company to come clean up the toxic dump that is now my home.

Here we go, it's gonna be one helluva ride.
Asbestos fucking tiles.

Friday, September 21, 2007

I am Officially Pretending To Own My Own Home!

Yes by golly Internet, I signed, or  rather initialed all 27 official documents this afternoon. But the gist of it is this....Dsc00305
If I so much as expel gas incorrectly during the next 30 years of my life on this large spinning mass of bank-owned property called  Earth, I'll be starting a Nomadic Blog called: "How-to-Effectively-Parent-Your-Gypsy-Kid-Within-the-Bounds-of-Societal-Norm.com"
I am not in denial about who actually OWNS the damn house, in fact it feels phony saying "I just bought a house" to anyone who will listen all afternoon thank you very much.
Because there's no way in hell I could have pulled this one off alone. No way. Too many people were involved in this, so many...so grateful.

Now the work/fun begins...

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Why Do I Feel Like The Crack Spiders Bitch?

Monday, September 17, 2007

Timing

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Saturday, September 15, 2007

Happy Ramadan or What Constitutes a Dead Beat Dad?

I spent two hours post root canal digging through storage trying to find warmer clothes. No avail. My Realtor, St. David is out of pocket, or I'd go dig through the horse trailer on the other side of town.
...Fall arrived nasty-like today.

You see, it's been a shitty week, as shitty weeks go, and today was the final blow to my already stretched to the max tolerance of stupid fucking people.
Because when that Judge issued a new court order for Child Support to be increased to a whopping $238 a month in August (up from a sporadically paid $127), he very firmly said it was due on the first of September...2007Dsc00449

Because, and I'm going to say what I never publicly say, Al's father is the biggest loser on the face of the Earth, we have to use the illustrious Department of Human Services to collect. Yes, the very entity who played a pivotal role in the destruction of my family, now is the filtration system set in place to ensure some sort of recourse is had on my part when loser-dad fails to pay...which he will as sure as breathe.
Last Saturday the 8th of September, Loser dad assures me the full amount has been mailed in via money order (since loser-dad has no checking account) this alone angers me, knowing it will take five to seven days for the money to post on my Oklahoma Debit Card. (a way of helping us moms feel independent...and track our spending like children...er, somethin)
I asked him, I mean Loser dad, if he included a copy of the court order with his "money order", so as to insure Al would be the recipient of ALL the funds, and not just $127...in the past, when loser dad has sent in additional funds over the court ordered $127, such as, say seventy five cents...that money went to pay the state back. ANY MONEY OVER THE COURT ORDERED AMOUNT GOES DIRECTLY TO THE STATE "Yes, I did"
That's what he said people, he said "Yes, I did"...I even PUSHED the matter just a smidgen more with a follow up of "ARE YOU SURE?" going on to explain why it was so important they have documentation of the CURRENT court order, because they, like he, are MORONS.
Tick tock, each morning I check to see if his payment, the one due on September first, had posted. Tick tock, through living out of my crappy fluorescent yellow "Members Only" luggage, circa 1993 for THREE WEEKS. Tick tock, through CRUSHING my foot and nearly DYING in the emergency room because some newbie M.D. thinks a Morphine drip for a sprain is overkill, Tick tock another fucking meteor shower, no house close, dinosaurs are dropping like flies...and all, ALL I need is some crappy FUCKING CHILD SUPPORT SO I CAN SUPPORT THAT LOSERS KID...ONE...MORE...MONTH, while LIVING in a Godamned pool caBANA!!!!!   
Marc Cates (8017 Lakehurst Dr Okc 73120) was asked to track down the office where he could present the court order today and see about issuing a check that is rightfully The Mer's money. Marc Cates (8017 Lakehurst Dr Okc 73120) owing back child support DOES NOT come out of what the judge orders is appropriate financial support given Marc Cates (8017 Lakehurst Dr Okc 73120) income.
He refused to take any action without me, first, locating phone numbers, addresses, basically holding his little fucking hand.
I have a child who's hand I hold...his name is Al, not Marc Cates (8017 Lakehurst Dr Okc 73120)
Marc Cates (8017 Lakehurst Dr Okc 73120) family can and should help in this instance, if the Uncle can foot the bill for half a wii, he can help get his nephew into a home of his own...but, the case goes "If they don't have anywhere to live, if she falls on her face we can get Al"

Ya know what? I'll gladly give Al to those two idiots. If they can remember to feed him, give him his meds at the correct time, get him to his Dr.'s appts, do P.T. every day, figure out where he'll go while they're at work, plus deal with the after affects of Al being in daycare, staying up too late at night, eating junk, not having any structure or routine...I'll NEVER have to hear that threat again, but at what cost to The Mer?

In CON-clu-SION...lets just say THIS much about Marc Cates (8017 Lakehurst Dr OKC 73120) He lied and either a.) did NOT include the court order. Or b.) didn't send the full amount to begin with.

But at least today I've got $127 to support The Mer on that I didn't have....BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT! I cannot pay a f*cking mortgage like this!

On a lighter note, if there is one in my life right now, Talal, that beautiful smelling Muslim boy (he's 23, he's a boy) who lives in the "Big House" tells me it's Ramadan! So of course in support of his religious life I shall fast with him.

Not like right next to him, he's in school and stuff, but in solidarity of Ramadan. Who needs food during the day anyway, it just slows you down. If Allah is the One, at least he's not building vulgar expressions of the faith with the money he steals right out of the pockets of the poor stupid people who earn it. Y'all.

Bad week. Happy Ramadan.
This too shall pass.

 

Friday, September 14, 2007

I've Applied For a Hole in My Head Next

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