Took a little trip to Steph's house the other day...of course I HAD to get pics.
Here's one of Mariah...she's 0 (she's a leap year baby...she's actually 2).
and Jabari (sp?)...he's going to be 1 next month.
I would have a pic of Steph, but like most adults, she hates her pic taken. I will get it eventually...lol.
til next time...=)
Hi there! Miss me? I hate dial-up so much, I couldn't stand to really be on here, but here I am. They're telling me the DSL's going to be turned on tomorrow, but who knows. Cross your fingers...lol. Another reason I haven't been on is because we were all sick with whatever was going around...cold, flu, just all around yuckiness. AND...I--oops--we've been doing some yardwork. During this, we found a stone sidewalk under loads of dirt, spanning the whole back of the house...what a surprise that was. I'll have a pic of that, once I get it uploaded.
I finally accessed my e-mail...I had over 700 messages in there. That's what happens after not reading for about 3 weeks. Once again, I deleted them all. So if you don't see comments from me on certain things, don't be mad...I just haven't been reading...sorry. I promise I won't let it happen again. Damn, I hate dial-up.
Oh yeah--we rented all the apartments out...to people like us..lol. They're making demands for things to get done in the house. And the landlord doesn't like it at all...it's costing him lots of money. HAHAHAHAHA...about damn time the house gets fixed. Carpets have been replaced, walls painted, floors fixed, screens installed. Electricians, plumbers, roofers, and pest control called. All at his expense. As we say, that's what it means to own a house. All the more reason for us not to buy one. Hee hee hee.
til next time...=)
About a week ago, we found out there were kittens in our basement. Four of them, actually. One of the many strays around here is the mom, and we think Kikko (our "unlucky" cat), is daddy. They are sooooo cute! When I get my nice, faster connection up and running (who knows when), I'll post more pics, but I just had to put this one up.
--Another one always on the phone...lol.
til next time...=)
I'm finally back online, but it sucks--it's DIAL-UP. Long story short, Verizon screwed up my DSL order (they can't figure out how), they can't tell me how long it'll take for it to be back up, and for now I'm stuck with dial-up. GRRRRRRRR. For the better part of TWO WEEKS I've been on the phone trying to get some kind of straight answer, and all I get is a bunch of I don't knows. DAMN. This damn thing is SOOOOOOO SSSLLLOOOWWW. I'm afraid to try and post pics...I'll be here all night. And I have a lot of them--cats, communion, food, nieces, nephews, and...and...there's just too much!!!!! And that's just within the past two weeks!
til next time...=)
I know this one's gonna hit a nerve with one of my readers...only because it has to do with her. But to protect the person (and out of respect), I won't mention names. That and she's my friend--you know who you are. But this is my personal journal to document what happens in my life, both good, bad and ugly. So here goes...
You all know how the owner of our house gives us the task of renting out the apartments, right? Well, as I've said before, there's three of them now, and we've been getting a lot of calls for them. I happened to mention this at work, and "Friend" asked about it. We talked about the apartment, and she said it would be good for her, since she was looking for a smaller apartment, anyway. So eventually, Friend, her boyfriend, and her son came to look at the apartment (the one we were moving out of). Her son was playing with our kids in our new apartment, while we were shooting the shit. Then Friend, boyfriend, and I went over to the old apartment to fill out the application, while Son, our kids, and Joey stayed over the new house.
Within five minutes, Joey sent all the kids over to the old house. No biggie, I thought. After she left, however, I found out why Joey had sent them over. In the time we had been over the other house (5 minutes), Son had knocked the closet doors off the tracks (by throwing himself into them), thrown toys at my kids, and almost stepped in one of the paint pans (while running around the house).
I was furious. If Son had done this much in so little time, what would he do if they lived there?? How would the tenants below them react to the noise of him running around like that? There was no way I could rent it to Friend, and I felt I had to tell her this. Other people told me I should lie to her, telling her that the landlord said no or something. But hiding the truth doesn't change it.
So the next day after work, I told her what I thought. I told her I couldn't give the apartment to her. When she asked why, I told her straight out it was because of the way her son acted while she wasn't in the same room with him. I mentioned what went on when Joey was left alone with the kids. I said that not only would I be her friend, but also her landlord, in a way. I would be the one to tell her that the other tenants are not happy with the noise coming from upstairs, and I would be the one having to answer to the owner for the destruction of the apartment. I couldn't do it, so I didn't even send her application in.
Her response? "He's only 5." "My sister's kids are a bad influence on him--that's why he acts the way he does. That's why I want to move out of the apartment." My kids NEVER acted that way, especially in someone else's house. No offense, but that's a sorry excuse.
After that, she said what I didn't expect--"I don't want it now anyway--I don't want to live in a house where other people are going to tell me how to raise my kid." And she stormed off. She hasn't talked to me since.
I guess sometimes the truth hurts, but I had to do it. I did it because I'm her friend--if I wasn't, I wouldn't have even mentioned it, or I would have lied to her. Oh well...
til next time...=)
