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EDIT: Oh, and by the way? Today is supposed to be the hottest day of the summer. If I leave my cats in that apartment, it's tantamount to animal abuse.

Remember this? No, this isn't a "looking back over the past year" post.

This is a goddamnedmotherfuckingpissed post.

This is a "You'll be lucky if I give you a week you fucking arselord" post.

This is a "I'm going to kill someone with my bare hands" post.

This is a "My fucking used air conditioning unit added to my heat pump last year died yesterday." post.

I can't find one icon that says it for me. So I am using six.

Well at least I have my Siamese cat now.

It's not cool tonight.   Well, it is outside, but not in here. I laid in bed with my sliding glass door open until I heard a raccoon outside chirring at my cat. That was enough. Can't trust a raccoon not to try and come through the screen. So the door is closed.

My head hurts and it's spinning every time I turn it.  My hair is too hot, and running the fan on the old unit isn't helping any more.  I don't think I'm going to make it to work tomorrow.

So I came back in here. Three reasons.
#1, it will help me get sleepy.
#2, to tell you this:

When we were at Brent's on Monday we watched Emeril after dinner. All three of us enjoy cooking shows, and we had a good time. Scarlett and I were on the sofa, and Brent was in his chair.
At one point Scarlett took my hand and asked me why I didn't have any of my rings on.
She said "See? I have MY ring on."
I told her I didn't feel like wearing them all the time. "All-the-time is saved for a special ring."
And she said "Oooh..."
Then she said

"Well I hope you get that ring Mommy, for your sake. And for my sake, too."

I felt a little guilty about letting Brent hear something that he could interpret as a HUGE HINT. But it wasn't that, so I let it be what it was.

The next night at dinner, Scarlett asked me if Brent liked Brussels Sprouts.

I said "No. And why are you doing that little victory dance in your chair?"

"Because that means we have another thing in common."

"Why does that matter?"

"Because you might marry him some day."

I told her that Brent said that probably wouldn't happen. So it probably wouldn't.

And she said "Mom, people change their minds all the time. It might only take one little thing...."

And #3 - to offer this to anyone who made it to the end of this post.

I will send handmade gifts to the first three people who ask for them in a comment here.   You have to give me 365 days to get it to you, though I don't think it will take that long. And you have to be willing to post this same offer on your own LJ once you receive your gift.

I got my gift in the mail today from another LJer. It's a wonderful homemade body scrub, with olive oil which I love, and rosemary and rue. NUMnumnum!!!

Now I'm yawning. So good nite.

Air tomorrow, maybe. It doesn't matter right now, since it's cold outside.

I want one of THESE. Isn't is pretty? Today is the first day of Durga Puja. No, I'm not Hindu. I just think it sounds like fun.

In OTHER news - I found this article quite interesting. Knights Templar persecution revealed. Stirs my curiosity.

And J.K. is raising a stink in India. This is how I found out about Durga Puja. Geez, Jo, let the millions of dollars rest a bit.

Scarlett & I will be going to the book festival tomorrow, meeting Holly there and hanging out a bit. I need a rolling grocery carrier. Used to have one, but it got too busted up in the bottom. I hate trying to carry all those books around, and taking them to the car is almost as traumatic.

That's all I got right now.

Charleston Heating and Cooling is here, and I swear to you - I can tell just by looking at them they know EXACTLY what they're doing!!!

(see, I KNOW what a heating and cooling man looks like)

I'm so esscited!

Wednesday - The hardest of all the days to spell. Wednesday, and February. Frebrurary.

Anyway.

It's only gonna get to seventy four or so today. Isn't my landlord lucky?? Oh yes, yes he is. Here's interesting news: I shut everything, AND I MEAN EVERYTHING down on that damned unit. No fan, no air, no nuttin'.

It's still cackling away under my daughter's bedroom window, like a thing possessed. Whirr-clunk-clunk-chunk, rattle rattle rattle.

But you know what made me grind my teeth this morning????

My state's government will have a $63 MILLION surplus in the budget this year. That's right, I said $63 MILLION. Yes, I yelled it. There has been a state-wide freeze on merit raises for state employees for 5+ years. In fact I'm pretty sure it's more than five. Gee!! I wonder where all that MONEY CAME FROM?????

Fucking bastards. I got a load of laundry and a load of dishes done last night. I actually remembered to bring my lunch today. I didn't kill my child before she left for school, and SHE didn't miss the bus.

Pros versus cons anyone? I'm too busy playing Spider solitaire to make the lists.

I wish I had a pic of TWO people giving the finger.

The air conditioning unit was frozen. I guess I wanted it to be TOO cool or something. They shut it off from outside the house, and are giving it all night to thaw. The repairman will be back tonight after I get home from work. Don't know why the fuck he can't come while I'm WORKING, but at least that will give me a chance to turn the unit off INSIDE the house without the ass lord coming back in my horrendous mess.

Thus begins week THREE of no air. Looks like Brent was right in telling me not to pay rent at all this month. I've got the Ad Bulletin again, gonna try to keep looking. I want a trailer. =-(

Monday.

Guess what.

The air quit yesterday. The ass lord said "We'll be over today to fix it."

I came in today.

It's hot.

The ass lord said "We're coming over tonight."

I'm taking Scarlett to Nancy's. I haven't even had a chance to help her with her homework. Maybe it's my fault she's doing poorly in school. We haven't been stable in I don't know how long.

I'm going to Brent's, to take off all my clothes and watch Dallas play football. And maybe eat ice cream and read "The Street Lawyer" by John Grisham. ~~WHOM I've slept with!~~ Who I would like to fuck silly. Or just fuck.

Gotta go back to Brents.

Air is back on here at my house. It's nice, but I don't really have time to straighten up right now. And it DESPERATELY needs it.

I'm not going to give my landlord more than $300 for rent this month. Brent wants me to keep it all but I don't feel that's fair. The landlord actually came into my apartment last night while I wasn't home to see if the air was back on. He did try to call me, but I didn't hear the phone, we'd gone out to eat. He left my back porch light on, and turned off my fan. It kinda pissed me off because the place is such a goddamned mess, PLUS I don't know how many cats he saw. We have no lease agreement, but I never told him I have two now.

Anyway, went to the grocery store, spent about $100. Bought stuff for Brent's and stuff for here. I buy stuff for his house because I like to eat, and want to have what I like when I'm there. I got a lot of meat, which I put in the freezer in bags along with marinade for each item. I think it will help their flavor when I thaw them out because I didn't buy the best cuts. I got quite a few pork bones and scraps out of my chops, which I am saving for bean soup this winter. I love bean soup. I also love feeling like Suzy Homemaker. I cooked a few scraps for the girls, too. I got something called mock tender steaks, and I don't know what they are, but they don't sound promising. They do however look pretty damned good. So I'm gonna look them up and figure out how to cook them.

Okay, I'm going to give the girls some gushy food, and then pack some clothes and get outta here. Hope ya'll like the video I posted one entry back.

My kid and

kokopelleighs younger kid, Reid, get along very well. He's 8. She told me today that the following conversation took place this weekend while she was at their home.

Reid: *beeeellllllllllllllllch!*

Scarlett: "AWESOME!!!!!!"

Reid: "Huuuuh?" *scooby-doo face*   "I've never met a girl who didn't hate burps before!"

I laughed muchly.

It is currently 84 degrees inside my apartment. Fucking fucker fuck. No phone call, no nuttin. NEXT TIME he calls I will lay the ultimate guilt trip on him "I bet if your kids lived here you would have had this fixed two weeks ago." I've even considered applying for a $1500 loan at my bank and paying for the goddamned new unit myself. Then I could make a $300 payment twice a month, give the bank 20% interest, and refuse to pay rent for three or four months.  Might even help my credit rating, but there ain't a bank in this world that'll lend me that kinda money.

Heeyyyyy. My parents and I have a very good friend who does all their air conditioning work. I wonder if he would be willing to take payments? Dammit! I'm gonna call him tomorrow! This is ridiculous.

And if you all don't play my game in the previous entry, you suck. Much sucking of suckiness.

And I have a smile on my face, despite my various frustrations.

I shopped myself SILLY Saturday! Then dragged Leigh's ass out and shopped her ass silly too! She got some awesome Fenton that I'd forgot about, and I am now blue with envy. Because the glass is blue, and I love it. She will put it to great use I'm thinking.

I GOT some blue glass stuff too - and this very cool huge goblet that would look great with a betta in it. However, I have this thing about not keeping a fish in the house with naughty cats, and also a thing about fish deserving more room than a glass bowl can give them. So I'll do something else with it. I can't WAIT to get back to my home and break out all my treasures.

Not the least of which is a new set of Pfaltzgraff - a gift from Leigh that I am utterly underserving and insanely crazy about. She is the most awesome friend. I'm kinda crazy about her too. Shhh, don't tell anybody.

And that man of mine.

( cut for sex )

I will be memeing later this morning, when all my requests are in.

The air conditioning repairman is supposed to call this afternoon to come and replace my unit. I hope it really happens. I miss my home.

And a TMI Tuesday meme caught my attention:

1. Who did you think you would marry in elementary school?
Mike Grimm. He was my dream man.

2. Which muppet is your favorite? Why?
Kermie. He's the great all-around guy.

3. Which politician would you most like to screw? [For pleasure or revenge]
Bill Clinton. For pleasure.

4. How did you first find the g-spot?
I experienced it without knowing precisely what it was from the beginning of sex, at age 15. I'm not sure when I realized what it was.

5. What is the best costume you've ever worn?
Right after I had my breast reduction I dressed up as a can-can girl for Halloween. I didn't need a bra for the costume and it was a real thrill!

Otherwise - my extra icons subscription has expired - but that's okay. I don't really mind, I earn some every once in a while, and I've saved all the ones I deleted. I'll probably upgrade again sometime in the future.

No air conditioning yet, as far as I know. And no communication from my landlord, which isn't surprising. I too avoid making phone calls when I know the person answering will be a bitch. I am keeping track of my gas purchases, mileage, and the $16.6666 I pay for every day's rent. If he starts trying to charge me full price again "because the mold has been fixed" I will raise SO MUCH HELL. Brent wants me to look for another apartment. I want to as well, but good lord. It was so damned hard this summer I finally gave up. There's virtually no place that will allow pets any more. And I still want to stay within Scarlett's school district, an issue which Brent doesn't fully understand.

The cat's are at mom's today. They've been hidden under various furniture since we arrived, coming out when they see me, and clinging to my legs. They glance up warily at the ceiling if a fan is on. Poor nervous little things. Suzi is biting Mitzi's head off if she comes near, so they don't even have each other for comfort. I need to call about them.

I also need to do some work. Dammit.

Or my opinion of the State Society of Slumlords?

You make the call.

It will be DAYS before I'm cooled off. At least mom will let me bring the cats. The poor things are panting.

More water issues: every apartment in this building has had water problems. Now the ceiling in my laundry room is leaking, and the carpet outside the room is soaked. It's also starting to come into Scarlett's room, against the wall that she shares with the laundry room.

I called the landlord and left a message. This will likely drive me bananas.

In other news, I'm making a friends cut. Please don't take it too personally, this is just something I've gotta do.
EDIT: This isn't likely related to your participation here. It might be more related to your participation in your own journal, or my lack thereof.