What da?!!!

I know I say that a lot. A whole lot. My first morning at the new place, I am half asleep, the other half slowly waking up to some weird noises coming from my upstairs neighbors...Eh? I guess it was inevitable, but I think I may have heard them doing "something". There was some squeaking, and he sounded like he was lifting something heavy, kind of like "heeeee heeeeee". Is this was I think it is??? Some Barry White action? And that was it? Geeeeeeez, kind of quiet people.

Lovely.

Saturday Night Fever...and Flu???

I must have the flu or something...I feel miserable, but then again, I've been "moving" for like a week now. Everything hurts, and I'm in a foul mood.

Today was the day I picked up the kitties, and officially moved. I couldn't go into the new place without them. Surprisingly, Sushi was the easiest to catch, although he threw in some drama, by smooshing his face against the pet carrier, letting out a sad meow. Such an actor.

Sashimi was crying like she was being kidnapped by a group of gang members. Sheeeesh. She got Pixie so traumatized, she was catatonic. The two of them went into hiding in one of the closets. Lemme tell ya, I don't remember having a black cat before, but these puppies are hard to find in the dark!

Ex came to the house to paint. I was on my way out to get food, litter, marijuana (aka Catnip), etc for my kids. It was raining hard (like, cats and dogs...), I was carrying a cart-full of stuff, could barely see my way to the car. And then, it happened...I broke the key to the car...Yes, the purple passion became keyless. Cripes! At least, it broke in the trunk lock, and not anywhere else.

Pain-in-the-ass came to the rescue, and unlike most normal people, instead of looking for the purple car first, he parked his own, and in the rain, went looking for me...

The conversation on the cell phone went something like this (well, technically this was the second phone call...The first one he made, was to ask where he turned to go into Petsmart---he's been there a few times---he also practically cried over the key being broken, and started telling me off, then proceeded into a monologue over how hard his life is, that he wants to kill himself, and that's when I hung up on him):

Ex: Where do I turn?
Me: What?
Ex: Do I make a right or a left?
Me: I just saw you park your car in the next row. I can see you. I'm in the car.
Ex: Where are you???
Me: In THE CAR.
Ex: You are not listening to me, O stupid. Do I make a left or a right?
Me: Go back towards your car. (Mind you, I had been beeping the horn all this time)
Ex: Come out, I cannot see you.
Me: It's fucking raining, I'm not getting out!
Ex: O, I see you.

And I married him? I should've had my head examined.

I'm an Ana-Lyst!!!

It happened! It finally happened!!! I was promoted and given an appropriate title!!! So fitting too...Marketing Ana-Lyst, eheheheh I'm trying to get past the anal-yst part, so I'm looking at it from my point of view as "Ana".

I'm so excited, I think I just might pee in m'a pants!!! I can relax a little now. I can't wait to tell my mom and sister. I just know when I tell my mom, she's going to ask me the amount of the raise, and after I tell her, she'll say something like "a month?", and I'll say "no, a year". She's so cute.

O I'm in Big BIG Trouble...

I've posted the kitten's picture and description in the building where I work. Maybe I can find someone nice to adopt her. I got so excited over finding her a home, that I decided to pamper the kitty last night.

I went to Petsmart, got a few cleaning supplies, along with a new black collar with "diamonds". It matches the ones I have for Sushi (teal) and Sashimi (pink). I gave her a towel bath, but then decided the best way to take the outdoorsy smell out of her, would be with a nice bath. I used baby shampoo, and she smells delicious! I gave her a mani-pedi as well. She looks so pretty!

Ah dang it, I'm in trouble, aren't I...

Last Sunday at the House, I think!

Ok, so this should be my last weekend at my little dream home. I've been packed for quite a while, and have not felt sad for leaving in a looooong time.

Ex, on the other hand, is feeling the pressures of living on his own, and he hasn't even started. This evening, as he was putting his clothes away, he sadly asked who was going to buy him socks, shirts, sweat pants, for him now. I smiled and said, "not me!" Same goes for his requests for cakes, cookies, and everything else. You've got two hands. Use them for something else other than scratching your ass!

Sucker.

Just When I Think He Can No Longer Surprise Me...

You know how you see something wrong, but your mind just can't quite piece it together for a while? That is exactly what I experienced when I got home. Ex's car was parked on the street, there were other vehicles around, and a huge truck in the driveway.

My brain could not compute. Something happened to the house? Maybe the big maple tree is being yanked out??? What da feck! I smelled tar. He's having the driveway paved. Say what?!

Ok, I'm a bit fuming, and I'll explain why. Where did he find the money to have it paved? The lowest quote we've gotten was for about $7,000-$8,000 (it's a big driveway). According to Ex, he has no money (so he says), but still owes me quite a chunk from the divorce settlement, so what gives?

Turns out, he fell for the "o, we've got extra materials, we'll only charge you this much" line. Ok, so he did get an excellent deal, but for one, it is said that the materials used are no longer at the perfect temperature for pouring by the time they hit the next house, and that this is sort of a scam. Fine. It's his problem. Mine is that he could have used that money for O-say, pay me back??? Just an idea.

Trying Something Different

Many of my attempts to divert ex-husband's attention away from me, fail. What kind of attention? The kind that makes me frustrated and want to throw sand at his eyes, stick a pencil up his nose, and call him satan. Yes, that kind...

Some examples? O say, I've been waiting all week to watch the new episode of Desperate Housewives, and by some odd coincidence, it just so happens that that is the time he must, urgently, discuss the chores he has to finish before going to bed (make sandwich, hang uniform for the next day. That's it. Seriously.) Obviously, the best time to discuss this is during the show, NOT during the commercial breaks. Annoying? Ummm...Yes. NEXT!

When he "pets" me. Ahhh where's that danged pencil??? Especially now, that we are divorced, and he really shouldn't be touching me at all...I've always hated it, and have told him a bagillion times that I am not a fucking dog, he still tries to run his hand on top of my head. Today, I had to try something new, just to be a little surprising. I hissed at him. It worked!

Smitten for Kitten

The little black kitten, whom I've named Lilly, is still here. I feel so bad for her. I brought her inside again, cuddled her, kissed her, o boy, I'm in big trouble here...

No. I must resist the temptation. I cannot have another cat in a one-bedroom condo. I can't! She is adorable and so warm...Gorgeous black fur, big golden eyes...Sniff...My heart is breaking for Lilly. I am smitten for kitten...

Sushi did not take it too well though. I picked Lilly, and I walked around the house with her. Sushi, upon seeing this, proceeded to pee in our paper recycle stash. He just can't take change. He's going to paint the new condo yellow!

Super-Kitty???

It couldn't possibly have been the kitty...Nah...She's too little, right? I woke up this morning, my first thought being, is the kitty in the trap? I went to see. Ummm, somehow, the trap had "moved" from one side of the deck, to the other (I suppose across the bridge?) Either we have a super-cat on our hands, or a raccoon stopped by for some treats. Yep, must be the latter. All the food was gone, the trap door shut, and no raccoon inside. Little bastard must be laughing his heavily-lined eyes off.

Kitties on the Loose

I asked K at work, if she could please call some places to see if they could take the stray kitties. A lady from the Roxbury pound, Sue, said she normally wouldn't, but agreed to pick them up, and give them to the Lakeland Animal Haven.

She set up traps for all 3 (I ran home during lunch to greet her), and said she would return for them later. Two were caught, but the little black one managed to avoid it. She's a smart little bugger, ain't she???

Closing one Door, Opening Another!!!

The closing finally took place. Of course, not without a few snags along the way...The wire transfer took a lot longer than I was led to believe, when I requested it on Friday. I called the bank (after many phone calls to/from my attorney, who informed me she would not be able to do the closing and issue checks without the funds --- well, makes sense), and arranged fro the money to be transferred from my passbook savings account into my checking (apparently, that was one of the causes for the delay).

During the phone sessions, I made my way to the condo to have that final walk-through. I was running about 2-3 minutes late, so I decided to give my real estate agent a call. She sounded a bit taken by surprise, so she probably forgot that we had arranged to meet at 11:00. Anyhoo, 30 minutes later, she arrives, and we go in. Of course, the seller did not do ANYTHING to the place that he agreed to (he's staying until the 15th on a per diem basis). I am assuming my kitties will be happily mouse-hunting for a while. Joy.

I met the attorney at 1:00 (seller, his attorney, and agents were not present), and was informed that the funds were finally available! After signing my life away, I placed a call to my agent, who was on stand-by, to pick up her check (all others would receive theirs by mail). The agent and I went back to the condo to retrieve the keys in the lockbox, because she didn't bring a set with her. She gave me two pouches of treats for my kitties, and promised to have my toilet replaced as a gift, once I moved in. Flush!

Kitties at Play

Nothing breaks your daydreaming as fast as reality hitting you right in the butt. I am watching the stray kitties outside, frolicking in the sun, pouncing each other, enjoying the sunny afternoon…And then I think that they are homeless. Three gorgeous babies, and no one to take care of them. No home.

I contacted a shelter and a clinic on Wednesday, to see if any would take them in. The shelter had a 3-month waiting period before they could accept new cats, and the clinic did not. I spoke to someone named Janice, who mentioned she would be interested in one. I gave her my home address, and really hoped that she would come by and keep one. I still see all three.

Nothing also makes you go into daydream-mode, than having yet another screaming session with the asshole I refer to as “ex-husband”. Since it’s Sunday, I should have expected fighting of some sort. This one, at least, was short-lived.

Let’s see…I told him I was going to make breakfast. Instead of just waiting a few minutes while I got everything ready, he started heating water for his coffee, “cooking” some sort of toaster muffins in a buttered pan (I really don’t know…he bought the stuff). By the time I started on the scrambled eggs, he had already had his first breakfast.

I took out the tomato jam from the fridge, which he had placed back after he was done with it, and the jar falls to the floor. I’m holding the top. He didn’t screw it properly. Of course, he yells out that I don’t know what I’m doing, what’s wrong with me…blah blah blah…

Seriously, don’t get me wrong. I’m just as guilty of this as he is. I chose to marry him. I “let” him mistreat me, in the hopes that he would “change”, or fulfill my wishes of having the perfect life. No more!!! And that’s when I start thinking that in a couple of weeks, I will never EVER have to deal with him, at least not on a daily basis. Yay!

Closing Date TBD???

PV, my attorney called me this morning to go over the numbers. They seemed fine, just higher than projected. Fine. She did mention the discrepancy, but said that the closing would not happen Monday, if any figures were changed now. She already got the approval from everyone involved, and cut the checks.

I told her I would deal with the lender later. I don’t want to risk delaying this thing one more day, given everyone has re-arranged schedules just to accommodate the million closing date changes (well, let’s not discount the fact that it all started with the seller needing an extra 2 weeks for his own closing…)

I’m getting anxious again!!!

Closing Date Approaches

Ok, the closing date is Monday, and I’m getting anxious. I can’t wait! Right before lunch, I received a call from Cristy from the lending bank. O boy, I hate these calls. She said for me to expect a phone call from Sally (?), that this will be a three-way to discuss the payoff of the old loans. O boy. O boy… I was so nervous, I took one magic pill. I mean, it was close to 1:00, and my stomach was already knotting at the anticipation of the phone call.

Everything was ok. It was just to verify that the loans had been paid off, but Cristy was able to get the info through the automated system. Everything is back to being ok. I know, I worry too much.

I received a call from my attorney with the amount I need to bring at closing. I found it to be about $2,000 higher than estimated, so I questioned if a points charge had been deleted (about $990, which the lender said they would check on it, and remove if appropriate). I called my attorney back, but was unable to reach her. I left a voicemail with my concerns, but said I would get the wire transfer done right after work.

An Arm and a Leg, and an Empty Wallet

I went to my new dentist today. Shall I stop right here? I think the title and first sentence in this entry, together, are self-explanatory. Ok, so I did select an excellent practice. I had visited them the first time to get a second opinion. Not that I really needed it, because I am 100% sure my old dentist performed a root canal on the wrong tooth. Ever since then, I’ve been avoiding visits…I used to be able to go in, without any fear, now…it’s a whole different story.

It took 2 ½ hours. Yes, that’s how long they will take with you on your first official visit. Very thorough. Answered all my questions, performed the ever-so-detested cleaning, made a mold of my mouth, took photos, digital radiographs, measured gum depth (?), and so much more…Really, the whole nine yards. And then came the bill. $526. I swear. I thought I hadn’t heard clearly…Took a few minutes for the number to make its way to my brain, eheheheh

I must remind myself, before fainting again, that the practice does not deal with the insurance directly. I pay up-front, and then wait to be reimbursed by my health insurance.

My dental plan says that I pay 0% of routine care, whether in-network, or out-of-network. They do have a limit though. I can’t wait to see how much I’ll get back! Guess I need to have a magic pill ready. Then again, I know I’m getting the best care ever. It’s time to put myself first, and get the job done correctly.