Eventually, after we move tomorrow and get unpacked, etc., I will get back to blogging here on BC.  I love my blog and the insanity I create.

Unfortunately, life has hit real, true insanity and I have been unable to do anything but keep my head down and put one foot in front of the other and push thru each day.

A quick Reader’s Digest version of the BCWorld right now:

Rented new apt that friends where moving out of (still in same place we live now, but back in townhouse part), had funny feeling to check on things since apt. office had already cashed our check (we were due to move April 1st).  Went in last Monday and found out that after they’d promised us, guaranteed us, and said, “Don’t worry it’s all handled!” they’d given the townhouse to someone else.  They’d cashed our check first and our name was down first for this place (our friend was leaving behind some stuff for us, too).

I went ballistic and Mgmt found us another one in nice location, etc and it’s same style but $20.00 cheaper for some reason.  The problem was that instead of moving next month we have to move NOW.  As in now.  As in “OH DEAR LORD WE HAVE TO MOVE NOW!”.

While packing Than’s room for our this coming Thursday move (this is last Thursday I’m talking about when I say I was packing Than’s room), I discovered that the inside of part of his closet had a soaking wet floor.  The BRAND SPANKING NEW water heater had given up the ghost.  I went outside to the storage closet and saw that not only was there water everywhere (why check outside when we don’t store stuff out there anymore as we’ve had water heater problems FIVE FREAKING TIMES between us and the upstairs guys) there was black mold on the walls.  EVERYWHERE.  Not “black mold” black mold.  Just black in color.

Called Mgmt.  YELLED.  Seriously – I’m fairly laid back these days…hey, I’m getting old, I finally mellowed out a bit…  They came right down and got the water heater to stop spewing water (oh yes they will be paying part of this water bill…they just don’t know it yet) and called carpet company.  Last Friday morning while I was at dentist the carpet guys came.  Than and I came home to a house reeking like mold/mildew and found a gigantic fan and a gigantic dehumidifier with a hose snaking thru the house to Than’s bathroom sitting ON TOP of the wet carpet blowing into the wall inside Than’s closet.  The carpet guys did that.  Called Mgmt.  Maint. Supervisor came down, shook his head (he’s my buddy, btw), pulled the machines off the wet carpet, moved the carpet and discovered they hadn’t even removed all of the soaked padding.  He pulled it up, went and called the carpet company and chewed them out.

Meanwhile, I went into my room to see if they’d been in there to check and see if my carpet had been affected (we share a wall with Than’s closet).  Apparently they had come in my room because the drawer where I keep my medicine bottles had been tampered with and my one med bottle (the narcotics) had been opened and moved.  1, maybe 2 pills missing.  I booby-trap that drawer to make sure no one (esp. Than, but he knows better) gets in there.  I try to hide my pills because they are so dangerous.  So next level up of mgmt in Carpet company comes and I let them know about the pills.  They fix things, spray things, remove things and leave.  They are not allowed in my apt. without Apt. Mgmt here with them from now on.

Meanwhile, Than tells me he’s getting a headache.  My throat and lungs starting to burn.   Mtc buddy comes and sprays Tilex Mold and Mildew remover and it works.  But Than and I are feeling crappy.  AND on top of all that we have a fundraiser (for scouts) that we have to leave for at 4 o’clock because I did the 15 table centerpieces.  Which means I have to transport those.  Here’s a picture of what I made (it was pirate themed):

Btw, here’s a pic of Than and I at the Blue & Gold fundraiser (our pack did GREAT this year!):

  Apparently he was thrilled to pose for this picture.

I’d also said I’d paint some pictures of pirate type things and put them on the walls.  Well, I’d called the Apt. mgmt and said, “It’s a good thing I like you guys or I’d be suing the heck out of you right now.”   Then I grabbed my paints and poster board and sat on the kitchen floor to paint stuff.  15 minutes later someone was knocking on the front door.  Than let in the apt. mgr (new), the head of facilities and my friend the mtc supe.  They made amends, etc and now instead of moving this coming Thursday, we’re moving tomorrow.

…and here I sit typing out this madness instead of packing.  However, in my defense I’ve already done quite a bit of work.  The movers will be here tomorrow afternoon and all I have left to do (for THEM to move) is pack the kitchen and my craft area.  I say that like it’s going to be a breeze.  Well, it will be if all I do is throw things in a box and not sort it out.  Apparently that’s what I intend to do.  Otherwise I wouldn’t be here typing this.

The movers are cool as they told us not to bother unloading our dresser drawers as they will just shrink wrap the furniture and the drawers can stay full as long as they can close all the way.  I love that.  I’ll give a review of them tomorrow after the move.

So, in a nutshell life is nuts. Har har..meh…not funny at all.  Not even remotely clever.  Oh geez, I’m losing my touch.  So much stress has cost me my comedy!  My FB updates are full of my attempts at getting an Oscar in the “Whiney Cry Baby/Woe Is Me” category and now my blog is depressing. ugh.

That’s it, I’m watching old Jerry Lewis/I Love Lucy/Three Stooges movies until my “funny” comes back.  Um…that’s not really my idea of comedy…hmmm…I’m sarcastic and I make fun of myself…Maybe I’ll just go back and re-read this blog from the beginning to see where I’ve gone so wrong.

I’ll be back once we’re all settled in.  Until then…keep crafting, stop whining and learn to laugh at yourself.