So much to do....

Okay. Moving day: this Friday. What does that mean for me? A WHOLE lot of work. Nah, I think I can manage it all. I'd like more space to work with, but meh. I mean last move we had a whole unused living room to toss the packed stuff... Here? Not the case... We'll literally have to navigate around boxes towards the end of the week.

Today, we picked up boxes. Yep, we actually bought boxes. Strange concept, ain't it? I'm glad. Cuz although I love Nana and it helped with her box collecting.... She picks 'em up from icky places. And the ones she found last time came with bugs. So yeah, we bought new boxes. Mom'll bring home boxes from work. We should be fine. We also picked up cleaning and bug killing products. Don't wanna move with the lil ants and spiders and things.

Lots to do and I'm sitting here.. Dumb huh? Well tonight the only things I gotta do are: clean the kitchen with some dish washing, thin out my closet of stuff I don't wear, and see what cable/phone companies I'll be calling tomorrow. Tomorrow's stuff? Call cable/phone companies. Clean out garage of junk, set up ant killers in kitchen, and ah the bug bomb thing for the garage needs to go off too. And then I'll start packing the easier non essentials, books, for starters.

Anywho... Why I feel like blogging my every move lately I dunno. But there it is. I'm still all excited. Think I'll go be productive now... or soonish.

MOVING!!!!

After what feels like FOREVER, we've finally found a place. Unbelieveable how difficult it is to find a one or two bedroom for two people and a cat that isn't ridiculously expensive. But we've done it. Signed a lease and everything. Move in date? ASAP.... Seriously. Mom told them the 1st. I don't think she realized how soon that was. We'll be calling back to adjust that.

We're 15-20 minutes away from where we want by car and I'm 60 to 90 minutes away froom friends or school by bus (TOTALLY doable). We'll have a dishwasher!!! SOOOO looking forward to not being the human dishwasher anymore. There's real carpetting and more cabinate and closet space. Wall AC, big windows, NICE apartment complex, gated community, assigned parking.... We'll be out of the ghetto we live in now and into a very nice area. I mean we don't have bars on the windows there!

It's only about 40-50 extra square footage, but it'll work. We're closer to my Dad and my brother. Always a good thing. There's things in walking distance. A definite plus for me. I could go on and on...

I feel a bit like a chicken whose lost it's head. There's so much I know we gotta do and yet I dunno where to start! I don't even remember the few things I took care of last time. I mean I remember but I don't remember how I did them. Thankfully, with just the two of us, it's less packing at least. Mmmm.. I should go through my closet tomorrow and get rid of stuff NOW.

Net stuffs too! Yes! Cuz I have no life and the stuffs and peoples I care about are online!

Oh, I'm sooooo glad I don't have to call anymore places. Ha! I did it! -I- found us an apartment!!! I was beginning to doubt I could! But I did it! ME!!!! Oh, thank God. Not another Christmas in this hell hole.... No more gun shots (like last night)... No more cops down the streets for more than just standard patrols (like earlier today)... No more CRAPPY manager/landlords!!!

Hurray for moving!!! I'll keep you posted for as long as I can. But I'm moving!!!!

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YAY!! Praise God!!

Posted by Melissa Tian on 29 Oct 06 Sunday - 1:17 PM

Yep, that's what I said.. Actually I think it went like this... "Thank You, God, thank You, God.... Dear God, thank You..." And every so often throughout the day, I repeat it or something similar.

Posted by Relaya on 29 Oct 06 Sunday - 1:19 PM

hooray! congratulations!

Posted by Bizabob on 29 Oct 06 Sunday - 8:25 PM

Buggin' Me

I hate ants. I know, who doesn't. But before they were an outside problem I left behind when I walked in the front door. (Why do I say front door. We've only got one!) This property has always had fleas and or ants in the grass, flies when the gardening isn't tended to (which is almost always), and the odd spider or waterbug inside when new tennants moved in.

Well yippee skippy. The ants have found their way into MY kitchen. I hate washing dishes... Now I gotta wash them everyday and clean the kitchen thoroughly. I blame the neighbor's dog. He pees all over the grass and he's as big as a horse so that's ALOT... Ants retreat indoors when someone waters the lawn too much. Ugh... I gotta move.


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Yeah your right who doesn't, but what I hate is when they bring their uncles who do nothing but get into all the food you have in your cubbards and let's not even mention their cousins who's main goal in life is to gnaw at your doorways and tasty looking furniture. But such is life wait to you see the adventurous waterbugs that like to make pop appearances in your sink by way of the drain. Now that is what you call an over acheiver. Well good luck and dare I say don't let the bed bugs bite.

Posted by Tony the Tazman on 22 Oct 06 Sunday - 11:15 PM

The Cat Lady

Did you ever have a cat lady in your neighborhood? Back in Anaheim, she had like a dozen or two cats who would come in and out of her place. A neighbor and friend of mine once looked after them when the Cat Lady had to go away. She said it was disgusting in ther. None of the cats were fixed and so they tended to spray their vile stuff over everything. Yeah, the Cat Lady was a woman we laughed at or shook our heads at. She lived alone with her cats.

I'm not laughing anymore. Mom and I are cat ladies. Like two old maid sisters out of a book living alone with our cats. We only have Oreo inside, but we feed the neighborhood outside. Two of them actually follow me and talk to me, or maybe that's yell at me for food.

At first, it was just neighbor's cats coming to visit Oreo. No big deal, right? Well those cats have moved on. Now its just the strays. The strays that look in at Oreo with their patheric little faces. Mom says, "awww, feed the babies, Carisa. They're so little." So I do, cuz lets face it, I can't stand to see those hungry little eyes anymore than she can.

Ya get to seeing regulars showing up. So now I've named them. Scrapper, he's a mini Oreo with a chewed up ear. Little Face, the beige and brown kitty with a brown mask over his face. He/She (they're all he/she's cuz I dun know the difference) started staring up at me whenever he saw me. Spot's a grey and white cat with a white, odd-shaped spot on his back. Little Face, Spot, and a smaller version of Little Face all run together. The tiny one I see not so often. I dunno where their mama went. Anyway. That's "the tribe" or "Oreo's Possey" depending on the day.

Chrissi said, you're not supposed to feed strays, but how can I not feed them? They're just little babies. And they squeak at me. I even started playing with Little Face and Spot (through the door of course) with a lil twist tie they try and catch. They're still too skiddish to let me touch them, but they'll dart around my legs when I come out with food. Scrapper gets so close he almost trips me.

So I've been adopted by the tribe.... I'm this neighborhood's Cat Lady. Yay me....

Can I Scream Now?

Warning: Long rant/venting ahead....

It was only going to be temporary. We needed a place fast and it was the first one to accept pets that we thought was nice.... Key word being thought. Two years later (actually 2yrs and a month but who's counting?), we now know different. We've had two owners, the recent of which has gone from landlording themselves to having a property management company doing it for them and back to landlording themeselves.

Whether it was Patrick or Angela, gardening around here's never been consistant so the once purdy grass lawns look like crap. Any repairs or maintenance required "pulling teeth", "arm twisting", or just plain withholding rent. The quiet neighborhood turned VERY quickly into hoodlum central. Prior to our moving in a family with a teenager or two moved nearby, bringing all his friends out to hang out right in front of our apartment.

Over the past two years, both Mom and I feel this place sucking the life out of us. If it wasn't frustration with dealing with the owners to get stuff down, it was the lack of safeness with the teenagers always hanging around. Depending on who was here (as teens have moved and new ones come in), there were pot smokers in our yard or under our window... tagging the building or the garages out back... and every few months someone gets shot. Cops come by regularly. But of course it's just a badge of honor to get pulled over.

This place is too small, too aggravating, and not safe at all.... And NOW the rent is going up. For this dump? No frelling way! The place is a trap and it's killing us. So we're desperately trying to move....

As if living in this shithole wasn't enough of a reason to want to scream... I HATE apartment hunting. "No pets!" "No parking." "Already rented out." Too expensive..... Moving from one ghetto to another... The endless calling.... And what's the matter with people? They want to rent out places but they NEVER pick up the damn phone? And come on! They can't get a f***ing answering machine or voicemail???

We've made it to the tour and application stage four times. We only submitted one application and we got turned down. That was a blow. But I think it hurt more because of how badly we want out.... The whole process is depressing. The more calls I make with "no"s at the end, the more frustrated I get. Every place we visit and kinda like but then find it isn't for us, the more I want to just scream.... Every number I call that doesn't even answer makes me want to through all the papers and my phone with it.

So this is depression.... Okay, I don't really know if it is or not. But I've gone from destructive moods of wanting to hurt someone or break something to totally depressed moods ending in tears. I've stopped caring about anything. I don't sleep at any regular schedule now... I throw myself full time online to escape the shithole and the frustration of trying to escape the shithole. I've fallen into a pit... I'm trying to climb out and I'm holding out hope that I can get out.... But I'm getting tired and may soon give in to just stay put. I'm almost at the point of saying f*** it, we'll live here til we can afford to leave.

I miss Anaheim. I REALLY miss Anaheim. I know Orange County. I feel safe there. I can get around there. I know how to be independent there without fear. Why oh why must it be so damned expensive to live there? Okay... I suppose I've babbled on long enough... Just needed to get some of it out of my system.