Grab a Shovel, It's Getting Deep in Here: Still Not My Mother's Day Post-Thanks For Playing!

A great hello t y'all this early evening! I am happy to say both the temperatures outside and my temperature is slowly lowering at the moment. I had another run in with my apartment managers--and was quite stemmed after I left the office with few answers --and more basic insults than anything. I have bringing more of my belongings up this way, many to attempt to sell online, many to cherish forever, or until someone sees them in a sale ad picture, and wishes to buy them. And with work and classes and all--I have not really had a chance to go through them---I also might or might not have been collecting pop cans in my apartment--to recycle-perish the thought. Anyways a few weeks the bug sprayer was in my apartment--pretending to spray. I say pretending, because I still get big by something almost every single night. And I made the mistake of mentioning that ants were coming in my apartment in droves--up the sink line in my tub. Apparently this was my fault and he told the managers that my house was a complete mess and that I might be a hoarder. They are doing a walk though of my place tomorrow because of this---should not take long, it's not a mess and I basically live in a box. No really I live in a studio. But there thoughts ticked me off---for one big note--I awake to trash ALLLLLL over this complex almost each and every day---yet if reported, the managers said they would file it under a health and safety threat--my apartment really? What is the constant mess of garbage floating around the complex---bringing in more bugs and worse, just inches away from my front door? I did not realize I was endangering my wife's health every time she spent the night at my house. I have not went through this kind of pure BS since we lived in housing in Washington state. Sure it was cheap, but it was also fully government run, and fully insanely stupid. Needless to say---the above is just a portion of the fun--and O I will make it fun for all now! I wasted to much of today- a much needed day off work, cleaning. Even though I was under the impression if one was paying rent for a space, when in there rent paying possession, they could do as they wished, for the most part--especially if no laws were being broke. When y ou move out and stop paying rent, than you pay for any damages and such...... Guess I am not even good enough to live in the ghetto. :) Needless to say the notice from the managers, stated that I did not need to be around when they looked at my apartment hahahah! They did say they would come through around ten AM tomorrow--so the longer past that it is, the more heated I will be. But alas! I am not yet in a position ---beyond mentally to move---and I have moved to much Dam stuff into my box, to move yet. To be continued for sure!

I am sitting here watching the news, and realizing how depressing it is. Even for all local news. I almost never get to watch the news, and turns out have seen it several times on this fine day. But after word --is The Simpsons! So it will all be good very soon. In the past we just had Netflix, and it takes some getting used to -to watch regular TV mostly that regular TV has commercials. I am playing cheap until I figure out what my bills are for sure, and if I am soon to be homeless--and do not have cable TV. In fact I just have antennae viewing. And some how I get about 20 stations, all though many of them are fully in Spanish. Making it more interesting, here in the heart of the ghetto, I live under the main flight plan for the local airport. Every time a plane goes over, it scrambles my viewing. Some times so much, it is almost like trying to watch stolin' porn. Not that I would have any idea what that is like.

I am still getting used to commercials again, but for the most part they are all OK or a great reason to grab a snack or use the restroom. One really really annoys me at the moment---and I must pause here to vent a lil about it. But some back ground first. Growing up --my mom constantly encouraged my writing, she still does--but from a distance now. encouraged, but was very critical and basically was my spell and grammar checker. My brother continues to do this for me, even on Facebook---annoyin' but as he says, words mean something. I had an extra super strict English teacher in High School, who also had the misfortune to teach classes were we gave speeches. In turn she also mostly gave up, and gave me passing grades for the most part. Although it does not often show, I learned a lot from them all. In the classes she taught doing perfect speeches, she hated two things to no end. Jokes---something that lost me A LOT of points---because when I am nervous and have nothing to say--I crack jokes. And she also hatted fillers----things like "ummmm" and "weeeeeell" and "sh*t" when you forget what you are about to say and are searching for real words. In fact she would count them out for us as we were stuttering through our speech-usually unaware of the 25 fillers.
There is a promotional commercial for an IT school that makes me cringe every time it comes on, because the lady student telling us how smart she is and how her friends all look up to her now, uses a TON of fillers. In fact she starts the commercial with a long "ummmm!" And there are a lot of fillers. Could they not edit them out, or did she use so many fillers -that this is the cut version? And should I be b*tching about fillers by using the word filler so many times?? I'm sorry--but all of those fillers don't ummm make me want to ummmm hand over my whaaaaat do you ummmmmm call it money to anyone that teaches there or things that this commercial is an ummmm good idea. Just sayin'

True story!!