My Bytch Blog

I went to the new house yesterday to see all the updates and fixes that are supposedly being done. I found that I could not tell if anything had been done from the inside but the things that needed to be fixed on the outside of the house are still pending. So I went around to the back of the house to check on the the progress there. I found the back door ajar. This pissed me off! This is the third time I've gone to the house and it's open/unlocked. Of course, with me just days away from owning the house, I felt it was OK to go inside and make sure everything was in order. The house is empty and has been going on five months. It echoes when I clear my throat because there is nothing to absorb the sound. It's eerily quiet and still. I checked room to room starting in the basement and working my way up to the master bedroom. Everything seemed OK. Nothing was damaged and some of the work promised had been done. I got to the top of the stairs and felt a cold breeze kiss my exp...

As you all (all five of you I mean) know,  I am selling my house. The deal is all but signed and the last check mark to be made are some minor repairs I need to make. So as a good girl I picked a contractor that my insurance company recommended thinking that I couldn't go wrong with the person. I am terribly disappointed. I have been going back and forth with this company for days, almost a week now, and I have gotten to the point to where I have called other contractors. Now, here's the snag...I signed this contractor's proposal to do the work but have had not further contact with him or his company to set up a time to get the work done. I am under a tight (and getting tighter) deadline. I am worried. Then yesterday we did some yard work and I think that I over extended my abilities to do manual labor. I got sick. I was weak, exhausted, in pain and had a killer headache and to add to the fun my stomach started to run a muck. I was burping, I was gassy and all kinds of ...

Ok, I'm sure my five readers have been wondering where the hell I've been. Well it has been a crazy summer. My family and I just got back from Florida vacationing at Walt Disney World and Universal Studios. We were there for seven days and I can honestly say that we were crazy for doing it. That vacation was about three days too long. Don't get me wrong it was an awesome trip but after awhile your sunburned skin and empty wallet just start to hurt and all you want to do is go home and curl up in a ball on your own bed. We decided it was better to do Disney one day and Universal the next for the whole trip. Day 1 Walt Disney's Magic Kingdom. It was unbelievable. We arrived early in the morning and parked in the furthest parking lot they had. We took a tram to the dock where we took a ferry to the island. It was hot already that morning and I was sweating before we even got into the Magic Kingdom. Once we got there we went to bag check. I can honestly say I am not sur...

OK so I have some updates to my crazy life if anyone in the world cares to know: Today marks the 3rd week my house has been on the market. In 14 days we've had 7 showings. Not bad. Of course, not great either since we are still not under contract. Anyone want to buy a house in Colorado...shoot me an e-mail : ) We are finally under contract with the house of my dreams. Absolutely love it! It has everything I want. Of course the previous owners were, well let's say, less than vigilant on the maintenance of this house. SO, I do have somethings I need to fix and change but overall, I'm pretty excited. In the middle of all this fun frenzy, we are scheduled to go to Disney World and Universal in Florida in July; and although I am looking forward to the vacation, I am still nervous about the house issue. I had my mammogram and it came back that I do not have cancer! YEAH! My whole family took a collective sigh of relief. I am still trying to beat my August deadline on my new b...

Here's where I am in my boring life. Remember that boob strain I got? Well, I went to the doctor's just to make sure it was nothing. Now I'm not sure. The doctor now wants me to get a diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound. Now I'm officially freaked out. The doctor wants to make sure that everything is ok. I am scared. I know women younger than me that have had breast cancer. I really don't want to go crazy about this until there IS something to freak about but of course I can't help but worry. Then I have this whole house issue. I found a house I want and put in an offer. Now they have countered with a ridiculous amount of money and earnest provision. Also, we have had 4 showings in 5 days and don't get me wrong I'm not bytching about that but I do have to pack the kids and the dogs, all three, in the car and get the hell out of Dodge. I am exhausted from worry. Worry about my health, worry about the house. It's just one long worry and I think I am ...

OK, so everyone knows I'm moving. This experience has made me feel so old. I have been packing and cleaning and staging and everything else to get the house ready to sell and I feel it everywhere. I have aches and pains where I never had before, where no one should ever have pain. When my husband and I first got married we moved almost every year for the first seven years and I had no problems with it. But now, we have been in the same house for seven years and I cannot believe how much crap I have and to top it off I think I broke my boob. Yes! You heard correctly. I think I strained my right boob. Every time I bend down to get something it hurts so bad. I even cup it on the way to get a bra...how sad is that?!? Of course I would be mortified if I knew half of the people that read this blog. Lucky for me most of you are in Sweden and Russia. Anywho..I have finally found the house of my dreams but it does need a little work. I don't mind really. This is suppos...

I have this person who I have “friended” on Facebook. Before I get too deep into my bytch session, I am sure I am not the only one in the world that has had this issue but I am perplexed at why it even happens. I digress. This person was, I thought, my friend. At the very least I would classify this person as a well-known acquaintance. It seems that we are friendly on Facebook but in “real life” I’m not even acknowledged. Here’s what’s going on. I found myself in a social situation the other day and this person was there. I didn’t run over and talk to this person as I was busy at first but then I realized that this person saw me and purposefully did not seem to want to talk to me. I was confused and yes, my feelings were hurt. I don’t think that I have done anything to offend this person so why did this person feel it necessary to treat me this way? By the way, this is NOT the first time this has happened. This is actually the second. I let the first incident go because I thought it ...