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Changes are on the horizon again. More on that in a moment.

Teresa was finally taken care of, and NOT by Darrick. Found out that she did have a request that her remains be spread in the mountains, so hopefully, at some point this spring/summer, a hike will be planned, as will a celebration of her life. Things for the party had to be put on hold for a while, due to my circumstances. It's been difficult to try to do things when the only computer access I have is for a brief time at work, and when I'm home.

Since mid/late January, during the week (starting Sunday evenings), I've been staying at noturangel43's house, and coming home Friday afternoons. I've been getting rides to and from work from my friend Jared, and with it has been a schedule change. I've been getting into work for around 5am and getting out at or after 3. Fridays I get out earlier so I can head back to Manchester and have a bit more time at home. I'm unbelieveably grateful to Angel for letting me stay, and for Jared for carting my sorry ass back and forth to work. And for Nigel and evileric1971 for getting me back and forth from Manchester.

A few weeks ago, we our Chocolate Invasion. Compared to last year, this year's gathering was tiny - only 10 of us, including a month old baby. But it was a good time, and we pretty much ate ourselves silly. We even had some newbies, and some new friendships were made. I love when things like that happen. We had some great laughs, and a beautiful day to boot.

Now onto bigger stuff.

After just about 11 months, I'm moving again. The lease here is up the end of April, and the rent is going up anyways. And I've had enough of tolerating the roommates. Jen's pregnancy has given her another reason to do less around here than she already does, and Eric just doesn't do ANYTHING. Now, I don't doubt that pregnancy is not an easy thing. I understand that. But when you work part time, and you don't do ANYTHING when you ARE home, then no, it's not entirely from your pregnancy. You. Are. Fucking. LAZY. Because of what's going on with me, I've been working at least 50 hours a week. Then I get home, and I get to wash dishes THAT I DIDN'T USE, and clean up the kitchen and the bathroom (which gets REALLY disgusting, let me tell ya)?!?!?!? Yeah, no, I don't fucking think so. You both are fucking lazy. Now, mind you, I am no neat freak. My room is a mess, and was even before all this stuff with my license. I have clutter, and most of my possessions are in my room. But I don't have empty soda and rum bottles, and fast food bags, and dirty plates/bowls/cups in my room all over the floor, mixed with various dirty clothes. I haven't loaded the sink with dirty dishes, glasses, silverware, and various cooking utensils from the past week, and left the stovetop and counter absolutely DISGUSTING, and the floor with bits of food or whatever. And I won't get into describing the bathroom. But all I'm gonna say is this - Clorox bleach, and cleaners with bleach are my friends. The smell of the cleaners bother them, but you know what? Fuck 'em. I'd rather smell that then what it's been known to smell like. And I've finally gotten tired of it. I've gotten tired of "I can't clean MY dishes because you haven't cleaned YOURS" and that's between the two of them!! Oh, for fuck's sake - just clean them, and I mean CLEAN them so that they're not slimy/greasy feeling. These two can barely take care of themselves, and they're gonna have a kid. I am SCARED for this child.

Anyways...the apartment I've found is a one bedroom, and it's a real one bedroom - NOT a studio. It's not a huge place, but it's not tiny, either. The only thing tiny is the bathroom, but that's ok. I'm not one to spend a lot of time in there anyways. The apartment is still in Manchester, and quite frankly, I really like it in this city. Yes, moving to Nashua is more sensible, but for what my rent will be ($575/mo), I wouldn't be able to find that in Nashua, and I definitely don't want to wind up on the tree streets. The only utilities I'll have to cover is electricity and cable, and that'll be ok. My only thing is that my soon-to-be landlord wants me to be moved in by April 1st. I've explained to him the whole deal with my license, and he was really understanding, so he's giving me til the 2nd-3rd to be moved in. So that pretty much leaves me with next weekend to be packed up (or at least MOSTLY packed), and the weekend after, move. So yeah, I'll have a challenge on my hands, but I think it'll work out fine. And if anyone can lend a hand next weekend with packing, and/or the weekend of the move, it'd be great.

Ok...enough venting and such. I need to try to sleep.


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Mar. 21st, 2010 04:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Pregnancy
Here's the thing, though - she didn't do a whole lot BEFORE her and her fiance accidentally conceived this baby. And her fiance doesn't hardly do shit, either - he, for the most part, will not wait on her - so in turn this apartment gets GROSS if I don't do something. I wasn't raised in filth, and I'll be DAMNED if I'm gonna live in it. If she has the energy to go to parties, and wants to do things outside of actually taking care of chores around here, and when she doesn't get her way, she pouts and acts like a child and will whine that she's BORED, then, no, I still don't believe that it's entirely because of her pregnancy. I hate chores, too, but you know what? They have to be done - after all, I'm an ADULT. Even before she got pregnant, after they would go shopping or do some other errand, HE would be the one carrying most of the things in, and putting them away, while she planted her ass in front of her computer, or would take to her bed because she was oh SO tired. She'll spend damned near 12 hours a day in bed, and that's AVERAGE, even before this whole thing. So, I still stand beside the fact that it's NOT entirely because of her pregnancy.
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Mar. 21st, 2010 07:39 pm (UTC)
Next weekend is the Invasion of the Exiles, so I've been booked solid for Saturday and Sunday.
But if you have some time on Friday afternoon/early evening, I'll lend you a hand.
Don't forget, I've got low "asshole tolerance", so I may even provide you some comic relief.
Mar. 21st, 2010 11:01 pm (UTC)
Congratulations on getting your own place!
Mar. 22nd, 2010 02:05 am (UTC)
I am so happy that you are getting out now. Good luck!
Mar. 24th, 2010 01:02 am (UTC)
Karen, I'm honestly sick of you bashing us online. I have tried to be civil and keep my feelings about our living arrangement private as much as possible. I don't post nasty things about you and I try to be nice when replying to your posts. But you have this habit of telling partial truths and 'forgetting' things said in the past. In the last few weeks I have been getting home late. I will get out of work and either spend time with a friend or end up waiting for Eric to get out of work. I know the house is a mess, and that is in a large part my fault. But some of what you say is just lies.

I've asked you not to wash our dishes, but you do anyway... even if they are the dishes we JUST used to cook. My habit is cook, eat, sit for a while (no longer than an hour) and THEN wash dishes. Plus, last I check they are MY dishes... you have a few cups, silverware, and a few pots and pans... but no plates. We use paper most of the time... you use my dishes.

There are usually empty bottles and bags on the floor. But the bags are all empty, and I've told Eric I won't clean up after him. He's a big boy and can do it himself. That does not mean for YOU to do it, PLEASE don't. The last 2 times you 'helped' you threw away stuff that was not trash. Like a pile of papers next to my computer, and a bag of papers next to his computer. My papers included pay stubs, his papers included his W2. Both are items that we needed.

I want to know where exactly dishes are mixed with dirty clothes? Last I knew there was a pile of clean clothes on the floor around my desk (mine that I can't wear and have no space for anywhere) and a laundry basket of Eric's dirty clothes next to that. There is often one pair of Eric's jeans laying in the middle of the living room where he took them off. But you have never used the living room, and they are picked up every day before we leave.

The kitchen is usually a mess. Dishes are left for a day or two more often than not, and they shouldn't be... but food on the ground? Not that I've noticed. Except of course for the odd item that fell out of the trash when a car was exploring. But I can't stop that. I suck at washing dishes, always have. I wash them twice usually to make sure they are clean and not greasy. But when people put them away without looking at them greasy ones end up in the cabinet.

The bathroom is bad. I would clean it but I can't use bleach. The smell is horrible... but it's because of Eric's gastric bypass... he doesn't have control over that. He tends to use the bathroom several times a day and, as you know, our water pressure sucks so flushing the toilet once or twice doesn't always get everything.
Mar. 24th, 2010 01:03 am (UTC)
I'm also sorry for you if you're scared for our baby. I'm not. I know that our baby will be loved, and I will do anything and everything in my power to make sure that she grows up in a safe and clean place. It may not meet your standards, but it will be clean. I will once again mention that you have in the past said to me (and others) that you expect us to have our baby taken away. What type of friend (because that's what I thought you were) says that to someone who is pregnant. Worse you first said it to me when I was newly pregnant and scared to death that I was going to do everything and anything wrong. Last time I mentioned that by posting it as a response to something you said you IMMEDIATELY got in my face, cornered me in, and screamed at me lecturing that you NEVER said it. You did say it, and the stress of being cornered, yelled at, and (you may not have meant this but it's how I felt) threatened is NOT something I need. I have been lectured MANY times by MANY people (who are mothers!) about relaxing because stress is bad for the baby. I've had several people who are parents in the apartment and the only comment I got was about the cat box (which I wish I could clean) and that was only after I complained about it. These are people who WOULD speak up and yell at me if the place was a mess. People who would say 'you can't bring a child into a mess like this' and it would mean something. Coming from you it doesn't mean anything. I'm not superwoman, I can't do it alone, and Eric is trying to get better at helping. You seem to have a VERY high standard of clean, except where you personal space is concerned. Your room is not a mess... but it also was never unpacked. I tried to move us into this place and make it home. You seemed to be happy living out of boxes.

I hope that once we all move on we can cool off and maybe even eventually be friends again. I know that will be hard because nasty things have been said by all... but I'm willing to think about trying in the future. You were far to good of a friend to just say goodbye to. I hope you will at least think about some of the good times we had. Even if they were small, rare, and have all but stopped lately. I have purposely been trying to avoid you lately. I am worried that being near you I might say something to set you off screaming again. This whole situation (living here, your license, having to stay elsewhere to get to work) has been a real strain on you and I know it has stressed you out, I can see that. You don't need me adding to your stress... but I REALLY can't handle any more stress in my life either.
Mar. 24th, 2010 10:55 am (UTC)
I actually HATE living out of boxes...but as you know, my bookcase fell apart when it was being moved, and with the amount of books that were ON it, teamed with the slant of the floor of the apartment, I didn't want to risk a bookcase tipping over and landing on either the cats or one of us, since I don't trust the pitiful plastic wall fasteners and a couple of screws that would come with them. Tack on the fact that Loki was spraying, and yeah, I'm not going to leave more things out for him to spray. And yes, I do have a high standard of clean when it comes to the PUBLIC areas of where I'm living - living room, kitchen, etc. My bedroom is the PRIVATE area, as is yours.

I wash the dishes because some of them have been there for a few days, and I'm tired of looking at them. Once I DO start cleaning them, NOT ONCE have to asked me to stop and then you take over cleaning them. And I yes, I have used your dishes and bowls, and last I knew, I cleaned them, too. I've also cleaned up after you've cooked, and that stuff's been there for a few DAYS. Even before this whole thing with my license. There's been stuff sitting for a week before you or I finally wash them, and I didn't use them. I scrub the counter and the stove because no one else thinks to clean up the counter and the stove after making anything. You don't find food on the floor because I sweep the floor. You're not cleaning up after you cook as much as you say you do. Uh, no, you're not. You're doing things OTHER than cleaning up, like seperating jelly beans or watching TV or reading or you ate too much and now you need to lie down or something. And this was even BEFORE you got pregnant. It honestly doesn't matter whose is whose or if they just got used- it ALL NEEDS TO BE CLEANED UP. I don't pull that line of "is this yours or mine?" because that's CHILDISH. And no, I haven't forgotten that you've been getting home late. But if you guys have the time to make the mess, then you guys have the time to clean it up. PERIOD.

There are usually empty bottles and bags on the floor. But the bags are all empty, and I've told Eric I won't clean up after him. He's a big boy and can do it himself. That does not mean for YOU to do it, PLEASE don't. The last 2 times you 'helped' you threw away stuff that was not trash. Like a pile of papers next to my computer, and a bag of papers next to his computer. My papers included pay stubs, his papers included his W2. Both are items that we needed.

For your information, genius, I DON'T TOUCH PAPERWORK. I also don't touch your desk. Try asking Eric where that paperwork went. And with the dirty plates and junk on the table and empty bags and bottles on the floor in the living room, you're really wondering WHY I don't hang out in there??

Yeah, I yelled at you. Because I'm TIRED of cleaning up after two other adults other than me. Because I'm TIRED of busting my ass working all day, and then come home to a disaster OTHER than my room. Don't say "then stop cleaning up after us," because that would make me like you two, and I REFUSE to be.
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