No Words to Describe This So We'll Call It: We R Pwnt

Yeah. Our entire family is effing pwnt. In every way you can possibly conceive of. I haven't posted in a while because I simply have no idea where to begin. And we're all so, so tired.

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Monday rolls around, and we're all excited about going out to the house and feeding the dog. Last time we were there was Saturday, see. So the goal is to get all the crap that we aren't using out of the house now, before the furniture and crap..while simultaneously checking on the dog.

We load up all of the old tax returns, heavy winter blankets, winter clothes...shoes...May's old report cards and shot record and...crap. And get in the truck!

....lalala driving down the road!

Some butthole pulls up next to me long about downtown Dallas and proceeds to point wildly at the truck, screaming out of his window at me.
jerk.
I looked at him like he was crazy which is when my peripheral saved our lives.
OMFGDANGERDANGERABORTABORT! THE BED OF THE TRUCK IS A BLAZING INFERNOOOO! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

So I pulled over IMMEDIATELY on to the part of the road where there happened to be no shoulder, just a concrete wall and 6 inches between us and the cars. We were stopped in the fucking HIGHWAY during rush hour in Dallas. fuckingFUCK!

I grabbed my screaming baby girl, forced the door open and yanked her ass out up against the wall, to be faced with burning blankets and boxes blocking us, at which point I had to lift her up over the damn fire and tell her to RUN. Meanwhile, back at the ranch...my d00d had jumped INTO the bed of the truck. And by bed of the truck I mean, the blazing inferno that was burning paper and blankets and crap to try to put the shit out.

So a bunch of assholes watched as I held my screaming, crying baby on the side of the highway and did nothing. Until some Mexicans stopped, jumped out of their truck with 2 cases of bottled water and began opening them and dumping the contents all over the truck. God bless them. Seriously with all my heart I say that.

My d00d ended up with second degree burns all over his hands and legs..which sound not so bad. But, they're evil. Absolutely evil. All of our winter clothes and shoes and blankets and ...May's toys burned up. The truck is fine. Lord help us.

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try try again.
Jump in the truck, make it without burning the truck to the ground...and are faced with a horrible stench as we pull up to our new home.
Amanda Jane. is dead. in the backyard. bloated , stinking and covered with flies.
w.....t........f.
Attempted to dig a hole into the hard, cracked 203823 degree earth that is our front yard in order to lay this poor dog to rest , and couldn't.
The Aryan Nation rides up out of the sunset on a four wheeler and explains that they 'didn't do anything wrong' as we stand in the yard reeling. And then some other neighbor pulls up next to them and gossipGOSSIPgossips and I'm bleeding from the crotch something fierce in front of these people and proceed to leak unbeknownst to me...

On the way home the brakes failed. Then the battery died in the truck. Ex-husband shows up to 'save the day!@!!' ::wtfevER.:: and slams the hood of my truck shut with a wrench sticking out of it, thus making the truck look even more retarded than it did pre-jackass.
Apt.=eviction notice as a result of new management who renigs on every promise old management made to include the one about us moving out and paying reletting fees and a bunch of other shit.

Because, decent, honest, kind, caring, fair business people r l0zers! fire the old, in with new assholes that give you the finger, evict you, refuse to fix your a/c which drives your electric bill up to 1000.00 +/- and leaves your apartment a welcoming 97 degrees after you come home from work after fighting to get your truck to stop because the brakes won't work and you can't afford to fix them until payday.

seriously. what in the living fucking shit is going on here.
I know, but I don't want to deal with it. We have to finish packing and move in still and I don't have time to think and neither do the rest of us. Just.get.through.it

Sad Times at the Ranch =/

So we went back this weekend to get started on painting. Forgot the spackle for the holes on the walls. Started painting anyway because we're moving in next weekend. Still no a/c. Spent most of our time running away from/battling mutant wasps from hell that attacked us and/or got stuck to the paint on the walls as a result of leaving the windows open to cool down the house. Windows have no screens. sad sad sad and I could go on forever.
But let's start from the beginning....

We pulled up and I immediately jumped out of the truck and ran to search for the dog. She was in the thing some assholes mistakenly treated as a dog house. We haven't been able to go out there until now because it costs $40.00 to get there a pop..and we had no money to go check on the dog sooner than that...moving on; my dude had to rip the roof off the shit hole dog house to get Amanda out and she was half dead. She'd had her puppies, who's death we could smell but couldn't locate the source of..so I sat in the yard and bathed her in the cold water we brought, held her and held her and cried. Just writing about is seriously bringing tears to my eyes. God bless that precious dog. She's starving to death, and just gave birth..and still had it in her to wag her tail when she saw us. Holy crap the sorrow. I'm waaay to emotional sometimes. =/ She's the kind of dog that my pappaw would take out to the woods and shoot. Eff you PETA/Animal Irrationalists btw. It's selfish to put a dog through thousands of dollars of care that may or may not work to make yourself feel better. And I'm not here to argue this point.

In any case, we had to take today off from working on the house today due to lack of funds and will be going back tomorrow once the bank releases our $ that was stupidly deposited last week. I'll be searching for Miss Amanda and feeding her baby rice and some other bland baby food to help get her back on her feet. I'm doing everything I can within my means to save this dog because it's what good people do. I would've brought her home with me but she'd wandered off by the time we got ready to go and we couldn't find her. But I did leave out food (which she probably can't eat at this point) and two HUGE bowls of water for her that will surely last until I get back tomorrow night. But man I'm anxious.

On Monday, we'll be finishing painting the walls and ripping out as much carpet as we can before sundown...no electricity yet so we gotta bust ass to get it done. But I have a serious tendency to digress, so let me lay some stuff out here.

I'm a single mother living on about 20k per year. I got a little brother that's my biggest fan, and a boyfriend that I love desperately that loves me and my daughter just as much that's working his ass off for us...and that's it. Basically, I have no support and am doing this on a very, very limited budget.

This is coupled with the fact that the house is seriously trashed. You can't tell from the pictures but it is. Holes in the walls, the wood strips (sorry don't know their names) on the corners of the walls are falling off, easy to nail back up I know.

The carpet needs to be ripped up. In the master bedroom there's a serious hole in the floor where the particle sub-flooring is all effed up and you can see outside. It's not a huge hole and we can cover it very easily.

The master bathtub leaks so bad we have to replace the flooring in the bathroom, which is understandable and normal but also means that we have to go under the house and find out what's leaking and why. Thank God the pipes are plastic and cheaply and easily replaced.

The house needs leveled. The skirt on the back half needs to be replaced, as there is none at the present time. We can't afford a lawnmower right now and there's chiggers.

By themselves, these tasks are easily fixable. But looking at the sum total ... it's pretty scary. We need a drill and a circular saw fer sure. We have to time our move because I don't get paid until the middle of the week and the electric and water needs to be turned on. And it's stifling in there with no A/C. If next winter is as bad as this past winter, we gotta get going on getting some heat as well. In order to fix the central air, this will require repair of the ducting underneath of the house.

I gotta get May enrolled in daycare and school.
This does not = easy by any means. We didn't expect it to either.
And honestly, I could have a brand new home hauled out there and trash this piece of crap like now if I wanted to. But there's a bigger point here.

This work will enable me and May and my dude to look back and say:
'We did it. This proves we're capable.'

It builds character for sure. It will teach us to value what we have as it's truly a gift from God that we've proven that we respect and are thankful for. In 2 1/2 years the land and home will be paid off, which means 6k per year extra that will be leverage for retirement, May's college education..and so much more.

But it's hard. I know people have done what we're doing in the past but I get so anxious knowing everything that needs to be done and I don't have the means to complete it but piece meal every pay day.

At this point, we're going to be buying plywood to patch the holes in the floor instead of replacing it all. It'll suck when we finally get the $400.00 it's gonna take to buy all the wood we need to replace all the flooring in the house because that'll mean tearing up the retardicon patches we're putting in which will mean more work.


siiiiiigh.
This is some rough ass bidness.

ur mom.

So THIS is what we're dealing with. Does this help you? do you feel better now? will it assist you with your attempts to copy us as we try to make a mansion out of a big crappy piece of trash?

yeah. that's what I thought, monkey.