Where to begin... holy shit.

I have been holding this in for months now.

Why?

I didn't want to "make waves," cause tension, or piss anybody off.

Well, all is said and done now, and I can say whatever the hell I wanna say. The person that I was tip-toeing around since October of 2008, is gone.

Let me preface this entire blog entry by saying that for the first time since G and I became homeowners December 10, 2008, we finally have the house to ourselves, IE.) we no longer have his sister Kate as a "room mate."

Why was Kate, G's 26 year-old sister, living with us?

Well shit, here we go. Years back, Kate was living in Chicago with her Nana and Papa, going to school, working part time, and doing her thing. She was also getting to know a young man in Sacramento, CA. Her Papa sold his company and she got a lot of money. I'll just say it was right over the six-figure mark. So, Kate packed up and moved to California to move in with said California boy.

In the course of a year, she had an unsuccessful relationship with this guy and he (so she says), managed to spend every bit of money she had received from her Papa. She did not pay her taxes on the money AND put herself into debt. (Are you thinking WTF right now?) So the relationship ended horribly and she tucked-tail and moved back to Chicago. She has always dealt with "emotional" issues and was drowning mentally, emotionally, and financially in Chicago. She was barely making it and the person she signed an apartment lease with, disappeared at the last minute.

G and I had talked awhile about helping Kate out, if she wanted the help. We knew she was struggling. We knew she had burned all of her bridges in California... and with her Nana and Papa... and we thought, we'll give her a chance. Her Nana and Papa warned us that living with Kate was a strain, even on their relationship (luckily, G and I felt the same way about Kate and her ways, so there weren't any disagreements). Her Grammy even said to me (regarding helping Kate out in the future) "I'm too old to deal with her shit." So, since Kate had burned every other bridge known to man kind, G offered to move her in with is.

Kate packed up her dog, her clothes, and her records (sold everything else) and moved in with us in our apartment in October of 2008. The agreement was that she would 1) get a full time job, 2) get a full time job with benefits, 3) save money (we said she could live rent free for October, November, December, and January), and 4) help herself. Can you guess how many of those things she manage to do in the eight months she lived with us. ZERO!!!

What did she manage to do while she lived with us? She managed to get a part-time job (wow, way to dream big at 26!!!) at the Apple store at the mall, let her dog piss all over our floor multiple times, let her dog chew up three rugs of mine from Pier 1, let her dog chew the cord to our brand new vacuum, not save anything, put herself more in debt, rack up medical bills, not register her car and get a ticket, not pay the ticket and get a court date, overdraw her checking account and let it get reported to Check Systems while she opened another one elsewhere, let collectors call our home line incessantly (so I left her cell phone number on our voicemail and called some of them back personally and gave them her number), get behind on her car payments, not clean her room or her bathroom, let me clean up her bathroom before my parents would come in to town to visit, sleep all day every chance she got, hide in her room when we were home, hide food in her room, eat shitty food, not work out, not be healthy, jump from one guy to the next that would give her attention, not pay her $300 rent for this month (we started charging her rent when our first mortgage payment was due in February), and blatantly lie to G's face about anything and everything.

I feel like I have a reason to be angry, and I am! I'm angry. I'm frustrated. I feel like we were used! And I feel especially bad for G because he actually thought he could help this helpless human being. Clearly, she doesn't want help, because she doesn't help herself and continues to be self destructive.

I feel bad for her current boyfriend (who G and I assume she's attached herself to). From what she's told us, he's a successful, self-sufficient human being. He owns his own business and works hard. I bet he doesn't know of all the skeletons in Kate's closet. I can't imagine living in a relationship with so much deceit... and no, this isn't "leaving out the details." This young man has no idea what the hell he's gotten himself into. I feel sorry for him actually.

I don't think Kate realizes that she has no one else. G has communicated to his Nana and Papa, Grammy and Grampy, Dad and Step-mom throughout the course of Kate's stay with us. They know that she's continuing to screw up her life and no one wants to help her anymore. Why the hell would anyone want to help someone that clearly has no desire to help them self? I mean, shoot, she was proud of herself when she was hired for a part-time job at the Apple store! Way to set goals... way to set goals...

It's just infuriating to me that she got up yesterday, told G that she just had errands to do on her day off, and when I get home, her shit is gone. She blatantly lied to his face. If she didn't think she was doing anything wrong, she could have just been honest with him. Instead, she decided to be a coward and lie... and just leave.

I know she felt that G gave her a hard time, but shoot, that's tough love. He doesn't want to see his only sister fail at life, although that's what she's doing. I don't know what's wrong with her... why she can't function like a normal human being. Why she surrounds herself with loser friends that do drugs and sell drugs. That feel like filing for bankruptcy is the answer to their financial problems and encouraging her to do the same. Who the hell does that? LOSERS. That's who.

I knew this was going to happen. I saw it coming a mile away from the time I knew Kate and G were going to be getting another (small) disbursement from their Papa. I knew as soon as she got that money and didn't need to mooch off of us, that she would take off. So predictable and so sad. She's such a selfish human being. She'll take what she can get and then when you happen to piss her off or she's done using you, she leaves. (FYI she got that damn check about a week ago... surprise, surprise. Her Papa didn't even want her to get it!)

Jimny Christmas! I have so many thoughts running through my mind right now. I'm so angry that I can't get them organized and into one post. I will have to write more as it comes to me... when I can sort through the bullshit.

Gah!

Learning...


G's finally teaching me how to play. I've got the cords down for "How to Save a Life." Don't laugh!

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

With Kel and Baby D, outside, enjoying live beach music!

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

Dillon's Invite: Test run NUMERO DOS




Dad was in town this weekend.

I love my family. :)


Again, I'm here, I'm alive...

and no, I haven't abandoned by blog (although I feel like I have).

Since I got back from my too-long-of-a-visit to South Carolina I have been training for my new position at work.

What is my new position? I'm technically considered an NSCC (National Security Clearing Corporation)/Financials Representative. What does this mean? It means I send and receive wires. Reconcile our NSCC settlement. Reconcile our ACH debits and credits. And run reports, reports, and more reports and then send them out in e-mails, all day.

Guess what though? I LOVE IT! Do I love it because I don't get bitched at my mutual fund shareholders everyday? Sort of. I love it because I have a LIST (I love lists!!!) of things I have to do every day by a certain time... It's very O.C.D. of me to enjoy putting all of my papers a certain way. Highlighting certain numbers on certain reports every day. And formatting e-mails a certain way every day. It's numbers and papers and e-mails that I get to make sense of and organize! I LOVE my new position!

However, there is a downside... always a downside. What is it? I have zero time to blog anymore... ever. As we speak, I am taking my lunch break to say: "Hello Sandi, Taralyn, Taylor, Tiffany, Sabrina, Liz, Brianna, and KristAn... I'm here!"

I start work at 6:15 every morning now. Wake up at 4:45. Leave the house by 5:25. Catch the bus at 5:41. Get downtown at 6:07. Get to work by 6:13. The very last thing I want to do when I get home, is get back on the internet, unfortunately. Plus, I've just been so darn tired trying to adjust (which will happen eventually).

Well, I'm off to pee and get some more water... maybe socialize in the break room a little.

I miss everyone. I wish I even had some time to read, but I don't have time for that either. Poop.




Dillon's Birthday Invitation, Take One

My first design for my friend Kelly's little boy Dillon's birthday invitations. (You can click it for full sizeness...)




I LOVE big storm clouds!!!

I am here. I'm alive.

[I started this post over a week ago, but due to training at work... I have had ZERO time for the internet! And it's the very last thing I want to do on my weekend!]

We're back. We survived Charleston.

Unfortunately, I have to say that I'm glad we're back. I did not miss that city or state.

Day 1: Wednesday 5/20.

G and I flew from Denver to Atlanta. I tried to save us some money by checking one bag (G and I shared a suitcase) instead of two, like usual. I thought it was $15 a bag... Boy was I wrong. Those bastards charged me $54 to check a single bag. Why? They said it was "over sized." By their standards, it was, but it was under 50 lbs.

Here's their sign:

1st checked bag: weight: 50 lbs. or less; dimensions: 61 inches or smaller

Fee based on reservation booking date:
Booked on November 12, 2008, or later
Booked on November 11, 2008, or earlier




$15
Free
2nd checked bag: weight: 50 lbs. or less; dimensions: 61 inches or smaller

Fee based on reservation booking date:
Booked on August 14, 2008, or later
Booked April 22 – August 13, 2008
Booked on April 21, 2008, or earlier



$25
$10 online, $20 at airport
Free
Excess baggage (each piece after the first two bags) $50
Overweight baggage
51-70 pounds
71-100 pounds

$39
$79
Over sized baggage (length + width + height)
62 to 70 inches
71 to 80 inches

$39
$79

They charged us $15 for the bag, plus $39 for it being over sized. Is that how that sign would read to you? I would read it as $39 for an overweight/over sized bag. Not one plus the other. To top it off the girl was an illiterate bitch. She gave us seats C and E. I asked "Are those seats together?" She said "Yes." Last I check there was a 'D' in between C and E. Freakin' moron, the seats weren't together.

When I get angry, I cry. I can't control it. I was so livid at the bitch I started crying and G, instead of saying something to the effect of "It's okay. It's not a big deal. We're on vacation!," gave me a hard time and decided to be a big jerk the rest of the day. Way to start a vacation! Unfortunately it set the tone for the rest of the trip.

We got to Charleston Wednesday evening around 6:30. We stopped at La Hacienda on the way home for some yummy Mexican food and gigante Dox Equis!

Thursday we spent the day with Sarah and Baby Amelia, and later in the afternoon went and saw G's grandparents. We also made it over to Dog & Duck. (You can read about it in my FOOD post. Lol.) Of course we ordered the Fish n' Chips and German JoJos! At about 2:30 in the morning, my stomach hurt... bad. I rushed to the bathroom for a poo and puke fest! Awesome! After I had relieve myself I went back to bed, only to notice that G was not there. I thought "maybe I woke him with all of my retching and such and he got up to pee." He wasn't in the upstairs bathroom, so I went downstairs. Nope, no peeing. He was retching as well. AWESOME times two. We both got food poisoning. G is convinced that it was the fried fish... I think maybe the tartar sauce. Maybe it wasn't food poisoning. Maybe it was more along the lines of "someone didn't wash their hands after wiping their ass and we ate their shit particles." Probably the latter. I felt better the next day, but G was still sick.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday are a blur of doing the same thing... Sarah and Brian's house, G's grandparents house... dinner... sleep. Same, same, same.

The weather sucked. It was nice one day out of seven! And on that day, I ran the bridge! Oh sweet joy, running that bridge was the highlight of that friggen trip! That, and food, and seeing old friends, and seeing G's grandparents.

[Trying to finish this post over a week later...]

I've lost my train of thought. I know that the trip to Charleston just reaffirmed the fact that G and I made the right decision in moving away from that place. I don't miss it.... at all. I guess when you're away for awhile, it's easy to forget the things you hate and remember only the good... kind of like an old relationship. Part of the reason I HATED living there was the lack of manners. South Carolina does NOT have "Southern Hospitality." Most people and straight-up assholes. You tell someone "thank you," and they say "uh-huh." WTF. Have you heard of 'your welcome?' When G and I were waiting for a table for dinner, one opened up and G walked toward it. Some mother-effer elbowed him. I guess someone needs a talk about using their words and not being physical. Welcome to the world of adults with mannerisms of three year-olds (and that may be too much credit.)

I'll leave you with some pictures... because yeah, I don't have anything else to share about that shitty ass trip.

The food that made us sick.
Woo! Bridge run with Saxton!
Four+ miles. :)
Mmmm... Dunkin. That's the way you end a run. Lol.Downtownage...
Southend Brewery w/ my favorite stout beer!Beach day with Sarah and Amelia.


Before dinner downtown at Basil.
Yay! Taco Boy! Yummers! (This was after a few margaritas, sangria, and spicy beers! Yay for a tab of $168, when tacos are only $3 each. Lol.)
Taylor, Chad, and myself. (I can't believe she's only 11!)
Brian and Sarah - our buddies!

Yummers!